"Risa and Justine still haven't come back," Lewis said worriedly. A week had passed since he had last seen his star warrior friends. Transeo shifted uncomfortably in his consciousness.
I'm worried as well. Why don't you check on them? It's possible they forgot to tell you that they were fine, Transeo said. Lewis didn't take the time to respond, he only reached for his magic and he felt the world around his fade away.
The first thing he smelled was sulfur and smoke. He allowed his eyes to open slowly. Around him, the cloudy landscape was blackened by ash and silvery with blood. Lewis worriedly looked around. Everywhere buildings had crumbled and been destroyed. There were no bodies, and he saw no signs of life.
"What happened here...?" he gasped.
I don't know, Lewis. Look around, there may be clues, Transeo said honestly. Lewis set his mouth in a grim line. Seeing this sort of destruction brought back unwelcome memories of Perfidia and the battle of the warriors, something he would much rather forget. He looked down and quietly walked through the battle ground, searching for something to tell him what had happened. He carefully walked into a heavily damaged building. It seemed to be an old library.
Lewis placed his feet on the sturdiest wood planks on the floor and made his way to the sooty shelves. Many of them were over turned, and books lay sprawled in all directions. Lewis picked up one of the books and opened it to the first page. In hurried handwriting, there was only a name.
'The Virgin Moon.'
Lewis cocked his head. "Don't they mean 'the Virgin Mary?'" he asked.
No, the Virgin Moon is a bit like the star warrior equivalent of Mary. (Another name for her is 'The Lady of the Moon.') It's a book of religious stories, though I've never read them. Few star warriors do, in truth. They're very old, and they remember everything they have not been forced to forget and they don't remember the Lady of the Moon, therefore, they don't believe in her. She's a fairytale, Transeo supplied. Lewis nodded and placed the delicate book on the floor in a nicer position than it was originally. He picked up another book and flipped it to the front cover.
'Light Unto Darkness'
Lewis mentally looked to his star warrior side.
It's a book on theories on how Perfidia went bad when no body had known about evil beforehand. (It's only recently been written as the star warriors on the whole only recently found out about her.) It's a collection of ideas, theological and scientific alike, Transeo explained. Lewis put the book on top of the first one and picked up another book. Yet again he checked the title.
'The Black Star'
It's a story book. Pay it no mind, Transeo said without even being asked.
'Human/Star Warrior Breeding: A guide to the Hybrid'
"Okay, these things are just getting ridiculous," Lewis said, sighing.
You could try reaching out to the star warriors. They are your family, and you have a bond with them, Transeo said.
"You're telling me this now?" Lewis asked.
It's dangerous.
"Everything that has to do with my aunts is dangerous."
Very well. Reach out for them as far as you can, until they wouldn't evade you even if they were light years away...
Lewis closed his eyes and reached. Farther and farther he went, until he felt a spookily familiar cold sensation take him. He was suddenly falling through a black hole, deeper and deeper until he couldn't see or feel anymore, and then, all went black.
Wilbur's Time
Chron felt his spirit stone flash with a warning he had been expecting ever since his revelation in the storm. The corners of his mouth turned into a tense frown and like water he swiftly walked through the mansion to where he knew Wilbur to be.
"Hey, Chron! Where are you going?" a familiar voice said. Chron looked up from his stone to see a gold-colored robot stretch into view.
"I was searching for Wilbur, Carl. Do you know where he is?" Chron said in unusually stiff language. Carl cocked his head confusedly.
"He's in his room doing his homework. Are you okay?" he asked concernedly.
"I'm fine," Chron said, trying to push past the robot. His mouth pulled a very tightlipped frown when Carl refused to move.
"Seriously, little guy. What's wrong?" Carl said. Chron ignored the total déjà vu feeling he was getting and merely shoved past Carl.
"Come on! Something's wrong!" Carl apparently was more insistent than Wilbur was. He stretched out one of his arms and latched firmly on Chron's shoulder with his hand. It was then that Chron's uncharacteristic anger made him snap.
"LET ME GO!" he shouted, twisting in Carl's grip like a caged animal. He sent a flare of white hot silver fire to the hand that held him. Carl let go and Chron turned into silver mist, spinning down the hall and out of sight. He didn't turn around once to see the robot holding his horridly burned hand with a hurt expression on his face.
A/N
Okay, I'm realizing that these chapters are short. They are probably going to stay that way until I really get started with the plot. Please don't hate Chron: he has a good excuse for his actions. (-does little happy dance- My parents got a new computer fast! My parents got a new computer! Now I just need to find all my old files!) Review please!
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