Well, it's me again, I decided, since i was on a roll, I might as well write as much as I could in one sitting.

As always, compliments and advice are always welcome, criticism... not so much, but I know I can't stop you from typing it. If you think it's worth typing, please make it worth reading and actually make a point.

Since I'm typing this before I've posted my first chapter... I don't have much else to say... well then, on with the story!

:The Revelation: She's not Alone:

The bed was warm.

The sheets were soft.

The air was cool.

The room was dark.

She was not where she should be.

A sound...

The door opening.

A voice.

Someone was peeking in to see if she had awoken yet.

Was it one of the little creatures with demon wings and black puffs?

What did they want her to do now?

Hadn't she done enough for one day?

The Viera kept her eyes lidded, just opening them a fraction to take in her surroundings.

She didn't understand where she was.

She remembered her last task, getting a bomb to use Blowup.

She had spent most of the day killing them, yet each one refused to use their last ditch move.

In desperation, she had made herself as vulnerable as possible, ensuring the spell would do as much damage as it could.

She remembered taunting the final bomb with everything she had, remembered the deafening explosion and the searing heat.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the door opened a little wider and a girl with red hair walked into the room.

"Are you awake?" Her voice asked. There was something strange about the voice.

She didn't recognize it.

She had been there long enough to know everyone by the sound of their voices, but this voice was new, full of energy, yet concerned.

Anywhere had to be better than there.

She opened her eyes a bit more and sat up a little. "Who are you?"

Ritz jumped as the mysterious girl spoke. Something about her voice was odd.

"My name is Ritz. How are you feeling?"

"I am fine," The girl responded, sitting up a bit more and gasping in pain.

"No you're not!" Ritz quickly stepped over to the bed.

The girl reacted like Ritz had tried to stab her.

Reaching under her shirt, she grasped a pendant and pulled it out, obviously intending to defend herself.

"Easy, easy!" Ritz wasn't sure what the pendant was, but she didn't want to get into a fight with someone she was trying to help. "What's your problem?"

"My injury is nothing to worry about," just remaining upright caused the girl to spasm in pain.

"What are you talking about?" Ritz tried to step closer, but the girl tensed up again, holding the pendant infront of her like a shield, then spasmed a third time.

"I said it's nothing."

"Listen. I don't know what you're playing at, but you're badly wounded. Apparently my Cura wasn't enough yesterday, so please let me help you.

The girl shook her head defiantly and Ritz growled with frustration. "Look, apparently you don't want my help, but can you at least tell me your name?"

For a moment, Ritz didn't think the girl was going to answer, she turned and headed towards the door, when the Viera finally spoke, "Haku... I think my name is Haku."

"Well at least... Wait a minute, you think? What do you mean you think? Don't you know your own name?"

"I remember little before I came here."

"What do you mean, 'came here'?"

"Since I came to this world."

"WHAT?" Ritz yelled.

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"WHAT?" Myrche yelled, causing everyone in the pup to stare at him. He apologized for disturbing everyone and sat back down, unable to believe what he'd just heard.

"That's what I said," Ritz had a grim look on her face. "She wouldn't give me any details, but apparently she is from the same world we are."

"What was she doing with all those bombs?"

"She won't tell me. She's hardly said a word since she told me where she was from. She won't even let me heal her wound."

Myrche sighed. "Maybe I should try to talk to her, she might say something else."

"Why not? Can't hurt to try. Bring her some food though. Call it a hunch, but I don't think she's eaten in a while."

He got up from the table, grabbed a plate of food, and walked to the back of the pub, where the pubmaster had kindly permitted the girl to stay until she was feeling better.

He found the door he was looking for and knocked twice. "Miss Haku, are you awake?"

Silence, then... "Who are you?"

"My name is Myrche. May I come in?"

"Alright."

He opened the door slowly and saw the girl propped against the headboard of her bed. The same blue crystal pendant Ritz had seen held before her like a shield.

"Are you hungry? I brought you some food. If you're not going to accept treatment, the least you can do is eat."

"What do I have to do?"

"What do you mean?" Myrche was confused, he didn't think he'd asked her to do anything.

"What do I have to do for the food?"

"Nothing, I just want you to get better," he held the plate out to her, but quickly snatched it back as she lunged forward and swiped at it.

"Poison!" the girl hissed as she winced in pain and backed as far away from him as she could, which wasn't far, as she still couldn't leave the bed.

"What are you talking about? There's no poison in this food."

"No meal is free in this world unless there's something in it. What is it this time? More toxins? Dream drugs? Or is it more 'enhancers' as your friends call them?

Myrche stared at her blankly, he couldn't begin to fathom what could have happened to her to make her like this.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"That's what he said last time."

Myrche opened his mouth to ask who "he" was, but thought better of it. "Is there any way I can convince you to eat this food?"

"No," the girl replied shortly.

He sighed and sat down on the floor, slowly placing the food within arms reach from the bed, in case she changed her mind. "If your not going to eat, are you willing to talk?"

"What is there to talk about?"

"Where do you come from?"

"I've already answered this question a million times, I'm from a world where this is all just a game, an illusion. Nothing here really exists."

Myrche was almost certain this girl was from Earth, but he had to make sure. "What can you tell me about that world?"

"Nothing I haven't already said. I can barely remember anymore. I can barely remember my name, not that it's been of much use to me. I can't remember my mother, father, or even my best friend," a tear crept into her eye as she mentioned her friend.

"Would it help if I talked about it?" Myrche asked tentatively.

"What would you know?" The girl spat. "If you think you know about my world, fine, enlighten me. I don't even remember anymore, but since you seem to know, tell me what kinds of food there is in my world."

Myrche didn't know why, but he smiled to himself and said two words, "Pizza and McDonalds."

Everything flipped upside down as the girl shot from the bed and tackled him to the ground. "What is that world called?" she demanded in shock as she pinned his arms to the ground with her knees, leaving her arms free to strike him if necessary.

Once again Myrche smiled to himself and replied simply, "Earth."

Tears poured from the girls eyes, she couldn't believe it.

She collapsed against him, sobbing. "Finally, finally... Someone found me."

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Well there you have it, chapter 2 done, and all in one night too.

I know not a lot happened in this chapter. I'll admit it was a lot of talking, but I'm really trying to put emphasis on how this girl was treated so badly, that all of these reactions are instincts she developed during what happened to her.

Once again I ask that if you thought the story was good enough to read all the way to the bottom, Isn't it good enough for you to leave a comment on?

As always, compliments and advice are always welcome, I can't control criticism, but please make sure it has a point!

the writer

DNA