Sanctuary

by Mauled2Death

Pushing onwards to see his fate through, TJ's journey continues in book two of Frequency: Sanctuary. In order to gather his remaining memories he and his companions strive to defeat some of the greatest Agasuras Jienda has ever seen to collect the pages of a magical tome named Memorius Sanctum. Yggdrasil finds itself in a race against time to complete the book or die trying.

7. GAL and TAD 1

God Ah's Larghissimo: Act I-Caritas

Everything was dark-the world felt far away, and the sounds within it even further. Just where was TJ, and what was he seeing? Peorth and Kooh had vanished, as did the guild room, and he had not the foggiest what was occurring, and as if in response to his soul-searching a bright flash of light brought him an answer. As his vision returned he found himself in the body of another person, and another place. That which he knew of the book was extremely limited-supposedly it contained memories of his past and future, but the places he had saw before him were nothing that he could recall. Was it truly his memory?

The sound of the ragged breathing of a young lady brought his reverie to an end as through her eyes he could see a gentle blue light descending from the sky. Her focus turned back to where she was headed, and from all around he could see what seemed to be something akin to a giant temple or some such place-perhaps as big as if not bigger than the entire city of Elias. To make things even stranger, it was an island in the middle of the sea, and she seemed to be frantically ascending it! Across grass-covered walkways and up a series of ladders, the young lady moved ever higher towards the pinnacle of the island, eventually reaching one last ladder with a sign and an arrow pointing upwards that read 'To Xenadia's Holy Place'. Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, she carefully made her way up the ladder to the top.

After climbing up a few short landings the young lady found herself before a tall tree that gave off an olive green aura-spheres of light fell from it silently. The entire place gave off an ambience that seemed to be similar to that of the Divine, and it was so far from everything else it was filled with a calming silence. Here it felt as if Humanity was closest to the gods. Like the guild room in Elias it was just the place that the two would be able to communicate. She knelt down before the tree and clasped her hands together as the blue wisp submerged itself in the tree-with a flash of light the tree changed from green to a snow white with a blue aura and spheres of the same colour falling from the branches and leaves.

"Thank you for gracing Xenadia with your presence, Lady Amae." The young lady said as she knelt down before the tree.

"I am glad to see you in good health Seres." A voice as gentle as a breeze and that almost seemed to borderline song spoke-leaving him in a faint daze. Though the young lady looked upon an enchanted tree, the feeling it gave off was divine in and of itself-so much so that TJ questioned exactly what it was, or rather who had inhabited the tree. It gave off the same feeling he did with the Order Frequency, along with the guild master-but much greater than he could. It dwarfed his very being, and left him in awe. "Please inform me on the current status of the war effort."

"Our efforts to combat Agasura King Asmodeus' army are progressing steadily," Seres explained to the goddess. The young lady remained knelt down before the mystical light of the tree at Xenadia's Holy Place. "To the day we still have acolytes that are making their way across Jienda in order to spread the word of your teachings, Lady Amae."

"You have my thanks, Messenger. I pray that their preparations are at a stage in which they can challenge him on even footing. If the current standing of the world is any indication, the time where Asmodeus will strike draws nearer by the day," Amae answered. TJ felt a pang in his chest at her words. "I know not what creations he plans to bring from the Dark World, but I can feel their corrupting influence even here. I can assure you, Humanity will not fight this battle alone, but I must insist that you do not neglect your practice. I cannot assure that we can both defeat our adversaries and protect Humanity from them."

"To know that you would lend us your aid even though we are underserving of it is wonderful news, my lady. I shall urge all of Xenadia forward as best I can. But there is something else that has become a greater concern of late my Lady." Seres knit her eyebrows as her eyes shuttered.

"Please, share your burdens with me."

She raised her head. "One of our messengers had informed that a faction that hails from the city of Atlantis has started a revolution against us-against our cause as a whole. They have completely rejected your teachings and have been spreading a creation of their own. Something that turns normal humans into ability-wielders, I believe they were named. Their presence was once harmless, but of late there have been reports the mana levels across Jienda have been dropping steadily while the number of ability users have been increasing." The messenger dug her fingers into the dirt as she bit her lip. "Even more so, many of your followers have lost their faith in you and sought ways to become ability-wielders. Our presence amidst the people is fading, and at such a crucial hour." She lowers her head. "Forgive me for my failings."

"You need not apologize Messenger. You have done all that you can for this cause and your efforts have borne fruit. I ask that you pay little heed to this and continue to see your mission through as you have up to this point."

"I will not fail you, Lady Amae."

"I place my faith in you Messenger. Alas, I must go, but I pray that we shall meet again before we must challenge Asmodeus. Until then, I wish you well."

"Thank you, Lady Amae." Seres bowed once more as the mystical blue faded from the tree and it returned to its natural colour.

TJ's consciousness separated from Seres and seemed to enter that of the sphere of light as it ascended to the sky. He knew little of the inner workings of Memorius Sanctum, but it seemed to not only chronicle his memories, but the events, emotions and experiences of others that he did not know. Just who were Amae and Seres, and why did Memorius Sanctum chronicle their memories? If their talk was any indication, it must have been during the time of the Agasuric War, but according to Peorth that was around the time of her ancestors. Was it possible that the heirloom explored the memories of someone from her lineage?

The sphere of light that was Amae rose skyward before coming to a brief halt high above the clouds. Amae was not unaware of the rapid rise in technology from the city of Atlantis-at one point they had considered how they could utilize it to do battle with the Agasura, but after a myriad of casualties they had changed tactics. All by the hands of one man, a new breed of Humans started cropping up with a series of abilities that were oddly akin to the Magus and Warriors who had mastered the technique that she had attempted to pass on to Humanity as a whole. Those who had learned it were far and few between-it was no small feat for anyone to do such a thing, but with such difficulty came great responsibility. Those who learned the art tapped into a power that was only available to the gods, and those who followed in Amae's wake-in other words, the Cerebians. Angelic creatures born for the sole purpose of putting a stop to Asmodeus, and protecting Humanity from his onslaught. In her absence, she had seven of them scattered across Jienda to monitor the going-ons.

Though unlike God Ah, she was neither omniscient nor omnipotent, but prior to Asmodeus taking the first step in initiating Ragnarok ahead of its time, she could easily look over Midgard. By his influence the world was put under a perpetual night and has since remained as such-his minions had grown stronger since, and Humanity had remained locked in battle with them for months. Asmodeus himself had gone into self-exile to one of the other worlds to make his final preparations, after declaring his intentions to God Ah and Amae herself. The goddess sighed gently. It was his duty, but not his time-despite her best efforts, she could not stop him, and that left her only one option: to defeat him on the field of battle and put a stop to the war...but at what cost?

She turned her focus in the direction of Atlantis and in a matter of moments shot towards it at incredible speeds. Though there were seven Cerebians, only six of them came to Midgard. The seventh was still upon Asgard-the only Cerebian born of her very own lifeblood, and the only one who had a direct link to the goddess. Her daughter Leigha. The sole Cerebian acted as the leader for the other six, and would be fighting side-by-side with their goddess when the time came for them to wage war against Asmodeus.

As she neared the futuristic city she came to a halt and shot down towards the earth-the sphere of light came to an abrupt halt right above the ground and spun around quickly before growing into the size and shape of an average human female. As the light began to fade, her features came into view-her eyes were a dark brown and her hair a darker shade of it. She now wore a desert cloak, gladiator sandals and a dress that covered the entirety of her body.

She made her way down the paved road into a city with massive towers that reached up to the heavens and bright lights in every window. Gigantic poles poured light down upon the streets as people bustled here and there-unlike many of the other cities they were hardly perturbed by the state of events and proceeded as if little had changed. Despite bathing in the light of the lanterns, Amae had felt no warmth from them, and the effect was rather disheartening. As she placed a hand to her chest and looked up to it, the sound of someone calling out to her woke her from her reverie.

"My lady! I could sense your presence approaching! Forgive my lateness!" A young man ran towards her before he came to a sudden halt and knelt down before her, a single fist to his chest. "Keruz Revai, at your service." He was a dignified young man with bronzed skin and long black hair in a blown back style. He had muted grey eyes with a serious look. He wore a thick silver coat and baggy black pants along with sneakers-clothes that were sold in Atlantis. Upon his hands were brass knuckles, but they were a disguise too-his weapon became a gauntlet that covered his whole arm when he entered combat. "To what do I owe the grace of your presence?" She gestured for him to stand and he did so without a moment of hesitation. She looked over him before smiling slightly-at the sight his face flushed and his eyes opened before he rubbed the back of his neck. "I-if you stare so much your holiness, even I will become flustered."

Her smile grew even wider. Though Leigha was her daughter, she considered all of the Cerebians to be her children. Though they were battle-bred warriors, she swore to herself that she would protect both them, and humanity. Perhaps when the war had ended, the two could learn to live in unison. Looking upon Revai now, he had began to fit in their society with ease under the guise that he was a Cerebian hidden in plain sight. "Revai, I would like to hear what knowledge you have gleaned since my last visit to the city. I am concerned with Humanity's current status and their mastery over Frequency."

At those words TJ's thought process came to a halt and he woke from the daze he had been in since this had begun. He was seeing the world through the eyes of a goddess and those were her Saints! At what point in time was this? The feelings he had experienced and some of the knowledge that flowed through him now were Amae's also-he saw the world through her eyes, experienced what she did and Memorius Sanctum was chronicling her memories. If she created the Cerebians and was to challenge Asmodeus, then that meant she was God Ah's Left Hand. The Abellan felt a shock like nothing before. What about the Frequency? To think that it had existed in this time-and if what he heard was true, all of Humanity was able to use it. So what had happened that had caused them to lose their ability to do so? Why could they only use SP skills in the current time?

"This information may come as displeasing to you, my lady." The Keruz lowered his head and closed his eyes. "As you recall, the Humans of Atlantis have found a way to create a secondary power-or rather as they call them the 'ability wielders'. Of late their campaign has promised to give power to combat the Agasura-a power that the gods have denied the 'everyday man'." He grit his teeth and furrowed his brows. "Forgive my language but this is nothing more than lies and slander! For them to tarnish your good name is unforgivable!"

She took his hand and offered him a gentle smile. "Do not let their mistakes be reason for you to make such a face. I wish to see all of my children smiling in harmony." He let out a gentle huff with a smile before he nodded. "If I recall correctly, you had once informed me a man by the name of Artemis Kimara was responsible for the birth of the ability-wielders correct? If there is one such location where this takes place, perhaps you could take me to it?"

"Your wish is my command, my lady." He bowed down to her and she waved a finger at him.

"You must not forget, Revai, that we are to remain disguised. Not just in image, but our actions also." She smiled proudly. "I have studied much of the Human culture, and I believe that I am quite proficient at it. Come, today I shall have you be my escort." She wrapped her arms around his and gave him a confident nod. "Let us go. For you to be too formal would simply draw attention."

"I-is this appropriate, my lady?" He knit his eyebrows.

"I deem it to be so."

If TJ could feel his own body he would be sweating profusely. It was hard to imagine that the Cerebian goddess was so playful, but there was no denying that her actions were entirely understandable. It seemed she too, like his guild master was adamant on keeping the existence of the Cerebians a secret from Humanity. For generations they had kept this well hidden, and eventually became a part of their community-even so, there were still a myriad of questions TJ was yet to have an answer to.

As the two walked through the streets Revai eyed the passerby with caution but despite his apprehension hardly any looked their way. This left TJ surprised also, because of Amae's garb, and less so her existence as a goddess. She looked like the travellers from Elfa in his time-though the two cities were not far apart, so perhaps visitors from it were not as scarce. Even so, he was hard-pressed to believe that the city of Atlantis was as of yet to be sunken. According to Curt, it was because of this very event-did that mean TJ would see it happen first-hand? The idea created a sense of unease within him.

