Hi, sorry for taking time. All though I think everyone has been busy. I was gone during New Year, a few days with a bunch of friends. Great fun, except for the fact I couldn't get to sleep the next day after. Been up pretty long...

To make up for all people waiting, this is a super long chapter, which I hope you all will enjoy! Indeed, it was really hard to know when to stop writing.

This is a chapter that features loads of the good old attacks, loads of angst as well as some pieces of romance and humor. Ask yourselves... is Kouichi really just an innocent ghost? I don't think so. I know a lot about the ghost Kouichi, and girls... lock your doors and seal them with some anti-plasma shields. This is a ghost you don't play with.

Chapter 9

Flower Power and Ice Mountain

We have truly entered this story, there are many things to learn as well as many things to teach. Yet, to understand some facts about this chapter, let us go back two hundred years, or more, to the celebrated Jija, the day of calamity. It was when two twins were born, and what their destiny would show.

Jija, for some unknown reason it always rains and storm during this day, and over two hundred years ago there was no difference in the weather. Yet, no matter the storming clouds or the thunder. The slight differences of sounds came from the dark and gloomy vampire castle outside the huge and marvelous city.

In one of the rooms, a woman lay in bed breathing heavily. Or was she really a woman? I cannot say so, with sharp fangs and black hair, sharp claw-like nails and the faint smell of blood... she was the wife of the vampire. Yet, being vampire or not could not change her situation. On this day of Jija, when the people outside celebrated she lay awaiting the birth of her child. Or rather her children, she could smell two hearts more than her own.

Around four on the afternoon it finally came. Two screams filled the air around the castle. A pair of twins, one being the sun, the other the moon. The first born, which the local witches and wizards could predict, would be the ruler of the night, the creature of darkness and awaken the old meanings of darkness that slowly had bee forgotten. The second born, the youngest, would be the knight of light, a creature of the sun. He would bring back the old fire and help him to rediscover the old magic that no one knew more about, then the aspect that it was ancient.

Kouichi, was the name of the first child, Kouji became the youngest. But with their birth the lands turned wilder, and rumors about the unknown darkness started to spread. They said that the demons were slowly moving for war, which seemed impossible, but yet everyone said so.

And they did not change, not for the coming fifty years or more. By that time, the twins grew. They were still as alike as cherries, yet cherries do have their slight differences. Kouichi was the energetic, mischievous and clever brother. Kouji was more calm and collected and became the one to help his brother out from the more embarrassing moments. As the 19th century continued, for they grew up during a time of industrial revolution and yes, they experienced a lot in the different cultural years. For even though Nemorisa lies far far away, the creatures that returns from their travel upon Earth bring back the culture.

Yet, what is the point of telling all of this? Just one moment, for we are getting to the more important facts about this story.

Fifty is the age when the vampire becomes of-age. When the twins became fifty, their true differences started to show. Their mother and father learned how difficult it would be, for as the two of them started to explore the world, they learned a lot about new things and met new creatures. Really, they still aren't finished with this period of life, all though Kouji is probably closer to settle down than his energetic brother. Indeed, there is a reason why the older of the brothers are yet alive. And that will be... girls...

This is kept as a secret, yet Kouichi used to have a weak spot for girls and the day he was allowed to enter the real world Kouji barely saw his brother, unless he landed into trouble. The elder twin chased skirts, snuggled up to the ladies. He loved the challenges, which is how he met many royalties, and is also the main reason why he hated to go back to the Aquila Mountain. (A small encounter with Izumi) Izumi acts like she has forgotten, mainly since he's a ghost these days and she feels bad for this.

It was his love for women that let him stay, as well as the love for his brother. Too many emotions clashed in his soul, when it departed to the afterlife that it, connected with the plasma around, made him a ghost. A shell of his former self.

Since after, Kouichi has calmed down as well, even though he is still mischievous like hell. But how many females in Nemorisa doesn't remember the Vampire of Darkness that haunted their dreams? Only time can tell.

Petals... petals was the key to solve this problem. Yet no matter how much Kouji thought about it he did not understand. He couldn't see what someone wanted to do with a ghost. He could not see why someone did such efforts to kidnap a ghost and leave such a trail behind him?

Izumi was flying ahead, trying to keep watch for eventual traps. Judging by the angry female voice they could hear coming from somewhere she had to be stuck with something.

"Plasma Pods!"

