DC: hey new chapter and gasp a new face. I think you'll like her! The first part may be a bit graphic. Um…news, I am doing part time collage so updates will most likely slow. Read and Review!

Despite his injuries, Tak took off like a nurble with his tail on fire. Jibulba and Lok had trouble keeping up with him. When he reached the top and rounded the corner to where the debris littered the pathwhat he saw nearly sent him into another state of shock. The damage done to the wall was worse up close, a majority of the stone lying on top of the huts below and a broken bow lay discarded. The girl, the one from Dry Rock, was lying there propped up on one arm, the other holding her side. Tak saw through her fingers a large burn mark where the arrow that T'laloc had fired back struck her. She had minor scratches and bruises where falling rocks had hit her unlike her head, which bled slightly for under her brown hair.

"Gri…yeldo mi…"

Jibulba and Lok finally caught up with Tak and were just as shocked as he at what they saw. The girl reached out toward Tak.

"…yel…do…mi…" she repeated again before slumping back into the dirt unconscious.

Tak took a few hesitant steps toward her. She was the one who helped him? This girl that he had a run in at Dry Rock? Tak stepped up next to her and knelt, worried that she might be hurt worse than she appeared.

"Lok. Run back to my hut, get a cot ready and I need my herbs from the closet."

Surprisingly, Lok did not argue as he followed Jibulba's orders.

"Tak, do you think you can carry her that far?"

"I'll try."

Tak scooped her limp figure up in his arms, not paying attention to how gentle he handled her and she cried out. Tak flinched and nearly dropped her. Jibulba lead the way threw the upper paths. Tak, however took his time in carrying the injured girl to safety. The people who had fled that side of the village and others parted as the three walked past, some gapping at the injuries Tak had sustained and the girl that lay still in his arms who was far worse off. Lok slowed his pace to match step with him.

"Hey there buddy, you don't look too good. What'd he do to you?"

"I'll be fine, Lok." He lied. Tak's arms ached and he didn't think he would be able to bring the girl any further than the hut's threshold.

"Here Lok, take her."

Tak handed the girl's limp body over to his friend, who was unsure if he should take her or not. Once she was no longer in Tak's grasp he plopped down onto the floor of Jibulba's hut in a huff. He watched as Jibulba and Lok disappeared into one of the back rooms to care for the girl's wounds. He wanted to get some sleep before they pestered him about the damage he had sustained. Too tired and worn to move his aching body to rest on the couch made of wood and reptile pelts, he simply curled up where he sat on the ground and let sleep induce him.

-BREAK-

She didn't know what to do anymore…she couldn't remember what had happened. Her parents had just left her to fend for herself, not caring that they had left there youngest to the harsh will's of nature. Her sadness was so much that her little heart could no longer contain it and the young girl let her tears fall. Everyone had forgotten her…everyone. She sat huddled under the lip of the Temples façade, hugging her knees to tightly to her chin. For the first time in a long time the daytime air grew chilly and the sky rained. The gods felt her pain and sympathized with her, crying with her. She new she wasn't alone but because her own loved one had left her behind it didn't feel that way.

"Miya…Diya..sniff…lojori misar quikt ka mi…lojori." She cried over and over again.

The more she sobbed the harder the rain beat against the hot sand. She pressed her face into the crook of her arm and let her tears flow freely. Soon she felt a shadow pass over her and she looked up to see a man standing before her. It was too dark and she couldn't clearly see his face. Just looking at this girl made his insides twist in discuss at the sight of her pathetic balling. He pondered if he should just leave her there to die of exposure or perhaps drown in her own tear and the rain. However, the sight of her tears made him think twice. She was so small and so young. She was too innocent to be condemned to such a fate. He knelt down and looked at her water filled eyes. He reached his hand out towards her face but her fear would not allow him to touch her and she slapped his hand away.

"Uttwik hinma mi!" She screamed.

Without even a yell of surprise at the girl's actions, the man looked at his hand to find that it had been scorched. Glancing back up at the young girl, he was startled to find that her eyes were alive with a yellow – orange light as she glared at him, her hand glowing with the same light.

"Its alright little one. I'm not here to hurt you."

He tried again to reach for her face. She flinched away but he forced the contact despite her not wanting it. She was surprised at how gentle his touch was against her cheek regardless of his callused fingers. She had missed such a soft feel and only cried even more and threw herself into the stranger's arms.

"Ti miya nad diya misaring fesh?" she asked into his shoulder.

