A/N: We're back with another rendition of Broken Alliance. Don't worry, this chapter is not as long as the last chapter. It's a decent length, it was going to be longer, but we decided that… we wouldn't torture all you poor kiddies out there! Ok, well thank you all who reviewed… and, ok not going into those who read and didn't review –scowls at hit counter- ANYWAY! ENJOY!
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Blowing Out the Candles
And that was how we were betrayed by one of our own. Our screams, our curses, our pacing, all that eventually faded. No one could hear our calls or our pleas for help. Our hope of ever escaping that prison died soon enough. And I guess, in a sense, a part of ourselves died as well.
We all changed that day in a way that was beyond irreparable. That could not be denied as much as we tried. One thing remained untouched though. That thing? The hatred, betrayal, hurt. The animosity towards that man that we had considered a friend, a companion… a brother; it never dwindled with time and a thousand years later those feelings were still present and aching, just as strong as in that fateful day.
Though, in a personal outlook, the betrayal was bad, it was not the worst part of the whole ordeal. The fact that we were entrapped for all eternity was more than any of us could stomach. A thousand years with nothing more to do than dwell on the fact that we had foolishly, just blindly, followed a man, never once second-guessing his words. A thousand years to mull over the signs that had been in front of our faces the entire time.
The gift of life was so abruptly snatched away from us, as the gift of death was also so harshly stripped from our hands. We didn't even have the satisfaction of rest, even if it wasn't a planned one, after this betrayal. We were to stay in that chamber, with nothing but each other's thoughts and words for company.
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"Happy Anniversary…" Lydia spoke to the others mentally.
Though those words are normally encased with joy and excitement that, however, was not the case this time. Her words were laced with bitter resentment for these words were meant to mark the thousand-year anniversary of their entrapment
Over the years, they came to realize they actually had a way to communicate between themselves. The ability to hear each other's mental thoughts proved to be the only thing that kept them sane, or as close to sanity as their situation would permit.
"Gee, thanks, Lydia…" Roxi remarked with a sarcastic undertone. "How bout you remind us again in another hour, so we can continue to soak in self pity and loathing."
The younger girl quieted down, deterred by the snide remarks of Roxi. She pursed her lips as she crossed her arms and made a face at the wall.
"Must you be so condescending?" Xanthos questioned mentally from his own chamber. "Is it really necessary to belittle us every time you open your mouth?" The taller man was currently standing, glancing up at the ceiling of his confines. The concrete slabs that prevented his exit. He sighed heavily before adding, "You aren't the only one perturbed by this."
"Were those some big words of wisdom from Big Xan?" Cassandra said in a light manner, "So time does change people after all." She smirked to herself before continuing, "Did father time just skip over you, my dear Roxi?"
Sensing the anger coming from Roxi, Daniel quickly cut in. "I've been doing a lot of thinking…"
"Guess there's a first time for everything," Lydia threw in before he could continue.
"Very funny," he said with a roll of his eyes. "However, as I was saying, I have an idea…"
-----xXx-----
For the first time in over nine hundred years we had a plan. It was risky, and it was a long reach, but we had nothing to lose at that point. I'm not going to say that the plan was completely agreed upon, because that wouldn't be true. Actually, there was almost complete dissent for it.Through a serious incantation done by three of us, the other two were going back to our Zanarkand. The three doing the incantation were to concentrate all their energy on the two going back to allow them, not only the ability to travel in time, but to go around the spell that denied us freedom. While the two were there, they were to find someone trustworthy and bring them to the current time period.
Yevon had been cautious. Almost too cautious. The spell wouldn't let us leave or contact anyone outside of those walls… but it hadn't been meant to stop us from contacting other era. And considering we were Zanarkandians where should we search for help other that there?
It was a dangerous, and unheard of, concept. We were bringing someone from a different time period into the present, we could have messed up a lot of things, but we weren't really concerned with that. We had fought so hard to protect the people of Zanarkand, the people who didn't even give us a second glance, we had been betrayed by someone we considered a brother, and now… we're looking out for ourselves.
