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Matt was sitting on a stone. His hands kept playing and tugging at the white shirt he was wearing. The bright blue orbs were now swollen and filled with grief. The youth kept rubbing noisily at the tears damping his face mercilessly.
"It's a pleasant morning, a little chilly for my taste." Said a voice behind him.
Matt rubbed his eyes rapidly, and inhaled one deep breath. Izzy sat next to him, giving him little time to regain his composure.
"Stop the formalities, I'm your friend!" Izzy spat rather frustrated.
"But I'm the tough guy!" argued Matt with a glimmer of a smirk playing in his lips.
"Please…" Izzy gasped teasingly, "tell me, what's bothering you. I really won't believe it's the whole werewolf thing!" Izzy's black eyes seek for his own, absent iris.
"Of course it's the whole Werewolf thing!" Matt snarled angrily, avoiding the youth's gaze, "What else could it be?" the man challenged.
"I don't know, her?" Izzy threw rapidly, giving Matt little time to react.
"Who?" Matt spats speedily, turning his head abruptly to focus his shocked eyes into Izzy's prideful ones.
"You love her!" the youngest snapped, suddenly interested.
"So what if I do?" Matt snarled without attempting to deny her feelings.
"What do you mean by that? You are the hot guy! The womanizer!" Izzy was, by far, more startled than he had ever been.
"Yeah, yeah, all that is very nice. But she is a dragon, I'm a hum… a werewolf. It would NEVER work!" Matt gasped, feeling his breathing ragged and laboured.
"Oh, so it's that…" Izzy said with comprehension, "but Matt, laws were made to be broken!" the youth responded wisely.
"But nature wasn't made to be skipped. There is a male and a female of each being for some reason. I never really hoped Kari would be a werewolf, but somehow I was… wishing it deeply!" Matt was again on the verge of tears, which made him turn his face away from sight with shame.
"Look, if you really love her, fight for her! True, there are some rules, but there are also some exceptions." Izzy took a hold of Matt's shoulder and forced him to look at him.
"How? The same way you fought for Yolei?" Matt snarled.
Izzy recoiled, turning suddenly very pale. His black eyes widened with surprise.
"No…" the young red headed added in a soft whisper. "That was coward…"
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The young elf was mounting the horse with expertise. It was a rather pleasant imagery to see such a galliard youth standing straight and firm on the animal's back, legs pressing at the sides gently, yet with authority. The youth smiled at Yolei with gladness as he pulled the reins to stop the strong beast.
"How did you get cured so easily?" the woman asked with suspicion.
"Alchemists make wonders!" the man sighed, rubbing his previously injured leg.
"All right. Lets go get some rest, is there a hotel nearby?" Yolei asked looking around, and catching glimpses of various taberns and inns.
"A what?" Silven inquired staring at the woman as if she had suddenly started speaking Japanese.
"A hotel, you know, a place where you pay to get a room and sleep!" Yolei spat exasperated, staring at the elven youth as if he had suddenly turned stupid.
"Ah!" exclaimed Silven with comprehension dawning his features, "right, that's an inn!" the man said vividly. "There are a lot here, in Silvercreek, come on!" the youngster urged Yolei on, extending his hand to grip her own and aid her on the tall backs of the equine.
Yolei took the offered hand with a large smile. She marvelled at the slim elf's strength when he, without much effort, pulled her upwards like a feather. Instinctively the girl gripped the man's shoulder and leaned forwards. Silven gasped lightly when his eyes contacted with Yolei's and their breathings collided against each other's lips.
"You know? I might be human, but I don't think I'm that disgraceful!" the girl spat angrily, narrowing her eyebrows at the man.
"Oh, no, it's not that, it's just I… oh… well… never mind!" the elf sighed in his stutter, unable to form the correct words.
The girl noticed a faint tint of a blush creeping up the boy's cheeks. With a slight sigh, a flutter ran across her stomach, sending a pleasant warmth through her veins. With a swift kick, the mare started trotting lively across the streets, heading towards an inn where the two could rest.
