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Chapter 2: Cured of fever

Prison hall

As I clenched my weak and small fists as tight as ever, I knew I was going to feel some sort of pain before I was killed by that guard who has somewhat lost his mind. But for some odd reason, I never felt the pain, and this made me extremely curious. Maybe when someone died, they didn't feel pain, or it was just that I was imagining these things. Perhaps I was not killed yet, for I still felt the same presence and feeling around where I was as the place I called my prison. But I never was never going to find out, if my eyes were shut tightly like they were right now. Like everyone else in the world would've been, my curiousity defeated me again. It was like they had said, curiousity killed the cat, and when I opened my eyes, I thought I was going to die of surprise and fright. I stared at the scene I had gotten myself into, which I blamed my part of curiousity, which had actually started it all. It was always at times like this, where I didn't want to be in the situation I was in. I slowly lifted my head, facing the person that had started my surprise.

When I had first opened my eyes, they were right behind an sword that was drenched in blood. The red liquid was dripping from the end of the blade, making an small puddle right in front of me. But then I somehow got the sight out of my mind as I looked up to the point where I saw an hand with an purple fingerless glove clenched the sword. I looked up further, now in my normal condition, as I identified an man with auburn hair, that had an point of hair going over his right eye. He wore an purple short sleeved shirt with an pair of purple pants, and shoes. The man also wore an cape that was shaped like an upside down V and wore purple fingerless gloves. He turned around and was looking at me with piercing almost red eyes. He was looking at me, of all the half-elves that had somehow gotten out, and the next thing I knew was, he had killed another guard and was crouching down next to me. But after that, due to the sickness and lack of food, I grew tired, and without trying, fell asleep.

Outside of prison-A few hours later

I slowly opened my eyes, and instead of facing an ceiling, I saw stars shimmering in the darkness of the sky. I was suddenly aware of where I was, knowing clearly that I was supposed to be at that prison, but when I tried to get up, I felt an hand on my arm, pulling me down. I shifted my eyes and saw an lady with mint green hair smiling at me. I couldn't help it, but she was an beautiful one, compared to some others I have seen at the prison. From the aura that was emitting from her, I knew right away that she was an half-elf. I wondered why she was out here, and wasn't in the prison if she was even here in the first place. Unsure, I thought the woman read my mind, for she started speaking to me, answering most of my questions. And one of the questions that I haven't even thought of yet, but until now.

"Hello there, I see you're awake now. If you're wondering why you're here, Kratos brought you here." She explained as she took an quick glance at the man with auburn hair that I saw earlier, assuring me that he was called Kratos.

"You had an awfully high fever, but that should be about gone. What the last problem is, you need to have some food. Try some of these." The woman than reached out to an small package, and then handing it over to me.

I glanced at the package as I slowly unwrapped it, my hand shaking uncontrolably, due to the lack of energy. After the package was fully unwrapped, I couldn't help but stare as I saw what I would call 'real food'. There were one piece of bread, an hand full of berries, and an few others. I never ate this much before in my life, or at least that's all I could remember. As far as I was concerned, I didn't even know if I was born in Heimdall, the village of the Elves. Maybe I was just born by an half-elf that was already banned from Heimdall, I never knew. I decided to eat the bread first, since it was the actual meal of the package, and I'll eat the berries last. I slowly biting the bread with small bites, since I wasn't used to eating with my mouth all the way open, they were usually only half way open whenever I ate and such. But as I nibbled on the food, I heard an young male voice calling out for someone as I turned my attention towards the direction of the voice.

"Martel, is she awake now?" An voice called out, as the woman in front of me turned around and faced him.

"Yes, Mithos. She's eating right now to regain her energy." The woman that was referred as Martel explained as I tilted my head in curiousity.