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"That is the stupidest idea I've ever heard, Daniel," Lydia scoffed after fully listening to the blond boy.
"A lot of things can go wrong," Cassandra added in. She paused for a moment, contemplating the pros and cons of the situation before she added, "It's not going to be easy."
"Who are we going to bring back? We can't trust anyone enough to actually do it," Xanthos threw in, adding another blow to the idea. "Besides, who is going to go… it's dangerous."
Daniel slumped back to the ground, leaning his head against the wall of his confines. "Well, excuse me for trying to get out of here," he said defensively. "But you don't have to jump down my throat because you don't like it."
The only one who didn't speak out against, or in favor, of his plan was the blue eyed brunette who remained silent, engulfed in her own thoughts.
"Roxi?" Cassandra said softly. "You are quiet. Do you have no comments about this?"
However, before the girl could respond, Daniel cut in. "Why do you bother asking her, she's just going to be rude and not going to-"
"I'll go," she interrupted the blonde's speech, gaining the same silence that most of her words did.
After a few minutes of an uneasy silence, the owner of the idea stammered out, "Wait… what?"
"I said, I'll go," she repeated again, her words laced with a hint of irritation.
"That's surprising," Cassandra said a small smile coming to her features. "So time did wear at the rock hard exterior of Roxi."
"Don't be stupid," she snapped. She pushed herself from the floor and began to walk around the room. "This isn't for 'the team.' The fact of the matter is that, you are all needed, not wanted, to do this sending."
"Roxi, this is not only foolish, it's dangerous. Why are you so willing to risk it?" the tall one questioned.
"Spare me the false concern," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Does the danger it entails make any difference?" She slammed her fist into the wall. "Choice is: stay here, or TRY to get out."
The others were quiet for some time, their thoughts entangled with her words. "The truth is that, at the moment, we have absolutely nothing to loose," Cassandra's voice resounded breaking the silence, "And everything to gain."
Daniel smiled to himself, what had started out as an almost collective 'no' was slowly turning into a yes. He had already gained the majority and he only needed the other two to 'consent.' "Majority rules, we're doing it."
"I don't know… what if we can't do it," Lydia voice broke through, her word laced with uncertainty and concern.
"What if something goes wrong?" Xanthos' doubting voice came through.
This dissent from those two was beginning to wear at the little bit of patience Roxi had. She didn't wait for Daniel to respond, instead she jumped in with, "It can't possibly be worse than this."
"Yes… I can understand that," Xan started. "If we do this, we can't just send Roxi alone…" He trailed off at the end, leaving Lydia to finish up with, "She might kill a few people." Roxi made no indication that she acknowledged the statement. She merely remained silent and smirked to herself.
"If you're worried about who else should go, don't. I agree with her… I'll go too," Cassandra offered to relieve the other two.
"Finally," Daniel muttered. "Now, this is what we're going to do…" After explaining the details and seriousness of this spell he sighed and said, "Now, being serious, once we start, there is no stopping. So… if you have to do anything at all before we start, do it now."
When everything else was out of the way, the five elemental summoners stood in the center of their chambers. Daniel, Lydia, and Xanthos closed their eyes, held their hands together, forming a steeple with their fingers, and hummed lowly, concentrating all their energy on the two older girls.
The two girls watched as their bodies slowly began to flicker and become transparent before they completely vanished from their chambers for the first time in so many years. The other three remained in their chambers, continuing to hum, sending their energy to the girls so that they could complete their task. The incantation was coming along and it was only a matter of a few minutes until the two girls reached the heart of the Metropolis when the concentration was broken midspell when Lydia reluctantly sneezed.
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"Who-aahhhHHHHHH!" The two girls cried in unison as their peaceful journey was abruptly halted and they began to plummet from the sky.