His strong arms embraced her and stroked her wet hair.

"No they're not coming back."

"Ut biori tum namias mi livik dachem?"

To have this girl ask him such a question made him feel sorry for her pain.

"If they still loved you, little one, they wouldn't have left you here to fend for yourself."

The girl's frail body shook with a sob against his body and he held her tighter. She could feel his aura engulf her. It was dark and evil but comforting and she didn't care, she just wanted to be held again like her parents did and be loved by someone again. Despite his corrupted heart, he felt for this poor girl. He made a promised to be there for her, to protect her, to take her in as his own.

"Don't worry young one. I'll take care of you till you can look out for yourself. But you have to behave yourself and do as I ask. Ok?"

He let go of her so he could look at her face to face. She wiped away the tears from her face with the back of her hand.

"Mi winhickyashmy." She replied with a forced smile.

He scooped her up in his arms again and walked away from the Temples façade.

"What is your name?" he asked.

"Mi uttwik jarra. Mi uttwik vimarag."

The man looked at her in surprise.

"Well you need a name don't you? Can't just call you a excido pupilla. When we get home you can rest and then we can think of a name for you."

The girl gave him a beaming smile as they left the deserted village behind. She was glad to have a family again, adopted or not. Did he have kids of his own? Maybe she can have some brothers and sisters. That thought made her smile even more. With one last look at her old home, she reached into her pocket and drew out a hollow cylinder and began to play a sad song as her own goodbye.

-BREAK-

Tak sat in a chair at the head of the bed watching the girl as she cried in her sleep. His injuries had been tended to after she was taken care of, His chest wrapped up in a yellow cloth. The girl's burn in her side had been rubbed down with one of Jibulba's ointments and wrapped as well and her head was wrapped in a cold soaked cloth to lessen the swelling of the bump she had gained from the falling boulders. It had been almost 4 days since was brought to the village. Every once in a while she would say something that Tak could not make out. No doubt it had something to do with what she was dreaming. There was a nock at the doorway. Tak turned to find Lok standing there looking a little bored.

"Tak buddy. How you doing?" he almost shouted when he entered the room.

"SH! I'm fine."

Lok came to stand next to the end of the bed, looking down at the crying, sleeping girl.

"What she crying about?"

Tak shrugged.

"I don't really know. Do you know when she'll wake up?"

"Do you think that when she does, she'll be interested in locking lips with The Loc?"

Tak gave Lok a look of annoyance and disgust. Lok was always acting like such a womanizer and it got on Tak's nerves a good majority of the time. A small moan came from the bed as the girl finally roused awake. Her eye's eased open and the first thing of which she saw once she fully aware of her surroundings, was Lok's face not even 3 inches away from her's. She stared at him with wide frighten eye's.

"Hey beautiful." He said to her in a seductive voice.

"Uttwik hinma mi!" she screamed at him, pushing him away from her.

Lok landed with a thud on his backside on the floor. Despite the injuries that were inflicted upon her, she jumped out of the bed, ready to make a beeline for the door.

'This girl is really easily to scare.' Tak thought to himself.

Before she had her chance to step through the doors threshold, Tak grabbed a hold of her wrist, forcing her to stop. She rounded on him in anger and fear. She opened her mouth to shout at him to unhand her but she stopped when she realized who had seized her.

"Calm down, we're not going to hurt you." He looked down at Lok who was slowly picking himself up off the floor.

"I apologize on behalf of Lok. He can be an idiot at times." He laughed

"Gri yeldois mi. Jit gri." She smiled. She nodded toward Lok with a sad and regretful look.

"Mi sif basory."

Tak let go of her wrist and she stood her ground just staring at him. Then her eyes began to cloud with tears.

"Mi ral kila kitsu gumu grot utisn ka gri nad mi gaffitiswik yawim kitsu. Hir gri 'k?"

Tak didn't understand a word that she said and Lok stared blankly at her.

"She's speaking in tongues." He whisper to Tak.

She saw their confusion and pointed at Tak's wrapped torso. He waved it off.

"Oh, I'm fine. By the way, I'm Tak." He stated pointing to himself. "And you've already met Lok."

Lok waved at her and gave the prettiest smile he could display.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice full of curiosity.

DC: O! Another small cliffhanger. I think I can get used to doing those. LoL. Well I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I'll try to have the next one up in a week or 2 at the least. Wow, chapter 4 up already. Wow…