A beam of red light shot up from the trees before them. "That is ancient magic!" Junpei said hurrying to get there. Kouji and Takuya hurried as well. They knew Izumi had used that move once before, trying to fend of Daisuke in his dragon shape.

Thankfully for Izumi, she was not far away from them when they entered this trap. And luckily both Kouji and Junpei knew some of their ancient magic for as it seemed great vines had sprouted from nowhere attacking the poor Aquila, bringing her down to the ground. The vines were alive and Izumi was beaten to the ground, currently unconscious.

"Izumi!" Takuya said retreating back as the vines tried to snatch him as well. Junpei had thrown himself out for this game, sparks flying from him. The Raiki used the legendary "Lightning Blitz!" to try and fend of the vines, yet the more he tried the less results he received. The vines were tricky, the simply retreated back to the Earth, simply to attack from somewhere else. Kouji shielded Takuya the best he could.

"This is not working!" he said through gritted teeth. Blood pounded in his ears, making him close to deaf. Concentrating his right arms started to glow. He stretched it towards his right, something appeared in his hand. For Takuya it looked like one of those swords you saw in Star Wars or something.

'Ancestor, give me power to defeat this violence. Lend me the strength to defend the one I love.' he prayed silently.

"Lobo Kendo!"

The Light sword cut through the vines as if they were made of nothing. Takuya was shocked, not only by the magic but also by Kouji's complete mastered fighting style. Vine after vine fell to the ground, and withered apart like stones becoming sand in an instance.

Slowly the battle turned and Takuya hurried to wake Izumi, which he succeeded with after some painful attempts involving sharp nails he hadn't noticed before. Izumi behaved like an angry bird. But at least she woke up, being furious and not in the mood. It took him a few minutes to direct her to where she really was and once it happened it became clear that three of them could fight of these kinds of things. However it had looked bad for a while.

"Hurricane Wind!"

A whirlwind blasted down on the vines, cutting them to pieces.

"Thunder Fist!"

Junpei's fist connected to the vine, remaking it to molecules.

"Howling Laser!"

Light connected in Kouji's hand and shot towards the vines, cutting them.

Unbelievably enough they won. The last of the vines fell and disappeared. Takuya walked up to them, feeling quite useless himself. But he wasn't quite sure how he could control his magic. Daisuke had given him a few pointers to think about before they departed, but it wasn't much.

"Let's go!" Kouji said leading the way this time. Izumi simply refused to scout ahead for the next obstacle. It didn't bother anyone, for they all understood her. The search had to continue, yet no one was prepared for the next thing to happen.

Nothing could give away the odd behavior of animals, not even the scent of blood.

Takuya's horse suddenly behaved oddly, and before they knew it it went into a rampage. The human was shocked as the others slowly disappeared behind him running to catch up. And before he knew it, the horse threw him off.

He landed in a pile of old wet leaves. He wasn't happy seeing his horse disappear in the distance. He was about to call it back, when suddenly he thought he heard voices. Out of curiosity he hurried to find out more about it. For some seconds he thought about telling the others, but threw away the thought. Instead, knowing Kouji would be able to scent his blood from miles away he deliberately cut himself on a bush of thorns and hurried to find the source of the voices. Kouji would follow him thanks to the blood scent. Running through the mass of trees he soon found it. One he could clearly figure out to whom he belonged. Kouichi seemed frightened, of some reason really frightened.

The other belonged to a female and if Takuya had to say it was a beautiful voice. It reminded him about a field filled with blooming flowers. With birds playing in the dew. Sneaking to find out what was going on he saw more petals, and soon saw a creature he could never imagine seeing before.

At the first sighed she looked like a mass of flowers, but if you looked closer you saw she was not. Her hair was reddish brown, held with pink petals that danced down to her feet. (it explained the trail they were following). She wasn't wearing any clothes, she did not need to as flowers bloomed on her body, covering her from top to toe. But there was also something sad about her, like a flower ready to die. Like the rose that had given up on life.

Kouichi was whimpering. The ghost had been bound to a tree, enchanted vines holding him there.

"Don't worry dewdrop. I am almost finished!"the flower girl said. She stood by a black cauldron adding flower petals into some kind of potion.

Takuya froze. What was she doing? He had no clue, until just out of luck, Kouichi gave him the hints.

"Mimi, please! I am dead since years ago. You cannot possibly give a ghost back his body. That is against the laws of our very existence."

