"I'm no longer alone. I have friends waiting for me to return."
- Dizzy

Dizzy was lying on a futon that May had kindly lent her from the Mayship. She had made a fuss of her and said there was no way she'd let her friend sleep on the forest floor like Dizzy had done for so long before she had met them, and May herself had come down and 'brightened' up the hollow tree where Dizzy resided.

Dizzy herself wasn't really bothered by the Spartan nature of her living quarters, and was fine with the way it was at the moment.

Rolling over to one side, she gave a little sigh, still retaining the headache she had caught earlier from the strange twinges. Unfortunately, it had gotten worse. What annoyed her, though, was that all she could do was sit there and take the pain until it went away.

She was still thinking about what had happened earlier; it had scared her. A lot. She didn't know what was happening, why it had happened to her or who was speaking to her inside her head.

The one thing that really gave her chills though, was somehow… the voice seemed familiar.

When she had heard it, the voice sounded like a chorus of a thousand pained souls screaming, a voice not meant for the living. Yet somehow, she felt as if she had heard the voice before…

Turning over to her other side, Dizzy growled internally at her headache. She wished it would just go and leave her alone…

After an hour or so, a while after the forest had sunk into the void of night, Dizzy fell asleep, alone and distressed.

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The next morning Testament re-appeared in the same place he had the previous evening, and was surprised not to find Dizzy sitting on the opposite branch waiting for him. Usually she'd be up, as she knew he always came at this time to check on her, and… he felt that she enjoyed talking to him, as well.

Frowning at his thoughts, he pushed it to one side and his mind drifted to where Dizzy might be. He looked around for a minute before he jumped down to the ground and started looking around the forest for her. Surely she still had to be here…

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Dizzy lazily opened her eyes and looked out what could be called a window in her hollow tree trunk, surprised to see the sun already out, though obscured by clouds making the scenery a little darker. She was about to move to get up, before the full force of her headache hit her and sent her reeling in pain, leaving her clutching her head.

Suddenly, that same twinge she had felt the day before came back. She felt as if something cool was sliding over her mind and invading her thoughts again…

'Dizzy… dizzy… you're the one, the one of us all…' The disembodied voice started again, the sound of the very words tearing at Dizzy's ears. However, the voice appeared not to care and continued.

'Dizzy… you're the leader. The leader of us all… Dizzy… take command… like destiny wants you to…' It said, tears streaming down Dizzy's cheeks with the pain. The voice was so inhuman, she couldn't stand much more of it. What did it mean anyway?

The one of them all? The leader? What was she supposed to take command of?

'DIZZY…' it screamed, making her writhe. 'TAKE COMMAND… LIKE FATE INTENDED.'
Suddenly, she couldn't stand hearing it anymore and let out an ear-piercing scream, of fear and pain.

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Hearing the scream and immediately placing it as Dizzy's voice from the opposite direction, Testament whirled around and ran as fast as he could, through the thicket and dodging the branches that seemed to reach out to him and grab him.

If anything ever happens to her… I would never be able to forgive myself…
Pausing for a minute to determine the direction again, he feinted right and started running again; coming to the huge hollow tree he recognized to be Dizzy's home.

And her scream was echoing right out of it.

Raising his right hand, black fire spread out of it, flared and then died, revealing his blood-red scythe. Gripping it with one hand, he ran towards her door and burst through it, prepared to fight any foe that had touched her.

But, Dizzy was sitting there by herself, on her futon with her hands clutching her temples and tears running down her cheeks.

Slightly panicked, Testament put his scythe to one side and knelt down beside her and her futon. She was still screaming and didn't look like she was going to stop, and from Testament's experience in military situations, he had seen a lot of fighting and could only predict she was hysterical. He had never seen her like this, nor seen something that had scared her so and it pained him to see the only person he cared about in this sort of state. So, he followed what his instincts told him to do and gently placed his arms around her trembling frame and held her to him. He started murmuring to her quietly and she stopped screaming, only leaving her chest heaving with dry sobs. Stroking her hair, he continued to whisper to her as she calmed down a little bit at a time.

"Shhh… it's all right, Dizzy… there's nothing here but you and me…" He said, surprised to hear words of comfort like that come out of his own mouth, which he thought spoke nothing but hatred and bitterness. And so she slowly calmed down until her sobs were only tiny sniffles, though she had been and still was in a great deal of pain, she was indeed comfortable in Testament's arms. Which was when she realised, he had actually been holding her.

She looked up at him with tearstained eyes to meet his red ones.

"I-I'm sorry… I got you all wet…" She whispered as she turned and tried to dry her eyes with her sleeves, again upset that she might've angered Testament. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this…" She continued, some tears welling up in her eyes again. Testament shook his head and put his hand on her shoulder.

"No, Dizzy… I don't care at all. I do not wish you to be upset above all else and would do anything to prevent it… would you please tell me… what happened?"

Relieved inside that she hadn't alienated Testament from her, she hesitated before she answered. She had never really had anything to hide from him, and therefore there wasn't anything she had never told him… though something told her that it wasn't a good idea to reveal what had been happening to her. Dizzy felt marvellously guilty for doing so, but she decided to follow her instincts and do what they told her.

"I-I… just had a bad dream. And a headache I can't seem to shake off." She said weakly, giving a tired half-smile to Testament, who clearly looked like he didn't believe a word of what she was saying. He was highly suspicious and also very worried about the one most precious to him, but decided to go along with her story and give her more time to calm down.

"… I see. Well… in view of this situation, I shall stay here tonight." He said, planning on keeping vigil over her. It was the least he could do to ensure her protection anyway.

"Won't someone miss you?" Dizzy said quietly, wiping away the last remains of her tears and getting up, walking over to her hand basin and washing her face. Testament put on a wry smile and shook his head, his long black bangs shaking.

"No. My life isn't quite like that." He replied, getting up himself and picking up his scythe, his palm flaring with the black flames again and swallowing the weapon into a void, disappearing with both the fire and scythe and leaving nothing left. However, he gave a sharp whistle and his crow hopped onto the sill of Dizzy's window and cawed angrily at him, unhappy with being left alone for Dizzy. It got very jealous.

Dizzy dabbed her face dry with a clean towel and hung it back up, looking at her feet. "I see," she said, not wanting to meet Testament's eyes. "Well… I have a spare futon that May gave me…"

"I do not need to sleep," He stated simply. "I will keep vigil over you and protect you from whatever shall come."

Dizzy slowly looked up and met his eyes, the mere image of him giving her a warm feeling and a little more confidence. Even some of her headache seemed to drain away just staring into his eyes.

"Okay, then." She said. "Then it is just the two of us."