"I feel that it would be in your best interest if I warned you first, my lady. I doubt that you have forgotten, but the original incarnation of Kimara's creation harvested mana in the area and used it to create the ability-wielders. Since that would not suffice, he had his workers scattered across the continent to gather mana in places that were abound with it." Revai explained before he grit his teeth. "When the amount could not meet the desire of the masses, he had taken one last step to ensure just that. He...began to cut down the seeds of Yggdrasil that we had spread. Many of the crops have fallen to their hands, and for it Midgard is suffering, as are we. Had it not been for the Heart of Yggdrasil, we would hardly be able to sustain our abilities, along with providing mana for Midgard." The Keruz turned his head towards a massive clock tower at the heart of the city. "It will not be long before their next demonstration. I would suggest we attend so that you may see for yourself the result of their actions."

"Perhaps you are correct, Revai. It seems that this was a fault of my own, to have underestimated Kimara and his influence," Amae remarked.

He shook his head gently. "You were not wrong in your decisions. As you had informed us, it was God Ah's desire that we do not interfere. In doing so, should Humanity create new possibilities for itself, it is their decision what path they follow. Where they shall find light, is a choice of their own. Just as we take solace in your presence and what you give to us, so may they. You need only shine on, my lady."

The goddess smiled. "You have grown so much in such a short time Revai. I am very proud of you."

He scratched his cheek gently. "I only share in my understanding of your teachings, my lady."

After a brief walk the two came to a towering silver building, inlaid with a series of windows from top to bottom-hose at the lowest point were much wider but were also blocked by curtains. A pair of glass doors welcomed visitors, and as one would expect it was crowded. There were a couple of men who stood at the door trying to hold back the bustling crowd who clamored at the idea of becoming the next ability-wielder. Some were so adamant that they waved bills and cried for Kimara to come out.

Amae gasped, "This is..."

Revai nodded grimly. "This is how it is on a regular basis. Most do not know what darkness they have bought their way into...alas, there is little we can say or do to sway those who have made their mind. In a matter of minutes Kimara himself will come." He shook his head. "They treat the man like a god among men. To think that this is what had become of so many people...it beggars belief."

Shortly after the doors swung open and lead by two more men was a lanky man with dark chestnut hair combed back-his features were sharp and his eyes a deep sea green. He wore a long white lab coat and a pair of olive green pants atop a pair of black shoes. He wore a pair of rectangular-framed glasses and pushed them up the bridge of his nose as he prepared to greet the Atlantian community.

"Welcome my adoring citizens, to Kimara Research Laboratory! I thank you for your constant patience and time for coming to visit this...humble facility." Kimara's voice was oddly...sleek, yet seemed to straddle the line between sanity and madness. In that regard, he and Choen Palm were not very far apart, but she had an oddly violent or bloodthirsty tone at points, and his was more cunning. "I am positive you can hardly wait to have your chance at becoming the next glorious ability-wielder, so without further ado, we shall begin the demonstration! My receptionist shall be giving out numbers, so please see her following the demonstration."

At those words Kimara walked back into the Laboratory as he gestured for the men on security to let people in and they did so, albeit a small amount at a time. Each of them wore black coats over dark blue pants and carried weapons of the sort that could be seen in modern times-swords and shields, two-handed swords, knuckles and clubs, everything.

"Shall we?" Revai asked, to which the goddess nodded solemnly.

They walked inside and through Amae's eyes TJ could see the Laboratory as it was in the past-it was almost incredible at how primitive it was in comparison to the modern version. Despite that, though, it was still relatively futuristic. A series of screens that showed videos of countless people lined one of the walls, each talking about their experience after becoming ability-wielders; some of them even advertised SP potions and where to find them, while others talked about ability-wielders and what they could do. As if that was not enough, there was all sorts of propaganda in posters that actively slandered the gods for their decisions. TJ felt both apprehension of his own, along with that of Amae's as she examined the area herself. The wall opposite of the corridor had all sorts of awards and accolades for Kimara's accomplishments, along with pictures of the employees and the deeds they may have accomplished.

They entered a pair of double doors that lead to a massive towering room, but it was not that, that caught TJ's attention-it was the towering machine within. Stairwells that swirled around the room with a myriad of landings that allowed the workers to reach and perform maintenance on the machine drew his attention for a spell; as they walked ever closer to a series of seats laid out before the spectacle, Amae looked upon the workers scattered at varying heights around the abomination of metal with shock. The walls were black like the present Kimara, but it lacked the odd floating texts, and the sky-high multi-coloured cords did not serve as a means to ascend the place, but rather were a part of the machine itself.

"Do you see that, my lady?" Revai asked as he pointed to one of the highest points in the Laboratory. At the sight, she knit her eyebrows-TJ would if he could also. What he pointed to was an eerie green glow within a glass case that was connected to the machine-at closer inspection, roots of one of the seeds of Yggdrasil could be seen within. The goddess' heart sunk at the sight. "It is that, that creates the ability-wielders." One of the security guards gestured for them to proceed and take a seat so they did so at the far back. "I had heard that once the mana being exhausted from extraction is depleted, they grind up the roots to make potions from them."

"You...did not have to use force to acquire this information, did you Revai?" She asked with a worried expression. Was that normal for him?

"N-no, of course not!"

"Now then! To show that this is no farce, I would like to take a member from our wonderful audience today to be our demonstrator for the day. Which of you aspiring adventurers would like to become an ability-wielder?" Kimara asked the crowd with a sweep of his hand. There was something about him that gave TJ the heebie-jeebies, and he did not like the man one bit.

As if in spite of his thoughts hands shot up rapidly as did some people desperate to be picked from the crowd. The security guards immediately tried to get the situation under control while Kimara swept over the crowd with his eyes-a look that seemed to see cattle to fulfill his ambitions. He pointed to a young man in the crowd. "You...yes, you shall do just fine." A single adventurer with spiked hair and adventurer's gear that seemed rather out of place for an Atlantian rose to his feet with a fist-pump before making his way to Kimara and his machine at the dismay of all of the other visitors. The scientist inspected him before he gave an approving nod and snapped his fingers. Three men in lab coats immediately hurried down the stairs and began making preparations for the transformation. One of the three opened the glass case at the base of the machine while another ushered the young man into it. While the two strapped him into a strange harness and attached all sorts of cords to his body, the other stood at a console and rapidly pressed a series of keys. "Now as you can see, this is your common, everyday adventurer. I have hand-picked him from all the visitors before your very eyes, and in the following moments he will be transformed!"

One of the scientists seemed to ask him something to which he responded with a grin and a thumbs-up. He relayed it to his companion on the console who nodded solemnly and input a bit more information while the two closed the window. "We are ready to begin Doctor," He said.

"Then let us do so."

As Kimara walked away and took his place at one side of the machine, the others did so also as it came to life-a series of lights flickered on as they ascended ever higher. A powerful glow was emanated from each and every cord as a blinding light emanated from where the roots were located. The crowd watched in awe as water filled the tank and submerged the adventurer in it, his eyes closed as if he was put to sleep. After he was completely submerged in it, his body moved with a jolt as if it was shocked a couple of times before a blinding green light filled the tank and caused many to avert their eyes. Once it faded, the water subsided and a powerful gust dried off the adventurer. Jets of mist filled the machine for a brief few moments, and once they began to dissipate the scientists approached. The first of the three went to the console and input a series of commands, opening the hatch and allowing the others to release the young man from his bindings. Once free they helped him to his feet and allowed him to exit on his own to stand before an awe-struck crowd.

"How do you feel young man?" Kimara asked as he returned his weapon to him.

"Feel? I feel great! Powerful even!" He excitedly said as he clenched his fists a couple of times.

"Good, good, as you should. Now then gentlemen, if you would be so kind?" One of the scientists approached and whispered into his ear while another handed him a piece of paper. The third ran through a pair of doors at the far end of the room and returned with a straw training dummy. "We'd like you to display your newfound abilities for everyone."

He unsheathed his blade before he balanced it over his shoulder. "That all? You got it!" He took his two-handed sword in both hands before he prepared a strike. He leapt at the dummy as he shouted, "Shock Wave!" Though the blade itself did not reach the object, it created a wave of violet energy that travelled across the ground a short distance and pierced the dummy. "One more!" He did a flip and brought his blade down on it. "Meteor Wave!" As if the weapon rended the very air before it and caused it to combust, flames rose in its wake and set the dummy aflame. He turned to Kimara with a grin. "How was that?"

The crowd was in a frenzy of elation. Alike to prior the arrival of Kimara, hands shot-up, bills in hand and cries of excitement followed suit. Those who had already seen it were not as enthusiastic, but still showed some signs of excitement, while Amae looked on with shock and disbelief.

"I had a feeling by that alone, you would be well aware of what effect it had my lady," Revai muttered grimly.

The goddess closed her eyes slowly. "I can hardly even detect his presence anymore...the mana within that young man has almost entirely ceased to be. It as if the connection between us has been completely severed." She clasped her hands together as she looked over the crowd before her. "What kind of monstrosity has this man created?"

"I know not either, but he has lead many to believe that this will be the means in which to turn the tides of war. I believe this mummer's farce must meet a swift, deft end along with the fool who initiated it." He let out a gentle sigh. "Even so, my loyalty to you will never be overshadowed by foolish or unseemly desires. Allow me to see you out. Such a place is ill-suited for you."

"I am in your care once more Revai."

The guards escorted those who came for the demonstration out of the laboratory and those who wished to undergo the transformation to the receptionist's desk in another hall. Amae and Revai made their way out of the facility and down the streets of Atlantis towards the outskirts of the city.

"Forgive me for taking up your time Revai, but this short journey has proved to be of great import," Amae said. She wore a stoic expression, but TJ could feel the concern she had withheld.

"It is nothing you need to thank me for. I am but a humble servant of yours." He said as he bowed to her. "If you have need of me, please, contact me at any time and I shall be by your side with the utmost haste."

"I shall do so. For the time being, I would like for you to continue to monitor the activity in Atlantis City until we meet again. Should you find any signs that Asmodeus is approaching, I wish you to engage him. I and Leigha's Keruz will be with you anon."

"Your wish is my command, your grace."

She smiled gently. "Be safe Revai. I shall go to visit Dolce in Elifius. Until we meet again." She outstretched both her arms and turned to a sphere of light before shooting towards the sky-the young man solemnly waved back as she faded amidst the clouds.

Amae soared over the various cities of the past, now nothing but mere villages or towns. As TJ saw glimpses of the places he knew now, he came to realize much of Jienda had changed in that time-many of the roads had not even dirt trails for travellers to follow, Cherry Lake did not have the fortress that he and his allies once traversed and Aoich was not split into two different districts. Even Yong Gyong was a shadow of its current self, but the Red Crop Field still remained vast, and a land for harvesting. Amae came to an eventual halt near one of the cities, and if he was to hazard a guess it would have to be the past Elias, at the time named Elifius. Though she descended close to one of the entrances, she came to a brief halt and moved towards one of the city's walls-as she neared a waving figure came into view.

The goddess touched down and TJ got a closer look at the figure he assumed to be Dolce. A young lady with silver hair in two braided side loops with deep violet eyes curtsied to the goddess. She wore a black blouse with white trumpet sleeves over a crimson calf-length skirt. She also wore a pair of black cloth shoes with a flower damask, silver bangles and matching hoop earrings. "It is a pleasure to see you healthy and hale my lady. I take it you recently visited Revai? I could sense your presence coming from the direction of Atlantis." Dolce said as she opened her half-shuttered eyes and smiled. It was not until she placed her hands atop each other that TJ noticed the conductor's baton that was kept safe through a leather strap that hung around her waist. That, and the loaf of bread she held in her hand.