Cassandra landed hard on a pile of crates, breaking a few in the process. She groaned loudly as she rolled out from the debris. "That was slightly more than painful." Slowly, she got to her feet and brushed herself off. "You ok, Roxi?" She continued brushing herself off as she waited for a reply. When no snide remark came from the brunette she was traveling with, Cassandra's eyes went wide with worry as she called out, "Roxi?"
"Oh, wait til we get back," Roxi growled from behind the older girl, causing her to turn. Cassandra did all she could to not burst into hysterics. She bit down hard on her lower lip as she took in the appearance of Roxi. She hadn't seen her in 1000 years, and here she was, standing before her, sopping wet. Her black clothing clinging to her body and pieces of hair precariously falling in front of her pale face. She pulled a piece of seaweed out of her hair and tossed it aside before saying, "I'm going to kill them."
-----xXx-----
Lydia's eyes went slightly wide as she cursed, "Oh shit!"
The blond boy could feel their connection to the others begin to fail. "What in the name of Thanthos is going on?" he exclaimed from his compartment.
The young girl scratched the back of her head before she said, "I… sneezed?"
Daniel's eye twitched as these words left her mouth. They'd been trapped for over a thousand years and their first attempt at freedom was being foiled by a bodily function.
"I knew something was going to go wrong," Xanthos said from his chamber, worry for his comrades evident in the tone he took. "I mean-"
The blond rubbed his temples. This was the last thing he needed. He didn't need the other two going into a frenzy about this, what he needed was for them to concentrate to see if he could reestablish the connection. "Will you shut up and concentrate, because I don't know about you, but I can still feel them. We're still connected, it's just damaged."
"WHEN I GET BACK I SWEAR THAT I AM GOING TO MUTILATE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!" The irate voice of Roxi echoed loudly. "ONE BY ONE, SLOWLY AND EXTREMELY PAINFULLY!"
"She seems angry…" the big guy commented after removing his hands from his ears.
"That would be understatement of the Millennium," Daniel corrected as he shook his head, wondering exactly what had occurred with the absent members of the group.
"Uhm… maybe we shouldn't reestablish the connection," Lydia said as her eyes darted around her room. "I mean is it really worth it?"
"What do you mean, is it worth it!" Cassandra's distant voice came through. "I'm glad to see you care so much," she finished up in a dry tone.
The blond shook his head, ignoring all the voices instead he spoke, "Do you want to be stuck in here for the rest of eternity? Aren't you tired of this?" The other two went to speak, but Daniel cut them off. "I don't care what you want, you're both going to shut up and concentrate and I mean it."
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Roxi shook her head, sprinting water as she did so. She pushed the loose strands back before ringing her shirt and looked around, her facial expression clearly saying she was not pleased in the least, "Where the hell are we?"
"On a boat," Cassandra answered, a small smirk playing on her lips.
She narrowed her blue eyes, glaring at the slightly older girl. "I gathered that much. Thanks, Cassandra."
She mustered up the sweetest smile she could as she said chipperly, "You're so very welcome, Roxi!" When she noticed that Roxi's facial expression hadn't changed even slightly she gave her a look and said, "We've been confined for a thousand years, we're back home… kinda," Cassandra added as she glanced around at the water surrounding the boat. "Aren't you the slightest happy?"
"We're not where we're supposed to be, we don't know who is on this boat, and to top it all off," she said her voice getting lower and more threatening as she spoke. "I'M WET!" She yelled out, startling the other girl. "So, what do you think?"
"I think you're thrilled and want to give me a hug," she said with a smile as she extended her arms.
The blue-eyed brunette placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, and narrowed her eyes. "Cassandra, you are one of the few I can bare to listen to for over five minutes without wanting to jam my blade through my own neck. Don't make me hurt you."
The older girl immediately put her arms down and quickly said, "But… that's just what I think…"
"Good," Roxi stated as she moved her hand away from her blade. She took a few steps forward, her wet sneakers squeaking as she moved. She cringed and muttered a curse under her breath every time her shoes made a noise.
"They didn't leave us with much of a choice…" Cassandra muttered as she followed the blue-eyed girl. "We have to take whoever is on this boat."
