The first update, of any of my stories, in a long while. Sorry for the delay but for not having a life time is elusive.
Shula is Renamon's mother, a Kyubimon, I had her named Jean when she was first introduced but changed it as Jean wasn't a fitting name… maybe I will take out the names, maybe.
I am amazed. Somehow Violet got her own perspective this chapter. Looks like I get to introduce her personality from her angle. Not sure if, or when, she will get another turn at perspective, I would like to keep it down to just Fay and Brent but my fingers never write exactly what I think. Chances are that other POV's will start appearing, not sure who or when but they will only be rare occasions as the story will still cycle around Fay and Brent's POV.
KEY (figured it might be needed)
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
"Talking in head" "talking to Fate (or other Sprit)"
Sound effects (FFnet has been messing these up. I will try to fix)
(Authors comments or notes of interest) Same Same
Too much talking on my part… on with the fic.
-I didn't believe in destiny,-
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----Narration----
What are you still doing here? Its late and you have things to do tomorrow… fine ill tell you some more of my story, but you had better not fall behind in your tasks. The day after the encounter with Reliability wasn't easy for many reasons but it didn't end with me beaten… not too severely at least.
--- Brent ---
"NO!" Brent stayed by the fire, small as it was, while listening to the argument between Fay and Beezlemon. "You are not using my ride to pull that peace of tinder. No, no, NO!"
Despite being shorter than the mega's knee Fay was whom Brent was betting on. She tended to get what needed done despite protests, like how she had been having Vincent and Shula pulling the wagon with the mules gone. "Honestly Beezlemon we wont be able to go fast as your motorbike even if we had a good team to pull the wagon. It isn't going to hurt your bike one bit to pull it until we find another team."
With that Fay turned her back on the mega and walked away, leaving his muttered protests without acknowledgment. Brent hid his grin and looked around the meager camp. They hadn't made it far after everyone had recovered from the effects of Reliability's sleep pollen had worn off, barely four miles from the road.
Brent stood and stretched, his back popping from a poor nights sleep on rocky ground. He shook his head at Alex's insistence that they stay off the roads to avoid whoever Reliability sent after them. It would have made sense if not for the fact that they would end up moving slower and there where few places to go in this direction. It would have been better to stay on the road and press on as fast as possible before a search was started for them. At least then they could have hit a town and moved off again in another direction.
Not to mention they would need supplies soon, very soon. As it was they where going to spend the better part of every night foraging to supplement what they already had. That was where everyone else was, Brent had been ready to go to but Fay kept him here she was certain he was all right. He was, despite many bruises and minor aches, and a few good meals would certainly be appreciated.
Brent flexed his arm for a moment as he went into the tree line of the forest they where traveling along, he shook his head at his upper arm. It was thinner than ever, as was the rest of him from not eating properly, but over the bone was more muscle than he would have thought he had, especially not after all the beating he had been taking and lack of exercise.
"I have been exerting some influence to keep your muscle mass intact. Your useless if you cant fight." Fate's voice was as haughty as ever, Brent wondered if snotty was a trait of all the Sprit Knights.
Brent kept moving, turning so that he was walking just inside the tree line without going further into the forest. "Where were you during Reliability's visit?"
Fate stirred in Brent's skull, feeling as if shifting in unease, "I couldn't come forward with her so close. Her life force is far stronger than mine at the moment. When she is around, or any of the other Sprit Knights, I wont be strong enough to touch your consciousness. That is why you must train, train and find the rest of the armor."
Brent saw a broken branch barely hanging from a tree, not a large branch but enough to catch his attention. Stretching his arms up he caught it and ripped it free, hefting the short round peace of wood for a moment before settling down under the tree and pulling out his pocket knife.
Fate was still in his head, annoying Brent more than usual, as he obviously wanted to speak about training and the armor. "I don't care Fate." Testing the knife's edge he started trimming away the bark and revealing the wood underneath.