"As am I, Dolce. You have my thanks for your guidance. As I would expect of you, your senses are in tune with the Heart of Yggdrasil magnificently." Amae answered as she beamed. She chuckled gently shortly afterwards. "Nevertheless, you are insouciant in other matters as always." Of the eight, Dolce was one of the most capable but also one of the most carefree in other matters.

Her eyes opened wide in surprise for a moment, but she closed them and smiled as she held the bread to her cheek. "Indeed! I have come to know Elifius both inside and out, and have taken quite a liking to the local cuisine. The honeyed milk bread has quickly become preferential to all else. Would you like to taste it, Your Grace?" She held out the loaf to her.

"No, but thank you for the offer." By the grace of God Ah Amae had no need to eat, but she wanted the Cerebians to be a little more Human-in that they could experience many of the things they do, both good and bad and come to understand them on equal terms. They would feel what they feel, eat and drink, face conflicts and learn admiration, and someday reproduce also. Though for the time being, they were nothing more than a small group, she knew it would not suffice to keep back Asmodeus' impending army. In time she would need to give life to many more, but the experiences of those who came before would become that of those who come after, and in doing so their resolve would carry them through their duty. For the sake of peace, and to put a stop to her only and beloved sibling, she would do what must be done no matter how difficult it was for her. "Alas, I am concerned with the state of affairs in Elifius. You had told me that they, among many others had stayed true to our cause and continued to do so prior. Have there been any noteworthy changes at all?"

Dolce placed a finger to her face as she mulled it over for a few moments. "I would not say there was a dramatic change in the city's affairs, but I must confess there is some grim news." Amae had a fair idea of what that would be. "A man from Atlantis and his men once visited to treaty with the king, and it seems they had come to a settlement. That man and his men had taken Elifius' sapling-from what I had gathered, they did so in turn for coin. To fund their weapons, armour, and cost for training soldiers along with food and drink for said soldiers, they would need immense amounts of it." The Keruz took the goddess' hand and lead her into the city as she continued her explanation. "I do confess, that it is quite the disenchanting scenario, but human culture is one where in order for progress to be made, sacrifices must be made in turn."

As they walked TJ could see the Elias of the past-cobblestone streets and small shops with signboards hanging from them. There were people in the streets who hawked the wares of the store and attempted to bring customers in. Further along there were a series of stalls set up like a bazaar, that was reminiscent of the weekends in the city. Rather than adventurers though, it was businessmen and actual shopkeepers selling all sorts of items from weapons and armour to potions, accessories and baubles. Unlike Atlantis, both the city itself and the people who inhabited had neither the futuristic technology nor the fashion sense that accompanied it. At times it was difficult to tell just that because there was a myriad of adventurers that lined the streets.

"Is that so?" Amae was indeed listening, but the way she looked around said that there was something else on her mind. Was there something about Elifius that bothered her to such a degree? Or perhaps was it the scenario itself that weighed so heavily on her conscience?

"Indeed. Spirituality is often outweighed by coin-alas, spirituality cannot buy weapons nor mercenaries to fight for their cause. On that note, there is something of a concern that I have."

The goddess turned to face the Keruz with a raised eyebrow. "That would be...?"

"Mercenaries. Naturally, they would seek out places where they might find work. There is no doubt in mind the first place they would go to is Elifius. Have you noticed how much the city bustles in such a time?"

"She nodded slightly. "Yes, in comparison to my previous visits there seems to be an even greater abundance of adventurers in this city. Though if there are this many here, that could only mean..."

Dolce nodded and closed her eyes. "That's right. The smaller villages and towns will suffer because the adventurers that hail from there have come here seeking payment and glory. Perhaps it is not as negative as I may paint it out to be, but the fact still stands tall." The two broke away from the crowded market and came to a halt outside a massive wall of stone with a tiled top similar to that of a rooftop. "Keeping that in mind, I believe it would be in our best interest if we came to a decision. In total, there is nine of us. If I may, Your Grace, I suggest that you station each of us in the general vicinity of the towns and villages across Midgard. Though together we may be able to defeat Asmodeus with much greater ease, I cannot help but fear that Humanity will suffer many casualties in the process. A war won with excessive bloodshed is not a war that is won-it is nothing more than a bloody battle. Though our indentities may be given away upon our taking up the defense of Humanity, I will personally take it upon myself to clear the memories of any who have seen us throughout those battles."

Amae listened to Dolce speak calmly and quietly, and once she had finished her suggestion the goddess smiled. If it was her, it was not impossible that she would be able to perform one such feat. Despite Amae's abilities though, the Keruz had been thinking of counter strategies in order to protect Humanity despite the lack of their numbers. They were very kind despite their youth-the Cerebians that would follow in their footsteps would be even more so. She placed her hands to the cheek of the Keruz and the young girl's rosy cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. "You need not worry for the sake of the other civilizations my precious child. I will be sure to protect them. I would not like to seperate you from your siblings-I have not a doubt in my mind Leigha has in mind something for all of you to do in order to defeat Asmodeus, and he will be the largest threat to all of Midgard. If they lack warriors, I shall provide them, and if they are wounded there will be those to tend to them. Your duty is to protect yourself, and the comrades that fight alongside you. Let me worry for the others. Now then, I would like to see the progress of those who have mastered our art."

"It would be my pleasure, Your Grace."

Dolce removed her baton from her sash and with a wave held it above their heads. A sphere of light surrounded them and once it vanished, they did also.

"Let us proceed with caution and guile, My Lady. Though we are not easily visible to the naked eye, we can still be discovered by those who are discerning enough or who know how to disable illusory magic." Dolce looked up to the eaves of the castle that towered in the heart of Elifius and turned on the balls of her heels with her baton before waving it with a flick of her wrist. At her command the winds surrounded the two and carried them up towards it before letting them off. "Down there are some of the palace's own warriors. Supposedly they are some of the finest the kingdom has seen in some time. That man down there, their instructor supposedly fought Agasura from all around the continent and became a renowned figure among adventurers and mercenaries alike." As Dolce explained the courtyard behind the castle had warriors in formation, all practicing their swordplay. There was an archery range, practice dummies and even an obstacle course a fair distance from the castle itself. "What you see now is nothing more than practice equipment-what they will be wearing during the battle is held within the castle." She turned her focus away to another location within the castle grounds. "I can sense Mages nearby. I shall show you to them."

At her command the winds surrounded them again and they drifted over trees and gardens towards a small barren area with a group of seven people. The two touched down nearby and watched in brief silence as one of the six robed figures raised his staff in the air as he sung. He opened his eyes and pulled the weapon back as he held a hand out, and the ground near the instructor shuddered before the earth rose up violently-the instructor, also robed but in Xenadia's colours-black, green and silver. Those who were of Xenadia but also acted as messengers for the goddess' cause had her insignia inscribed upon their outfit, as he did where his heart was located. An eye surrounded by a sunburst.

Amae gave an approving nod at the sight and Dolce grinned. "It seems that Humanity had mastered your art through an imitation of your song that they had given the name 'incantation'. I have come to the understanding that it is not just through knowing the song that they can give it shape, but also in hearing your own-many of those that have come to learn the song have not mastered Frequency." Dolce's explanation brought TJ's thought process to a grinding halt.

That name-there was no doubt that she was talking about the very same thing he had in mind. But even so, the mention of it still left him in disbelief. The song was their means in order to master it, but what song did they speak of, and how exactly did they use it to tap into the Frequency? Was it really not something that was unique to him? If so, how did it come to be and how did he use it in the current day?

"Even so, it is not just the members of the kingdom of Elifius who have come to get a hold on this power. As you can see, there are members of a myriad of different races and tribes that have come together to heed the king's calling and learn from one of Xenadia's finest."

As she had said, though TJ could not see their faces from behind, the fact that there was a child among them caught his attention. With a wand in hand, she stood tall among a group of four adults, one teenager and a young adult. Amae's heart ached at the sight, but any and all capable warriors were likely to be inducted into an army-those who could learn Frequency were even more valuable. Though human lives were short-lived, she could not bear to see those that had hardly even begun come to an abrupt end due to the gods. Kera would likely have felt the same way.

"I know not what plans they have for them currently, but I will continue to watch them over the coming days, up until Asmodeus decides to wage war against us." The young girl turned in their direction, potentially because she heard the Keruz' whispering and this gave Dolce a start. "We may have been detected, My Lady. I recommend a prompt and hasty retreat!" With a wave of her baton, a powerful gust of wind surrounded them and lashed out in the general vicinity before they took off and landed back before the castle's gates. "This was nothing more than a small glimpse of the events that have conspired of late. If you would like to see more, I can gain access to the castle Your Grace."

Amae shook her head gently. "There is no need for such actions Dolce. What you have shown me thus far is more than enough. For the time being, please continue to survey the ongoing situation here. There is one more place I must visit before I return to Asgard." She explained before she smiled at the Keruz. "As for the use of the seeds of Yggdrasil here, I have no qualms with it...and none with what Kimara has chosen to do either. It is Humanity's decision, but be it weapons, abilities or potions, I pray that they can protect Midgard with it. The path they follow, following the defeat of Asmodeus is one they must decide for themselves."

As the goddess closed her eyes to survey the air for any nearby humans, Dolce smiled gently in turn. "As you wish, Your Grace." As she curtsied once more she winked. "Though I am in no place to do so, may I burden you with a request?"

"You may. What do you wish for Dolce?"

Her smiled widened into a grin. "Please ask Leigha to pay us a visit. I am positive that she will come to love Elifius-especially the confectionary they call 'cake'."

"It shall be done. Be well Dolce, we shall meet again anon."

The Keruz curtsied once more before she waved the goddess off. "My thanks! Safe travels, Your Grace!"

Despite the lack of their king, the Agasura that inhabited Midgard still persisted in attacking Humans wherever they were. Amae had considered having her Cerebians take flight and take the fight to them, but it was Leigha who suggested that they hold out until Asmodeus himself appears. Though the Agasura were not as strong as those to come, those untrained and those who were veterans needed all the opportunities that they could get in order to hone their blades in preparation for the upcoming war. Going by the knowledge gathered by her Keruz, she had come to realize that Humanity would take any able-bodied person to join in their fight, and they needed all the help that they could get. In that amount\ of time, Amae could prepare herself-creating eight Cerebians was a small feat for the goddess. Creating an entire colony would be a matter in and of itself. In that time the Cerebians would have to gather as much information as they possibly could for their brothers and sisters who would follow after them. As for Amae, she had a mission of her own to see through.

Amae touched down on the outskirts of the city of Elfahdera and made her way to one of the entrances. If TJ was to hazard a guess, assuming by the geography and name of the city it was a past Elfa-like a jewel hidden amidst the desert sands. Unlike the current and massive bustling city of Elfa, it was a small village not too far from the ocean, with buildings still under construction and much smaller and less grandeur than those that filled the city in his time. There were no tall domes or massive arches, and the city was not as colourful as it was. The ground was stone and cracked, and the buildings were worn down from being buffeted by sand but the city still seemed to see some prosperity in the face of hardship.

A pair of guards in chainmail armour stood tall with spears in hand as she walked by and waved to them. Through the visors of one of their helmets TJ stole a glance at them as they looked back at the goddess, but it did not seem to be one of caution nor apprehension. As she made her way through the dusty village TJ saw very few people, save for the merchants who hawked their wares at small stalls, only few passerby lined the streets-adventurers, a couple of children and some elderly citizens. The Abellan felt a bit nostalgic as he caught passing glimpses of vendors in the street and others that set up a carpet or tarp and sold their wares there. The Desert village did not seem to have a market specifically, but did have a sort of bazaar, with a few people, some travellers, selling a variety of wares from the other cities and trading in all sorts of currencies while speaking in tongues that he had never heard of; the sight of shops with signs that hawked their wares thankfully, were universal. Unlike Elifius, there were far fewer buildings for shopping, so it was possible that to have a stall or even a tarp was not just something that was more common among adventurers.

