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Chapter 14:Revealed Identity
Iselia Forest
I couldn't believe it. Kratos had just asked Mithos to fight in his wounded condition! Of course... I wouldn't be of much help, even if I tried desperately. I watched helplessly as the older half-elf picked up the sword that laid on the ground. I was merely crouching down on the ground, near the bushes, where Mithos had aided me earlier. They wanted me to stay there, from the looks of it. Actually, I just wanted to go back to Martel and Yuan... I really did. I didn't want to see any more blood. I already saw Mithos', and that was enough for one day for me. When it came to watching blood pour of one's body, I couldn't take it...

But there they were. Fighting almost as if to the death with Mithos trying his best to keep up. Being near the bushes, the attacker didn't seem to notice me. I just hope he doesn't notice me... if he or she targeted me, I would be a goner. No resistance will be made from me. After all, I was pretty weak and fragile from living in that labatory my entire life. This made me want to go back to Iselia even more. However, while I was still in thought, I heard Mithos' piercing yell in the air,

"Ugh...!"

"Mithos, concentrate!" That sounded like Kratos.

I watched Mithos pick up his sword without anything said. He yelled out "guardian" as the attacker charged towards him. But he was still knocked onto the ground. This attacker was indeed experienced. I just hope Kratos would be able to defeat him or her. This attacker was starting to scare me... my legs are shaking, and I can't get them to stop. I didn't even know how to speak, or it was useless... I hate it when I'm so helpless, especially at times like this.

"Stone Blast!" The attacker shouted, with voice that clearly belonged to a male...

But just as he shouted his technique, a bunch of stones blasted to Mithos, going up at the same time. Mithos was thrown into the air slightly as he landed on his back with a soft thud. What was Kratos doing? Better yet, where was he? Why wasn't he helping Mithos? The next words answered my questions for me.

"Grave!"

I turned to the voice's direction, which was clearly Kratos'. There he was, behind the attacker, casting "grave" to fend his attention from Mithos to him. I looked over at the young swordsman. He was pretty hurt... badly. He had scratches all over his arm and cheek. I couldn't help but cover my eyes. My hands were now occupied. I was being stubborn and naive. As my hands came off of the branches of the rather huge bush, the twigs beneath me made a snapping sound. This, of course, caught the attacker's attention.

I was more than frightened to death now. I felt like I was having a heart attack. My heart began to beat faster and faster, without any signs of slowing down. I didn't want to die... not yet. Not after I have never seen my family yet, and traveled with Mithos and the others. I wanted to at least, at the very least, see my parent, or sibling, if I had one. I didn't want to die lonesomely. I would rather die after seeing my family. It was my wish from the beginning to see them. I wasn't going to give up now...

The attacker began to charge towards me. All by instinct, I raised my arms to try to helpessly defend myself. It didn't work, though. He had a staff that had a sharp point at the end. It was most likely what had stabbed Mithos earlier. The sharp point of the staff missed my cheek by an inch, but the actual rod was able to knock me off my feet, causing me to land on my back this time. I quickly got back up, stumbling in the process as the attacker was about to attack me again. My heart couldn't stop beating.

But then it stopped. The sound of flesh being slightly torn disturbed me as I winced.

"Are... you okay?"

I turned my head to see why I wasn't feeling the pain, and where that voice was coming from. My eyes widened at what I saw. It was Mithos...! He had protected me... he had acted like a living shield. I couldn't believe him; he just risked his life to save a weakling like me. He was powerful and experienced, in which I was the opposite. So why did he protect me...? Did Kratos give him the order...? In fact, did I even deserve to live after what I had just done? I could only let my arms drop as I stared at him wide-eyed, unable to move. My body wouldn't move. Like as if it was paralyzed.

"Move!" Kratos shouted, referring to me with a warning voice as the attacker smashed Mithos away and tried to attack me again.

Of course, I disobeyed... my body won't listen...! And, why was a mage so powerful? I heard that they were pretty weak when it came to physical status, but this one was a mage, and was incredibly powerful to send Mithos flying like that. He was beginning to scare me more than ever. I felt like dying. He raised his staff again, with me lying there helplessly as I forced myself up half-way. It was too late though. The staff was about to hit me on the head, the pointed end right in range. I closed my eyes, in fact, shut them tight, waiting for the blow.

But the blow never came. I cracked open one eye, to find Kratos in lock with the staff, with his weapon. I was shocked. Even Kratos was protecting me. Was I worth that much protecting? Oh, please... but, they did all this for me. The least I can do is thank them for it when we somehow get out of this mess. If only I was able to speak fluently right now, would I thank them. After all, I only learned the alphabet from Martel... just the alphabet... and a little bit of prounounciation in simple words. We had plenty of time on our hands on my first lesson.