"You must care. To do nothing would mean that this régime of corruption could continue. The Three have held sway for far too long and must be removed before the world becomes unstable. If they are not removed and a more stable power installed the world could dissolve into open revolt against them and either be ruthlessly squashed or succeed only to break into squabbling nationalities." Brent snuffed the faint flicker of emotion that came from Fate's inspiring speech. He knew enough about world politics to know that what Fate wanted wouldn't work, or not for long at any rate.
Knife moving calmly he let his mind unfocused, Fate's words spinning uselessly around his skull without sinking in. Brent didn't notice Fate leaving or the sun moving across the sky, he just let the feel of the forest enter him. Mind free and body relaxed, his hands moved as if by another's biding. This is what he enjoyed at home, finding solitude out in the nowhere and letting everything go.
A voice calling his name in the distance started to bring him back to himself. As he was gathering his mind from its rest in oblivion he closed the pocketknife and put it away. As he begin to stand he let the peace of wood fall from his fingers without seeing it, he never looked, never thought to. After all he only carved so he would have an anchor back to reality and had never thought the figures he did look at good enough to keep. Falling into the pile of wood shavings a small carving of a rabbit landed with a puff of sawdust, its ears back and nose looking as if ready to twitch.
Brent blinked as he realized the sun was much farther across the sky than he had meant to be gone. With a sigh he dusted his pants off and set out with a calm plodding stride back to where the shouts where coming from. He didn't see Renamon hiding behind another tree a few paces away, nor did he see her sneak over to where he had been and retrieve the carved rabbit.
--- Fay ---
Fay ignored Beezlemon wince as she pulled the last strap tight, drawing the wagon tongs tight against the back of his motorcycle. She checked the knots and turned to the battered remains of the wagon. The wagon was really falling to peaces after having been through so much in such a short time but it was all that they had at the moment.
She watched as a shattered sideboard dropped free because of the wagons movement. It had been split by Reliability's attack, what attack or why she had lashed out at the wagon Fay didn't know. After all it had been that attack that had woke her, she shivered as she recalled being jolted awake buy a peace of wood exploding next to her head.
She looked around the camp again to see if anything still needed clearing up before they tried setting off again. Alex was having a conversation with Shula and Vincent was against a tree and looking asleep. She only saw Biomon and Wormmon, she was taking of his bandages, and hoped the others wouldn't be to far away.
Violet was supposed to be keeping an eye on everyone, expressly Veemon and Palamon because they where the troublemakers, but Fay didn't see her. She sighed and got down from the back of the bike, tossing the reins to Beezlemon where he sat at the front of the wagon. He tested each length of cord to see if it would work the controls, he insisted that only he could drive his bike and as far as Fay knew no one in the group knew how.
Her ears twitched as she heard Violet calling Brent from the forest. Fay gave her head a shake and tried forgetting about Brent, it was far too confusing a topic to think about. He was nothing but a contradiction in every sense she could think of.
He liked to fight but didn't want to kill anyone, or even injure someone who he didn't think deserved it. he was intelligent but could act very, very incompetent at times, he didn't even know how to find a power socket in the woods. He was trapped in a diffract world than his own and accepted that he was but kept insisting on going back, back to a planet he really disliked even after saying that the digital world sounded better. Then there was the incredibly strange fact that at times his sense of humor, only recently being shown, was exceedingly crude but he seemed revolted at some of the things Reliability had said to him.
She shook those thoughts away and started kicking dust over the fire, snuffing it out. She looked up as she heard the slight buzzing hum of Violet's wings as she came darting from the forest, a struggling rookie under each arm that was promptly dropped on Vincent. He jolted awake as stared at Veemon and Palmon where they where rubbing their bottoms, Fay doubted that the fall was what had made them sting. Violet could be very harsh with children that misbehaved, Fay only wondered what the two had done.
Violet didn't leave Fay long to wonder as she flew over and landed, her dainty boots touching the ground softly as if she barely weighed anything. "I found those two trying to pick fire fruit, fire fruit from an old tree." Fay winced at the thought of what that semi-living tree could do to anyone trying to take its sweet berry-like fruit. "I don't know where Renamon went off too but she could be anywhere faster than I could hope to find so we will just have to wait, Brent is off along the tree line. I saw him sitting under a tree while bringing the terrible two back, I shouted for him but I'm not sure he heard me. So what now boss lady? Want me to go get him?"