TJ could not help but wonder if all the others gone to join the fight. The goddess continued on to a store with a wooden sign hanging from it that featured a suit of armour and she entered without a moment of hesitation. This startled the Abellan-what was Amae looking for in an armour store?! Was she looking to equip the Cerebians or outfit herself? Either thought seemed rather incredulous, but there was no denying she was here, and he awaited in bated breath to find out why.

"Ezra? Are you not present? Kera?" The goddess shouted to the silent store. The door was unlocked, but it was not unusual for the two. Nevertheless, despite her calling out to them she could sense the presence of neither. She considered searching the back, where Kera's room was located but a single wall or a second would not impede her senses.

Amae exited the store before she did a quick sweep of the streets within her line of sight. A myriad of presences were within the walls of the temple, and though mixed amidst the others she felt positive that the young girl was within. She made her way towards it and paused for a couple moments as she reached out to one of the doors' handles-the sound of music came clearly through to her and she smiled gently. It was the sound of Kera playing her instrument while singing hymns with all the children. Even in her absence, it seemed there was nary a time where the young girl did not strive to further hone her skills. As the song came to a close Amae slowly opened the door and the light of the day shone in as she stepped inside to a group of faces that looked on in surprise.

The eldest of them placed her instrument down and held her hands out as the children flocked behind her for cover-she wore a stern expression and her body remained unmoving as the door closed back and Amae's figure became visible. She removed her hood and relief washed over the young musician's face as she ushered the children to come from hiding.

"Thank the gods...you had startled me Nomad." The young girl said as she sat back down and smiled. Going by Amae's thoughts and memories, the girl that looked over the children was indeed Kera. She had a similar skin tone to TJ, her night black hair tied in a fountain-style ponytail and deep brown eyes. Despite her small build, her body was well toned-she wore a simple light brown t-shirt, a pair of hide shorts and a pair of tan sandals. TJ could not help but wonder how she got so fit-perhaps she was an armour smith also? Next to her was the unusual instrument that she seemed to be playing up until a few moments ago. Though unsure if it were true, his memories said it was called a chordophone? Or a lute?

The children all flocked around her while they called to her using that moniker-she smiled and greeted each one of them by name as she gave them high-fives and swayed with them as they took her hands.

Kera clapped her hands. "Okay everyone, leave the nomad alone for now. It's time for the adults to talk so run along okay?" In turn she received a united 'okay' and the children ran off into a door to the young girl's right. Amae followed in their wake and upon her reaching the musician she took her hands. "How have you been faring Nomad?"

Amae beamed. "I have been doing very well. It pleases me greatly to see you in good health as well. You have been here more frequently of late. I take it more of the men and women of the village have gone to fight, correct?"

Kera nodded glumly, but as she lifted her head she put on a brave face. "Yes, that is the case but I will not lose hope! There have been more sightings of Agasura within the vicinity, and the village elders have called more and more to join our battle but I will believe in God Ah's Family right until the very end. They will not abandon us. I have not a shred of doubt."

"The gods will protect Humanity. I assure you, so do not lose faith." Amae clasped her hands tightly.

The essence of all life was mana-of the people, the plants and animals on all worlds. But to the gods, to Amae, at the very least, she also gained strength from that of her followers. If her followers believed in her, the effect of every ability to her would increase, including how much she could utilize them while decreasing the time it would take her to recover from them. In breathing life into Leigha and her Keruz, she had used her own mana, and even now much of it was still recovering but she knew her efforts were not in vain-each of them was born from her, and carried a portion of her power which would manifest in the form of their weapons and the skills in their repertoire. In the same vein, spells and stances learned through Frequency manifested through such a means, but much of the strength in them relied on the user, and their ability to understand it.

"I will not." Kera knit her eyebrows slightly. "Though we are sworn to secrecy, I trust you Nomad so I would like you to know." Amae nodded solemnly and listened intently. "Of late there have been a small group of people that have come to understand that power which our goddess has blessed us with. Some men from the city state of Elifius had once come by in search of them, and took them back with them. Most were adults but one of them was one of the children." She looked to the door the children had recently went into and sighed gently. "The kids have since held fears that they would be taken away from their families, and I find myself hard-pressed to act on either behalf. The elders had said that to join the battle would be an honour and that those who are able have a duty to all of Midgard but...I feel unsure if this is truly the best course of action. To that end, I have hidden two more skilled people in mind but..."

Amae knit her eyebrows as she pursed her lips slightly. It seemed that mastering the Frequency at times could serve more as a sentence than a reason for celebration. What could she do to help Kera in this situation? What could she do for Humanity to ease their burdens? "Might I inquire who they might be?"

She smiled bitterly. "They are Olen...and I."

Amae nodded solemnly. She knew that Kera had already learned the Frequency-her potential and mastery grew upon every visit, and if she was to give it shape her power and talent would shine through. As for Olen, he was one of the children she looked after in the temple and was amidst the children now. Though faint, he had the embers of budding talent within, and if honed he too could learn to access the power within. "Are you afraid to face the Agasura Kera?"

The girl shook her head. "No...it is not that I fear them. I wish to fight...or rather..." She looked down to her instrument for a couple of moments. "I wish to master my instrument, because through it I feel that I can support those on the battlefield. Though it is not a weapon I...I have been able to heal the scrapes of the children, and even some of the wounds on the soldiers that returned." This gave the goddess a shock not even she expected. "I do not believe that I have the capacity to kill, even if my enemy is an Agasura, but I feel confident that if I was to go there I could contribute by giving strength to those with enough conviction to do so!"

The goddess beamed at the words. "You have a truly beautiful soul, Kera. Do not let anyone or anything snuff out the fire of your courage. Burn ever brighter with the intensity within." She gently pressed a finger to the young girl's solar plexus and she smiled in turn.

"Yes, I am positive that the time for me to join the battle will come. For the time being, I want to remain here by the children's side. To protect them, to sing with them and teach them." She turned her head in the direction of the door as the kids peered through an open crack before they all toppled out over each other. Those who could got up and surrounded the two again while they bombarded the adults with questions. "I guess the kids need some kind of parent when their families are a way so...I'll be here until the time for me comes too."

"Then until that moment comes..." Amae reached into her dress and drew her harp. "Let us practice to prepare you for the future. We shall see your song through to its completion, Kera." At the action the kids all clamoured about magic tricks-some had even believed that she used the Frequency to do so.

Kera chuckled. "I would appreciate it greatly. There are many Elfahdian hymns I and the children can teach you, Nomad."

As the two began to play a brief thought came across his mind. The young girl Kera looked awfully familiar for someone TJ had never known-in fact, since she was a human that lived in the past, he never could have come to know her, but he felt certain he had seen her, After a few moments of pondering the matter, the realization dawned upon him.

That young girl-that aspiring Bard...that Human from another time, long before he even existed...

Was him. Every feature, from her eyes to the contours of her face was his. But she was not him. He had the sneaking suspicion that he was her.

After a sudden but brief blackout TJ found himself unable to see anything-what had happened? Where was he now? All of a sudden in a flash of light he could see again-there was a flower garden with a young lady and a strange being of pure light with her. Her singing, or rather the song she sang gave TJ an odd sense of nostalgia. He searched through every experience he had that he could recall since his awakening, but the exact event escaped him and he could only recall a vague memory-the dark expanse of time between his defeat at Kimara Research and his second awakening.

The sound of the song was the same, but even through Amae he could not understand the lyrics that he heard. Everything he saw through Memorius Sanctum he had understood but the two songs, respectively performed by Kera and now the lady before him. Who was she, and what was the song that she sung now? How did he recall it, and who was it that knew and sung it in the current day and age?

The lady brushed a few strands of deep blue hair from her eyes and smiled at the goddess as she approached. "Welcome back, Your Grace," She said with a curtsy-her voice was smooth and oddly enchanting. She wore a long pink dress, a transparent silver shawl, and a flower coronet upon her hair. She had bright golden eyes that gleamed in the goddess' light.

"I thank you Orpha. How fares the Child of Light?" Amae asked as she approached.

TJ caught the slightest glimpse of the goddess through Orpha's reflection and was both dazzled and blindsided at the same time and lost focus for a moment before he regained his composure. He could hardly see much, but the goddess' emerald green hair was something he definitely saw, and the white raiment she wore, but hardly anything else.

As the goddess walked by Orpha clasped her hands together and bowed, and when she approached the being rose to its feet and looked up to the goddess who dwarfed both it and Orpha. As if born and shaped from light itself, the being stood before her and what seemed to be eyes appeared on its face-the body was shaped like that of a small human child. At the sight of her, it shone brighter and the jingle of bells followed shortly afterwards.

Amae beamed at the sound. "Is that so? I am very pleased to hear that." She placed a hand atop its head and it jingled once more. Was that truly its way of speaking? "You need only wait a brief time longer. Leigha has been preparing mantras in my stead-it is only a matter of time before you may experience the outside world. Have patience, my love. Your time will come."

The Asgardian Duet: The First Act-Charity

The sound of footsteps as they echoed through a hallway brought TJ to his senses. Before he knew it he found himself in the shoes, or rather, the lack thereof of his past self-hands interlocked with an unfamiliar girl the two rushed through a damp, dark corridor barely lit by the torches that lined each of the walls.

He looked back at the sound of a man that shouted as they made their escape, and he immediately got the impression that the two had committed a jailbreak.

"Don't stop running!" The girl shouted back to him as she looked back. She was just a child with shoulder-length snow white hair and bright blue eyes. She wore what seemed to be leather armour for someone her age and stature, and she carried a wooden club at her waist. "This way!" At a fork in the corridor she turned left and he followed suit.

As they continued on a stairwell came into view at the end of the corridor and the two immediately made their way to the top as they did. A heavy steel door awaited them, just barely opened a crack which allowed for a sliver of light to pour into the darkness of the cavern they traversed.

The girl pushed it open enough for her to slide through and she surveyed the situation from there. "All clear! Let's go!" At those words TJ slipped through the ajar door and continued his escape hand in hand with her.

The sudden change in scenery startled him-in place of the darkness of the caves he had found himself in what seemed to be a basement inside of a castle. An ornate crimson carpet with a gold trim lined the hallway along with suits of armour, various paintings and portraits along the walls and magnificent chandeliers that hung from the roof.

The splendor was a stark contrast to himself-a dirty child who wore rags and ran around in his bare feet.

What was he doing there, and what had he done to land himself in the castle's dungeon? For that matter, who was she and why had she come to his aid?

"If we're gonna get to an exit we're gonna have to go a few floors up. I dunno about any that are in the basements." The girl knit her eyebrows as she muttered the statement and came to a halt at another stairwell. "Getting through the main entrance might be a little tough too, 'cause there's a bunch of guards that are blocking the way."

She looked to him but his expression remained unchanged. "Don't worry, I'll get you out safely.

"Those adults throwing you in the dungeon wasn't fair at all, and the princess agrees too."

...The princess? If that girl had mentioned her, was this possibly at some point during his time on Asgard?

At what point during his journey was it, exactly? The situation was strange in and of itself, but it may have been one of the reasons TJ came to know Peorth, so the most he could do was see where it lead him.

Though he could not help but wonder why Memorius Sanctum chronicled the memories of both Amae, and himself-that and why the Sinners had them, and he was given access to both. There were questions raised with few answers as of yet, but only time would tell where they would take him.

The two ran up the stairs to the next floor and the girl immediately pulled him behind a suit of armour. A series of guards rushed through the hallway, their voices overlapped each other in their panic and haste.

