Me-WHAT IN THE NAME OF SAN PIETRO ARE YOU DOING TO MY BACKYARD!

Erk-What! Oh these (points to gorons digging up backyard)

Me-YES!

Canas- Ah, we heard of a legendary vein of plot, or "plotline" beneath your story.

Priscilla-It could be quite valuble.

Erk-So we hired Goron contractors to help dig for it.

Me-Ah...Eh...Gah...nevermind...Reviews, reviews. Only one? Come on guys, reviews make the world go round! Ah well, thank you WarpSlashGundam (bows) for your kind words...master.

Canas-Errrrr...?

Erk-Ignore him.

Priscilla- Lets go, there's a fortune to be made!


Jinn rolled over in his cot, still shivering. He was coming down with something. This was strange; he had never been sick before in his life.

"Jinn...Are you O.K.?" The call came from outside the tent. He could not identify the caller, because his head was under the blanket.

"Mmmmfff..." He moaned lazily. Jinn silently hoped whoever it was would go away. He was tired, though why he was he did not know. The voice sounded through out the tent once again.

"Hey you! Get up, Erk is getting better and he wants to see ya." The voice, feminine, sounded like a mixture of seriousness, pushiness, and silliness. Rebecca again, he thought, before being reminded of the events prior to his nap.

"Oh, dear. Lloy won't be pleased with me...I'm coming!" He shouted to Rebecca who was now inside the tent, standing behind him. Jinn lifted his shirtless-self off of the cot and turned around towards the tent's entrance. "AHH," he cried, seeing Rebecca standing there beaming at him. "Can I help you?" Jinn was severely patronized. She was tracing his body with her eyes, taking in every inch, every detail, and every definition. "HEY! Can you wait until I put a shirt on!" She sighed, and left the tent.

Fully clothed, Jinn went to the healing tent to meet Erk. Rebecca opened up the tent as he drew near, still grinning that cocky grin she had on at his tent.

The tent was dark and Jinn had to strain to see Erk. He was surrounded by Pent and Louise, his guardians, who had doubtlessly left his side since his injury. Not long after Jinn arrived, Priscilla did, escorted by Lloy and the monk known as Lucius.

Erk looked good, physically, except for bags under his eyes. "Are you O.K., Erk?" Priscilla spoke first, breaking the silence. He brushed an amethyst strand of his hair out of his face and looked up at them.

"I should be fine now. I was actually wondering if you were O.K. And I was wondering what happened after I had blacked out..." He trailed off here, embarrassed at his weakness in the battle, waiting for an answer.

"Don't ask me, I met a similar fate after you fell. I managed to defeat one or two of the wyverns, but I must have blacked out too." Jinn admitted. From where he was and from what he knew, that was the truth. He looked to Priscilla for an answer.

"Well, uh, after you two passed out I, um, well, after you two blacked Lloy showed up," she had found a plan that worked, "And we defeated them!" She smiled to make it convincing. Erk looked skeptical, but a nod from Lloy sealed the statement.

Erk's appetite had been appeased and so his eyes closed as he fell back to sleep. He was still seriously wounded, but was healthy enough to see people. Louise mouthed a thank you to Priscilla and Lloy. She really cared for Erk, her godson.

As Jinn was filing out of the tent, he saw Serra the priestess sitting in a chair in the corner, eyes unfocused.

The sun was bright in the sky as Jinn saw the tactician, Jacinto rushing towards them, nearly tripping over his long brown robes.

"Heh...Heh..." he panted, "We...defeated...Lloyd...he is still...alive. We have a plan...We, the lords and I, are going to sneak into the Bern-ian castle. We won't return until tomorrow. You will all wait for our return here." Jinn, Lloy, and Priscilla stared, dumbfounded, at their foreign, out of shape tactician.

"You aren't from around here are you?" Lloy looked at their "genius" tactician and scoffed. The man smiled and left. Lloy too left for some rest, leaving Jinn and Priscilla alone. They walked through the encampment, making idle chit-chat, passing several Jinn knew. For those he didn't, Priscilla introduced him, still with an edge of shyness in her voice, but not as much as before. Eventually they came upon another young woman, around Priscilla's age. She had teal hair that went down her back, deep, crimson eyes, and was much shyer than Priscilla was.

"This is the lady Ninian," she introduced the tall woman, "Lady Ninian, this is Jinn. He is a new recruit in our miniature army." Ninian smiled politely curtsied slightly.

"Hello, milady. It is an honor to meet you." Jinn bowed in return. As Ninian gazed upon him, her scarlet eyes flashed and her eyes faltered.

She looked at him quizzically and then blinked several times. "Is something the matter, Miss Ninian?" Jinn had seen the change in her and was worried.

"No...No it's...Its nothing." Her disposition returned to normal and she tipped her head in leave before walking away. Jinn and Priscilla shrugged before continuing their walk.

After dinner it was getting dark. Before the two new friends bid each other good night, Priscilla spoke with a meaningful voice, "Jinn, before we bid each other good night I just want to say that... growing up I never had many friends..." She stopped here, looking deep into his eyes.

"Neither had I. No one but Lloy ever came close to me. I never knew anyone this well..." His eyes looked back into hers with the same passion, the same intensity, but perhaps fierier. Their two bodies drew together in a swift, passionate embrace. They hugged tightly together for a few seconds before releasing. Priscilla had tears in her eyes, but they were tears of joy. Jinn felt warm waves washing over his frame. Priscilla mouthed goodbye before walking off towards her tent in another section of their camp.

Jinn watched her disappear into the dark with more joy than he had ever felt before. A few moments after she had gone, turned to go into his tent where he promptly fell asleep.

He was running. It wasn't Jinn himself, but he was looking through the runner's eyes. Anxiety ran through this body. Fear too. He was running through alleys corridors, both inside and out. Running, running always running, never tuning to look back. A scream broke his lips. A woman's scream broke his blood caked and cracked lips. He ran faster through the inky dimness. Footsteps. Behind him. Or her. Or it. Terror drove them through the black.

Dead end. Something about that phrase had always frightened him. Now he knew why. The feeling of nothingness, knowing there was no where else to go. They turned, to face the assailants. A knife flashed in the deep murk. Cold, everywhere. And then a scream.


Me-That was a strange dream coughaboutcoughhiscoughcoughmothercough.Found anything yet guys?

Erk-We seem to have hit the beggining of the plot line here!

Priscilla- We are going to be rich!

Canas- Or at least critically aclaimed...

Me- Have fun with that guys, anyways, to all you readers, R&R or I'll send a crazed Serra after you!

Erk- He means it too! Save yourselves!

Serra-ERKY!