The flower, Mimi, shook her head, more petals falling from it. "I have no choice. You gave me your heart on a platter and I took it. You died and could never return to me. I want us to be together. With this potion, like the one the witches created me of, I will create you an aged body and now that the flowers are all dying, we will die together."

Takuya's eyes widened. Kill Kouichi, was that even possible?

"I didn't die because I hated you..." Kouichi continued. "I mean, even if you are alone and one of a kind creature, I was stupid back then. I hit on every single female that crossed my mind. I only realized what I really have done after I died, and I would not really be surprised if the person who bushed me to the sunlight would be one of those ghosts."

Mimi did not listen. She had stopped listening and was fully concentrating on getting the potion ready.

Suddenly a hand grabbed Takuya from behind, and another hand held his mouth so only mumbled protests could be heard.

"Be quiet!" Kouji said. Takuya relaxed seeing it was his love that had arrived. Kouji gave him a smile. It had been a clever idea to use blood to lead him to this place. The vampire watched the scene before them as the flower girl finished her potion.

"Lowe protect me!" Kouichi cried as the flowery girl filled a goblet of the liquid and poured it down his throat. Unlike the times Kouichi drank or ate, this didn't pass through him. Takuya made a movement to go and help, yet Kouji stopped him. The vampire shook his head, Takuya was bewildered. He did not understand a thing. Kouichi was Kouji's twin brother. Why shouldn't he go and help?

Mimi seemed to be quite happy once Kouichi had taken all of the potion yet her happiness turned to astonishment. For as it seemed Kouichi did not retrieve his body Instead he started to glow, a dark glow surrounded him. Ghostly hands appeared from the ground wrapping around the girl's wrists and ankles. Mimi screamed, her voice sounding like a banshee. Takuya had a feeling Kouji knew this would happen all along, and the vampire seemed quite pleased. Sometimes Takuya had to say that Kouji could be frightening.

The vines that held Kouichi suddenly withered and fell to the ground, like a pile of ash it all disappeared flying into the trees. For a split second Takuya saw what once had been the vampire, which now was a ghost. Like a flashback on the very essence of what was left of him. Kouichi's hair had been longer, looking very much like Kouji. Indeed if he had stayed like this before he died you would not be able to see any difference between them. His fangs must have disappeared when he became a ghost, for the soul did not keep these creature like appearances. He had wings on his back, black bat wings.

Yet this was not Kouichi's memory, it was Mimi's memory of the vampire she had fallen in love with, and therefrom promised herself she would receive. Yet her time was up, and rapidly the last of the petals fell from her head. Her face ashed, she became a pile of ash, a single gold seed landed on the top of the pile.

The darkness around Kouichi disappeared. The ghost stared at the pile of the dead flower and sighed. All the once pink petals had turned into brown crisps. Slowly he picked up the seed that was left, it would be a shame to let her rest at such a sorrowful place.

"I am sorry!" was all Kouichi had to say to the girl before he happily returned to the others.

The moon is an extraordinary sight when the mist lies thick above you. Now Kouji had taken the lead. Takuya, now without a horse, walked beside him. The brunette held the gold seed in his pocket, he wasn't sure why but he felt bad for the flower that had died. Kouichi felt the same, if not worst. The pain of the memories of girls he had haunted, sometimes it tried to tear him apart.

The ghost looked over at Izumi, one of hi earlier targets. Indeed he had haunted this female as well. It was incredible that she did not hate him. Yet Aquilas did not think like that, at least not the females. It was her father that hated him, not she. She simply felt bad for him. And she was far more understanding that he could have believed.

The other thing was, as soon as the flower Mimi had been vanquished, the mists and fog around the forest seemed to disappear. This did not have to mean anything, as they discovered by midnight, when they were still walking, that they had reached the end of the forest. They walked a little while longer before they set camp. Kouichi, like always, took the guard, this time being promised some extra help from the others. It was agreed that one by one they would have to accompany him if anything like this happened again. At least for some nights till Kouichi could relax again.

Izumi took the first guard. The two of them sat for an hour talking about old memories from the Aquila Mountain. Next Junpei kept him company, and he showed of with some rocky tricks he had learned up in the mountains. Kouji stayed up as well, and the two brothers talked the longest. Kouji wondered how his brother felt after all this. After all, Kouichi was a lot more sensitive then him.