"The prisoner escaped!" "Protect the royal family at all costs!" "Our orders are to find them and bring them back, then enhance the lookout!" "Leave no stone unturned!" "There's gotta be a mole among us! Find him and bring him to justice!"

TJ's heart raced as the guards ran past while he and the girl remained huddled behind the armour, her hand over his mouth. When they passed she let him go and sighed with relief.

"That was close...I dunno what you did but these guys are really in a panic about it." She grinned a toothy grin, a few of them missing as she scratched her cheek.

"If dad finds out that I busted you out I'm gonna be grounded for life!

"But...I wanna make things fair. It's not fair for them to make the princess sad. I won't accept it! Let's go!"

Her kind words left a warm feeling within his chest, but despite all of it he had neither said, nor even expressed an outward change. Velvet had mentioned that he was like that-after he saw it first hand he began to understand what she had meant.

The two continued down the hallway and passed by another stairwell. She came to a halt and turned around to lead him up those and to the next floor. She searched the area and made her way down the right path.

Her body froze again as one of the doors swung open and a maid stepped out. She hid TJ behind a nearby suit of armour as she began to sweat profusely.

"What are you doing here child? With all this panic in the castle it's not safe for children to be playing in the halls." She added as she crossed her arms, her voice portrayed worry rather than austerity.

"P-playing? I'm not playing! I'm patrolling!" The young girl answered as she balanced on the balls of her heels.

The maid chuckled. "My husband used to be the exact same way when he was your age. He always tried so hard to be the best knight in his squad." She placed a hand to her cheek as she smiled gently.

"I suppose I can't stop you, but do be careful. It would truly be a shame to see a brave child like you hurt. Good luck in finding the escapee, and be sure to call an adult if you see them."

"A-aye aye!" She answered in turn as the maid walked past broom in hand. When she deemed it a safe enough distance she signalled TJ to come out from hiding. TJ blinked as he caught a glimpse of the young girl's face.

Her brows were furrowed and she bit down on her lip as she took his hand and continued on wordlessly.

The two made their way to the next floor and the sound of voices as they approached put the pair in a bind. The girl ran down the hallway and turned the knobs on as many doors as she could in hopes that one of them was unlocked so that they could take cover.

The more doors she attempted to open the more her unease increased until finally one of them opened for her and the two hurried inside. She quickly closed the door but attempted not to slam it as the sound of more knights approached.

It was dark, moreso than the dungeon, and TJ sat against the door with the girl still on her feet. With both hands to the door she waited for them to pass in bated breath. The sound of voices and footsteps continued and she let out a quiet whimper, be it out of fear or need for air he was unsure, but he felt both concern and fondness for her.

When the footsteps had passed she slowly opened the door to discern whether it was safe for them to leave or not.

Afterwards she pushed the door open and took TJ's hand before the two rushed out into the hallway and made their way towards the next staircase. Unlike the others the stairwell rose in a spiral ever upwards, the passage narrow, leaving the feeling of danger that could lurk right around the corner.

The young girl came to a halt and turned to him. "I've got an idea! Let's disguise you!" He tilted his head quizzically in response while she removed her helmet. She placed it atop his head, then took off her body armour and weapon before she placed both on him. It was difficult and awkward, but after a brief struggle she managed to make him look somewhat like an aspiring Knight. She gave a nod of approval to her handiwork. "With this, they're gonna have a hard time recognizing you." She smiled and he blinked solemnly. "We're almost at the lobby so let's keep going!"

The two continued up the stairs before they came to a single white door with an ornate golden design of ships on water upon it. The young girl turned the handle and stepped forward with TJ in tow, opening the path to the castle's lobby. From where they stood, to their right was a massive staircase and to the left was a hallway. Straight ahead was the main entrance, magnificent crimson doors with a golden design upon them-the floor made of marble with the Asgardian herald depicted upon it. A beautiful chandelier hung from the roof and lit the entirety of the lobby, save for the shade cast by the stairs where the two now stood.

Crowds of people frantically ran about, from guards to servants of the castle. The girl silently watched for a moment before she steeled her resolve and hurled herself along with TJ into the crowd, moving to and fro within towards the entrance. Before they arrived she came to a halt and immediately pulled him away as he caught a glimpse of a group of guards carefully examining all passerby while they stood guard before the entrance.

She hurried up the stairs and down the nearest hallway before she stopped to catch her breath. "That was too close! Those guards are the really important ones, and they're super scary!" She pursed her lips. "And the captain's really mean. I don't like him at all." He could imagine.

"We're gonna have to try to find another way out. That's the only place I know with any doors though...I dunno if using the windows is a good idea. I hope we don't have to." As did he. "Let's keep heading this way. I can see more adults coming that way and I don't wanna run into them."

She continued with TJ in tow down the hallway. TJ could not help but notice that the upper floors had a different feel than those that were lower-they were much busier, and it seemed to have more vibrant colours, from the walls to the pictures and paintings that adorned the walls. The knights that guarded the halls were no less intimidating than they were before, but he assured himself that they would not come to life and attack him, so there was little reason for fear.

At the sight of chefs approaching she took to the walls and hid behind a bust on a pedestal, then continued to sidle along to stay as far out of sight as possible. She pointed to the next set of stairs across the hall and the two hurried over to it before they ascended to the third floor.

The moment they got up the stairs the young girl bumped into a man in a suit of armour and he raised his visor to glare at her before he picked her up by her shirt.

"And where do you think you're going you sneaky little urchin?" The man asked with a cocky voice and a cocked eyebrow.

"I'm not an urchin I'm a member of the Royal Asgardian Knights!" She roared in response as she tried to fight her way from the grip of his gauntlets.

The man sneered as he looked from her to TJ who stared at him solemnly. "A member of the knights hmm? Your companion certainly looks the part of a trainee, but you? Not in the slightest. Still, it would be foolhardy to think that an urchin could sneak their way past the guards and ascend Yggdrasil to the palace, so I'll give you some leeway. Some words of advice, child, don't think becoming a part of the Royal Asgardian Knights is child's play. Only the finest are admitted to our ranks. Now scurry along and refrain from getting in the way of anyone else."

She growled as he prowled off and turned her focus back to TJ. "What a jerk! Jeez!"

She let out a gentle sigh as she scratched her cheek. "Though we might not get that lucky twice. We're gonna need a new disguise for you because I only have one set of armour." She knit her eyebrows as she crossed her arms and closed her eyes in thought. "I know! If we can sneak into the pantry I think we can find some spares there. It's the only place I can think of right off the bat, so it'll have to do..." She took his hand and hurried down the hallway.

They continued towards a pair of silver double doors as a few people passed through the hallway-the two hidden behind a curtain beneath a window. When all that were within their radius had their back turned the two sidled across the wall until they reached the door. She turned to face the door and before she could reach out to it, it swung open and hit her in the face, which knocked her to the floor and dazed her. She let out a gentle whimper as she fell into TJ and groaned as he desperately dragged her behind a statue.

"Did'ya hear somethin'?" A man in chef's garb asked his companion.

"S' probl'y nothin'. Stop worryin' 'bout useless stuff already would ya'?"

Both seemed to have an unfamiliar accent, but one that was similar in many respects. Perhaps they hailed from the same city?

That matter aside, was that girl okay? TJ looked down to her as she rubbed her nose and wiped the tears from her eyes. She got to her feet and sniffled. "T-thanks. I'm okay, don't worry!

"I dunno if there's anyone else in there though. Think you can give me a boost so I can see into the window?" He tilted his head and she giggled. "Yeah I guess you wouldn't know huh? Well I'll be on the bottom then! I'm stronger than I look y'know!" She placed a hand to a curled arm and grinned. She gestured for him to stay put as she walked behind him. He looked over his shoulder as she took a few steps back and ran towards him. Before he could react she crouched between his legs and lifted him from the ground, placing him on her shoulders. He let out a surprised gasp as she did and frantically squirmed afterwards. "C-calm down! It's fine, you're fine!" He placed his hands down on her head and brushed her bangs into her face. "Now I definitely can't see. This should be where the window is though. Pat my head once for yes, twice for no. Can you see through it?" He tapped her once on the head and she giggled. "Good, good! Do you see anyone in there?"

TJ glanced around through the circular window-he could see within the pantry, and among all the cupboards and shelves there was not a soul within. He patted the young lady on the head twice and she nodded.

"Alright let's get in there! Just need to...get you off my shoulders first. You're kinda heavy..." He tapped her on the head twice and she laughed. "Just kidding!"

After TJ got down the two made their way into the pantry and began to search the place for a cook's wear. The pantry was coloured a gentle sky blue, with white cupboards and silver shelves coated in all manner of spices and non-perishable foods. Though it was indeed just a pantry, even the objects within had some fanciful designs to them, though much less in comparison to the other locations within the castle.

"We're gonna have to search all of these things. Just be sure you don't eat anything or they'll kill us!" She told him with an uneasy look.

He absent-mindedly opened a few cupboards, not knowing exactly what he was looking for but continued to do so anyway. At the sound of voices nearing he raised his head and listened, and she flew into a panic.

"H-hide!" She closed those that he had opened and pushed him on top of a series of bags of flour before she climbed in after him. She shut the door and remained silent as indistinct voices chattered as they entered the pantry.

"It's a good thing we keep spares in the locker you know. If you forgot your things again the head chef would gut and spit roast you. After firing you, of course," A woman joked.

"D-don't say that! He's liable to actually do it too. It's not a laughing matter!" Another answered while her companion laughed heartily.

They made their way out of the pantry and off somewhere else, leaving the two. TJ's companion exited first and pulled him out afterwards. "Hear that? We can find them in the lockers." She said as she approached one of a very few groups of lockers. She opened it, found nothing and frowned. "No good." She moved over to a second and swung it open. "Nope." On the third she grinned and pulled out an adult chef's coat and hat.

"No pants...but you don't need pants right? You're not wearing any anyway." She smiled. "Dad's friend always talks about how liberating it is not to wear pants at home. He's really funny.

She turned to TJ with a twinkle in her eyes. "Now let's get you all dressed up!" She pulled the coat over his head with ease and placed the hat over his head, which covered his eyes. "If I didn't put you in it I'd think you were a bona fide chef!" The coat was far too large for him and covered a majority of his legs.

"Alright let's keep going. Since the guards are blocking the entrance we've gotta switch to 'plan B'!" He had not the foggiest what 'plan B' entailed, but he was without a doubt a part of it.

She looked out the doorway and saw the hall was clear for the time being. The two ran down the corridor with great haste and she pulled him up the nearest stairwell.

"Hold it right there!" A voice shouted and startled her.

"Uh oh! Keep going I'll catch up!" She told TJ while she made her way back down the stairs.

She was stopped by one of the castle's guard and he eyed her curiously. "What's a kid like you running about for? It's not safe you know. Come with me, I'll escort you back to the training grounds." As he reached for her hand she reeled back and shook her head.

"W-wait! I'm here for a reason!" She cried defensively.

He raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms. "That is...?"

"I uhh...I saw a suspicious person! In the courtyard! So I told the teacher and he said I should inform the captain of the royal guard immediately!"

"Was it a kid? About ye high?" He gestured to somewhere about TJ's height. "Dark skin, spiky black hair, brown eyes?"

"Y-yeah that's the one!"

"Hmm..." He sniffed. "Carry on then, but I expect you to get back to your class as soon as that duty is fulfilled. Understood?"

"Yes sir!"

He nodded once and walked off as she ran back up the stairs.

"Phew...safe...for now. We're getting there. We just need to find a way to get you to him." TJ tilted his head quizzically and she smiled at him. "He'll get you out safely. We just need to get to the fourth floor study."

The two reached the next floor and they searched the area. It was safe for the time being, and with that thought in mind they proceeded. They walked down the hallway as the girl looked at the various doors, some with characters TJ could not read. She stopped at one and turned the handle, then entered along with him before she closed it behind them.

