'Cause now again I've found myself
So far down, away from the sun
That shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down, away from the sun again
Away from the sun again

Legacies

Chapter 2

"So, where am I, again?" asked a brown-haired swordsman. The room he sat in was dank, and smelled of rotting flesh. Of course, what more could you expect from the prison of a city full of brigands, right? The only light was from a lantern one of the brigands was holding. The small cell was illuminated, but showed little. Just a few thieves interrogating their newest prisoner.

"Quit playin' smert, ya dreg," spat the one doing most of the talking. His yellow teeth glowed in the light, especially the drool and saliva dripping off of the elongated canines he had. His hair was receding and so dull that it was impossible to tell what color is was. The only thing of note on his entire person were his eyes. Brilliant blue, crystal clear and full of malice. "You knaw veruh weel where ya ar'."

"Well, if I do, then why is it I keep needing to ask," the prisoner remarked, smiling brightly. Better to play the fool than be spit for insolence, he always assumed. He had been taught to never even talk, but that had gotten him nothing but a few dozen bruises all along his body, and an eye swollen shut. So, he would rather seem an idiot than anything. "So, where are we?" he was still smiling, all the while plotting a way out.

Slamming his fist square into the captive's nose, one of the bandits replied, "Shut yore trap and answer our quistins, got et?"

Snuffling his nose a little, to see if he could get the bleeding to stop, the wanderer simply replied, "Well, if you want me to shut up, then give me my sword and I'll be on my way. I mean, my sister always told me I was a regular ol' chatterbox, and I'm not gonna disprove her. So, just let me on my way, and I'll not talk to you guys anymore."

Before any of his interrogators could reply, another of the bandits slammed open the door, and shouted, "Boss! We gots mah ordahs fro' the headman!"

Smirking, the warrior shot up to his feet and slammed his entire body into the nearest bandit, forcing him into a wall. "Shouldn't have left me unchained, fellas," he said before slamming the guy into a wall. Turning to the other bandits, he smirked before charging into their midst. He threw punches and ducked below their knife thrusts, just as his great-grandpa had taught him before he had died.

When the bandits had been dispersed, the warrior stood and walked over to the door. The fools had left it open, seeing as their captive had been bound and there were a few of them with weapons, whereas he was weaponless. Idiots for underestimating him, and they had paid dearly for it.

With a slight flick of his over-hanging bangs, the brown-haired warrior began to seek after his weapons and armour. They were sure to be somewhere in this place. As he waded through a mountain of junk-it really was little more than that. Mostly just old, rusted blades and worn leather armour, he saw something worthwhile.

Walking over to the glinting object he had noticed, the warrior picked it up. What had caught his eye was a simple jewel. A diamond, but it had been shining quite extremely. Shrugging, he pocketed it simply for the fact it was rather large and heavy-bound to get a good price somewhere, if he ever found a town, that is.

After searching for a simple matter of minutes, the warrior stood up with a triumphant shout. His chain armour and bastard sword had been found! Slipping the armour on over his torn shirt, the warrior then adjusted the belt and sheathed the blade within it...

Hours after the events back in the cave for the warrior, two others were having some fun. They had been watching these developments, but not interfering. They had been told not to interfere, and as such they would not. They both feared what would happen were they to interfere.

As Emerald and Obsidian had been wearing back in Bale, these two people also wore heavy cowls that only showed their eyes. The taller of the two reflected a deep red, almost blood red color for his eyes, whereas the shorter's eyes reflected a softer topaz color.

"I still don't think I should have such a small body, " muttered the shorter of the two. "Considering who I once was, you'd have thought they would at least give me the appropriate body size!" He did this quite often, but always good-naturedly. He was a natural pessimist, and planned to make it clear to the world.

"Topaz, get over yourself for once, before I find a way to force you to shut up," replied the other figure.

"Ruby, you're the one who needs to get used to the fact that we're no longer who we once were. Those days are gone, and so is she. So get over it. After all, remember what happened the last time you did anything for Obsidian's attention?" Topaz jeered. Through all his pessimism, he was also the eternal joker.

