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Hahaha chapter two. >3 This update was really fast, yes..cause I've had this chapter pre-written. >>;'' And barely anyone reviewed..you bad bad people. :p It's okays I loves you anee-way gawk gawk, I drewed Elynn/Quin so.so.so.so here's the piktur: http/ mysite. verizon. net/vze2bqg2/Quin.jpg (rawr just erase the spaces where I put them. ;p) . Now you all know what she looks like. :D Okai- enjoy the chapter.

If I could Fly

Chap 2

Death Isn't the End

They've been traveling for a while now, a long, long time maybe three days, or two. The amount of time that they have been traveling for didn't really matter. Elynn and Arik mostly traveled in silence, a couple of short conversations were sprung now and then. Elynn learned that Arik, like Elynn, was an only child. Unlike Elynn, though, Arik's parents passed away while he was young, Elynn did not ask for the reason, because the subject was much to painful on Arik, since she knew very well there wasn't much happiness behind his very kind smile.

For the past couple of days Elynn was so pre-occupied with getting as far away from Prontera as possible, that our travelers forgot all about taking a rest in their journey, so far. They never even stopped to eat! Although, now that Elynn was satisfied with the distance between her and the dreadful city, did she start feeling the horrible ache in her legs and the building up hunger in her stomach.

"Arik, can we…errr take a break, please?" Elynn mumbled, as she broke the silence.

"Yes please." Arik sounded relieved, he was tiring out himself, but Elynn seemed so determined to move fast, that he couldn't stop.

There was just one problem of food though; Arik very well knew that both of them were quite hungry. Right on cue, a wolf made it'sway towards Arik.

"There goes the problem of food" Arik thought to him self with a smirk as he reached for his sword.

Not a moment too soon, Arik's sword struck the unsuspecting wolf. The wolf was dead before Elynn could realize what had happened, she looked down at the defeated creature, blood slowly seeking it self out of its body, free from its imprisonment. The crimson fluid made it self around every bit of barrier it might have, not stopping, it was almost hypnotizing. Then it hit her, something has died right in front of her face. As soon as that thought washed it self over her mind, Elynn momentarily shut her eyes and looked away.

Arik was not phased by the death, being a knight he's kind of used to the creatures dying, but unlike the others Arik doesn't kill those who don't attempt to attack first. Shaking everything out his head, Arik began to set up a fire.

Elynn woke up before Arik did, so she took the time to think about what's going to happen next, leaving Prontera doesn't really solve all of her problems, but it does give her a chance to start new, make a new life for her self; hopefully this one would be better, sure she'd never be able to forget things that happen, but that doesn't stop- her thoughts were interrupted by the stirring of her new friend.

"So you're awake?" a masculine voice sounded it self through Elynn's ears.

"Yes, I just woke up." She replied.

"Did you have a nice rest?" Elynn nodded and they decided to set back to their traveling. The faster they get to Geffen, the better.

Arik and Elynn must've been traveling for at least four hours, conversation was a little better, Arik told Elynn all about hunting monsters, and the legend of humans, monsters and gods. He also told her about him being a knight, and other topics were sparked between the two.

Everything felt relaxing, until their peace was cruelly interrupted, a huge mob of creatures that Elynn did not recognize mobbed around the two friends. There were hundreds of them, and their faces didn't exactly convey a happy feeling. Roars were coming from deep inside their throats…and each one of them held a weapon.

Elynn gulped at the sigh and got behind Arik, her eyes grew in fear, she heard Arik mumble, "orc heroes" in disgust.

Before Elynn could tell what happened, she saw Arik thrusting his sword in to many directions, knocking out the orc heroes one by one, but even though many were falling, the number of orcs only seemed to increase. They were mobbing in on them, making their space smaller and smaller. Arik was tiring out, heavy panting was making it self out of his lungs, but he didn't stop. Slash, slash, slash! For every one that fell, two extra appeared. There was no way that they could win.

Preoccupied with slashing the monsters in front of him, one crawled its way behind Arik, and Elynn spotted him a moment too late.

"LOOK OUT!" she screamed, but the second she said it, she heard a loud thud. She was too late.

Elynn was spinning frantically as the mob of orc heroes were out to consume her, was this their end?