As he had suspected, it was in fact the study. A room with a high roof, a massive arched window and bookshelves that reached for the skies. Tall ladders were located on both sides for one to climb and find the books they sought out-a mahogany desk and a sea blue chair sat before a lovely painting of a lady that was truly reminiscent of Peorth, but with even more elegance and a more mature beauty than the latter was likely as of yet to develop.

TJ looked on in awe of the room as the young girl jumped into the chair and dipped a quill in ink to write out a note with some paper that was already placed on the desk. After she finished it she folded it up and glanced around the room. She spotted a loveseat with a blanket folded on it and claimed it before returning to him.

"Here, hold on to this and be sure not to lose it okay?" She gave him the note and he looked at it silently before turning his gaze back to her.

"Now for the final step. I think we threw the guards off of our trail so now we just need to have you two meet up. I don't think there'll be too many of them up here anyway!"

She took his hand as they exited the study and made their way down the hall to a lone window. She dropped the blanket and attempted to open it, but found it much more difficult than she expected. She pushed and pulled until her face turned red but to no avail. "Lend me a hand here would you?" The two struggled to open the window and before long it flew open and a gust of wind rushed in.

The young girl leaned out the window. "Get ready 'cause we're gonna have to do this before somebody comes. After I whistle you take a part of the blanket and I'll lower you down to the ground. Give that letter to the guy who shows up when you get down there okay?" She turned back to the window. "Here goes!" She placed two fingers to her mouth and whistled loudly, then unfurled the blanket as TJ grabbed a portion of it. He looked to her and she smiled before she patted him on the head gently. "You'll be fine, don't worry! Okay, out you go!" He scrambled to the window and looked back uneasily at her while she smiled gently in turn. "I've got you covered!"

TJ was appalled at the audacity of his past self, and to the lengths he would not risk currently. Being rappelled out of a window was not one of the few things he would consider having on his bucket list-that is, if he had one.

He slowly climbed down the wall as the young girl lowered him with the blanket, and it seemed that the ground floor was not far away. As he got lower and lower he looked from the ground to the castle's window. Before he knew it, he was falling to the ground as he heard the sound of a man's voice.

"...et?" Were all the words he had caught before the girl's terrified scream followed after. He fell from the castle's walls into the bushes below, and the branches and leaves broke his fall, albeit rather roughly. The blanket fell on top of him afterwards and he lay there silently for a few minutes as he pondered what could have went wrong.

TJ's current self was even more shocked. After a fall like that how could he remain completely silent? Not a cry, a shout, or event a grunt of pain escaped his lips.

Leaving that matter aside though, was it possible that the girl who helped him was not just any mysterious individual, but Velvet? It was difficult to tell as it had been years prior to her becoming the Velvet he knew, but going on the features that would not change over that time frame, her eyes and hair, it was possible. Though he had little proof to go on and even less to be sure of, was it possible they had met at this point in time? Was it really her?

As he emerged from the bushes a stream of blood ran down his face and he placed a hand to it before he solemnly looked to the boy who stood before him. He wore a tank top, straw hat and shorts, and carried a wooden broadsword on his back. His spiked black hair rested on his shoulders and he looked upon TJ with a look of confusion and amusement.

"I heard her whistle to call me over and I find you instead. I dunno what to think!" He said as he laughed.

TJ looked to his hands, to the boy, then back to his hands. Without a word he offered up the letter.

"This for me? Let's see here..." He muttered as he unfolded the letter and read the contents under his breath. "This is definitely her writing, but she doesn't mention your name anywhere...and to add insult to injury you're completely silent." TJ nodded solemnly and he smiled wryly. "Well at least you understand what I'm saying. Still...try to smile why don't'cha!" He said as he squeezed TJ's cheeks and pulled them into a smile. He grinned at him and gestured for him to follow. "Well whether you're silent or emotionless I won't stop 'ya. Give me a reason to skip class or something interesting to do and I'll go anywhere. Let's roll!"

The swordsman lead TJ towards a nearby hedge and glanced around the surrounding area before he made an opening in the leaves and stuck his head inside. He pulled himself out and grinned at his follower.

"Looks like we're in the clear. Stay close, and be as quiet as you can." He told him as he brushed the leaves aside and climbed through with his whole body.

TJ watched with a puzzled expression before he followed suit and nearly stepped on the prone swordsman. He followed suit and the two made their way across the ground to avoid being in the sight of one of the guards, the pair just barely out of sight courtesy of a tree in the courtyard. They neared another hedge and the two crawled through it. Moments before they got through to the other side the leader froze and his follower paused at the sight with confusion.

"Shh!" He whispered with a finger to his lips.

The sound of footsteps as they approached came to a sudden halt and then continued briefly afterwards. It signalled an opportunity for the two to move forward, and so they did just that. The swordsman immediately made his way through to the other side, and got to his hands and knees so he could crawl over to the river. He slipped into it so naturally it seemed as if he was born to be in it, and when TJ approached he pulled him by the hem of the apron into the water.

"Hold your breath, quickly!" He took a deep breath and dove under so TJ followed suit. Hand in hand the two moved forward through the river, into a small and dark tunnel and eventually to the other side where they resurfaced without a splash. The swordsman raised his face to the surface and breathed while he searched from where he was to see if there was anyone that looked into the water. TJ raised his head above the water and gasped for air until he was pushed back under and glared at. Afterwards his companion raised the top of his head above water and glanced about for any guards. He signalled him to come up and so both climbed out before they rushed for the nearest hedge.

They hid themselves there for a time while the guards rummaged about nearby-they carefully surveyed the area, met up for a brief greeting and chat and went about their business. Going by the expressions on their faces and the way they casually walked about TJ deduced that they likely paid little attention, as the manor was likely heavily guarded, so very few, if any occurrences came to be at all. It was possible that the guards within the manor had not informed those outside that his past self had escaped because none thought he could, or saw his flight from the window.

The two made their way through the hedge and onto the soft grass before they hopped into the next hedge. It seemed awfully long, and it was tough to get through the branches but the swordsman insisted on the path and continued through them despite what barred them, eventually coming to an exit.

When they finally broke free of all the leaves and branches, they were at what seemed to be the end of the courtyard-the grass extended far beyond what the eye could see, but there was nothing else out there. In spite of that fact, to their left was a short walkway that lead into the courtyard's maze, and before it a tall ornate gate with a swirling blue energy. If TJ's journey held any significance, it was without a doubt the entrance or exit to an Instance Dungeon. Did that mean the palace was located within one?

The young man in the straw hat lead him over to it and the two stopped before it, TJ looked on in awe. It was tall and round with a white border and a golden trim-blue runes lined the inside of the border and at the top of it a golden leaf was engraved upon it along with two wings that were built into the gate itself.

"The moment we step through there, we're gonna have to run for our lives. The guards are gonna see us once we get through the gate so we're gonna have to run from them, and then get past the guys that are blocking the portal." He puffed out his chest with a grin. "I know how to use the Bifrost pads so if we make it there I can get us down to the city!" TJ had not the foggiest what he was referring to, but he gave a nod of approval nonetheless, or at least, what he thought was one.

The swordsman gave him a nod and together the two stepped through the gate.

As the light and the feeling of travelling dimensions subsided, TJ was immediately grabbed by the wrist and realized he and his companion still frantically ran for their lives.

"Stop kids!" The guard who pursued them shouted. "Unauthorized use of the gate is not allowed!"

TJ looked from the guard to what lay ahead and his current self was left in shock. It seemed they were at the crown of the World Tree-all across it were branches that were flat on the top that curved and coiled over each other and across the entirety of the crown. They seemed to serve as walkways from where the swordsman intended to go, and where the entrance to the palace's instance lay. Night was beginning to settle in and it made seeing difficult, but despite that fact the two continued on frantically amidst the leaves and branches of Yggdrasil.

"Here we go!" The swordsman said as he ascended a rising branch and prepared to jump. They landed on one of the lower branches and continued running before they neared a pair of guards who stood around a beam of light. "That's the place! Focus on getting into that, I'll keep 'em busy!"

TJ gave him an appraising gaze as he released his grasp on his wrist and drew his weapon. The guards looked to each other before they decided the two needed to be apprehended and approached with the thought of disarming the swordsman first. While he engaged the first guard TJ approached the second, and he stood ready and waiting to grab the child. Without a second thought nor concern for his safety, TJ threw himself head-first into the guard's stomach and knocked him to the floor. Before he could get up TJ thrusted his hand into his face and stuck two fingers in his nostrils before he got up and ran into the beam of light.

The swordsman stopped before the guard and looked up to him with unease in his eyes.

"Look kid, I'm not gonna hurt you, so just put down the sword and I'll take you back to the Warlord alright?" The guard suggested with an affable grin.

In turn for his offer he was hit in the shin by the sword and stepped on as the boy made a mad dash to regroup with his companion.

Once the two were together he razzed them, pulled his eyelid down and laughed. As the guards got back to their feet the swordsman raised a hand skyward and shouted, "Come on Heimdall!" A rainbow beam of light surged forth from the sky and engulfed the two, and as it rose back into the sky left no trace of their being there or their leaving.

Moments later, the beam of light came down in the upper echelons of the city and released the two. TJ found himself hanging from a wire lined with festival decorations while his swordsman companion held onto the eaves of a building. Right afterwards he lost his grip on it and fell onto a shop's canopy and onto the ground from there.

"That's gonna leave a mark..." He groaned as he rubbed his nose. He looked around for his partner in crime but did not see him. He looked up and caught a glimpse of exactly what was underneath the chef's coat, and saw not just the dress, but also everything that was not meant to be seen by others. He sputtered as he covered his eyes. "W-what're you doing?! Don't you wear anything underneath your dress?!

He shook his head rapidly to get both the sight and thought out of his mind. "A-anyway! Just let go of the wire and I'll catch you okay?" TJ looked at him and he frowned. "If you don't change your expression how am I supposed to know what you're thinking? Come on, we gotta hurry or they're gonna catch us!"

TJ let go of the wire as his swordsman companion held out both arms to which he caught the child with some success, albeit clumsily. The two lay one toppled over the other.

"Urrgh...now I see why we're not allowed to use the Bifrost ourselves...the teachers make it look so easy. Stupid teachers...stupid Heimdall." He muttered under his breath as TJ looked at him. "...W-what?

TJ patted him on the head before he rose to his feet. His face flushed again and he frowned. "Somehow you make everything a hundred times more embarrassing. I dunno what you did to get on the kingdom's bad side, but if the princess doesn't like it, we're on her side." He got to his feet and dusted himself off. "We're knights in training for the castle but our main focus is to be good enough to be the princess' guards when we graduate. Name's...nice to meet'cha!"

At what seemed to be his name the Sound of Frequency came and drowned it out...but why? Was TJ not meant to know his name? For what reason? If he had a physical body outside of his past self's currently, he would have crossed his arms, but at this point he had to settle with what he had done in the past, and that was to take the boy's hand and run through the streets.

Nevertheless, the idea of being unable to know exactly who he was vexed him greatly, but there was a very high possibility it was someone he knew. The hair, the eyes, even the mole on his cheek, and to add to that, a straw hat that was clearly too big for him...at the thoughts TJ felt a pain in his heart. Worry, fear, longing...there were an immeasurable amount of things he felt at the sight of him and the possibility it was his friend of the past muddled them all into something he could not begin to express, let alone understand. Those emotions...were they his? Did they belong to him now, or to his past self?

As he looked upon these events now, he felt so close, and yet at the same time so far from who he used to be it felt like a whole different lifetime. And yet...why was the joy he felt beneath it all so familiar?

