Well, Ch. 9 or so... maybe...? I can't remember. Anyway, i hope you guys (girls included) enjoy the story. Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with ToS or Namco Bandai at all.
The Glorious Revolution sat in the newly constructed airship port, floating amongst the large masses of onlookers who gazed at the magnificent marvel, on created in their hometown of Sybek. The ship had garnered the attention of hundreds, with people from cities such as Flanoir, Triet, and Meltokio flocking to watch history take flight. Even scholars gave it a second glance, their pace quietly slowing as they passed the immense bird, both engines being prepared for flight. The town's mayor stood before the ship, his face beaming with radiant light and cool charisma. Two attendants prepared a bottle of Meltokio potion, one needed for the christening of the ship.
Itself, the machine was a technological achievement, one that only few could possibly begin to fathom. It could outlive the useful longevity of the Rheiards, being more passenger-friendly to the world. The Glorious Revolution held approximately 300 people, plus a crew of around 40, a captain who drove the ship, and had room for the royal family. The hull was constructed out of mythril and orichacalium, while it used a holy Beech wood for the interior and exterior paneling. Both the galley and the dining theatre were lavishly decorated, with King Tethe'alla donating the random frippery from chandeliers to the decadent décor that was sporadically spaced about the cabins and halls. Cabins, themselves, had the finest luxuries, all of them being marble suites, accompanied by soft, feather mattresses from the rare cockatrice bird. The exterior of the ship was a light brown, stained to withstand the elements. Blacks and reds were constantly seen throughout the theme, accentuating the deep browns. An oak staircase stood in the main foyer, welcoming passengers and presenting the main halls.
Lloyd and Yuri pushed their way through the crowds, fighting with other passengers to get to the concierge who was accepting tickets for the ship. An overweight woman rammed her chest into Lloyd, sending him reeling away from Yuri.
"Lady, what the hell you doing?" Yuri, who was starting to get angry, shouted at the crowd, throwing the scabbard off his sword. Second Star gleamed brightly, the katana's blade reflecting brilliantly. Lloyd readjusted himself, gaining balance again.
"Yuri, I'm fine, just keep moving…" His voice was barely a whisper, one fighting the massive crowd the lurched in place as a steady stream of people entered the large luxury airship. They both pulled off to one side, waiting for the crowded crowd to thin a little.
"What pompous assholes."
"Whatever. Just ignore them. She probably can't see you, or even hear you. Her girth is in the way."
"Not if I cut her up. Just a lithe slash here…" He quickly drew the blade, making a forward motion in less than a second.
"Fine, fine. Just go kill her, honestly." His sardonic voice inflection pushed against Yuri, one who hated for anyone to be sarcastic, save himself.
"Well, you do what you want. I'm getting on board; it would be wise if you would do the same." Lloyd waved him off as he scanned the ship. Secretly, Lloyd was enamored by the beauty of the craft. He had never witnessed anything near this before, but then again, no one else had. Yuri, somehow, was unaffected by it, seeing it as he saw anything else. He just scrutinized it was a harsh glare, not bothering to cough in its direction. The ship started lurching, yet Lloyd didn't even realize that it was disembarking.
"Lloyd! You dumbass! Get on board!" Yuri was waving at him, beckoning for him to come. The small staircase that had allowed passengers to get on started elevating, moving into a locked position whereas Yuri stood on the end, waving towards him. Lloyd dove for the stairs, latching onto the edge and pulling himself up.
"You actually paid my ticket?" His expression was one of shock, a stingy slap across Yuri's face.
"Hey, I'm not a total jerk. God, you remind me a lot of a girl I once knew. Rude and fiery, she was something else."
"Thanks, I guess…"
"Nevermind. It wasn't a compliment." He seemed to drift off, a different aura circling around him for the time being. His eyes became lazy, almost transparent as he lifted into a different world. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lloyd giving him an odd look and instantly shook it off. "But that's…behind me, now."
"Okay…" giving a stilted look.
"Just meet me back in the cabin. Later. Are we good?"
"More or less." Lloyd was confused now, but it seemed that Yuri, who apparently had secrets too, was going to share any of them.
"Everything's just a joke with you…" He stormed off, up the big staircase and to the left, towards the cabin that he rented out. Apparently, he was metaphorically steaming. No matter, thought Lloyd as he teetered around the room. Aboard the craft were several people he had known, including Regal Bryant and his esteemed company. He felt glad for the fact that he had the new armor. Not only did it disguise his appearance, it also gave him an air of mystery, one that kept the other people away from him. Black, he decided, was his new color.