Reddish tones filled the landscape and slipped through every single crack, making it self known and visible. The view was peaceful and quite beautiful, except for one thing throwing it off. One thing to show that it isn't what it seems, that the all too peaceful view was home to the bloodiest violence, and the saddest of endings.

Zen's lifeless body was lying on the ground, exactly where it was left, not too long ago. He was a mess, his naturally rich and shimmering golden hair, was a wreck with traces of dried blood staining the color. His clothes were tattered and ripped, blood still oozing out of his now beat up skin, then forming a crimson bed around Zen's frame.

A young priestess was making her way back from Geffen, her dark brown hair neatly tied up in a pony tail behind her. Even though she was young, she was a rather skilled priestess, one of the only to be capable of resurrecting. Her ability to use the skill was limited though, since it required one blue gemstone each time. Gemstones are very hard to come across now, since Geffen was the only city to provide them, and Geffen and Prontera have been hostile with each other. A war was soon to arrive, and there isn't really anything that can prevent it from laying its deadly hand on the two cities.

It wasn't long till Zen came in to view for the priestess; a gasp escaped her throat as she was desperately trying to take in the change of scenes. She quickly wrapped her hands around the silver cross that was hanging around her neck at the same time she sat beside the stranger. She quickly dropped down beside Zen's scarred body and her hands flied towards his pulse, there wasn't one. Even though she knew he was dead from the beginning, the fact that now there was no question about made it made her feel swallowed by endless darkness. She couldn't just let this young man have his life taken away like that, taking out one precious gem out of her pocket the priestess quickly stood up and took a few steps back. A warm, flowing light was surrounding her frame and her hands were clamped together in front of her, she let her eyelids shut and a supple chant was heard through out the landscape, it sounded kind of like a song. The flowing light around her slowly made its way towards Zen embracing him. The chant became louder and louder and then she slowly stopped.

Catching her breath the priestess opened her eyes to check on the stranger, he started to breathe, slow and steady breaths. It was a couple of minutes before his eyes gradually fluttered open. Confusion was written all over his face as he tried to get up, but there wasn't enough strength left in his arms to support his weight, and he slumped back down on to the grass. The cuts and blood stains that once were covering him completely were gone. Except his clothes stayed tattered and blood stained, other than that he was fully alive, he was breathing.

The selfless priestess quickly jumped beside the resurrected human's body and sat down, a smile crossed over her face. She felt bad for this stranger because of how confused he was but at least now he was alive.

"I, erm, s-saw you and I er..kind of" She stumbled, trying to explain her situation to him, but his delicate facial features were still deeply puzzled.

The priestess took a deep breath and after a few moments, which felt like for ever, she tried to explain the situation again but before she could let out any sound his eyes widened in shock and pain. His memories were coming back to him. The unfamiliar person's face was going through a series of emotions as his memory was returning in to his already fragile mind. His face then settled on anger, she swore that his eyes almost had a red glow to them. With sudden strength he got up towards the kind hearted priestess, angry energy surrounded him and he extended his arms towards the priestess' neck. In one swift motion he had his arms around the female's neck in a promising grip and in a deep growling voice he demanded, "Where is she?"

The priestess let out a gasp, she struggled for breath. The same question, or threat sounded it self in her ears, she shook her head. "Where is who?" She gulped out, struggle painted on her face and she started turning really pale. The stranger growled and threw her away. He smirked as she landed in a painful bunch on the ground, a mixture of dirt and blood stained her outfit. In between the lack of air, and the strong impact she made against the ground the battered priestess was desperately struggling on her grip with consciousness, but no matter how hard she held on it was slowly slipping away from her fingers.

Zen gave the half-conscious woman one last look before he started walking away, towards Prontera. His anger still flickering around him like fire, she actually dared to harm him, and go as far as murder at that. Her actions will not be tolerated. He wanted revenge, it did not matter that he was alive; she will pay, slowly and painfully. The guy smirked to himself and started walking to wards his home city, there are many things to be done.

Arrelia looked at the retreating person, at the back of her mind something was telling her that she had made a mistake, that she shouldn't have resurrected him.