"Yeah, well let's find the lucky individual, so we can finally get out of that imprisonment," she muttered bitterly before adding lowly, "And find and torment Yevon and his damned soul for the Rest. Of. Eternity."
"Hey, who's there?" a strange horse voice called from within the confines of the ship.
Roxi glanced over her shoulder toward her companion. Cassandra smiled and shrugged. "I'll take what's behind door number one," she said as she pointed to the door that led to the inside of the boat.
With those words uttered, the door burst open revealing a half dressed, disheveled looking man. He was wearing a pair of bright orange pants, with a red bandana that held back his dark brown messy hair. His hazel eyes had a glazed look to them as he stumbled forward. "Who are you?" he asked, or tried to anyway. His words were slurred and ran together. Before either of the girls could respond they watched as the man ran to the edge of the ship and threw up over the edge.
Roxi cocked an eyebrow with a disgusted expression on her features. She then turned and shared a look with her companion. In response to Cassandra's previous statement replied, "And I'd like to take my own life." She then reached over for the hilt of her sword.
-----xXx-----
This was the man we were supposed to depend upon to set us free. A thirty year old, washed up blitz ball player who had an apparent alcohol problem. Of all the Blitzball stars, of all the boats… we got this one. The one who couldn't walk in a straight line if he had physical assistance. This is what our future was dependant upon.
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Cassandra looked at Roxi with a weak smile and said, "Maybe it won't be so bad, Roxi." Roxi quirked an eyebrow, and looked at the drunk who proceeded to grace the girls with the presence of his lunch, breakfast, and the previous night's dinner. "Oh by the elements…" she muttered to herself as she rubbed the temples of her forehead.
"Nice knowing ya, Cass," the brunette said as she unsheathed her enormous black blade.
The sight of the blade seemed to catch the attention of the man. His eyes went wide and he grabbed Roxi's wrist. Immediately the girl's eyes flashed with anger as her head jerked in his direction. Cassandra looked on with worry. She, as any of the other elementals, knew that unnecessary/unwarranted contact with Roxi was a huge 'no-no.'
"Hey, they'll be none of that," he said, his words slightly clearer than before. He glanced between the two girls before a grin spread across his features and he continued, "There is enough Jecht to go around."
"Oh, that's it," Roxi said as a look of disdain crossed her features. She didn't even give him a small warning before she forced her left fist into his gut. He exhaled sharply as he released her wrist from his grip. Bending over, he clutched at his pained abdomen. As he did this, Roxi brought the hilt of her sword down on the back of his head, immediately knocking him to the floor.
She had turned her blade, ready to jam the sharp point through his chest when Cassandra yelled out, "Roxi, No!" She bent down next to the man and rolled him onto his back. "We need him, you can't kill him yet."
The blue-eyed girl sheathed her sword before muttering, "He deserved it."
"I know…" was the grim reply of Cassandra. She shook her head as she watched Roxi walk away from the body of the man before turning her attention back to Jecht. She patted gently at his cheek. "Hey, come on, wake up," The elemental said in a vain attempt to get him up. As the time passed and her actions were plainly futile Cassandra grew impatient. She swiftly pulled her arm back and brought it back down as hard as she could, slapping the man across the face. "Get up, you ignoramus!"
He groaned and rolled away from her, but gave no other indication he was getting up. "You're doing it wrong," Roxi said as she tapped her foot on the ground impatiently.
Cassandra rolled her eyes before looking up at the young adult. "Well, by all means, please show me the way, oh great one," she remarked with intense sarcasm.
The younger girl didn't respond, she merely sauntered over to where the man lay. She pulled her leg back and dealt a swift kick to his rib cage. "Wake up, you stupid idiot!"
He called out as a sharp pain shot through his tattooed torso. "What the hell was that for?" he snapped, only to receive yet another kick from the younger brunette. He sat up rubbing his stomach, eyes narrowed glaring at Roxi, "Who the hell are you?"
"That's not of your concern," she snapped, her icy blue eyes staring past the man sitting on the floor. "You're going to do us a favor."