However, my thoughts were broken... again. This time, by a voice I was satisfied hearing.

"Kratos! Mithos! Are you two okay?" Martel's voice rang in my ears like a gentle breeze in Spring...

Yuan's voice was heard too, "Martel, stay near the back! Cast your healing spells! I'll take it from here, Mithos, go back towards where your sister is and cast magic."

Just as Yuan finished, I heard some leaves crunching next to me as I saw Mithos get up. Odd, I never saw where he was thrown, and he was thrown right next to me. He shuffled to his feet and gestured me to follow as he grabbed my wrist, and we ran towards Martel and Yuan... I was more like being dragged by Mithos than running. But nonetheless, I was happy... Martel and Yuan would help us. We would win. I was sure of it.

"Thunder blade!" Yuan shouted as a blade-like spell coursed with electricity blasted down onto the opponent.

Thankfully, he struggled back. But he wasn't finished yet... he got back up in balance and shouted "aqua edge", and a "eruption" to clear that up. He was clearly a mage... yet, his physical status was great too. I felt someone grab my wrist again and drag me away from the magic that had rushed towards me, without me noticing due to my idiotic tendancy to be lost in though. I hated it when I drifted off at the worst time.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us...?" Mithos asked the exact thing I was thinking.

"He's not going to answer us, Mithos! Just stay back for now and continue casting magic!" This was Yuan... cautious as always.

The next things I heard were "grave", "thunder blade", "eruption", "ray", and all sorts of magic. Kratos did a few skills such as "double demon fang", and "light spear", but rarely. He seemed to know that being close range wasn't going to help... but even Martel was helping by casting "nurse", "recover", and "photon". I was helpless. I couldn't do anything... this... just made me more sad. I wanted this over with. I did...! I was useless, and I wanted to help, but I couldn't... I could feel it. My cheeks were beginning to burn. I knew sooner or later, that I was going to yell out in fright, even though I never really did. There was nothing to be scared of in the past. I was frightened more than ever now... this person was too powerful!

"Yuna, let's go!"

I looked up. Mithos was smiling down at me, trying to cheer me up as he helped me up to my feet. I obeyed, and we went further out of range. He took out from his side pouch what looked like a small knife. He softly placed it onto my hands. What was he thinking...? Was he expecting me to fight...? But, he called me Yuna... I feel so happy and satisfied when he does that. I feel like I belong, even though I don't know my real name. At least it was a nickname... heheh...!

"It's for self-defense. If he gets too close to you, just throw it or thrust it at him, okay?" I nodded in reply, "Good! Now, I'll leave it up to you! I'm going to go help Kratos."

I nodded in reply again. I watched him run off to where Kratos and the others were. I was just near the bushes again, even further away from them. I watched as Kratos did a swift move, causing the male to fall back and start casting magic like mad. He seemed to know a lot of powerful ones. He even knew how to use "ray"! I heard it was a powerful light magic. Was this man specialized in all elements of magic...? But I heard also that only elves were able to cast such great magic, including half-elves. Which made me think, how was Kratos so good at using magic? I mean, he was a human... huh, that was none of my business... what was I thinking...?

"Yuna, he's teleported right towards you!"

At Mithos' warning, I looked up behind me. True, he had teleported. But I had never expected him to do so right behind me! Did he know I was there...? How...?

"Use the knife!" Mithos screamed at me again... and I knew I had no choice but to do so.

I brought up my right hand, which was shaking like no one would believe. The knife was in that particular hand. I raised it up and thrust it toward him, not aiming at all. Surprisingly, it scored to his lower part of his left arm. But he backhanded me on the side of my left cheek for doing that... it stung painfully. I was thrown to the ground like Mithos had been, and he was raising his staff again. But as he did so, the moonlight brushed against his face.

My eyes widened even more.

He had a cold face... dark green eyes in which it was hard to see his pupils... but I knew they were there, it was just so hard to find it. He had light green hair, in which it was like a regular kid's; sort of ruffled, but still neat in a sense. He looked extremely pale though, as if he was sick... was it that he went mad after being sick for so long, that he killed anyone that came near him? Most likely not... but...

..., why does he look so familiar...? As if he was in my... past...?

Next chapter

Yuna: He looks so familiar... as if he was in my past. And, it was almost as if I knew him... but how? I never... ever, saw him before, as far as I can remember... perhaps... ugh, I don't know. But he's overpowering us...

Yuna: Find out next on Chapter 15: The escape