Lastly it became Takuya's turn to keep watch. Kouji woke him up shaking him softly, murmuring something to his ear. Whatever he said it made the brunette blush furiously and hurry to get up, to let Kouji get some sleep as well. The brunette looked around, chuckling seeing Izumi hang upside down and stumbling over Junpei, not seeing him at all. Kouichi sat down by the fire, followed by Takuya. At first they were silent, Takuya still blushing to what Kouji had said. The brunette looked over at the sleeping vampire. Kouji looked so innocent and peaceful asleep, far from his usual self.

"He didn't look like that all the time!" Kouichi said sadly. Takuya turned to the ghost. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"When we were younger, I was always caught up in trouble from all kinds of weird corners of this world. Kouji was always there to help me. But I guess, that never allowed him to discover his own purpose and all he did was to fight. When I was a vampire, long ago, almost two hundred years back, I was not the best and I had a real weak spot for females. Not to mate, or anything like that, more like I liked the challenges of finding one, flirting with her and the mysteriously disappear. I loved to hurt them. You can see the consequences, some are still mad at me, ghost or not."

"What does mating mean?" Takuya asked.

Kouichi blushed. "Vampires don't marry each other like upon Earth. When a vampire decides to settle he takes a mate, like wife. There is a special ritual around the mating process and well... I think Kouji will eventually tell you all about it so I should not go on about the details. One day, you will find out."

Takuya sighed. He had a feeling Kouji would tell him about this one day and that it would be something that did not comply with him.

"Takuya... when we were back with the witches, right before we left them actually, Kouji told me about something which I still cannot understand. About you, not truly being human but something else. A dragon... Am I right, or am I wrong?"

Takuya sighed. "Daisuke gave me this scroll, it started to burn when I held it. I don't know why and I don't want anything to do with it really. But Daisuke said, something about me being a Dragon Lord and he bowed before me. But, I cannot be a dragon, I don't even have..."

"Wings?" Kouichi suggested. The ghost suddenly started to laugh. "Takuya, you've been in this world for a few weeks and you already believe to know everything. Trust me, you can live here for a million years and still not know a single thing. Nemorisa is as unpredictable as the weather on the coast. You think you know what will happen, and yet things comes and goes in another pace you thought you predicted. The easiest signs you can follow will be the small ones, not the instruments. Like farmers can find the signs upon the animals or the nature, we here find the small signs and follow those paths. Even the best sightseer may be wrong, most often they are wrong when they say something will happen at exactly at that time. What most people do is that they take clues before them, and that is particularly what all dragons do. Daisuke being a dragon of society has always believed in legends, yet don't believe a sightseer when she or he speaks of time. He kept that scroll for years testing it. So don't come say anything when you don't know what you are talking about."

"But..." Takuya started to protest, yet Kouichi hushed him.

"No buts. Takuya, a dragon doesn't have to show wings, not especially at your age. Most dragons grows wings when they are, at least six hundred years older then you. Daisuke may not look like it, but he is already 746 years old. His oldest cousin Taichi is over a thousand years old and has lead the dragon clan for decades. If you meet a young dragon you cannot set them apart from humans, except for one thing. Dragons can produce fire magic, humans can't. I cannot believe I didn't think about this earlier but now everything makes sense."

"It doesn't, it doesn't explain why a human becomes a dragon over a night."

Kouichi shook his head. "You did not listen properly. What Daisuke tried to say, what I am saying now. There is a dragon ancestor in your past that provided you with his blood. Dragon blood can dominate human blood easily once the truth is told and yet it brings out an even more dangerous topic. Dragons are far banded from mating humans, something in history went very wrong."

After this the ghost became quiet, deep in thoughts. Takuya did not understand and yet he did not like the sound of this. The facts about being a dragon scared him, and he had never been prepared for this. To his astonishment, all though he knew this happened on occasion, a small flame started to dance between his fingers. Shocked he jumped back, the flame jumping into the fire.

"You should really practice on controlling your magic. It will do us no good if you keep producing those kinds of flames." Kouichi pointed out.

"I really can't control them!" Takuya said staring at his hands. It has been like this, ever since I was a small boy. Fire has never hurt me."

"And yet you try to ignore that you are a dragon. Takuya, this proves more then one thing that you are born as a fire creature, as well as you are born in Harana."

"If I tried to go back to my old life, nothing would be the same knowing this. Kouichi, is there any way for me to learn how to control my fires? I don't want to hurt anyone, especially not Kouji. And I have a feeling he does not possess any powers to protect himself against fire, do he?" the human-dragon boy asked worriedly.