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"There is just one double room, Yolei." Silven explained looking down, rather shamefully, once the girl had arrived from the stalls.
"Oh, fantastic!" Yolei growled angrily, throwing her arms up in exasperation.
"Hey, I'm not a bad companion!" Silven looked up, his face red with anger as he glanced at the girl, "I don't snore, or move, or anything!"
Words said, the elf stormed outside. Yolei stared at the retreating figure with a guilty expression playing on her features. She had, as most, been hitting the boy with all her nastier weapons, and the youth had been so gentle and sweet with her, even offering to show her a way to find Izzy. It was true the situation was hard for her, trapped in a strange world, separated of her friends. However, that didn't excuse her behaviour.
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Darkness had matured, and Silven's humour had cooled. He had felt so insulted, and all he was doing was treating the girl with the perfection of a queen. He knew he didn't have a chance, but her terrible words rigging in her ears were hurting him so deeply. The elf sighed, gripping the place where his heart was, and several humid tears dripped down from his eyes.
Taking several deep breaths, the youth made his way across the inn's door, walked upstairs, and penetrated the frontier of the room. As soon as he opened the thick, wooden door, he was welcomed by the warm dance of a flickering flame. His violet blue eyes widened considerably, at the vision that greeted him, and his elven lips parted in an expression of shock and awe. Something in his heart shook and flipped, making it beat faster.
A young woman was standing before him, a mage. Dressed in a white cloak with a hood placed delicately around her face. Leather boots, tight, ridding pants that accentuated her curves. Her hand extended, a ball of fire dancing in her palm, illuminating her features with the gentleness of its magic.
"Silven…" Yolei said with a gasp, closing her fingers around her palm, such that the ball of fire extinguished.
"Yolei I… you… er… well…" Silven's words rippled and ran across each other nervously, still staring at the girl, immersed in darkness.
"Silven, I'm so sorry!" Yolei rushed towards him and embraced him in a tight hug.
"It's ok, Yolei. It's ok!" cooed the elf calmly, patting the girl gently and pulling her away to examine her.
"I have been so cruel towards you, and you…" Yolei gasped in between sobs, her face moist with tears.
"Why are you crying?" Silven inquired calmly, almost wisely.
"Because I… I'm not sure but I think I am starting to see you as a friend." Yolei kept sobbing uncontrollably.
"But I am here, and I am your friend, then why are you crying?" the boy asked, his smile glimmering in the darkness.
"Because I feared loosing you, like I lost everything I love!" Yolei cried much harder now, and pounced against him, gripping him tightly.
Silven was pulled back, and his whole body stiffened. The implications those words had, were beyond comprehension. However, he kept gripping the girl tightly, comfortingly. He placed a feathery kiss on her forehead and kept hugging her.
A shadow was moving in the darkness below. Silven pushed away from Yolei abruptly, his elven ears catching the silent paces of someone sneaking. The elf rushed towards the window and looked at the street, hidden in the secure darkness of his room. A cloaked figure was walking around the street, moving silently, and glancing behind from time to time. Silven's eyes widened, and an alarmed gasp escaped his mouth.
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The three humans reached the coast by night. The city was an old, port village, full of fishermen cottages and rocking ships of all sizes sleeping in the swaying water.
"Isn't it too late to pick a ship? And what are we doing here?" Kari complained, looking around at the strange people roaming the place.
"No, it isn't too late. We must go see someone." Izzy explained hurriedly, responding to both questions.
Matt had remained very silent, glancing at the ground yet seeing nothing but the depths of his thoughts. Clear eyes looked up uninterestedly. Immediately the veil of darkness retreated, a sparkle glimmered brightly in the clear orbs, and a pleasant warmth filled him deeply.
To Be Continued…
AN: Ok, there goes another chapter. Sorry for the delay. I am not specially proud of this one, but I promise the next chapter will be much better.