He walked up the staircase, the grand foyer receding away into the ship, fading beyond his sight. Looking around, Lloyd noticed that the ship was sealed entirely, with the emergency exits locked and sealed with odd magical seals.
"I'll bet that Genis could decrypt this", he said, running his black clad hand across the smooth metal surface. Continuing past the door took him into the main dining theatre, which was even more ostentatious than the other parts of the ship. Platinum adorned the room, almost blinding the young man as he entered. Lights swayed to and fro, rocking gently with the methodic rhythm of the airship. The walls were embellished with large portraits of the wealthy, many people gathering around the life-size paintings. Regal, himself, had one, as did the King and Princess Hilde. Statues were the finishing touches, adding elements of rare metals that even the wealthiest would never hope to see.
"Lloyd, come on." Yuri, behind him, called out, his voice flat and free of frustration.
"I'll have to ask him where he got the Gald for these tickets…" "All right. I'm coming, just calm down." Lloyd, smiling like an idiot, walked over to him, the glory of the room rubbing off on him. Yuri led away from the theatre, walking down the multiple scarlet ruby hallways, Lloyd already lost in the colossal vessel. Finally, he slowed at a door, the number 249. As Yuri rummaged for the key, Lloyd glanced around the small hall, the bright light reflecting off his black, glossy armor. Yuri's had a red sheen, brightly glowing on his face. It looked familiar. "Yuri did say he was from Mizuho… But, that's… almost really hard to believe. He doesn't-"
"Lloyd, come on", he said, swinging the door wide.
"What happened to 'come later'?" Lloyd, once realizing the joy to a semblance of sarcasm and witticisms, couldn't stop himself from being a smartass.
"Lloyd, just stop. It kills me to hear you slaughtering smart comments. It's like a poorly said non-sequitur."
"What?" "Maybe", he thought, "I'm trying too hard."
"Nevermind. I knew you wouldn't understand." He continued into the room, scanning the commodities that were lying about. Their cabin was small, with almost barely enough room for both of them. Their beds, which were finely crafted down beds with small, abstract yet classic wooden frames, sat only feet apart. The paneling was stained dark brown along with haphazard shades of red.
Marble lined the bathroom, completely mounting a bathtub that sat in the corner of the room. A gold showerhead stood stalwartly above the tub, watching the small lavatory with unwavering confidence. Behind them, a large window stood, green pastures quickly flying by along with views of serene homes and burlesque trees. Water trickled through their vision, the view slowly hypnotizing Lloyd into a lethargic state.
"L-L…loo-o…y…d-d-d." Yuri's voice flocculated pitches, the muted speech slowly circling his head. The world wavered, Lloyd not noticing how Yuri formed a small fist with his hand. Closing his eyes, Lloyd was swiftly punched in the stomach, causing him to double over with strong bouts of pain.
"God", he coughed, cursing. "What the hell?!"
"Pay attention, idiot. I'm not going to repeat myself."
"You could have given me a warning…" Yuri's eyes lit up, scaring Lloyd further.
"It's a shame that you didn't hear me. I said your name a couple of times. That's more than a warning, to me."
"Whatever, jackass." Yuri, clenching his fist into another fist, shook his head. Just the sight made Lloyd cringe, the boy bracing for the punch. But, Yuri lowered his fist, an angry grimace left on his spiteful porcelain visage.
"You're worse everyday… You know that, right?" Rubbing his face, he continued. "Wil you actually listen for a second?"
"Yeah, I'm trying, I'm trying. Just calm down, honestly." It was a fact that Yuri reacted at the slightest sleigh of hand, making him angry and emotionally unstable. Not necessarily the best combination.
"Well, the ship is going to stop at Hima, as you should know." Lloyd nodded, listening intently. "The ship has a ledger of everyone who's on the ship. But, we're not on the list, neither of us."
"Why not?"
"Well, how do you think I came upon the tickets?"
"Nevermind." It was more that obvious that he had taken them, forcefully perhaps, from another person, one who was suppose to be riding in his stead.
"Anyway… We are going to get off, before the ship docks at the new Hima dock. We don't have the paperwork nor lodging logs to prove we're who we say we are."