"No, he does not..." Kouichi said. "Kouji's strongest weakness happens to be fire, which perhaps will be your duty to protect him from fire. Light and Fire aren't the same thing, they are connected, as well as Darkness and Light are connected. They balance each other. Light does not exists without its burning fire, and fire would be no fire without light. The best for all the worlds, not only ours, would be if the ten elements worked together, yet that will probably be one of the hardest things to do. For back in time, where the Prophecies starts, four of the elements, or the ones who could bend them to their will, died. They never left any to inherit their powers."

"So, the worlds will fall. I have no idea really where we are heading or what our purpose is."

"Darkness hides in all shapes and figures." Kouichi said. "Ever since I became a ghost I have learned for these years that you cannot trust anyone, and yet you must. Sometimes it is better to trust just yourselves, and sometimes you know you can't."

Takuya sighed and yawned widely. It was growing late. Kouichi smiled.

"You should get some rest then. Make Junpei take the last hour, he needs to move around a lot before he can function properly. The very pain with bringing him along."

Takuya slowly nodded. "Just one more thing. All of you know how to use the old magic. Do you think I can learn as well, at least to control the fires I have?"

"I am sure, we can have a little test, if you are ready for it?" the floating ghost said. Takuya nodded. Kouichi smiled. The ghost, still sitting, floated so that he sat face to face with the brunette. Takuya was told to hold his hands together, as if he was praying.

"Think of a flower... It starts to bloom, it slowly opens... You can see it, yes, you must see it properly within your mind. Focus, think about it... Look at the color, see it before you... and now... the flower... it starts smoking... small whirls of smoke climbs up. The smoke thickens... you see a flame... it catches hold of the flower... it starts to burn... burn, yet it does not die yet..."

While Kouichi spoke Takuya truly concentrated and suddenly and unpredictable his body started to glow. When Kouichi started to talk about the burning flower something happened. His whole body caught fire, his hair flying yet nothing upon him or around him caught fire. Kouji woke up, with a start and to his horror and amazement he saw what was happening.

Kouichi finished. "You can open your eyes Takuya, you have mastered the first step."

Takuya truly did open his eyes. His eyes were no longer brown, but sky blue.

"What... how?" he started, the fires now slowly dying. He looked completely confused back at Kouichi who nodded.

"A flower represents your power, and the fire becomes the control. If you focus and don't let the fire consume the flower, you will master your powers without problem. I think you should crawl back to Kouji, and get some sleep. Seeing my brother woke up being frightened what was happening to you, you should really try to calm him down."

Takuya nodded and did what he was told. The brunette snuggled closer to his love, kissed him lightly before lying down. Kouji checked him from top to toe and noticing nothing seemed wrong he went back to sleep as well, yet this time he did not sleep as close as he usually did with him. The effect of the fire must have been frightful. Very frightful indeed.

Their journey continued, and the dessert landscape they had entered escaping the forest soon became a cold dessert landscape. Suddenly the snow lay thick on the ground, the falling snow pinching their cheeks. Izumi, walking with her wings folded close to her body coughed. Their hands and feet were numb.

"How far is it?" she asked . Most of them were fine, Kouji wasn't affected by weather, Takuya used his own, now slightly controllable fires to warm up, Junpei was made of rock and rocks adapts to the temperature as long as it doesn't happen in a flash. Izumi took it the hardest, so the friends tried to help her. Yet Aquilas were not used to snow, and she was not an exception.

Kouji suddenly transformed into a bat, flew some meters up the air and then returned. The vampire landed and said: "Just some few miles, keep it on. We are almost there!"

Izumi fell to her knees. "I don't know how much more I will be able to keep this up?" she said. Her hands were blue and her wings frozen. Junpei suddenly lifted her from the ground.

"I'll carry you, so let us hurry!" he said. Everyone nodded and took a few step forward and then...

WHAM!

They all fell down into a trap hole, thankfully not with more traps then a hard bottom. Voices could be heard from above, and to Takuya's horror weird hairy creatures appeared. Yetis!