As I continued the meal that was given to me, the woman explained to me everything that was possibly in my head. Apparently, she was called Martel and she had an younger brother named Mithos. She had explained to me that Kratos was an mercenary that was hired by them, and was quite wise and intelligent. He had also been the one that had brought me out to them, and Martel had tried her best to heal my fever, which helped an great deal. But the person that mainly caught my attention was the one Martel called Yuan, the one that I had seen in my dream. The one who owned the emerald eyes of hatred and sorrow, and an blue ponytail hair that was tangled up before, but was now straight and neat. He saw me looking at me and glanced at me for about half an second, and then looked away back at Kratos, staring at the mercenary. I had an slight thought that he might've hated the mercenary, who I sensed his aura to be of an human's.

Outside of prison-A few minutes later

I was soon finished with my food, and Martel had helped me get cozy on an leather like material, where I was to sleep on. But since I had never eaten so much in my life, I was quite full, over the limit my stomach was able to take, but I still ate the food nonetheless. I was lying next to Mithos, who had long blonde hair and an clothing that looked like prayer clothing, or whatever they were called. Somehow, these kind of vocabularies popped up into my mind, although I never heard or read about them. Next to him was Martel, and Yuan and Kratos were sitting on seperate logs, not ready to sleep yet. I assumed that Kratos was on night watch, but I didn't know about Yuan. He just seemed to be lying on the log, looking at the sky. Then I decided to do the same, and looked up, and was amazed by the sight. They were many bright stars in the sky, each and every one of them beautiful, but unique. My eyes were twinkling like the stars, enjoying the beautiful sight as I looked at many of them, and being able to make out some pictures from them.

Outside of prison-One hour later

My eyes grew heavy as I slowly closed them, but before I did, I thanked the angels and such of being cured of the fever and somehow getting out of the prison I lived in my whole entire life. All I was hoping now was that they wouldn't find me and shoot me with tranquilizers, or possibly guns and plasma guns. But as I looked around with my eyes, I noticed that Kratos and Yuan were still awake, not even looking tired. I was quite surprised at their ability to stay awake for so long, but then again, I was used to sleeping so much, that I probably was able to sleep much more and longer than anyone else. I noticed that Mithos was asleep, and that Martel was near to sleeping, like me. I then decided to sleep, and fell into an long, deep sleep like I had back at the prison an day ago.

Dream

"Again...? Why am I in this dark place again...?" I muttered in my thoughts as I looked around, even with my eyes open, I wasn't able to see anything.

But like in the before dream, I saw an light come, and I looked closer to see what or who it was. When I noticed what it was, I was quite terrified of what I had seen, and closed my eyes, but the image was still incarved into my mind, and I wasn't able to hide myself from it. It was Martel. Or it looked like her. It was dreadful, she was looking pale and cold, her eyes closed with Mithos kneeling in front of her. I was afraid to think of this conclusion, but it seemed that she was dead. But I knew that wasn't true. Martel couldn't possibly die with Kratos around, an mercenary she referred to as strong and wise and such. But I was wondering why this image even popped up into my dream. But the previous dream contained Yuan, and I did see him again later. Slowly, the thought came into my mind, which I wish wasn't true.

"Maybe it's the vision of the future...? That's impossible..." I shook the thought out of my head as I closed my eyes tightly, then the pitch black room turned into an white, bright light, that blinded me.

Outside of prison

I snapped from my dream, and got up quickly, hearing small cracks from my back as I sat up rather forcefully and quickly. I was gasping for breath again as I looked around, and saw Kratos staring at me, with Yuan half asleep. Since he was in night watch, he was wide awake, trying to do an good job to be one. His eyes loked like it was piercing right through me, and this frightened me by quite an bit. I fell back onto the leather like object, my head colliding onto the ground first. I noticed that sweat was running down my cheeks, and I was almost in an panicked situation. But I finally managed to calm myself, and I felt like sighing, but it didn't come out, like usual. I then once again, forced myself to sleep, hoping for the next day to come soon. But the image from my dream disturbed me, even in my sleep.

Next chapter

Body Host Number 876407: That dream is really starting to disturb me, but can that really happen? But that's none of my worries, I overheard Martel and the others talking about what to do with me. Will I be left alone somewhere? My heart is beating twice as fast due to this.

Body Host Number 876407: Find out next on Chapter 3: Being alone.