"Hmm, smart thinking…" Lloyd thought the plan through, running every possible solution through his head. "But, how are we getting off? We can't sneak off, and jumping is impossible."
"It's not impossible." That cruel smile spread across his face, the one signifying that he had formulated a plan, albeit one that would involve Lloyd's pain.
"I can take a decent fall, sure. But that?" He looked out the window, the green forests passing them, hundreds of feet below. "I couldn't live that even if my exsphere was evolved."
"So what? Just trust me, we can do it."
"It's a little hard to, you know, believe." Lloyd gave a skeptic gaze, almost afraid as to what went on in his head.
"Lloyd, you're honestly useless sometimes." Yuri opened the door, turning away from the small cabin. He headed for the gambling hall, next to the main dinner theatre. Before going out of sight, he flashed another stare, this one of daggers and knives. Lloyd felt as if he was on pins and needles, a metaphoric danger zone. Turning towards the bed, he fell on it, watching the clouds pass by the ship. Gulls swooped and soared, their wings gliding them back and forth, cresting as they wafted through the effervescent energy of the twin engines. It left a lasting green light, with Lloyd slowing drifting to sleep, his mind wandering to thoughts of Sheena.
Two Rheiards were seen leaving a small base located in the Flanoir archipelago, them vanishing from sight as they traveled west. However, before they left, they had met with Yuan, the half-elf who ran the Renegades.
"You're actually just lending us them?"
"Yeah, that's not like you, Yuan."
"It's not your place to speak of me like that", he said with a slight sneer. "However, I'm not always like that. Besides, I'm in your, or at least Lloyd's, debt."
"True…" They walked to the Rheiard hanger, two of the glossy craft sitting in their respective recharging stations. The thick iridescent light shined down upon the vehicles, giving the craft an odd color sheen.
"So, where is Lloyd", questioned the silky voice of Yuan, his aquamarine hair falling before his eyes. "If memory serves, you two were… pretty close."
Sheena looked to the ground, her face swelling with color then losing it suddenly, leaving her deathly pale. "Um, we don't know", Genis quickly added. "That's why we kinda need the Rheiards."
"Well, it's not my place to pry…"
"Please, don't. I, I'd rather not talk about it", Sheena snapped, her voice changing pitches from the usually calm soprano.
"Trust us, it's not the best story around."
"Well, if you're unwilling, I can't do anything about that. But-"
"We know, don't worry. We know." The gate blocking them off slowly opened, revealing a blowing wind. Snow rapidly drifted in, a chilling arctic wind pelting them, a sharp storm of pinpricks and sharp needles. Sheena, after helping Genis on to his own vehicle, flipped her hood on, starting the craft up. Yuan, in his traditional crossed arms position, watched them, a light smirk upon his face. Using the automatic slingshots, they rebounded out of the hanger, and into the air and thick mana.
Both had been traveling for a few hours, slowly making their way towards the relocated town of Mizuho.
"So, what do you plan on doing when you, we find Lloyd?" Genis had been trying to break the ice, or so to speak, about this taboo topic. Her face was unreadable, the thoughts of Lloyd and Sheena… a complex mystery. He almost considered asking again, the Rheiards engines almost too loud, especially for conversation. "Sheena?"
"No, I heard you", almost reading his mind. "I honestly don't know." The hollow words hurt Genis as well as herself. Not only were the twin blades a constant, contemptuous reminder, they also gave her an interesting air, one of despotic character. Lloyd's swords, stained red from the years of use, had a dark, evil look to them; however, anyone who knew Lloyd and his fighting affinities were polar opposites.
"'You don't know? Shouldn't you be thinking about it, a little, or at least have given it consideration?"
"True, but… but, I probably couldn't even tell you even if I wanted to." The words were stingy, more vicious than she had intended. Tears threatened to grip the capricious tone, even the words cautiously awaiting her slow thoughts.
"Hmm…"
"Sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound like that. It's just, you know…"
"No, I don't know. Sure, Lloyd's been my friend forever, Hell, he was my first friend, the only one I ever truly had."
"What about everyone else, what about me?" Role reversal was never a big thing for her. Neither were pity parties. Sure, she felt bad. Nonetheless, she couldn't stand the both of them sitting, having a powwow of their feelings. "How about you put a little tea on the stove and fetch the cookies out of the oven? Then, we could have a pillow fight… God, it's like a little girl's sleepover."