He scoffed loudly before slowly getting to his feet. "I don't know who you think you are, but the great Jecht does no one favors."
A frown crossed Cassandra's features as she stood crossing her arms. "Sit down," she ordered. "Right now."
"Whatever," he rolled his eyes before turning his back to them. He stuck his hand out, reaching for the doorknob. Cassandra's mouth twitched in annoyance as she took a few deep breaths muttering 'he's all we've got' to herself.
Roxi on the other hand, wasn't as patient as Cassandra… actually she wasn't patient at all. She swiftly moved behind him and kicked the back of his knee, knocking his legs out from under him. "She said sit down," she warned.
Cassandra let an exasperated sigh escape her lips before crouching down before him. "You're going to listen to our story."
She explained in depth their story, everything from their duties, to how they had been betrayed and entrapped for a thousand years. She spoke quickly and clearly, trying to get in as much information as she could. Jecht listened to every word she said, not allowing his attention to wander, but in case it did, the cold glare from Roxi and the petite hand hovering over the hilt of the large sword brought him right back to the story.
"So, you're the elemental protectors?" The two girls nodded a yes. "And one of your own betrayed you?" Again the brunette females nodded. "And you've been trapped for a thousand years… and want my help?" Yet again the girls nodded, thinking that he finally had understood their purpose for being there. Well, that was until he laughed in their faces.
"What is so funny?" Cassandra inquired, her tone growing in irritation.
"You want me to believe that?" He laughed even harder when the girls nodded again. He stood and bowed mockingly to them. "I apologize my dear protectors, but I cannot assist you."
Roxi grabbed the man by the hair and pulled him down to her eye level. "You're not being given a choice," she said slowly, emphasizing each word.
The joviality in the man's appearance quickly faltered as a more serious one replaced it. "Hey, this isn't funny!" he bellowed as he tried to free his hair from her strong grip. "I'm not going anywhere, I have a blitz game… and I can't leave my kid!"
"He's a father…" Cassandra said lowly, doubt beginning to creep into her mind. She wasn't as enthusiastic to take a father away from his child. Her mind then traveled to the advances he had made previously and her doubt began to waver. "You're married then?"
"Of course not! But I can't leave my ex-wife with that cry baby, he needs a man to whip him into shape," he cried out as his hands felt around frantically for anything that would help him free himself from the death grip Roxi had on his hair. The doubts Cassandra had were instantly gone when he spoke those words. She felt no sympathy for the man either, especially as she watched him use a lead pipe to swing blindly at Roxi.
"By the darkness!" The girl exclaimed as she jumped back, releasing his hair and narrowly missing the end of a large metal pipe. She growled as she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.
"You can't kill him Roxi!" Cassandra said quickly, reminding the dark elemental summoner of their duty. "Wait til we're free to do that…" she grinned wickedly as she continued, "Though, I said nothing about not hurting him... badly"
Roxi jerked her hand away from her blade and clenched her hands into fists as she stormed towards him, ducking down to dodge another swing of the lead pipe. She quickly stood back up and punched the man square in the face.
Cassandra watched satisfied as Roxi physically beat the arrogant man. Though after a few moments she was wondering whether it would be wise to try to get Roxi to stop her assault, he wasn't really useful in a coma either. While she was pondering over this, she glanced at her hands that seemed to be becoming slightly transparent. "Roxi, grab him, we got to go, the connection's weakening for some reason."
A sigh left the dark summoner as she stopped her onslaught of attacks and grabbed the barely conscious man by the arm, dragging him towards the other elemental summoner. Cassandra wrinkled her nose in disgust before she too grabbed onto his arm. "Now, to get him to Bevelle… or close to it… hopefully…" she said quietly before all three of them disappeared, leaving a lone, empty boat floating aimlessly in the sea.