Fay scowled, not about Brent or Renamon, those two where smart enough to avoid trouble most times, but because somehow she had ended up in charge of this rather strange trip. Alex or Beezlemon could probably do better but Beezlemon did whatever he felt like, and not much else, and Alex was too busy searching through his books, that took up most the wagon, or trying to teach an inattentive Brent about the digital world. Fay didn't like being in charge.
"yeah you better go bring him in. we are going to be going soon and this trip is rather pointless without him." Fay shook her head again as Violet snapped a fist to her chest in a semi-mocking salute and walked off towards the woods again, the flower sprite was treating this far too much like a game.
She started towards Alex and Shula where they where discussing something, possibly about the book Alex was holding in his hand. "… the texts say the armor of the Sprit Knights was a freely bond energy that shares many similarities to the natural fractal code of digimon. This is theorized to be how the armors could gain any form of life and intelligence while all other forms of armors had little if any of either." Alex opened the book to another page and thumped it with a finger. "That man, Hard Heart, he should not have been capable of altering that tree unless his armor had been made in a way that was similar to the Sprit armors."
Shula looked relaxed and at ease, a deceptive appearance to anyone who knew even the slightest about her past, lying down with her front legs crossed and her head held up so she could she the page Alex was showing her. "I don't can't recall any human knight I knew ever doing anything like this but all their armors where ancient. Family heirlooms and if it wasn't it was more like a crude electrical suit than armor. But with how long since your books where printed it could be that the Three have had new armors made. Stronger more powerful armors."
Fay shivered at the thought of more Sprit Knight's being made that where made too follow what the Three Kings wanted done without question. "Imposable!" Alex snapped his book shut violently, usually he was very careful with books. "The Sprit armors where the last armors Ever made. The power it required to create them destroyed anything near the mystical forges, that included all the master crafters and several other sets of armor that where going to be Sprit Armors. Without the master crafters or any idea of how exactly they had done what they had done the lesser crafters and apprenticed armor forgers couldn't even make armors above champion strength."
Fay almost sighed in relief that there wouldn't be any new Knights to fight. "And why prey tell cant they have gotten better and rediscovered how it was done? Or even find another way of making stronger armors? After all the first humans to come to the digital world where only capable of making the simplest armors that didn't even recover from damage or boost their powers. There may not be other armors out there that could cause Fate, Brent, trouble but it would be best to act as if there may be." Fay cleared her suddenly dry throat, making Alex jolt upright as he realized she was beside him, Shula didn't show any reaction having seen Fay a while ago.
"Alex, Shula. Could you two keep that little bit of knowledge to yourselves for now, at least until Brent is used to everything." Alex blinked behind his helmet, confusion evident in the showing eye she could see before realization struck and he nodded. Shula just shrugged stood up slowly, towering over Fay in a very intimidating fashion as she stretched out her muscles. "Ok, well you two should get ready. We will be going as soon a Brent and Renamon come in."
Shula frowned at Fay, she still didn't know why her daughter was following Brent and resented that Fay knew and wouldn't say. At that moment Renamon came skipping out of the woods, something clutched in her three fingered hands, and went to the wagon where she disappeared in under the half ragged covering that had been stretched back over the twisted roof hoops. Shula frowned at Fay one more time and went to the wagon herself. As she was walking away she heard Shula propose the idea that what Hard Heart had done was in inherent effect of his armor, using the nature of his armor in the tree to grow/ forge armor. Fay didn't know but was sad that he had taken his life when he could have done so much in it still.
Fay was getting a rather nasty headache from… well everything. Vincent walked past, lecturing Palmon and Veemon about why they shouldn't go near fruit trees that could easily beat them. Veemon countered with the fact that his father had just done it a few days ago against Cherrymon. Fay shook her head again and looked around, everyone was back except Brent and Violet. She gave yet another disgruntled sigh, hoping that Brent wasn't doing anything stupid or that Violet could get him out of it.