"Just follow me. I'll get you out of town in one piece!" The hand that held TJ's and the smiling face of its owner warmed his heart. "It's a knight's duty to help the citizens and save damsels in distress you know! I might not be a knight but I'm working my way up to becoming a hero so you and the princesses can count on me!"

As they pressed forward searchlights turned on all over and scoured the city as they made their way down the streets.

From where they were, it seemed that they were in the upper echelons of the city, and there were a series of walls that acted as checkpoints to each portion extending further out, up until all that lay beyond was a path and the wilderness.

The two took cover in an alleyway as a pair of guards ran by talking about capturing the two. Straw Hat peeked out of the alleyway and continued on with TJ in tow. They made their way down the street, hiding in the shadows and just barely out of sight of the searchlights. Civilians in grand dresses, robes and tunics in all colours of the rainbow passed by and gave them odd and puzzled looks while some called them urchins, but Straw Hat paid them little mind.

"Over here, I know a shortcut." Straw Hat said to him as he lead him into another alleyway.

The two stopped at a metal fence and the boy climbed up to the top before he reached over to the other side. After he tinkered with it for a couple of moments the gate swung open and pushed him against the wall as he awkwardly climbed down.

"This isn't the shortcut, but we're getting there. Come on!"

The two made their way through the gate and he closed it quietly afterwards before they made their way into someone's backyard.

The current TJ was absolutely mortified by the series of events that played out.

"This old couple, old man and old woman Colbertson live here. They're always causing all sorts of trouble for the knights of the palace. They call them all the time to exterminate pests and stuff." Straw Hat explained as he stopped at an average looking spot in the garden next to a hedge and began to pull on the grass. With a bit more force a small bit of the ground was removed from the rest which revealed a hole. "Ta da! Nice huh? Me and the guys dug this hole out for sneaking past the checkpoints and stuff when we're late for class! Anyway come on, and make sure to put it back when we're done so the Colbertsons don't notice it." At those words he climbed into the hole with ease and crawled forward.

TJ looked to the hole and to the dirt before he followed his companion. He took the cover of dirt and placed it over the hole, removing any semblance of light as he chased after his companion.

It was not long before the two emerged at another entrance/exit. They climbed out and closed it back after before they continued on with their escape.

"They've got guards on both sides of the checkpoint so we can't charge past them again. They might use weapons on us and I dunno if my wooden sword can even...well, hold out against a real sword," He muttered sullenly.

"But we were ready for that too." He walked over to another patch of grass and pulled it out before he signalled TJ to follow him once more.

The two made their way to the end, and at the exit Straw Hat rolled something out of the way. As TJ emerged after him he looked to the rather large rock that was used to cover the hole, and then to the massive wall what once looked much smaller from a distance.

"One wall cleared, two to go!" Straw Hat told him with a grin.

Where they were seemed to be a district of sorts-though the buildings were not as grand or ornate as the previous ones, they still held a certain amount of elegance and regality that one would expect in this portion of the city. Since they were a fair distance away from the main streets and districts, it seemed awfully empty, but it was likely because it was homes of citizens and at night. There were less search lights that scoured the city there also, and it allowed for the two to take a breather.

As they walked forward through the streets, Straw Hat checked every corner before he proceeded and made sure to travel through alleyways that lead to different districts so that they could confuse any potential followers.

"You know," He began, "I think we actually lucked out today. If the palace got serious with their defenses, they could've blown us sky high ages ago. They didn't put too many guards on the case, use the castle's defenses or even call out the royal guard.

They've got these freaky things that they ride and I hear they're the best of the best, so they defend the royal family. I've seen the captain once, but he was nowhere near as terrifying as the Warlord. Every time we wind up late for class he puts us through hell..."

They made their way into another of the residential districts and stopped at one of the houses.

"This is my place. We didn't make a hole for getting to the lower class districts so we're gonna have to use one of the gates but I've got an idea. Wait for me here okay?

TJ sat down on one of the steps that lead into the house and afterwards Straw Hat returned with a long coat, a fedora, a scarf and a pair of shades. "My pass can only get me through and you're too short and don't look anything like my dad, so we're gonna use his pass and disguise as a really tall guy!

"I read about it in a Handy Boys book! It's this series of books about these two boys who go on all sorts of adventures and do cool stuff and solve mysteries..." He put the shades and scarf on TJ and the hat over his head. "Anyway enough about that. The gate's not too far from here so we'll put it on when we're closer."

At those words the two went a bit further, past a few houses and a couple of civilians who glanced but paid them little mind, and eventually just a block or so away from the gate to the next portion of the city.

Once they reached there Straw Hat got on his knees and looked to TJ who gave him a puzzled stare in turn.

"Alright now you put on the coat and get on my shoulders. Hold onto this too, and show it to the guards when we get there alright?" He gave TJ the pass and coat.

As requested TJ got onto his shoulders and Straw Hat buttoned it up before he took hold of TJ's legs, while he squirmed the moment hands touched his bare feet. He had to hold on to his calves so he would hold still.

"Remain as still as possible alright? Here we go..."

Straw Hat began to walk and the two awkwardly made their way towards the gate where a few others who also were passing between sectors did so also. Once they reached their destination, which Straw Hat could see by peeking through a small hole between buttons, he stopped and cleared his throat.

"Hello there gentlemen," He began in a terribly masked, deep voice, "I am just on my way to Sector A! Now if you would be so kind..."

The guard gave the two a blank stare as he accepted the pass and looked from it to the stranger who gave it to him. "Hmm...seems everything checks out. Here you are sir. Have a wonderful evening." He handed it back and TJ awkwardly grasped at it. He fumbled it and an arm reached out from within the coat to pull it back in.

"Why thank you! Gotta be careful with those passes...hohoho it would certainly be a problem if I was to lose mine! Well then gentleman, I shall be on my way!" At those words the two clambered past and made their way into the nearest alleyway as guards both inside and outside the sector looked on incredulously.

The second situated at sector B gave his partner a confused look as he asked, "Are you sure we should've let those kids through? I mean, that disguise couldn't be any more obvious..."

He chuckled and shrugged. "Kids do this stuff all the time. Honestly, I'd rather they come up with some kind of disguise and get past us than dig more holes in the ground and people's gardens. You know how higher-ups can be about that stuff, especially when the Aristocrats get fussy..."

TJ could hear no more than that since the two got out of earshot but nonetheless they had made it through with their...underwhelming disguise.

"This is the last sector. If we make it through here, you and I are home free. We made another tunnel at the far southeastern edge of the sector so we've just gotta head over there. Follow me, and be quiet." Straw Hat explained as he placed a finger to his lips and continued on.

They continued down a more rundown looking part of the city-it felt a tad reminiscent of the Old Town District in Elias, but there were many people that lived in it still, and though not as grand as the other districts the living conditions seemed fine nonetheless. The houses were smaller and there were less buildings, but it still felt homely nonetheless. He could not help but think of Belos, and the people who lived there he had come to know at the start of his journey. Perhaps someday he would return to it and see them, but for the time being there were more pressing concerns.

As they continued on they saw a man approaching with some sort of cart, it seemed.

"Squirrelopes! Get your squirrelopes here, fresh and hot!" He shouted as he rolled the cart along.

TJ could not help but wonder what on Midgard a squirrelope was-and then he remembered. He was not on Midgard. It seemed that Asgard had its own breed of animals or creatures, and perhaps Agasura. Or was it infested with them? He had not the foggiest as of yet.

The two turned away from the vendor and made their way down another street, guided by the moonlight. They continued on through alleyways, past kittens with hooves and dogs that had five or more tails in place of a face. The city seemed like a circus for those who had not been there previously.

Since there were fewer guards on patrol in Sector A they were able to pass through the main streets with relative ease towards the final wall and where the tunnel Straw Hat and friends made awaited.

"You see that spot? It's right over there." He said as he pointed in the general direction of where they wanted to be, and TJ nodded solemnly.

As they proceeded towards the sounds of something approaching along with rapid footsteps threw them off. From around the corner, at the end of the district a creature with a long snout, tiny sharp teeth and scales emerged. It had long legs, feet with three toes and a long tail.

Upon it sat a massive man adorned in armour that matched the palace's colours with a broadsword over his back. He had dark green hair and bushy eyebrows that made him look angry(or perhaps he was angry), with a scar across his right eye.

"Oh crap...Warlord Turk. This way!" Straw Hat took TJ and turned in the opposite direction before he found himself pincered in by the others. "Surrounded huh? You know, I don't think we can fight our way out of this o-whoa!" Straw Hat was lifted from the ground by the tank top courtesy of the Warlord.

"You might've evaded the others, but you didn't think I wouldn't know when you were making a break for it?" The Warlord laughed, but it almost sounded like a pleased roar. "Come on, how many of my classes do you think you and your friends have skipped out on? If you're gone, I'll know."

TJ looked on, his expression unchanging but there was almost a helplessness in it. He ran over to the Warlord and hit his leg armour with his fists before he frantically jumped to reach his companion. His efforts though, were to no avail.

"So this is him, huh? Makes me wonder how a pair of kids evaded the castle's guard and escaped. They've got no powers or nothing. It's almost cute how harmless he is." The Warlord said as he grinned. "Alright boys, get 'em. But try not to hurt him would you? He might hit you, but other than that, well, I'm sure you guys could handle yourselves. I'll take care of this stubborn one." Straw Hat gave him an annoyed glare but he only received a victorious grin in response.

TJ stopped jumping and looked to the guards who approached and back to the Warlord who held his companion captive. He furrowed his brows for a moment, then placed both hands to his chest as he opened his mouth. Much to all of their surprise, he sang.

They all traded confused glances, even the Warlord who stared on incredulously at the event.

"Huh...and they said he had no voice. This'll surprise the higher-ups," He muttered.

Suddenly a powerful gust of wind forced them all back as TJ's eyes flickered to blue and a mark appeared on his forehead-one that looked like an eight-pointed star or a sunburst, but the contours of it seemed to deviate too much to give it one specific shape.

"Everyone, capture him now before he can cast!"

TJ placed his hands together before he put a single leg forward and placed his left hand over his right, palms facing outwards. A sphere of light surrounded him and surged forth outwards with a second powerful gust. Once the light subsided he lowered his hands and took a few deep breaths.

Straw Hat was dropped to the floor, but other wise unaffected by the spell. All of the guards and the Warlord remained frozen in place, seemingly dazed by the effect.

"I dunno what you did just there..." Straw Hat began, "but it was super cool!" He looked to the Warlord who remained mounted on his creature with his mouth agape and his eyes unblinking. "We should probably use this chance to escape huh? Come on!"

He took TJ by the hand as the mark faded and his eyes turned brown once more, taking up their usual shuttered appearance.

The two continued on just a bit further and Straw Hat pulled out another patch of dirt and insisted TJ climb in first. As he looked back, expecting his companion to follow him in, he found nothing.

"This is as far as I go. I live here...and I belong here. As much as it sucks home's home, you know? But this isn't your home. I dunno where you came from, but I hope you can find your way back. So what I want you to do now is run...as far as you can! Good luck out there...and it was crazy fun while it lasted!" Straw hat said as he smiled from the outside and closed the hole back up.

It was only a matter of moments before the guards had come to and clamored for the capture of Straw Hat as he began an escape to throw them off TJ's trail.

TJ made his way through the tunnel and to the other side, where the moment he climbed out of the hole and sealed it back, he broke out into an immediate sprint. To what destination, he had not the slightest clue but he ran as quickly as he could with all the might he could muster in his body, and into the heart of a forest that rested just on the outskirts of the city.

He ran as far as he could, his breaths became more frequent but proved to not be enough and he fell into the grass. His feet ached and were bruised, he was completely exhausted and hungry, and could go no further, so he let himself remain where he lay. His journey would continue when he had the strength to do so. When that would be, he had not the foggiest, but for the time being a moment or two to rest and regain his stamina sounded like a good idea to him.