-----xXx-----
Getting back to Zanarkand was tough, convincing the imbecile to help us was tough, but the toughest part of this was going to be dropping him off somewhere in the present day. None of us had gone far out of Zanarkand, we had a duty to do and we couldn't suddenly decide we wanted to take a vacation, so we weren't so great with geography to begin with. Then there was the added factor that we hadn't seen the outside world in a thousand years. We didn't know what had changed, what city sprung up, or where Bevelle was for that matter.
We were taking a shot in the dark, literally, when we dropped him off. We hoped it was close to Bevelle, but who knew. We just had to have faith and trust, something that was not exactly bountiful among us.
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"BEVELLE! FIND US AND FREE US! Or, you better pray you die before we get you," Roxi's voice boomed through his head.
"Don't forget it, or she won't be the only angry person you'll have to deal with," Cassandra's calm voice said. The serenity of her voice was eerie and caused a chill to run up Jecht's back.
The blitzball player shakily stood on his feet when the threatening and cursing voices vacated his mind. He looked around and tried to gain his bearings. He was before a lush forest that seemed to be covered in…ice? Finding this odd for a forest he decided to avoid it and go down a small pathway to the left. 'I have to find someone that can get me back to Zanarkand…' Jecht shook his head and muttered, "Crazy women…"
As he continued his journey of aimlessly walking around and rambling on to himself, he came across two heavily armed men. He approached them slowly before saying, "Excuse me, can you two help me out?"
The men look at him curiously, slightly appalled with his attire, before saying, "What business do you have with Bevelle?"
The man scoffed as a look of resentment crossed his features, "Bevelle? I want nothing to do with Bevelle, I want to get back to Zanarkand."
The expression on the guard grew serious as they said, "There is nothing at Zanarkand, but ruins. Why would you wish to go to the holy place of Zanarkand?"
"Holy place?" he said loudly trying to keep himself from laughing. "I love Zanarkand, it's my home, but holy?"
The two men exchanged glances before nodding their head solemnly. "You were in contact with sin, weren't you?" The loud drunk looked at them bewildered. "They say when you come in contact with sin you loose your memory. Praise be to Yevon you are still alive."
"Yevon!" he exclaimed as if a light bulb had gone off in his head. "That psycho chick, Roxi, was cursing about him before she brought me here. Said he needed to be wiped out…" he paused before continuing, "And some other… gruesome things."
The guard on the right looked as if Jecht had smacked his wife and called his baby ugly when he said that. "You dare speak against Yevon?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "And if I do?"
"Insolence! Sin or no sin, he has blasphemed against Yevon!" The soldier forcible grabbed Jecht's arms and held them behind his back. "You are to be taken into custody and the Grand Maester will decide what it is to be done with you."
"What the hell?" he called out as he struggled against the men. Growing frustrated with the lack of obedience from the stranger, the guards knocked him out cold before dragging him to the prison in Bevelle.
-----xXx-----
For the first time in so long we had a reason to hope. We had risked the little we still held but that same little was a curse so horrible that we would have preferred death over that captivity. Sure, being lost in time was a really bad perspective in that moment but one more day looking at the front wall sounded like a much worse nightmare. Of course depending on that guy wasn't something we were sure to have good results. Hence why all the optimism was toned down…no, actually it was nearly non-existent. After so long the only optimism left was sorely related to the wonder that Spira wasn't yet a wreck.
But it was a small flame in numbed hearts, small sparks giving some strength where we had thought it wouldn't have any more.
Those sparks, however, would turn into severe rage for sure if the idiot had managed to get himself killed before getting us out of there. We had played our whole future in that one move and none of us wanted to wait another millennium before being able to try again.
Either that or finished killing whatever remain of spirit we still held. Yevon would have a reason to be proud of his work if he could see us at that moment.
-----xXx-----
The soft whispering was still sounding across the silent halls and chambers of their enclosure in same tone it had been for an amount of time none of the three elementals could even muse about. Their whole attention was locked into the two presences they knew so well, knowing the second they lost their focus they would lose almost half of their own. And knowing Roxi, she would not be happy in the least for being dumped in an unknown time. Most probably Cassandra would have to suffer the listing of the enormous amount of threats the dark elemental would utter and join a few of her own for them to make her go through that particular situation.
