Chapter 6: A Lost Soul Revisited

It was weird for Sara Cypher, administrator of the Neo Ark. Standing in the middle of nowhere with a white gown that loosely ran down to her heels, her black hair would sway in the air from a mysterious wind. She blinked at her strange surroundings, pure blackness that faded into a blood red in the center. Sara gazed around, looking for something distinct or a way out. Surely enough, two figures came into view walking across her sight of view. The figure who was leading was a tall man bathed in black attire, pale skin and hair as white as snow that reached down to the top of his neck. Hairs from his sideburns would reach even lower, to the bottom of his neck. His eyes were a pair of orbs filled with blood. Despite his demonic appearance, there was a calm air that surrounded him. Nothing could be told of the man, he kept an emotionless face while walking erratically, keeping the other figure next to him in check. But, Sara couldn't help but feel that the man looked strangely familiar. The other, was a small child, probably twelve years old or so. The man with white hair would drag the child by his left arm while the child struggled with all his might to break free of the man's firm grip. Child was a boy, long blonde hair that reached to his waste that swayed everywhere as he struggled, cursing the man. The man would continue to walk forward, forcing the child to slide forward with him as well. Who are they? Why is that man dragging that child? The boy suddenly cried out in anger.

"Let me go! If you hate me so much why don't you just kill me here and now!" The boy sounded like he had a soprano voice. It was quite apparant the furious boy was being pulled by the man against his own free will. His captor however, did not reply to his last question, he merely stared at the child with a calm gaze. The child's legs would slide along the pitch black ground, or was it just Sara's imagination that the ground was pure black? Without much thought about her actions, she walked forward, quickly towards the pair.

"Stop! What are you doing to that child?" She yelled, made a grab for the man's hand. Her hand would pass right through his black sleeved arm. Sara stared at her hand for a moment, a little shocked. The many thoughts and questions that flooded through her mind were gone the instant the child's voice rang out again.

"Where are you taking me! Let me go!" The blonde haired child kicked and punched at the man frantically, weak punches would not phase the man as he continued to drag the child across the boundless blackness. He merely looked at the child with his unchanged, calm eyes.

"What did I do to deserve such a thing!" Once again with the yelling.

"..." The man merely strolled across Sara's sights, pulling the struggling child with him. As if the man had answered him, the child spoke.

"No! You're wrong! It is mankind that has sinned against me! I have nothing to atone for! You have no right to do this!" Many questions fluttered through Sara's mind. What was the man going to do with the child? Why wouldn't the white-haired man answer the child? These questions would baffle her as the figures slowed down. A small hole in the blackness started to warp open, revealing something bright and fiery. Soon enough, Sara could make out what was in the hole. A burning city, engulfed in fires from hell. The brilliant flames would illuminate the two human faces. Upon seeing the city in fires, the man loosened his grip and the child fell on his knees, weeping tears of sorrow.

"Did...I do this?" The child whispered.

"..." Again, the man did not answer him. Instead, he turned around, the same emotionless expression on his face, and walked away towards Sara. As he turned around, an object that hung around the man's neck, would sway through the air with his movements. The object would glimmer in the light being produced by the burning city image. Sara caught a glimpse of the object, a necklace with a dragon on the end with several detailed carvings in it. With hands in his black jacket pockets, the man walked away from the weeping child. Seeing the object almost made Sara jump. She pulled out a silver necklace that hid within her gown. A silver dragon curled in an infinite style with detailed carvings engraved in it, the same as the man wore. She looked from her palm to the man who walked past her, not seeing her.

"Wind?" Now looking closely, she could tell the man had much more expression on his face than you could tell from far away. A slight hint of sadness with depression, masked by his white hair and blood red irises. The administrator woke up, bolting upright with perspiration covering her body, she didn't know why. The dream wasn't that bad, nor was it terrifying. She clutched the silky white bed sheets to her chest, heaving up and down heavily. I haven't had those dreams in a long time...what could it mean? Sara looked out of the window her bed was placed next to. The moon would light the night with it's white luminescence. Trees outside would move slightly, wind blowing them in their place. Was that really Wind? It sure resembled him...who was that child then?

A man stood by the window in his dark office. The only light source came from the outside, the moon's light. The man had long blonde hair that reached down to his waist. He would gaze out towards the moon with his unwavering dark green eyes, drinking a glass of red substance. He would raise the small glass filled with red wine to his mouth with his gloved hands and take a few sips of it time and again. His left hand rubbed the tiny scar on his eye brow line and he would contemplate on his next actions. I hope Scion doesn't screw this up. A woman entered the room in uniform.

"Sir, excuse me for my impertinence..." She bowed her head. It was hard to make out her face because of the shadows and the darkness of the office. "But do you think dispatching the Phantasms is neccessary? I mean, it would've been alright to send the other four. But asking Scion to come was completely unneccessary."

"Well...I don't think so, I think it's a neccessity to ask Scion in for this operation. Why, Mary? Do you dislike Scion or something?" The man said, only tilting his head slightly, not turning around to speak to the woman.

"No...but I've heard rumors that he overdoes things..." She said, in a quiet voice.

"Bah, you need not worry. Those rumors are exaggerations. He'll be fine, he won't do anything drastic without my consent. Now, leave me be! I want to be alone right now." He said, raising his hand and gesturing her to leave him.

"Y-yes sir..." She bowed and proceeded outwards, closing the doors behind her silently.

I just hope...he doesn't regain his memories too quickly...otherwise...

"Kine! Please report to the debriefing room as soon as possible!" Announcements echoed through the hallways. In the silent room only lit by the lights that beamed down on the ground, a man lay on his back against the covers of his soft bed, looking up at the ceiling. Short black hair, almost a crew cut and small whiskers covered his rough face. The man sat up, his hand making it's way towards the pair of shades on the table beside his bed. Kine stood up, walking towards the door of his quarters. Guess it's time...He thought, swinging the silver leather jacket around his shoulders and leaving his room behind, silent as before.