I would like to thank Veritas Vantas soo much for the "criticism". It really helped answer the questions I had with anything I wrote during the story. Also I would like to thank you with the website you gave me to help with language translations and offering to help with any Spanish translation.

I know there were a few errors in the story with commas, and I would like to say that I've always been a bit rusty with knowing where to place the correct punctuation and such. It is definitely not my strong suit XD, and with the bare thing I wasn't exactly sure which form of the word was correct so I just took a shot in the dark with it.

That input will really help me with my writing, and the story. If there wasn't criticism then I wouldn't have known what I did wrong and people would be reading the story slightly confused about things, maybe even more than slightly lol. Without criticism then people wouldn't be able to really learn from the mistakes they've made, and become better at what they do.

I appreciate any input people have about the story and suggestions to make it better. Unless that input is just all negative saying the story sucks, and leave it at that. I wouldn't know exactly what they don't like about the story and I wouldn't be able to change something to make it better.

Anyways, I hope everyone who reads the story, thoroughly enjoys it .

-missypeak

- Also I'm sorry about the deletion and such of the story, I couldn't figure out how to edit both stories and upload them again without getting an error message about there already being a chapter with this name XP

" Look at him, look at me

That boy is bad, and honestly

He's a wolf in disguise

But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes"

-Monster By: Lady GaGa

Chapter 3

"When did he say he was leaving ?" Carmen drawled looking over the center of the city. Everything was so dreary, and dark. It was like a ghost town, scratch that it is a ghost town with the few people who are left.

Bodies still lay on the ground, the people running around frantically trying to escape the monsters that attacked their home. So much death… so much despair. She was still trying to cope with the deaths of her father, brother and her baby sister.

Why were they taken from her, why was it them and not her. She remembers holding her sister protectively pleading with the monsters not to kill her little princesita. To take her instead, they didn't listen.

Maria seemed to just slip from her grip...she was now in the embrace of one of the creatures, it dove into her taking all of her light. She tried to stop them, but was held back by an unseen force and had to witness her baby sister...her little princesita be drained of all her bubbliness,of all her rambunctious energy.

She watched as Maria screamed and cried in pain, Carmen was just the helpless bystander. She watched her sister turn pale and fall lifelessly to the ground.

Carmen was know released from her prison, crawled over to her husk of a sister crying hysterically. She picked her up and held her close to her body crying into her soft chocolate brown hair. That's when she heard the mocking laughter in her head.

Rubbing it in her face how Maria was dead, how her father and brother were dead. That she has no one. "Carmen?" Carmen snapped back into reality and noticed that Lea was looking at her with some concern. "Huh?...did you say something?"

"Yeah...I said that Reaver was leaving a day or so after his little expedition in the desert."

"What could he possibly want here? He said it himself that this was a pauper, low maintenance country, so why would he think he could find anything of value?"

"Maybe he thinks he can find a cave filled with treasures that reach to the ceiling. I honestly don't know what he's truly here for though, Carmen."

Damn sun, damn heat, damn the sand getting into his shoes, damn desert. Damn Aurora itself. What a miserable place to live, he couldn't wait to find this ancient temple,loot it for all it has, then get the bloody hell out of here.

He just wanted to go back to his ship, have someone fill his bath, drink some wine, and just relax. To get all this sweat and dirt off of him. Maybe even share the night with one of his crew members.

"Oi! Reava'! I tink Russ found somtin'." Pulled from his day-dream, Reaver looked over to see one of his mangy crew mates...Lan? Who cares what his name was. He was waving his arms up in the air like a lunatic pointing in the direction where this Russ was. Reaver sauntered over to what's-his-face.

"This actually better be something of any remote interest or I will not be to pleased." Placing his hand on his holster to indicate what the consequences were if this was just a waste of his time.

The man gulped, "I I- nnno, Sir, I don't thhhink that this will be a waste of 'er time at all." he gave Reaver a forced smile.

"Well good, I thought I would have to waste one of my precious bullets on one of you inane half-wits." Reaver smiled, taking his hand off the holster and placing it on his hip.