"One day I will understand what did we do to piss off Fate!" Roxi's voice didn't sound particularly amused. There was a collective shudder among the casters.
"Easy," commented Cassandra calmly, "apparently being born was enough. We are here."
The flux of energy was cut abruptly as the energy the three elementals ran out. Without a support to sustain that half solid form, both girls fell. "DAMNIT!"
"Roxi? Cassandra?" Xanthos yelled. "Are you alright?"
"Shut up," growled the younger girl. "My head hurts like shit."
"And my bottom must be all black and blue by now," completed the lightning elemental
Daniel smacked his forehead. "I don't think we needed that much information, Cass." His eyes narrowed as he focused on the wall. "Did you manage to find someone?"
Silence followed his question. A mix of embarrassment and total exasperation.
"Why did we fall in the middle of nowhere?" Any more anger in Roxi's words and she would have been growling. And for some strange reason the casters were thanking the solid rock walls that were their shackles. At least, even if everything went alright, they had sometime to let the brunette cool down…or as much as she would. A very bad thing with the Darkness summoner was that she never forgot something.
"Oops...?" muttered Lydia sheepishly. Even more silence. "Come on guys it's not like I'm to blame for having to sneeze."
Cassandra massaged her temples slowly feeling the same headache Roxi had complained about roaring in her head.
"You sneezed?" Daniel appeared to think that intervening in that moment would be best before Roxi got carried away.
"Did you find someone?" he asked again. "I'm not sure if we will be able to try again and this was a one chance thing."
"Oh yes, we got someone!" The older girl said with false cheer and a frown on her features none of the others could see. "He will be able to get us out of here for sure!"
"For your own good, Cassandra, I hope that was sarcasm," Roxi stood from the floor, glaring in the vague direction where she knew her to be. "We got ourselves a drunkard! What were you three thinking?"
"A drunkard?" The rest could almost see the hint of hope Xanthos had allowed himself to feel begin to disappear. "How could you bring someone like that?"
"It's not like we had a wide variety of choices between bastard number one and broken crates." Cassandra cocked her head to the side, eyes narrowed. "You can't exactly blame us for that"
"And we aren't. We really aren't." Lydia made a small pause. "I was the one to mess up. I'm sorry, guys."
There was a shuffle of feet as the five sat once more, feeling the same never-ending weight of their captivity, the overbearing silence that filled those walls and that reminded them well of their position. Prisoners.
"Don't worry about it, Lydia." Daniel attempted to inject some strength into her voice however futile that may seem to be. "We can hope that it all will work alright."
"Hope isn't something that thrives around here," Xanthos continued with a sigh.
Cassandra just smiled for a moment. "Right, now it's all we have, that and each other." And a drunkard that should be getting there soon or risk himself to suffer at their mental claws. After all, they couldn't get out of there but that didn't mean they didn't carry any power...maybe playing ghost and not let him have a moment of rest for the rest of his life would make them slightly satisfied.
"Aren't we the luckiest bunch?" And, as much as they all wanted to disagree with Roxi, at the moment, they were feeling everything but lucky.
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There are people that say fighting is hard, that dealing with the suffering in the battlefield destroys a person more than anything. They have never been held for a thousand years only to end up depending on a guy that had his mind locked upon two things. All involving round shapes if you get my meaning.
No…the hardest thing of all is the waiting. The painful wait we had done, we had to do still, the fear of having to endure even more years locked in that place we had learned to hate. When your hope resides on someone that laughed of your plight you tend to feel slightly more apprehensive. But we had no other choice
And wait we did…
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A/N: See! Told you it wasn't that long! Ok, well we do hope you enjoyed it, because we worked hard on it… and it would be nice if someone besides us thought so! Ok well, review… or –whispers- our muses, will get together with your muses, and rebellion will occur… which… -muses appear- AHHHH –runs- REVIEW PLEASE!