"All too well...Emerald makes sure of that," Ruby replied, his voice ice cold. "That damned bastard has corrupted her, I just know he has! Why else would she leave me, even if she is in a new body? We retained our memories, did we not?"

Rolling his eyes, Topaz was getting tired of hearing this guy blather on and on about his own idiocy. Yes, they were in new bodies, yes they retained their memories, and yes she should still love him, but for Soa's sake...the man was getting annoying. Not everything can go his way. Clenching his hand, the smaller man was about sick of it.

"Fuck!" Ruby shouted as he was suddenly lifted off his feet and went flying through the air, a slight tail of blood coming from his nose. When he landed with a hard thud on the rock ground, his hood flew off revealing long, blonde hair. His eyes glowed even more without the hood on, and his tan skin seemed to compliment the way his hair was randomly mussed around. "Why in the Hells did you hit me, you bastard?"

"Because you, my friend, are getting on my nerves. Now, either shut up and get over the fact Obsidian is no longer in love with you, and learn to move on!" Topaz shouted, his bass voice rumbling moreso than what he should with the boy they were watching over down below them still.

"You know what, Topaz?" Ruby's voice replied, dripping with bitterness. "You are the biggest idiot I've ever met...which is why I'm not sorry to be the one to kill you."

"If you can kill me, then you would have by now." Topaz retorted, his voice apathetic. Still, he clenched his fist. There would be little he could do in a fight against Ruby, unless he got the advantage first. However, he'd rather avoid any such conflicts, so instead turned his focus back to the boy. "He hasn't noticed us, good."

"Like I give a damn about some kid."

"You should, else you'll lose your life again."

"I have no life, otherwise I would not be forced to do this shit."

"You really need to get better control of your attitude, you now that, right?"

"You need to just shut up and leave me alone."

"And you need to get over your ego," Topaz said, his glare making the message clear-if you even say one more thing, I will not hesitate to kill you.

Whilst those two were having their little spat, the supposed "boy" they were watching had not even noticed the shouting. Instead he was preoccupied trying to figure where the hell he was. Considering he had little sense of direction, the warrior was as good as lost.

He had been on his way to Bale to meet with his sister, the only person in his family he even gave a damn about anymore. Their parents were virtually disappointments. His father had hardly ever been around while he and his sister were growing up, and their mother was a complete wreck, always sick. Life had been hard, and the two had grown up depending on the other. Now they just had each other, well, would if they were together.

He had been travelling for a number of days, and had been about two days from Bale when the bandits had nabbed him. So, they took him and he was now completely and utterly lost. Just his bloody luck. Running a hand through his messed up, brown hair, he looked left, he looked right, and he looked up. Nothing looks familiar-not even the skies, as hard as that was to believe.

Sighing, the warrior decided he may as well try something. Reaching into his pack, he brought out a stone. The color of it was gray and about the size of half of his fist. As he held the item in his hand-his only object from home-the warrior let himself relax, and drew his mind into the stone. An old practice, and one that had proven useful in finding his sister before.

As he let his mind go into the object, a light blazed from it. The light focused in just one direction and was, as usual, red. It was pointing to the north. As he opened his eyes to see which direction the light pointed, a sudden intrusion seemed to occur. A second light appeared, this time pointing at him. The second light was white, pure white.

Blinking in confusion at what was going on, the warrior was met with a second white light, this one emanating from his pack. As he reached in, out came the diamond he had grabbed back at the bandit's treasure hove. It was resonating in response to the other stone he had carried with him.

"Just what in the hells is going on here…" he whispered to himself, awestruck at the sight before him. After a spell of the two stones resonating with each other, in the same light, the warrior's eyes began to water from how bright it was. After another couple of minutes, they finally stopped glowing, and both seemed as they appeared-stones. "That…was different."

Note: Here we are with another update. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter as well!