"What is this world coming too?" she sighed, her fragile world was breaking up even more. After everything the young priestess lived through, she couldn't believe that the one thing that everyone told her was a good quality now became a bad one. The priestess' good quality was supposed to be her kind heart, her love for all people and her ability to forgive, perfect for what she was. But now, more and more times she regretted forgiving, and giving people another chance.

The look on his face alone was enough to terrify her, what ever this man was planning she had to stop it, she couldn't help but feel the blame if anything terrible happened, she wouldn't forgive her self.

Slowly she lifted her self up on to her arms and then off the ground, walking back towards Prontera- being careful not to come across the one who's life she saved, but only to end up regretting her moves. Her past slipped it self back in to her mind; she couldn't help but ponder it. As much as Arrelia wished for it to be so, she didn't come from a happy family that supported her decisions in her life, she didn't have an annoying little brother or a helpful older sister, in reality Arrelia had no family at all.

Ever since she could remember Geffen and Prontera weren't exactly on friendly terms, well they were getting slightly better- people weren't automatically murdered on sight if they were suspected to come from either of the cities.

"A little to late now," she mused to her self as a painful smirk crossed her delicate features, and tears prickled at the ends of her eyes. Every time the young woman thought of her past the knot in her stomach would rise and threaten to break her sanity.

It was no ones fault, only their bad timing. Her parents were not bad people; in no way to they deserve what was coming. Her parents were not special or out of the ordinary, they were just a couple in love. Geffen, as it turned out, was not the city the family belonged in- so they longed to find a new home, a new life. They were slowly making their way to Prontera, when two guards stopped them. Arrelia could still see the evil smirks on their faces, their eyes filled with bloodlust. She can feel her self back in to her four-year old child form, gripping her mothers hand, she was terrified of what was going to happen. Before she knew it, Arrelia felt her mother push her away gently- and she saw one of the guards raise a weapon.

"Run Arry, run!" even now, she could hear her mother's voice.

The priestess clearly remembers looking up at her mothers face, it was calm- as if she knew what was coming, after another gentle push Arrelia ran away and hid behind and tree, being just a child she couldn't not look from behind the tree- to only see the most cruellest sight she would see ever in her life.

Both of her parents, the closest people to her were on the floor, a deep red liquid was slowly oozing out from behind them, pooling around them. Arrelia could not stand to look at her parents' faces, but she did see their hands tightly holding each other, and that made the image all the more harder to bear.

The priestess could feel her self running away from the sight, running away from the laughing monsters- to her they were monsters, they forced her world to crush down, break apart in to little pieces! Arrelia could not believe that the hostility between two cities could cost such pain, in no doubt was she not the only one to loose somebody close to her, someone that really mattered!

Being just a child, Arrelia could not run too far, so eventually she sat down by a tree and cried her little heart out, tears swelling her eyes and dropping down on the grass, to be lost completely. Her head was buried in her hands, but then she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Arrelia looked up at the intruder, her eyes puffy from crying. It was a boy a couple of years older than her, dressed in strange attire- now the priestess knows that he was a thief, but being a naïve child that she was, she didn't know.

The boy looked at her for a couple of minutes, then the tips of his lips curled up slightly, barely noticeably. "Don't cry."

Arrelia could only wipe her tears away, as she stared at this stranger in awe. The simple words began to weave a kind of friendship; he helped her, and in some ways made her stronger. Arrelia could almost feel like the world wasn't all bad, like there were actual good people in the world, and knowing that she knew that she wanted to help those people, she also knew that she didn't want another innocent child losing their family and all that was dear to them the way that she had. But as quickly as the boy came in to her life, he left it

Ah yes here's another chappie. ;> Don't forget to review and tell me what you think, sorry for the little cliffy with Arik and Elynn, I'm sure they hate me rght now for not getting them out of the sticky situtation..but they can wait. Oi put those tomatoes down people. D+hides+

On to review-responses

Anony-Nymph: Oo; I disabled those? Ooops..+enables+ gomen. :p I'm glad you like Quin, and thank you about my writing.. 3 Haha..I thought I italized the thoughts..maybe I didn't..whoops..+;; I'll do that. >O ; Zen is a jerkface...we'll all grow to hate him, I'm sure. And thank you again, I'll try to be more positive about my writing. ;