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Marin stood in the doorway, completely frozen in shock at what lay before her. Aiolia lay sprawled on his bed, as if he had been knocked over. A steady trickle of blood ran from the side of his head, and his eyes seemed to be in a trance, and semi-glazed. But what scared Marin the most was the creature that crouched on top of Aiolia. It was like an opaque blue mist, however, it seemed to hold the outline shape of a woman, but without features on her face. It was simply a mist with long strands of the same mist flowing behind it like hair, a womanly shaped "body", and a face without eyes, nose, ears, or mouth. It crouched on top of Aiolia, and it seemed to be sucking something out of Aiolia through his mouth. Whatever it was that the mist-thing was sucking out of him, it certainly seemed to be killing him.

She didn't exactly understand why, but this scenario irritated her to no end. And without so much as a second of hesitation, Marin grabbed a small dagger that hung on a nearby wall, and rushed forward. She grabbed the hair of the mist-thing roughly, and just as she was about to stab it, many visions flooded her mind, overwhelming her. But she did, however, managed to stab the creature dead before she herself passed out from the overwhelming visions. The world around her seemed to fade, and she felt herself drift into unconsciousness as the darkness swallowed her.

In the darkness, Marin walked on and on, lost. She couldn't maintain the sense of direction or time in this place, wherever it was. She walked forward, just because something deep in her heart told her to do so. Soon, she saw a dim, soft light ahead. She walked on, and finally, the light revealed a small child, curled up and crying. The child had soft, blond curls and had skin of a nice olive tan. Marin kneeled down, and softly asked with a coaxing voice, "What's wrong, boy?" the boy continued to cry, and seemed not to notice her. Marin tried again, this time, a little louder, but not loud enough to scare the boy. "Child, what is wrong? Moreover, where is this place?" this time, the boy looked up and into her eyes with his wide, innocent, azure eyes.

"I..I…I don't know. I've been here for a long time, and it's h-horrible. There's always these voices telling me awful things. I don't like it. I was so alone… but now that you're here, won't you stay and play with me?" the little boy asked. "Dear child…." Marin sighed, and gathered the boy into her arms and hugged him. She realized that the boy was very cold, just like her surroundings. And slowly, medium sized balls of colour glowed before her, each one containing a different scene. But they were all sad ones, showing a village being burned, a man and a woman being brutally killed as rough men surged in and ransacked the house, being whipped like a slave and forced to do horrible work, a strange, black cloaked man offering something, being forced to study various subjects tirelessly, being shunned by village boys, being laughed at by many people, and a bubble that showed emptiness.

But what struck at Marin's heart the most was that in each and every bubble, the one who was being forced to endure all this horrible torture was none other than the boy she held./ Poor dear/ she thought, as she stroked the boy's hair affectionately. The boy seemed to be soundly asleep now. She laid him down and continued to walk down the vast, emptiness. It felt bad to abandon him, but she had to find a way out, and together they would both escape. It wasn't long until she came across a meadow filled with flowers of different colours. There were many flowers, all bright and contrasting, but they never seemed to be able to hide the grey and black flowers that mingled among them.

There were many black flowers, which had the sharpest thorns, enough to pierce through skin and make it bleed. The next to rank in numbers were grey ones, with smaller thorns, though still painful. Many more were a dreary blue with drooping petals and small stubs of thorns. But out of all the flowers, there were two that really struck at her. One was a purely wine red one, one that reminded people of warm, family love. She approached it, and when she looked closely, saw that the name Aiolos was inscribed in the center. /Isn't that Aiolia's brother? Does he know the kid/ she thought as she walked over to the second flower that beckoned her. It was a rose, a deep pink, almost red. The aroma was quite heavenly, and she bent closely to examine it. There was something inscribed in the center of it too. She bent forward and carefully pried open the petals, and gasped at what she saw. Right in the center of the rose was her name, inscribed perfectly. Before she even had the chance to figure things out, an invisible force pulled her away, and once again the world around her drifted into nothingness.

When she came to her senses, she was lying on something warm. She looked up to see Aiolos tending a wound on Aiolia, whom she was on top of. "I assume you had a good sleep." Aiolos said, with a hint of amusement in his voice. "uh……"was all Marin could utter in response. Her cheeks became unreasonably flushed. Then she remembered the entire incident. "That thing…!"Marin tried to speak, but Aiolos held up a hand to stop her. "I know, you don't have to explain. Thank you for saving him. I imagine you've seen some very interesting things, yes?" "Well, I guess ….but what about the boy?" Marin asked, bewildered. "The boy? Oh yes, well, that's his inner heart, his true feelings and emotions. In other words, his soul." Aiolos gestured at Aiolia. "The boy is him!" Marin cried out in disbelief. "Yes, I'm afraid it is so." Aiolos answered calmly, and finished bandaging up Aiolia.

Too shocked to say anything, Marin looked around for anything that might allow her just go away. Just as she was about to get up and leave for her room, she tripped over the tangle that are Aiolia's legs, and fell on top of him again, in a rather awkward position. On top of him and smack dab mouth to mouth. She felt the heat in her cheeks again. "Well, it certainly seems like you have a very quick change of heart." Aiolos teased, and ran out of the room. Marin stood still. She couldn't believe she did that. Just at the moment Aiolia stirred, and licked his lips, or correction, whatever was on his lips. He blinked open his eyes and what greeted him shocked him. Marin..? kissing him? /Wow, this is one heck of an alarm./ he thought as he stared. Marin finally caught his eyes and semed to have noticed, for she became unusually flushed and rushed out of the room. All Aiolia could do was sit up and stare. Somehow he felt very high and giddy.

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