--- Brent ---
Brent was no longer going towards the camp. Along the way Fate had come back into his mind and started lecturing about Brent's duty to save the world in a tone of voice that Brent thought only Alex was capable. In an attempt to shut up the sprit he had turned deeper into the forest and started humming whatever tune popped into his head, it came out differently than it was supposed to but he never could carry a tune.
He idly wished he could remember how to shove Fate out of his head but other than knowing it could be done and that he had done it once without thought he hadn't been able to again. Fate was still there, feeling like a head a little too full or dry sinuses, but he wasn't trying to talk. Brent kept hiking along, turning gradually until he wasn't doing anything except walking around a large area over and over again. The woods here where thickly leaved and let scant light through that made for very little undergrowth. The ground was covered in either small fuzzy moss or ageing leaf compost that was only disturbed by the odd insect or scurrying animal that he couldn't quite see as they fled from him.
After a while fate vanished from his head, he didn't know where or care, and he stopped humming and dropped to the bare dust under a tall whip thin tree that trailed long willow like braches heavy with orange and red fruit shaped like small pineapples and gave off a slightly spicy scent.
He let his eyes drift shut and leaned back against the slender trunk, felling the many hanging braches caress his face and body. It was very peaceful, the still air carrying him the sounds of hidden wildlife and the light call of some songbird as the tree limbs rubbed the tension from his body. "It is so hard for me to relax anymore… but I suppose I'm dealing with stuff better than some would."
He was only thinking out loud, mainly because thinking in his head would likely draw Fate's attention, and never expected an answer. "Why? What has been happening to you?" the voice was soft and slightly whispery, definitely feminine and seamed to be spoken just off the edge of hearing without being hard to hear. "Relax. Tell me about everything." The voice was stronger, a low murmur rather than a whisper, and strongly made the tension, brought back by a strange voice, fade again.
So Brent begin his tale, starting at his computer and proceeding on, telling everything to the strange voice that he had yet to identify. The voice was very polite but dug at him for all the details he could recall. All the while Brent was drifting along somewhere between aware and slumber, the soothing voice and swaying braches lulling him while the questions kept his mind working and awake.
--- Violet ---
Violet was starting to think this 'adventure' wasn't as much fun as the stories she usually read to the children she taught. Traveling was much harder, and longer, than the stories made out, dust all over her purple flower shaped dress and her shoulders tense from flying so much and so fast. In the stories the hero, or heroine, never got hurt, nor did the sidekicks. Her side still hurt where a burning arrow had scored a deep hit.
And worst of all there where no big strong hero's, well there was Brent but he was shorter than her by almost a foot and defiantly not her type not to mention he had that brooding ego trip thing going. "There is Beezlemon." She giggled, a very childish sound despite her age, as she thought of the tall pale demon. "Not exactly my type but I do like older men." She thought for a moment longer of the gun slinging biker, a blush creeping across her face before she shook the thought away with another giggle.
She was walking along into the forest, too many low hanging branches to fly safely, looking for Brent. He hadn't been at the tree she had seen him at before but the firm footprints in the soil and leaves under the trees wasn't too hard for her to follow. It may have been a long time since she was a Palmon and played with her friends in the orchards but she remembered some things about how to follow someone.
She idly wondered why he was going into the woods anyhow, it wasn't as if he was expected to gather food, she doubted he knew what fruit was what or what flowers and roots where good and what was bad. She pulled a peace of her thick light green, very light green, vine like hair from her face and tucked it back under her bud shaped helmet. "Where did that boy go?" Brent wasn't exactly young enough to be called a boy but he was much younger than her, or even Fay.
Violet shook her head as she brought up that odd question, why was Fay still a champion. Sure she was a few years younger than Violet, only two decades, but she should be old enough to have evolved by now after all Violet had been an ultimate for almost thirty years now. The only vague answer she could think of in answer, she couldn't ask Fay because it wasn't a polite thing to ask, was that maybe she needed more time and energy because she would be, almost certainly, an angelic digimon of some kind.