"No, I really like you guys too. It's just that Lloyd was there, years before I met or dreamt of meeting any of you."
"How long have you known him?"
"Probably since I was around 6 years old, so 8-9 years, maybe." Sheena thought hard, the comical images of a super-miniature Genis waddling around with a midget Lloyd, both fooling in a small playground. She laughed but stifled it, noticing the serious look on his face. "Wait, wait, wait. Why are we talking about this?"
"Anything to get around your questions…" The words snuck out, guile overtaking her attitude. Her cocksure attitude was far from gone, however.
"What?"
"Nothing, just nothing." Both went back to the controls, dropping all conversations they were holding. The steady rhythm kept them company, absorbing whatever words they thought of speaking. They flew by large cliffs, riding along side them as greenery below brushed aside, the wind strong.
"…" Genis squinted ahead, scanning the horizon for anything that looked remotely like a town.
"Nice try. We're a lot more hidden than that."
"W-what?" He jumped, slightly surprised at what he had heard.
"Nevermind." She wouldn't continued, not if he didn't get a hint. Rubbing her face, she felt a large gust of wind smack her. Mauve hair flailed, blocking her vision. "Sylph! You wanna give it a rest?" The tri-fecta of spirits appeared, keeping speed with the Rheiards.
"One sec! Just…" said the high-pitched one.
"It's not our fault!"
"What are you talking about? How could anything else be controlling the wind? You are all spirits, ones with divine powers?!"
"Summoner Sheena, calm down." Another gust, this one intentional, slashed at her. She recoiled, the flying vehicle bumping up and down as she ducked in and out. "We've got it. But…"
"But what?" The three looked at each other, silently whispering to each other. Sheena was puzzled.
"It's nothing to concern yourself with. But… if we feel this becomes out of hand, we will come to you."
"What are you even talking about?" Sadly, the three ignored Sheena and dissipated into mana, returning to their original state.
"Sheena?" Genis had been watching, an outside interloper viewing the obscure struggles of a quad-couple, all fighting.
"No idea." She passed the whole thing off, re-focusing her attention ahead. "Oh, we're about there, too." The town of Mizuho loomed ahead, building as the horizon widened. The town had made quick work of the surrounding land, plotting their structures with grace and vivacity. Speaking of structures, building had been built, rising higher than they ever had before. Some were even built into the side of the nearby cliffs. Architecture was different, with ancient Asian patterns and pale tan colors. It blended with the rock facing perfectly, giving only the hint of a city if someone was to stare at it for a little while.
"Wow… It's really changed."
"Yes, it has." Sheena herself was astounded by the difference. When she had first arrived, before venturing off with Lloyd, the town was small, almost a perfect replica of their original village. "Anyway, we need to find Tiga. He should be helping out the village, probably from his office or something."
"What about your grandfather?"
"He's off being an emissary, last I heard."
"Oh. What happened to you being the chief? Didn't you become the next successor or something like that? I'm sure we were there…"
"Don't worry yourself with trivial details. But, I did lead, I mean I still am the chief of Mizuho. Tiga just has the experience so he helps me out by filling in when I'm gone. Also, grandp-, the old chief helps when he can, too."
"You seem to run efficiently using that kind of government. It almost seems kinda of simple to me, though."
"Like I said, don't bother yourself."
"Wow. It's almost like you're calling me stupid." Genis, who often misinterpreted comments, flaired.
"Wouldn't even think of it. Now, come on, let's land over here." She took a sharp left, coming down hard towards a small clearing near the town entrance. Hopping off the Rheiards, Genis packed both away in the small wing pack. Both headed on towards the gate, the guard bowing low as he noticed Sheena step in. She followed suit, continuing after they had given their formalities.
"Tiga. I have urgent news for you."
"Come in." A ninja slowly walked in, the door automatically closing behind him. He was dressed in full black, a reconnaissance scout.
"We have the follow-up report for Luin…" A small manila folder appeared, the ninja setting it on Tiga's desk. He looked at it, not bothering to flip through it. "There was nothing out of the ordinary, yet…"
"Mana was distributed oddly, wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was. We couldn't pinpoint it but mana seemed to be welling up in areas, especially the forests surrounding Luin."
