A.N.

I realize the chapters are short, but I'm working through this when I have free time, and to prevent me from forgetting to post a Chapter, I just cut it off whenever a new area/day is entered. May merge it later.

As they neared the gate, a massive spot light shot to their direction, trailing them until the pike skidded to a halt. Pax slowly emerged from the pack, peering nervously over his Guardian's shoulder to see why he had stopped. Guards, other Guardians, and humans from each faction stood, weapons drawn in their direction.

"Uhm. I thought you said they were friendly." Feron grumbled slightly, before slowly dismounting the Pike and lifting his hands to signal he was no threat.

"You must forget that you're on an enemy Pike, and it does have some firepower to it." Pax would respond, slowly coming out from behind his Guardian so that he could be viewed. "I suggest you follow orders until we're past the gate."

"You there!" A voice shouted as a light was poured into Feron's face. "Step forward, slowly. Keep your hands raised." The words were a growl, as if uncertain and wary of the being before them. It was rare for someone to come from beyond, usually only..

"A Guardian? Is that a Ghost?" Another voice called, stepping further forward from the rest and moving their arms over their comrades weapons. "Lower Weapons, step forward Guardian of light."

Feron was stunned to silence at the sudden change of attitude, and as the other stepped forward, he couldn't help but nearly trip over his feet. Her skin was.. blue, almost purple, and her eyes glowed a delicate blue hue. 'Awoken..' his memory hissed to him. The beauty in this race was.. stunning. He stumbled over what to say, and thankfully Pax was there to fill in for his stupidity.

"Yes, this is my Guardian. We need to get to the Tower, can you assist?" His shell shifted nervously, eye darting from his Guardian, to the Awoken while he awaited her answer.

"Of course!" The Awoken would shift her gaze to the Guardian, who foolishly still had his hands above his head. "Relax Guardian. You're home now. Do you have a name?"

The frazzled hunter slowly lowered his hands, but rather then back to his sides, they moved to his helm, so that it could be removed. It hissed lowly as the oxygen within was released into the open air. He cradled it at his side as he ran a hand through his greasy hair. "Uhm, yeah. Feron." He offered a smile as he stepped forward, the lights now focused on the surroundings rather then him. "As much as I'd like to head straight to the tower, I'd actually like to get cleaned up. I haven't.. there aren't any showers out there so, yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, feeling a fool as his hazel gaze turned back to the woman.

"Yes yes, of course Feron. I can take you to a social area where you can get cleaned up. They'll even polish up your armor for you. Guardians are well treated in the city." She'd offer him a smile before waving him toward the gate's entrance. "Come lets not wait for some trouble to arise. My name is Xawin, by the way."

"Erm.. Thanks, Xawin. I'd really appreciate that." He'd respond as he trailed behind her, gaze moving to Pax who shifted his shell in a way to make it look as though he shrugged his 'shoulders'. This was new, for both of them.