She heard something and focused on what she was doing once more, following Brent's trail until she saw the fire fruit tree that she had dragged Veemon and Palmon away from earlier. The tall exceedingly thin trunk with its many slender branches that should be dragged to the earth under the weight of so many orange and pink fruit. Brent was leaning against the trunk being caressed by some of the branches as he spoke softly and calmly under his breath.
Violet simply stood there and stared at what couldn't be. The fire fruit tree was a living tree, in the fact that it was able to move its limbs like tentacles and was harshly territorial and protective of its fruits. Then there were all those countless rumors of the trees being able to communicate but nobody but rookies believed those. Fire fruit trees would whip at anyone who came near it after its fruit or, unreasonably, throw said fruit at the attacker/ food gatherer. Fire fruit, when picked, was a spicy warm meated fruit that was surprisingly dry but very tasty and incredibly filling.
When hurled from the tree however the same peace of fruit would explode violently into a burning red paste that could eat through most organic substances. How Brent had gotten to the trunk unharmed and fell asleep unharmed was more than alarming. Violet didn't know what to do, he seemed to be half asleep and talking to himself, or more likely, and disturbing to Violet no mater the truth, talking with Fate.
Chances are if she tried getting to him the tree would attack, and she really didn't want to ruin her dress if possible. "Brent? Brent." calling his name made him stir a little, only for him to roll his head down against his shoulder.
The tree however seemed very upset over this interruption, its outer limbs started coiling around the fruits hanging at their ends and those that had none struck at the ground, slashing the grass and soil and tossing the forest floor up all around the tree. Violet took as step back, this tree didn't want bothered and was apparently more than willing to toss a good deal of fruit at her.
The thrashing had waked Brent fully and he was sitting up strait, watching her through the shifting curtain of limbs. She didn't know what to do, didn't know what she could do. She could blast the tree apart with her flower cannon but it would still live long enough to pelt everything nearby with fruit and while Violet knew from painful experience that she would survive she didn't think a humans skin was as resilient as an ultimate.
Her yes widened as Brent stood up and took a step towards her, stopping as a branch caught his arm and spun itself around his bicep. Brent turned back to the tree and laid a hand against it trunk, speaking something to it that she couldn't hear.
After a moment he turned away from the trunk and started walking out from under its branches. That one branch slowly unraveled from his arm as he drew further away, all the other limbs parting before his path except for those that reached down to brush his smiling face.
Smiling? Violet gave a jolt as she realized that he was smiling, not a forced grin or a week flash of teeth but a full-blown smile. She had never seen him looking so happy, well maybe not happy but at least relaxed and feeling good.
Brent stopped before her, the last of the tree's trailing limbs slipping from his shoulders. "Your face could get stuck like that."
Violet gave a jump and shut her mouth and tried to make her eyes not look as big. For a long moment she could only stare at him, trying to understand what she had witnessed. Remembering what Fay had sent her to do she opened her mouth to chew Brent out for going so far from the camp when the fire fruit tree stirred behind Brent.
She yelped and dove backwards as several long braches stretched out, their ends coiled around some of the largest ripest peaces of fruit she had seen. Brent turned around, ignoring her whispered command to move, and reached out to brush his gauntleted hands across the limbs. Each limb quivered as his hand passed over it and then gently lowered the fruit to the ground before his feet.
Violet was stunned still as she watched. This wasn't possible. Fire fruit trees never let anyone near them, attacked everything that came to close, and would NEVER let even the smallest peace of its fruit go without a fight. And here one was giving Brent more than a dozen of its best freely.
"Thank you... Bloom." Violet couldn't believe this. The fire fruit tree quivered and Violet could almost make out something on the edge of her hearing. Brent shook his head, a moment of sadness twitching at his smile before vanishing. "No I'm not sure I will ever be back in this part of the forest. But if I ever am I promise to come back and tell you everything I can. Goodbye Bloom." Brent gathered up the fire fruit slowly and then turned away from the still quivering tree and started to walk past Violet.