"All right. Thank you for the report." The ninja nodded, turning on the ball of his heel and leaving the room with a quick, graceful step. The office empty, Tiga opened the window behind him, dropping a small piece of paper. Almost instantaneously, five blue ninja appeared, Orochi led the group, kneeling before the surrogate chief.
"Chief?"
"Time is of the essence." He slid a small rolled-up piece of parchment across the desk, Orochi snatching it as rolled onwards towards the group.
"What's this", reading the contents, a diminutive scroll with their mission on it.
"Something that needs to be investigated immediately. You're one of my best, so I am sending you."
"All right, chief. Also, did you realize who just came into the village?"
"Hmm…?"
"Oh, you'll see, soon enough." And as soon as the collection appeared, they disappeared, leaving Tiga to ponder the circumstances, and his closing annotations.
"Here?" Behind him, a loud crash sounded out, the distinct sound of earthenware shattering as it hit the rigid ground. Turning in the swivel chair, which was new to them, he noticed a certain grey-haired half-elf, one teetering on a foot, awkwardly apologizing for the disarray. The owner, evidently berating him, screamed, the annoying voices fluttering into the room. Quickly, Tiga shut the window and tided his small office, pushing random papers into their respective drawers. "Sheena's back?"
A dissonance of screeching halted the Glorious Revolution, a slow descent into the port of Hima directly on schedule. The newly erected port was a sight to behold, giving the entire town a different look. Following the change, new buildings evolved with the people who came, an amalgamation of architecture and technique. Buildings rose high, signifying the town's significance in the new world. It was alien yet familiar, with a tradition feeling and the original inn in place.
Lloyd indolently watched the flocks of people gathered around the port, the airship following his pace as it drifted feet above the port. He felt it, too: the difference within the place.
"It's been awhile." Colors blended together, the sun bleaching out brights and replacing them with washed darks. The ship rocked as the cradle started moving, grabbing the front of the Glorious Revolution. Yuri, rushing into the room, stared at Lloyd in disbelief. His lips moved at a rapid pace, his body language all over the place. Words spun around Lloyd, becoming less audible and more blurred. Yuri's face grimaced, the permanent frown scaring he inactive Lloyd.
"…Get…Up…Now…"
"Wow. Dragon Tours has a new building. They must be making Gald. And to think, we started the trend. That's kinda awesome." Lloyd smiled, completely ignoring the black clad swordsman.
"Lloyd, get the hell up! We're leaving now, and I won't hesitate to leave you behind", he said, the words finally clear to the thought wandering Lloyd. "Now, come on!"
"What?"
"Arrggg!" Yuri grabbed a handful of his outfit, yanking him out of the small bed. Violently shaking the young man, he ripped him away from the room, smashing him into walls as the two escaped the small confines of the hall. After hitting the wall for the fourth time, reality set back into Lloyd.
"W-where we going?!" A few confused occupants watched as both of them dashed away from the main foyer. The large landing gears could be heard scraping the sides of the giant ship, the docking staircase unlocking. Employees prepared, helping organize a line that stood before the giant exit.
"To the back, hurry!"
"Why are be leaving? It's about to dock, anyway."
"Exactly." Yuri, bashing a service door with his shoulders, pushed his way the back cargo hatch. A strong wind filled the large space, the back open, exposing the green trees of the nearby forests below.
"You've gotta be kidding me." Four back landing gears, all of which were slowly engaging to land, slid out of their positions, adding to the already strong wind. Letting go of Lloyd, Yuri walked to the edge of the airship, gazing below at the beautiful land, a majestic sky unblemished on a cloudless day.
"Ready?"
"This is honestly your grand plan? What, it's just so obviously safe to dive out of things, into the ground? You really just want to cast yourself into the thousands of miles of trees, killing yourself in the process?"
"Ready", paying no heed to the question and asking again.
"No. No way."
"Too late." He grabbed Lloyd's wrist, throwing him out of the back of the vehicle. Yuri, screaming with reckless abandon, dove out, as well. The slashing wind felt euphoric, giving birth to the newest of sensations. Small hacks appeared in his face, blood gently flowing into the wind, a crimson ruby streamer suggesting foolhardy courage. Lloyd put the hood around his face, holding it in place to block the wind. It lashed, coiling his cape around body, leaving him an odd convoluted mass.
Yuri shot headfirst into the breach, roaring with the mad confidence of a demon. Passing Lloyd, he sailed by the other, twisting and flipping in ecstasy. But as the trees torpidly approached, Yuri spread himself out, grabbing five small knives out a small pouch around his back.