When he awoke the smell of food roused him from his slumber and brought his sense of smell to the forefront of them all. His stomach growled and his eyes flickered open as the urge to follow the scent overpowered him. He looked around him and found himself in an unfamiliar room but paid it little mind-from what he did see, it seemed to be a living room of sorts and he was laid out upon a couch with a nice blue blanket covering his worn-out body. He got up and shook off his sleepiness before he made his way through the house.

He found himself in a corridor that had a stairwell to the upper floor, a couple of pictures on a wall and an open doorway to another room at the end of it. A short distance behind him was the front door, and to his left another open doorway. He made his way through the left door and came into a fancier looking room than the first with a table, a chandelier hanging above it and a set of seats around it. There was a couch and a couple of seats, but it was not quite where he wanted to be.

TJ saw through the eyes of his past self, but unlike Amae he did not hear his own thoughts-perhaps it was because he was not reliving the memory of her but actually experiencing things as he had. The experiences he had during those times, the pain, the feel of his friends' hands, and all the places he traversed, but the thoughts all belonged to his current self. So what exactly was his past self searching for? The reason for the scent? Whatever it was, it did smell good, and oddly familiar.

He made his way through the dining room and into another doorway that connected it with the previous corridor, the two leading into the kitchen.

There he had found a young lady stirring a pot as she quietly hummed a song. She tasted a bit of the soup she made before she smiled and gave it a nod of approval. She was an average sized, slender girl with curly violet hair just barely tamed by a white bandana. She wore a tan apron with a myriad of flowers splayed across it, a baby blue tank top and white pajama pants with a pink polka dot design.

At the sound of his approach she turned her head to see the child peering around the corner. At the sight of him her eyes crinkled and a wide smile spread across her face. "Good to see yer' awake lil' one. I was worried about 'cha." He blinked solemnly as she put the ladle down and crouched down to meet his height. "Well, come'n out, no need to be so shy! I won't bite 'cha." He came out of hiding and the two appraised each other.

She gave a nod as if she came to a realization. "Yep, ya' look just like 'im. Been hearin' the kingdom's been in a right mess over one little boy and here ya' are in the flesh n' blood.

"Yer' prob'ly wonderin' what yer' doin' here ain't 'cha?" I found 'ya lyin' out in the forest with a grumblin' tummy." She laughed gently, the sound a heart-warming lilt. "Was just collectin' some greens and I found 'ya there collectin' dust so I took 'ya home. You don't got nowhere to stay do 'ya? I'll take 'ya in so long as you keep it a secret yeah?"

He nodded solemnly and she gave him a pat on the head.

"Alright, grab a seat lil' one. It'll be ready in a hot minute."

He took a seat at the table as suggested and shortly after she brought some soup over in a bowl.

"Careful. It's pretty hot." She sat down at the other table as he took a taste and burned himself. He did not cry out, but he winced for a good few moments during and after the event.

"Don't say I didn't warn 'ya." She laughed gently. "Not the type to say much, are ya'? Well ain't no problem.

"Guess it's a bit late fer that but lemme' introduce myself to ya'. Names Yuna. I run this here traveller's bar, though it hasn't seen too many customers lately. But that ain't no problem.

She smiled gently. "Used to just be me here. Was thinkin' of gettin me one of them...broog? Keep me company an' clean the house." She laughed bitterly. "But I think a runaway would make for much better company."

TJ had never seen any memories with her in them, which was truly a shame. Even so, the kindness she had shown him despite his being a stranger and an escapee left him both both shocked and impressed. Were all Cerebians like this? Was she too, not putting herself in danger by giving him shelter?

There was a sudden knock at the door and Yuna raised an eyebrow at the sound as she waited for a moment.

"That ain't no 'venturer that I know. All the regulars know the door's unlocked."

She turned her focus to TJ. "We ain't got no time to waste. "Ya'll better hide. Don't matter where, under the bed, in the closet, any place'll do. Just don't let 'em see ya'."

Yuna got to her feet and made her way to the front door. The moment she placed her hand to the doorknob she heard the knocking again and froze.

TJ's thought process came to a sudden halt then too, as he watched his past self follow Yuna to the door and hold on to the back of her tank top. Was it possible...that he was afraid?

"I told ya' to hid-"

Before Yuna could finish issuing him a warning the sound of the guards knocking at the door as they shouted, "By the order of the king, you must open this door or we shall come in by force!"

"Hel's bells we're in a real pickle lil' one. Well, nothin' to it than." Yuna muttered under her breath. She scooped TJ into her arms and stuffed him into her tank top. Holding his body with one hand and opening the door with the other she addressed the guards who came in search of him.

Before her there was a man and woman, both wearing the silver armour with the kingdom's herald. The first of them was a male Temple Knight who carried a one-handed sword at his hip and a shield on his back "Hello, we are guards of the kingdom in search of a certain escaped fugitive. We have reason to suspect that he has escaped the capital and has hidden himself somewhere within the surrounding forests."

"And that's how we found ourselves here," His partner began, "we've got men and women searching the forest but he could have hidden himself in this house, so by our permit we're going to search it." His companion carried a pair of swords at her waist-a Blader.

"What kinda snot eatin', flea-riddled-" Yuna was mad-she sounded the part, and the glare she gave them certainly said she was not fond of the kingdom.

"We're coming in." The Blader continued before the two pushed their way in.

They began by searching the dining room-every nook and cranny, they checked. They opened the cupboards, checked under the couches and tables and past the curtains before they did a final sweep and moved into the next room.

"Look, I ain't no part of the kingdom. They wanted us out, and we left. Now ya'll are bustin' into my house in search of a child? Can't people have any privacy 'round here?"

"If there is a chance that he is here, we will find him. Unresolved issues will only bring civil unrest, and in so doing act as the sparks lighting the fire to civil war. We do whatever it takes to keep the peace."

"I never said I wanted any of yer peace!"

"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Try to understand." The blader remarked as she opened the stove and looked inside.

After they found no signs of TJ they continued their crusade into the living room and Yuna turned away solemnly. Her stomach quivered and she patted it gently.

"Hang in there lil' one. I'll protect ya'."

TJ's heart felt heavy-both for his past self and for his guardian. It seemed that no matter where he went, trouble seemed to follow him. As he saw through his eyes, his fists clenched, holding to the inside of Yuna's tank top. He was courageous to have made it this far, but perhaps deep down there was a lingering fear that he did not, or could not voice or show. Perhaps it had been there all along, but the strength and willingness of his friends to come to his aid in that time of need gave him the strength to move forward. Despite how many years had passed, had that fact changed at all?

Every sacrifice, every tear he shed as he watched his companions fall and get hurt in his stead, he remembered. So much had been lost between what he saw now and the current time, but he wanted to see it all no matter how painful it was so he could understand his friends in their entirety-so that he could love them for all that they had been through, both for him, and themselves.

More than anything, he wanted to see Peorth's story, and their relationship. She may have carried the greatest burden being right in the center of it all and yet she still lead Yggdrasil as a stalwart leader. Who was it that made her cry, and why? He would continue to watch over her in the present, and seek out all that he could come to know about her in the past. It was the least he could do for her, and for Yggdrasil.

Yuna continued on into the living room briefly after they finished their search in it, and realized that nothing had turned up. They muttered something to each other before they made their way upstairs.

As one would expect, it had a master bedroom and a couple spare rooms with a washroom. They searched the guest bedrooms separately, likely suspecting that TJ would likely be sleeping within one of the two if not hiding in it and their search proved to end empty-handedly. They reconvened and both shook their heads before they entered the master bedroom.

Yuna wiped the sweat from her brow as they rummaged through her things. They tossed the bedsheets from the bed, emptied the pillowcases and checked beneath and inside of her loveseat.

TJ could not help but notice that her hold on him was slipping and before long he fell from his hiding location and collapsed upon the pillows. The sound did not alert either guard, but Yuna flew into a panic. She wrapped him up in the blanket and hurled it on top of a wardrobe before she eyed the guards with apprehension.

They both gave her confused glances as she picked up her pillows and snarled, "Got a problem? I sleep on these ya' know. Just throwin' my things all on the floor like that. I should call the guards on ya'."

They traded weary glances before they continued their search and she let out a sigh of relief quietly.

After they searched the entirety of the house they made their way back downstairs to the front door.

"We have concluded that the escaped fugitive is not on this premises." The Temple Knight said before his eyes sharpened. "Currently. With that clear, we will depart without any further interruption. We apologize for bothering you."

"If we catch word that you're hiding that kid, we'll be back. Don't get any ideas." The Blader muttered harshly.

"Wouldn't even dream of it." Yuna added before she met the glare with one of her own.

They left the house and she shut the door behind them as she muttered obscenities about the kingdom. She went back upstairs and unfurled the blanket, causing TJ to roll out of it silently.

"Sorry I had to handle ya' so roughly lil' one, but I'd bet ya'd prefer that over a life in prison wouldn't 'cha?" He blinked solemnly and she smiled.

"Well yer safe now so don't you worry. I might not look like much but I know a few things about self-defense. I won't let some overblown, pompous, castle dogs lay a hand on a hair on yer' pretty little head.

"Now then, since all the excitement's over I've gotta say we worked up a real sweat huh? Let's go wash up an' get somethin' to eat yeah?"

She showed him to the bathroom and unbuttoned the chef's apron as she eyed it curiously. "Where on Midgard did ya' get your hands on this? Yer' more incredible than you look." She laughed gently as she removed it and took the dress off.

She blinked, then chuckled under her breath. "Well...guess there's a lot the castle don't know about you." She smiled as she placed a finger to her lips. "But that'll be our secret. Now off you go." She scooted him towards the bathtub as she said something about putting the clothes away to wash later.

Soon she returned and picked him up before putting him inside of the tub. She turned the tap and they both got splashed with cold water-only one of the two complained about it though, but they both wound up shuddering.

Yuna filled the bathtub and sat down with him in it as she washed his hair.

"I'm sorry ya' had to hear me talk like that lil' one. My family and the kingdom ain't been on the best terms in some time. My dad used to be one of their soldiers. My grandparents' pride and joy, he was. During the Asgardian War he found a kid cryin' alone an' left his squad to get the 'em off of the battlefield. They stripped him of his title an' his rank an' called him a deserter." Her hands stopped moving and as TJ turned to her he saw her downcast eyes and got a good glimpse of her body, much to his present self's dismay. He turned to her and patted her on the head.

She looked surprised, and then her lips curled into a smile. "You comfortin' me? Ain't ya just the sweetest thing.

"Alright turn around, I ain't done washin' yer' hair just yet, and ya' got a lot of it.

"So how does the story end? Well...they kicked us out of the city. Prob'ly to save face among the other knights. Those guys ridiculed us for what my dad did, but we know the truth. Us, and the girl he saved. Her parents didn't make it, but she's got some relatives who took her in. As for us, well my parents came out here and built this house. It ain't much but I've called it home since. They chose to move back to the country when the time came for retirement but I decided to stay and keep the traveller's bar goin'. For those 'venturers who can't can't find a place to call home. My door's always open."

She washed the soap from his hair and got up. "Let's finish washin' up and towel off yeah? I'll give you somethin' nice after dinner."

As day turned to night TJ sat out on a small veranda at the back of the house as he watched his top and the chef's coat he wore swaying in the wind. He looked up to the starry sky where the moon hung gently. Unlike in the city, the stars were as clear as day and quite a lovely sight at that. He laid back and stared up solemnly at a sky that seemed as if it could suck him in.

Yuna came outside shortly after and sat down next to him with a bowl of fruit.

"Guess things are gonna get a bit lively 'round here huh?" She asked affably. TJ looked to her and tilted his head while she beamed. "Welcome to the family lil' one."