He paused and glanced back at her where she was sprawled on her behind watching him with a face of blank shock. "Are you coming?" Violet scrambled to her feet and hurried after him. She knew she was looking the fool but she couldn't stop her eyes from popping and her jaw working as she tried asking him any of the questions buzzing around her head and only getting out single syllables as another question crowded after the first.
Brent threw back his head and laughed, and all she could do was laugh too as the rich sound made her forget, for now, what she had witnessed. They walked back to the camp laughing over nothing, stopping long enough for her to take some of the fire fruit to carry. She managed a clear thought at some point and it stuck in her mind even as she laughed with Brent. 'The stories didn't have anything like this either. It is so strange being around a hero that doesn't act like one. And I cant ever recall a story that had a hero laugh just to laugh.'
--- Fay ---
Fay was standing on the drivers seat beside Beezlemon, feet braced wide, arms crossed tail lashing and with her ears occasionally it was obvious to everyone that she was worse than mad. The rookies where sitting silently in back, all those slumped shoulders and wary looks making it look like a prison bus full of wrongly accused. Alex was in the very back of the wagon as well, sitting with his back to the rest of the wagon and bowed over another book, only his tense wings gave away that he was troubled by the glare that Fay was slowly moving over everyone.
Fay knew she should calm down, shouldn't take of her frustration on the others, but couldn't help but grow even angrier by the lack of Brent and Violet. She turned her glare on those outside the wagon, Vincent had the decency to flinch from her burning glare but Shula simply returned it. This made Fay's ears twitch harder as she turned her violent purple gaze on Beezlemon, who showed even less reaction than Shula because he had drifted off to sleep somehow.
With a growl she brought back her paw, her claws curled into a fist that shook with anger. Before she could even start her swing Beezlemon's third eye opened and swung to her. She growled again and lowered her still trembling fist, she was only a champion and it wouldn't do any good trying to pick a fight with a mega, no matter old and out of shape he was.
Her ears swiveled towards the sound of laughter, her head following slowly. The sound of laughter brought her temper to a boiling head even before the real source of her anger came from the trees. Violet was laughing with Brent as they made their way to the wagon while carrying something.
Fay had sent Violet into the woods to find Brent hours ago and they had to nerve to come back laughing. She didn't move yet but her tail lashed all the harder for her inaction. Violet seemed to sense her impending doom and fell silent she her eyes found Fay, her smile becoming thin and forced. Brent kept on walking and laughing, not noticing that the tall plant girl beside him had fallen silent.
"Having fun are you?" Fay's voice was a very deep hiss that cut Brent's laughter to peaces and made Violet pale. "I do so hope you both had a lovely time walking and chatting while the rest of us where worried about leaving here before any of the Royal Army came to kill us." Her voice rang with anger and scorn; strangely enough Brent was still smiling even if it was more a smirk now.
Brent turned and dumped his armload on top of Violet's, who gladly took the excuse to run to the back of the wagon, before turning to face Fay with a cocky grin and feet wide with his arms crossed over his chest. Fay growled as she realized he was mocking her stance.
"Fay..." her head whipped around and she glared at Beezlemon until he shut his mouth. She turned back to Brent, contemplating what to do with, or rather to, him.
Brent was still grinning at her, waiting for something and when he realized she wasn't going to do anything his smile slipped into a frown. He shook his head and turned back along the way they had come from the other day, they hadn't gotten far and only hills hid them from the road.
Fay saw him heading back to the road and had to take a sharp hold on her temper to stop from going over there and drag him back. "Brent where are you going? We have to get going if we want to put distance between us and whoever Reliability sends after us." He kept walking as he was, shaking his head about something.
She snapped and leapt after him, bounding across the ground and pouncing on him with a startlingly loud roar. She rolled him over and drew back her fist, thwack again thwack and again thwack. Before she could land another hit to his face she found herself laying a few feet away with a large knot of pain forming along her jaw.