"Yuri", bellowed Lloyd, panicking as he searched himself for something to stop the impending fall. "What the hell are we going to do?!" Overlooking the comment, he threw the kunai at five different trees. Large obtrusive wires strung out, creating odd shaped webs. Yuri caught himself in the strings, gripping one of them. It slowed him, tenderly setting him on the ground as Lloyd ripped through a few of the wires, none of them stopping him. And his bones shattered, leaving him in a mangled heap. Small debris fell on him, branches and leaves draping his body. Consciousness was trembling in him, only giving him a small blurred vision on the surrounding world.
"What a rush." Yuri's voice hardly had tone in it, but that could have been Lloyd's waning life. Yuri grabbed his blade and cut the remaining ropes, the stuff falling to the ground around him. "Get up."
"You think… I caaaan?" The words drifted lazily around in the air, a wounded sense of the world following. Looking him in the eyes, he noticed the bloodshot look of the horribly contorted boy.
"Useless." He grabbed his small pack, rummaging around for something. The pack seemed to be deeper, putting on the façade of a fanny pack with the usefulness of a large backpack.
"W-what are you doing?" His eyes closed, relaxing as the planet and its life around him started to fall out of sync, almost fading away. But, Yuri retrieved a small potion and uncapped it, swishing it around.
"Pathetic. I honestly expected a little more of you, of all people. But, then again, you are one of the most wretched people I have ever met."
"Wretched?" His eyes opened, quizzically staring at the annoyed swordsman.
"Hold still." He poured the solution over the warrior blade master, Lloyd vigilantly watching the gelatinous liquid slid out of the vial. Yuri's hand, or the wristband he wore, glimmering a brilliant azure, emanating an anomalous temperature. Lloyd stared at it, squinting and vacantly.
"Is it an exsphere or something else?" The opaque potion turned into pure mana, sprinkling around his body. It contained it, creating a massive oval around him, incarcerating him in health. He felt completely rejuvenated, something he hadn't felt in ages. It was nothing that a simple gel, let alone a complex healing art, would be able to accomplish.
"What was that?!" He stood up, checking himself. Not a limb was broken, not a scratch or scab standing out. Not only that, but his armor had regained its sheen, the dull coloring and scratches cleaned off. Turning his attention to Yuri, his confused gaze asked many questions. However, Yuri just smiled his enigmatic smile.
Sheena and Genis, having both spoken to Tiga directly, left his office, heading into town to restock their meager sign. They separated again, going to a store that reflected their respective needs. Again, when they met up, they went to Sheena's home, one of the largest complexes located within the village. It stood atop the Chief's council chambers, the shining beacon of the town. Entering, Genis set his equipment on the ground and plopped on the couch, a light chiffon yellow affair with comfortable matching pillows. Sheena followed suit, but decided to sit on the adjoining chair, a modest black leather chair.
"So, basically it looks like we have a situation, albeit a small one, in Luin." Genis pondered the new information, recently gained from the vice Chief, Tiga.
"Yeah, but should we honestly do anything?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Didn't the Chief, I mean Tiga, didn't he tell us that he sent a few down there?" As far as she was concerned, Tiga had sent a few different ninjas including Orochi, down there to quell the situation. And Orochi was enough.
"I doubt Orochi will be enough."
"Oh, I wouldn't be too concerned about Orochi. He's been on more than enough missions, and besides, there isn't anyone I would trust otherwise for a mission for the village."
"Still, I have an odd foreboding. Like, there is an evil welling…"
"Welling? You mean like the feeling you felt at the temples we once visited?"
"Yes and no. It's basically the same, but it has an evil sense to it. Like the energy that the Demon Arms radiated. Remember just being around them?"
She did. She more then remembered. "Now that you mention it, I feel kind of an awkwardly dull feeling, like pressure being pushed against my chest."
"And it kinda restricts you, but only a little?"
"Yes."
"That, Sheena, is mana." And Sheena had become sensitive of the mana, slowly becoming better than she had ever been before. It heightened senses, it helped her. And the legionnaire two ventured out towards Luin, the odd rupture of mana leading them to another one.
Sorry about the lack of fluff and all that. I promise that there will be some in the next chapter along with a battle sequence, if your into that. But anyway, i digress. please review and thanks. -AMP
