End Of twilight

By Crimson Tears

Memory Hole


Janurary 16th, New era of the Gods

The storm had begun again. The blinding curtain of white still could not hide the figure walking amidst it.

Retracting into my memory was a faint feeling of regret. Had I foreshadowed this fate, I would have never…But it's in the past now. I am sorry for what I have done to you. Can you forgive me? I guess I wouldn't either. But believe me that it was for the well being of your family, your brother, even for you! Please just listen to me…you don't know what really happened…listen…please.



Desert Storm

Summer, seventh era of man, Of Freja

The sun felt good on her skin, she thought. The woman sunbathed in the ruins of the building. The great Morroc Empire… she laughed silently to herself. Nothing remained from the desert civilization. The people died and moved on, the buildings turned back into sand, and the only thing left is the god damned sun and heat. She stretched her back and walked towards one of the shaded areas of the wreck.

She was a tall woman, her tanned skin contrasted with her bright amethyst eyes on her pleasant heart shaped face. She brushed the sand from her sun bleached brown hair as another figure joined her.

"So what's the great Lenia doing outside in the dirt and sand instead of finishing her job?"

Lenia turned to the man that seated himself on a rock. His faced was covered halfway with a mask and a mass of sandy blonde hair covering his eyes. A smile curled on Lenia's lips. Sitting next to him, she took out a carefully wrapped package.

"Trying to figure out what Hayden could possibly want from here."

Locke Hayden, her eccentric guild leader, had sent her a complicated map which showed places that was gone nearly a decade ago. Lenia had tried to avoid him to be excused from this fanatical mission, a plan she had failed miserably in. She sighed, and put the intricate thing back into its pouch. It's been a week since she got here and she still cannot locate the city's old temple, where supposedly, a bag of some sort is situated. No doubt Haden had become impatient with her and sent someone to check if she's really working or really gambling away in a bar. Right, like there really is a bar here in nowhere. This was the last place she wanted to be in. Yet she can't really blame him for sending her here. She knew it best. At least she did.

It has been ten years since she came back, of course.

Tyr Ulrich removed his mask, which protected him from the constant whirlwind of sand.

Unlike Lenia's bronze sun burnt complexion, Tyr was oddly pale, even in such weather. He brushed his messy hair aside to expose his light hazel eyes, glinting with energy and a slight hint of mischief.

"I'm guessing Hayden sent you here to check on me, right?" Tyr grinned at the halfhearted remark. "Yep." Lenia scowled at the lack of concern from his answer. He chuckled lightly at her obvious exasperation. "Okay, maybe I came on my free will as well, but you had all week to search for his package." She sighed. "You know it's pretty hard to find a temple entrance when the temple is gone." Picking up a nearby pebble, Lenia chucked it at a small scorpion passing by. (She missed the creature by a few feet as well.)

Tyr stared into the vast waste land. He knew how weird it was to go home to find it… destroyed? No, not destroyed, pulverized was a better word. Hayden had told him how it happened. He also remembered the wizard's words to him before he left the guild house in Geffen. You may have been too young to remember, but she still does. Tyr had been too young to remember when the war broke out. But he still remembered the cries of the people dying… the people his own father and mother had cut…

"What in Hel is that?"

Tyr broke away from his thoughts. He looked to where Lenia had pointed to. In the distance, a massive murder of crows began to fly away from the dead trees nearby. "Argh," Lenia groaned. A black cloud had begun to form behind them. "We better take cover, there's something brewing behind us,"

Tyr nodded, as they stood to search for a safe place to pass the oncoming squall. They settled in what looked like a stable cave made from a piece of roofing that collapsed.

They sat there idly. Hayden's package will have to wait until later. Tyr had never been in a desert storm. He didn't want to find out, not after hearing about them from Lenia. From the corner of his eyes, he could see her trembling slightly. Her eyes told another story, however.

The silence was unforgiving.

Tyr took her hand.

"Thinking about olden times?"

Lenia put her head on his shoulders and closed her eyes. Tyr put his arms around her.

It must be terrible for her to be back here when everything she knew is gone. She's handling it well though. Then why do I feel like collapsing and breaking down? Coldness creped around him even as Lenia drew closer towards him.

The storm was approaching.


A.N:

Yay! I am finally done with chapter 3. On a side note, in case it gets too confusing, the "Memory Hole" is from the perspective of the woman from the first chapter prologue. Confused even more? Me too. The storm will have a part in the plot. I think. --'' Like my own father said, I'm too indecisive for my own good. What is even worse about this story is that Lenia and Tyr are not the main characters, well they are important, but at the same time, not important. --'' Got to add in the main characters someday… Thanks for reading and critiquing! 