Disclaimer: would I be on Fan Fiction if I created +Anima?
Chapter Five
Tom made his decision, but he changed his mind: He was leaving with Memoir. There was a small god-bye session and they left the Kim-Ur-Kle tribe for the journey to Asteria.
About noon, Tom spoke up, "Memoir, you have to promise me something."
"Yeah and what is it?" she responded.
"Well," he said slightly blushing, "you gotta' promise me that you will someday take me back to my parents. It kinda' sounds weird but I still miss them. So, I would like it if you could do that."
She laughed, playfully, "Yeah, I'll promise you."
Tom looked at her concerned, "well you just can't say it like that, Memoir. It doesn't sound at all real. So at least make it sound right."
Memoir closed her eyes and said, quietly, "I promise I will take you-" she started to laugh, "I-I'm sorry, it sounds like I kidnapped you or something." She continued to laugh but when she opened her blue eyes, she saw that Tom was starring at her seriously. "Ha, umm, I promise I will…show you back to your parents." She smiled and turned her head toward the horizon, "wow, it's dark already?!"
Tom looked ahead, "that's because it's winter, the days are shorter than the nights, or at least that was what my mom told me."
"Winter, huh? Sounds cool," she said, unknowing the real purpose of winter: snow.
"More literal than you think. Winter is the coldest time of the year," he laughed flapping his feathered arms. "And it snows, don't you know? It snows in Sailand all the time."
She thrust her wings downward and said, "Never been out of that tent. Or anything before the cage." She frowned to herself.
The sun slowly set behind the horizon and the world was engulfed with darkness. Alas, they kept on flying.
Memoir suddenly started flying really fast, "There, there it is!"
"What? What are you talking about?!" he called as he too brought his wings down and up quickly.
"Almost there! Just a little more!" she shot upward and then nose-dived at a start of a forest.
"Wait!" Tom yelled as he struggled to keep pace with his +anima friend.
Memoir stopped abruptly and touched down, ungracefully. She brought up her hands and yelled as loud as she could, "I'M FRE-!!" her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. She yelled again, "I'M FREE!!"
Tom landed and tried to pat her upper back but failed and was only able to pat her butt and down, "good for you, Memoir. I'm happy for you."
"We better go to a town 'cause I don't know about you, but I'm starving!" her words were followed with a groan of her stomach.
An hour or two later, they arrived in Sandra. Nobody was out and the only sound was a fountain spewing water into the air. Memoir rushed over to it and splashed her face with the water. "Cold!" she exclaimed as she backed away from the fountain.
"Yeah, it's water in the middle of the night, what did you expect?" Tom said from behind her.
"Warmness with a satisfying feeling," she replied. "Now where can we get some food?"
"I'd say the shops, but they look closed. Hmm, maybe if we go deeper into the city and we'll find one," Tom looked around.
Both he and Memoir walked deeper into the maze of buildings, hoping to find an open restaurant. Success came up and showed them a way to a small bread shop. Memoir burst through the door, "food?"
A lonely owner stood behind the counter, "food? Yes, we sell that here. It's 5 gillah a serving."
"gillah?" Memoir raised an eyebrow for she has never learnt about money.
"Here, I'll pay," Tom said pulling out a small coin, "this is 10 gillah, we'd like one each."
The owner greatly took the coins and handed over the bread. Memoir took not second thought and quickly devoured the bread, while Tom bit off several pieces. Tom said thank you they left the store.
"So where do we sleep?" Memoir asked.
He shrugged, "on a bench I guess. I don't have enough money to rent a room."
Memoir, being obvious to the concept of money said, "Why can't we go into one of those houses?"
"We don't have the money to, I just told you," he looked kind of annoyed, "plus, most of them have families in them that won't rent their houses out."
"Oh," she said finally getting it. They picked benches and they entered the land of sleep.
When they woke up, it was mid-day. People were busily buzzing to and fro. They started to walk around, but a apparently busy man crashed into them, dropping all of his so called 'important things' on the ground, "watch where you are going, you rascals!" he yelled picking up his 'important stuff', not mentioning that he, himself was the one not looking. In the rush he dropped two whistles onto the ground as he scurried away like a cockroach under an over turned rock. They picked up the whistles, happy that they wouldn't be giving them back to the rude man. Tom took a breath and blew into the whistle.
SCREEECCHHH!! The whistle made a horrible sound, as bad as fingernails on a chalkboard. Both Memoir and Tom covered their ears, trying to block the sound. Once they recovered, they looked around: nobody stopped, nobody twitched, nobody even reacted to the whistle.
Memoir tried her whistle, only softer. The noise still hurt their ears but it wasn't as bad as the first time. Still nobody reacted, save for one boy, older than Tom, but younger than Memoir. He was puzzled at the noise and walked toward them.
When he came up to them he asked, "You shouldn't blow that whistle, it hurts my ears."
Memoir smiled, "what, this?" she blew the whistle, slightly louder than the second time. They all flinched.
"Yes, that," he said rubbing his ears, "it looks like you can hear it to. Good, I know I'm not crazy."
"And why would you think that?" Tom asked.
He turned to Tom, "well, everyone else can't hear it, so I thought something was wrong with me."
"I can relate," he said back. "Just wondering, what's your name?"
"My name's Cooro." He smiled a toothy smile, "what's you two's?"
"I'm Memoir, and this is Tom," Memoir explained. "Why do you think we can hear the whistle and others can't?"
Cooro smiled again, "well duh, we're +anima. It's only obvious."
"What?" Memoir exclaimed, "How did you know?"
"I can tell if people are +anima or not, can't you?" he cocked his head sideways.
Memoir turned her head, "no, I can't."
"Hey," he changed the subject, "would you like to meet my friends?"
Teddie: MUHAHAHA!! Cliff hanger!
Cooro: Yay, I've been introduced!
Memoir: don't act so weird.
Cooro: but it's so awesome!
Teddie: I was originally going to have them work on a farm for a while but it would take to long and this sounded much better.
Husky: when are we going to be introduced?
Teddie: *rolls eyes* duh, next chapter.
Nana: hmm, what a lousy pay for cooking you 1000 frickn' cookies…*mumbles on about unfairness*
Memoir: but you had the Fast Forward Button, wasn't that awesome?
Nana: *crumbles* Yes it was so cool! *squeals*