Spiting blood from her torn lip she hopped back to her feet and growled as Brent got to his knees, rubbing his already bruising face. With another of those roars that didn't seem possible from her small form she launched herself at him again, claws ready to rip him open.
Brent had looked very surprised when she had first pounced on him but now that smile was back as he blocked the first swipe of her claws with his gauntlets. The clear white crystal ringing like a chime with every blocked swing, the black iron rippling with moment around his flexing and shifting hands.
Fay growled and struck harder, faster, trying to draw blood, trying to make him stop smiling. She leapt into the air, drawing her small body up before balling up her paw and swinging it down. Her body turned and followed her fist as she barreled towards Brent, "lightning paw" her shout was interrupted by a load ear crashing bell toll as Brent caught her fist.
For a brief moment the iron of the gauntlets turned blacker than midnight and shifted like hot tar while the crystal plates glowed, his skin fading from view under the thick clear substance to let everyone see right trough his hands as if there was nothing there but the black lines of metal and air clearer than anything imaginable.
Fay forgot to be angry as Brent laughed and spun her around once before flinging her up into the air as hard as he could. Fay felt her stomach seize as she flipped end over end, spinning trough the sky with everything blurring around her. Blue and white replaced for a few seconds by green earth and brown woods before becoming blue again.
She shrieked as her upward flight slowed, her tumbling and turning still making her eyes spin, before gravity remembered where she was supposed to be and started pulling her down. Fay clamped her teeth shut as her twisted stomach tried rejecting her last meal. Her downward tumble was halted by a surprisingly gentle pair of hands that caught her around the waist and spun her around before settling her on the ground.
She managed three wobbling steps, none in the same direction, before she went to her knees and released her lunch. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see half digested fruit and vegetables and heaved until it felt as if her organs where going to follow her lunch. A hand rubbed her back, stroking down her rumpled fur and soothing her while her stomach cramps eased.
Finally she wiped her hand across her mouth and looked up at whoever was beside her. It was Brent and he had the widest cocky grin on his face, she was considering attacking him again when she noticed that his hand petting her back wasn't wearing a gauntlet and neither was the one resting on the ground as he bent over her.
"Thanks Fay. I finally figured out how to take those things off. You should try ripping my face off more often." Fay nodded and mumbled something ineligible before closing her eyes and trying fighting off another bout of nausea. "I still got this stupid crest though. I doubt I'm lucky enough to get rid of Fate as long as I have that."
Fay tensed as Brent put his hands under her armpits and lifted her but let him carry her back to the wagon. Her eyes flickered open to find that no one had moved a muscle during her outburst but now the rookies were snickering to each other while Shula was grinning in a very pleased fashion having seen Fay toss her lunch.
Fay groaned and let Brent put her in the wagon where she promptly curled into an embarrassed ball under the blanket Alex handed her. As she was drifting off she heard Brent telling Beezlemon to turn the, as he put, kindling they called a wagon, back towards the road. She curled tighter under her blanket, too tired all of a sudden to care weather anybody found them on the road. Brent struck up a conversation with Beezlemon and Alex, the three of them crammed together on the driver's bench with Shula walking along side adding in a word here and there. She drifted off to their voices as Brent outlined what they where going to do at the next town along the road. 'It make sense when he says it like that.' she drew her tail under the blanket with her and wrapped it around herself, 'I should let Brent deal with all them from now on. They at least listen to him.'
----Narration----
You had best be going off home, it very late now and you can barely keep your eyes open as it is. Go on now, I still be here to tell you the story tomorrow. Get on with you or your protector wont be happy with me. Or at least less restrained in showing his dislike.
This chapter fell into place pretty well, but I also chewed it over in my head for a few months before I wrote any of it down. Again I had no intention of giving Violet, or anybody, a POV but now I have and it will likely happen again.
Review now and I will likely work faster, enough reviews and I might start another chapter right away instead of spending another few months working on other fics and stories.
Later