"So? What are you waiting for? Are you going to show me to this, Russ, or not?", "Oi, yes, Masta' Reava'!" The man started to scurry toward the direction where Russ was, almost tripping himself in the process.

"Oh how the panic of others in my presence amuses me so." Reaver laughed to himself as he strolled after the man.

" You don't know how much I miss you all...I feel so empty and incomplete without you." Staring at her family's little candlelight memorial Carmen rubbed away the couple of tears streaming down her face.

" I wish I could see you all again...to tell you how much I love you and how much everyone means to me, how important you were in my life." Stepping closer and kneeling, Carmen held up a little handmade doll, lightly kissed it, then placed it next to some flowers, a piece of paper and other miscellaneous trinkets that once belonged to her father, brother, and sister.

"I thought I'd find you here." Carmen looked behind her to see Lea approaching, and got up. " I miss them so much Lea." Carmen said stepping into Lea's embrace.

" I know Carmen...we all will miss them. You, your father, brother, and little Maria had so much positive energy, you all were so full of life, so much personality." " Well they're gone...and never coming back." Carmen trying her best not to let her voice crack. " It's just one little flickering candle, a little candle near the end of it's wick ,that is all that's left." Stepping away from Lea she turned to look at her family's memorial.

" A little flickering candle?" Lea chuckled " Child, you, are no candle. You are a raging fire. You captivate people. You draw them in with your warmth and bright light. You bring out the best in everyone."

" Yeah, everyone wants to be around the pretty fire until it gets out control, and burns everything in it's path. Then everyone just runs for the hills screaming."

Lea laughs " You are so much like your mother, temper and all."

Carmen rolls her eyes, " My mother had a horrible temper."

"Ah, but how many times did she ever lose it?"

"You have me there. Mother only truly lost her temper when Yirmane or I did something that could hurts us or someone else. "

"I think that being a Spaniard might also have something to do with it. I remember father always jokingly saying how fiery and spicy Spanish women were, and wanted to get in on some of the action, and that's why he married mother. Then mother would proceed to smack him on the arm laughing, and tell him not to talk like that in front of the children."

Carmen sighed, looking back at the memorial once more then started to walk away.

Lea followed after her. "Why do you speak Spanish instead of our native language here?"

Carmen looked back at Lea. " I do it out of respect and memory for my mother. She took the time to pass on her native language to me, and so I speak Spanish more so than I do Auroran. I can speak Auroran, being that I grew up here, but I think that I prefer to speak Spanish over Auroran because I guess it's just an easier language for me to speak."

Carmen and Lea walked in silence the rest of the way back to the main building of town.

" If I knew that I had to scale walls and climb over rocks then I should've just let you and everyone else bring out this item of interest to me at the mouth of this cave." Reaver glared at the man who was leading him to their destination.

" I-I-I'm sorry ssir...I didn't tink that you would 'ave any trouble doing this sort of ting."

"...How much longer till we get there lad." Reaver said as he put his hand on the holster.

" N-not that much longa' Masta' Reava'. Russ is just ova' this wall." "Good, then I will be able to get there myself from here."

"Yes sir...wait, wha-" The man crumpled to the floor.

Reaver walked over the lifeless body, " First you bother not to tell me what to expect in this cave, but then you insult me by thinking that I'm having trouble with scaling and climbing over things? You obviously didn't know who you were talking too." Reaver stepped over the body and walked over to the wall, "Otherwise you'd still be alive."

Reaver jumped grabbing the ledge, and hoisted himself up. He was greeted by the sight of who he could determine was the man by the name of Russ leaning against a wall, and it appeared he was sleeping.

"Hmm, not only is my crew disrespectful, they're lazy as well."

As Reaver approached the man he could better make him was wearing mercenary clothing. He had a handsomely rugged look, with blond hair and blond stubble to match. The man was lean and muscular telling by the way his clothing sat on him.

Reaver started to smile " Hmmm...maybe I won't kill him after all."

*princesita

princess

End of chapter 3 =3 Love it? Hate it? Do you think I should've added a bit more to the last Reaver P.O.V? Or do you think it was a good way to end the chapter?