Takuya looked in awe as white fury beasts spoke above them, probably discussing their dinners plans. Takuya considered lighting himself in his flames, which was the only controllable thing he could do with his magic so far, yet before he knew it he was out of the hole, bound by hands and feet, carried with a pole. He could not see what the Yetis were thinking... someone tied a piece of cloth before his eyes, and he saw no more. He could just hear the Yetis talking to each other, yet it was not dinner plans in their mind. It was something else. But he could not hear exactly what they said, and it made him worried. The next thing he would always keep in mind for the rest of his life was the cold snow that whirled around them, as they entered a city of technology, hidden in the middle of nowhere,

For years humans have searched for this place, in vain to be honest. For this city disappeared with all the culture, leaving a few traces left of its existence. The name, as we know of it is Atlantis... the name these Yetis call it, would be...

Sit Nalta... for the language spoken by these creatures, who are not really Yetis... is read from right to left, and not like most common languages, from left to right. "Sit" stands for Holy, and "Nalta" is their word for ice. The Holy Ice, the dream city for technology and knowledge... Sit Nalta, the home of the MistHimi culture...

Takuya blinked several times when he was allowed to see again. Indeed the sites before him were shocking, and yet beautiful. Everything was made of ice, and yet the air around them was warm. Around him stood people wearing white robes and looked almost identical to humans. Yet all of them did not wear shoes or any other kind of footwear. It was a special heat designed in their bodies that made them warm to any cold, and even if it sounded weird, all MistHimi liked the heat rather then the cold. They also liked the silence, which was why the city moved back to the cold glaciers of Nemorisa.

The five travelers had been placed in the center of a large open market. As he was looking around the others were released as well. Izumi made an attempt to fly upwards, but the guards untying them restrained her before she managed to lift. Not by force, more like catching her hand, shaking their heads. For some reason the girl obeyed at once. Kouji moved closer to Takuya... the vampire looked pale and he was hungry. Takuya simply wished there could be some kind of animal for him to feed on, like a bird or something, but there was no such thin in sight and he was pretty certain that if Kouji made on attempt to attack one of these they would be in big trouble.

Two of the MistHimi walked up to them, both wearing the same kind of white robe, looking like monks. One of them carried a bag, which seemed to contain medical plants. A Healer apparently. He was the tallest of them, and the oldest. The fellow y his side looked much younger, around 13-14 perhaps... brown untidy hair and he carried a bottle with him, which to Takuya's and Kouji's relief turned out to be nothing more or less then blood. Kouji took it, yet he did not drink it here. He had been here once before, and knew what these creatures thought of creatures like him.

The smallest boy said something in the ancient Ice-language to the older. The elder nodded.

"Words traveled for a long time, we were afraid you would never make it through the woods. I hope you did not have too may problems." the oldest boy said in normal language.

"Not that hard... we had some run in with this mad flower. But nothing worse."

The smaller boy sighed. The older spoke again. "We know all about her, and we are sorry, it was really our mistake. She is supposed to be asleep at this time of season, to be reborn next spring. She is a mistaken spell the witches once used for their agricultural plans, yet somehow they became her. They take care of her during the summer and spring, we put her to sleep during the autumns and winters."

Kouichi smiled. The ghost took the gold seed he had picked up, which he really had hoped to bury later in a more happier environment for the dead flower to rest, but if the MistHimi knew her then he did not want to stop her existence, if they knew how to make her live. The MistHimi (older) was mighty surprised when he received her seed in his hand.

"I take it that you knew her well. Was she really that desperate that she wanted to survive? Very well, perhaps we can grant her wish when the spring arrives and she will be reborn, like always."

The two MistHimi turned, the younger signaling for them to follow. The crowds around the ceased and they followed the two males to a small building with a big sign on top, written in a weird language.

The travelers all walked inside. They were invited to drink a cup of steaming hot tea, and some colorful biscuits. The elder spoke all the time, introducing him and his companion. The oldest's name was Jyou, the younger called himself Tomoki. Tomoki was a good friend to him, but due to an accident a few years ago he was now an orphan. Jyou ran the Healing House that based upon old herbal knowledge. But before they learned more about the house and about the MistHimi, a sudden call from the street (call for a Healer) Jyou had to hurry to do his duty. As if this wasn't enough, a voice no one had heard before talked to them, but not through air.

It came in their minds.

Who the hell are you? And what are you doing here?

Turquoise eyes glared at them, slowly turning red. Izumi was the first to notice, hoe her feet and her wings were suddenly trapped by this mysterious ice...

TBC

Ah, finally... done. Too ages... hope you enjoyed. Me, so tired... yawn... Good Night!

Shitza