I'm not happy!! I've been more than generous and you people haven't given me one stinking review! (cough cough) And you know who you are. Seems I have only one true reader for this story, who I see every school day! Even gods review sometimes you know.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.

Chapter 5: The Eosye

Zari's eyelids fluttered but remained closed. She groaned softly.

"Is she waking up?" a small voice asked.

"I hope so," a second voice answered. It sounded exhausted and breathy. "Maybe she can tell us why Talme's out cold."

"I'm worried about both of them," the first stated. "Not just Talme."

"So am I," the voice said defensively. "But I'm not sure who I should be more worried about. Talme looks like your sister before she was buried and that one looks like she hasn't eaten in months. And did you see those burns on her legs?!"

"Yes I did. Please don't remind me."

"I wish Talme would wake up. She'd know who this girl is."

"Or if she wakes up first we can simply ask her."

"Tha'd work."

But Talme was the first one to speak. "Pikel...?" she asked tersely.

Phikel jostled his shoulder, "Talme's awake."

"Where's Zari?"

"Who?" Pikel asked.

"Do you mean the lavender skinned girl?" Phikel asked. "She's right beside you. She's still asleep."

"Is she pale?"

"We don't know," Pikel said. "Her skin is a light shade."

"Okay... Set up an incense bowl by her side. Phikel, use four suco leaves."

She shook her head, "I don't know what those look like."

"I do," Pikel said.

"Do it," Talme said with a nod. She closed her eyes. Her ears picking up the quiet flutter of Pikel's wings as he left the room. Zari? You still with me?

If I wasn't... then you would not be with me...

Right... Is it just me, or are you feeling like-?

I'm not feeling my best, no.

Okay, just making sure.

What?!

Just making sure you're not giving out.

Talme... I've been through a whole hell-of-a-lot worse... believe me.

A musty, brazen, and offending odor filled the air over their heads. Talme coughed softly while Zari's eyes screwed shut.

"Hold a moment," Phikel said. "Pikel will be back with the other necessities."

Pikel suddenly shot in through the window, nearly entangling himself in the curtains. He cried out as a corner came up and collided with him, sending the flowers he had been carrying to the floor. A howling gust made the trees rustle and the curtains billow. As the howling passed by the window Zari bolted upright, eyes open, fists clenched, sights set in a stone cold stare on the window.

Talme's eyes were also open as her body feed off of the sudden surge in Zari. She trembled as a cold chill swept through her system; the very warmth of her blood stolen away.

Phikel pulled Pikel up off the floor then flew to the opposite side of the room. Finally as the curtains settled her eyes shifted to look at the sitting figure. She gasped.

"What is it?" Pikel asked.

"She's..." Her eyes widened as Zari slowly picked herself up off the bed and walked to the window. Her legs wobbled but she either seemed not to notice or simply ignored it.

"Walking," Pikel said as if to finish her sentence.

Zari don't overdo it!

"I'm fine," Zari said in a chilling tone. She took another step toward the window and her knee gave out. She crashed to the floor. A growl left her throat as she pushed herself up on her shaky arms.

Phikel withdrew from Pikel and rushed to Zari's side. She landed beside Zari's clenched fist and rested her tiny hands on Zari's knuckle. "Please," she pleaded. "Pikel and I will make sure nothing happens. You must rest."

"You don't know what you're dealing with," Zari replied as she continued to lift herself up. "You don't know what she's capable of."

"Perhaps, but no one is here."

"She will..." Zari let out a long sigh and her arms collapsed. She laid there; still and eyes half closed.

"Shhh..." Phikel said. "You must rest, otherwise you'll never get better."

"Watch out for her..."

"We will," Pikel said as he came up beside Phikel. He too rested a hand on Zari's knuckle. "You just get some sleep."

"And you as well..." she whispered as her eyelids fluttered shut. "Rest."

Soft white light filtered through the curtains and laid on Zari's back, warming the blanket that had been thrown over her. The bowl of suco leaves had been put next to her and was sending the last few twirling wisps of smoke into the air.

Laughter echoed through the stone halls from down the corridor, making her stir. She drew a long breath as she opened her eyes halfway. Her body felt heavy, as if perfectly content to remain on the floor. She groaned groggily and slowly rolled on her side to face the wall then closed her eyes. Her ear twitched. The laughter had died down and the soft padding of tiny feet came to her ear. She cracked open one eye. A faint green glow darkened the cracks in the stone wall.

"Still asleep..." a voice whispered softly. The soft padding of feet faded away.

"What's your name?" Zari said.

"So you're not asleep."

"I don't remember if you gave me your name or not last night."

"I didn't, neither did you."

She rolled on her other side. "Zari. And you?"

"Pikel."

She smiled softly. "Nice to finally meet you Pikel." He nodded. "Where are the others?"

He nodded back toward the hallway. "Down getting something to eat. Do you want me to bring you something?"

"Nothing to eat."

"You really should try."

"Well, what about a drink then?"

He nodded, "I'll be right back." His wings buzzed softly as he flew down the hall then turned left, out of sight.

"Pikel," Talme said when he flew in and busied himself at the fountain. "How is she?"

"She's awake," Pikel replied. "She wants something to drink."

"She should try and eat something too," Talme said.

"I don't think she can just yet," Phikel said as though commenting to herself.

"I did," Talme said.

"Yeah, but Talme," Pikel began. "She's in a lot worse shape than you."

"And," Phikel chimed in. "She was tossing and turning all night."

Can our conditions be so different? Even if we share the same life force? Talme bowed her head and said no more. Instead, she picked up the staff that had been leaning against her chair and walked to the adjoining hallway, one slow step at a time. I feel like an old crone.

Pikel and Phikel flew closely beside her. Pikel's outstretched hand emitted a pale green light that surrounded the cup and kept it aloft. Phikel looked ahead at Zari. Poor soul...

Zari sat up when she heard them coming. Her struggling made Phikel's face more mournful. "Thank you," she said when Pikel softly planted the cup in her palm.

Talme made her way to a small chest on top of a desk in the far corner. "Zari," she said as she opened the door and pulled out a small, elaborately carved oak box. Zari looked up as Talme settled down beside her. She held out the box to Zari. "I want you to have this, or at least look at it."

Zari took it, laid it in her lap, and gently lifted the lid. Nestled snugly in a bed of deep blue velvet was a circular silver mirror. "It's beautiful," she said as her eyes wandered over the polished border. It stretched outward like ocean spray. Her eyes widened as she looked into the actual mirror. No reflection. "What is this?"

"That's the Eosye, the only one left. All its brothers and sisters were broken and melted."

"Why?"

"Their users went mad because they could not see the future. This is a memory mirror. Although, as myth and legend would have it, it is said that a visionary can see the future through this mirror. You probably could but with this... you can remind yourself of him."

"Will I always see my past?"

"With the occasional times that I've used it I've only seen my own past. I'm not for certain, though, if that trend will continue."

Zari smiled, "Thank you Talme... thank you."

Talme smiled and nodded. "You're welcome. I thought you'd get more use out of it than I would."

If Talme had to predict right then if she was right or not, all she had to do was look at Zari -who stared unblinkingly at the mirror. Tears welled up in her eyes then spilled down her cheeks. She bit her bottom lip to stop it from quivering. After a moment or so she closed her eyes and clutched the mirror to her chest.

Like I said, I've been more than generous (now I'm starting to sound like Jareth!) and I'm sick of being so generous. Nobody is getting another chapter of this story until AND NOT A MOMENT BEFORE I get a review! Those are my terms... don't like it? Tough rubber cookies!!