i'm really tired. sorry for the delay. don't expect any updates for a few days because i unfortunately have to get my wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow. and that will be a ton of not fun. :( however, i will try and be as happy as possible, even with my hurting mouth that will be less-full-of-teeth than it is now. ...wow. i'm not using words very well. and i'm a writer? hahaha. anyway, keep to the beat :D

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Chapter 4

Trusted

The soldiers found themselves on a strange ship, floating through an endless space. Looking back, they could see the dark swirling clouds threatening to engulf their world. Jane stared at the darkness, her hands pressed against the glass of the window.
"It's not going to change, sweetheart. No matter how long you stare," the redhead told her, looking down at his chakrums.
"What's happening?" she asked, turning to face him.
He pursed his lips, "It's being destroyed."
"Destroyed?" her eyes widened.
Malcome looked up quickly, Captain Baldric jumped to his feet, Kieran turned to look out the window, and Roam took a step back so he could brace himself against the wall.
"Our world is already gone," the other man explained, his blond hair blocking his eyes.
"And so you thought you should bring whatever was coming after your world to ours?" Captain Baldric stormed, charging toward the redhead.
"Hey, hey," he threw up his hands innocently, "Don't jump to conclusions."
Jane turned to the girl who had remained silent through this whole conversation. The girl was resting her staff on her lap but her knuckles were white from holding it so tight. She was looking out the opposite window, secluded from the group.
Jane took a few steps toward her, "I still trust you."
The girl jumped and then slowly turned. Her eyes were heavy with deep black lines under them. Her lips turned up into a bright smile, despite the rest of her worn out appearance.
"Thank you," she answered and stood, "I know it's hard to understand now, but I know you're supposed to be here."
"Great," Baldric rolled his eyes, "The twelve-year-old thinks we should be here. We might as well drop everything we're doing to stay with these freaks."
The girl scowled, "I'm sixteen."
"Seventeen," the blond haired man corrected, glancing at the watch on his arm, "It's midnight. Happy birthday."
"Don't yell at her," the redhead stepped forward, "It's not her fault your world is being destroyed."
"Destroyed," Roam had finally found his voice, "No. Turn around."
"What?" the redhead scoffed, staring, "Are you kidding?"
"People are still there!" Roam was yelling now, "My family, innocent people! You can't just pick a few people and then condemn the rest to death. Who do you think you are?"
The girl spoke up, "They'll be okay."
Roam stared at her.
"They'll be okay," she repeated.
Roam still wanted to yell. But looking at the girl calmed him, slowed his breath, and gave him a piece of mind. His voice was soft, "You're sure?"
She nodded, "I promise."
"Sure," Captain Baldric snorted, turning his back to the girl, "No one can be sure."

"Introductions, shall we?" the redhead suggested and waited for the soldiers to respond.
Malcome stepped forward and recited the usual army introduction, "Malcome, Twenty-two years old, and five years of experience in the close-range combat department of the Sparr army, two years experience in Command."
"Captain Winston Baldric," he introduced himself in the most formal way possible, putting himself on what he perceived to be a pedestal, "Thirty-eight years old, three years of experience in the long-range combat department and ten years of experience in the close-range combat department of the Sparr army, nine years experience in Command."
"Jane, eighteen years old, one year of experience in the medical department and one year of experience in the close-combat department of the Sparr army."
"Roam, nineteen years old, four years of experience in the close-range combat department of the Sparr army."
"Kieran, nineteen years old, one year of experience in the close-range combat department and three years experience in the long-range combat department of the Sparr army."
"Wow," the blond man nodded slightly, "Discipline."
The redhead let out a low whistle, "Well, I'm Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized? I'm number Eight in Organization XIII. The flurry of dancing flames."
"Deym," the blond man introduced himself, "I don't really have a title. Learned how to fight when I was ten and never stopped."
"And I'm Pleo," the girl stepped forward, "Been learning combat for seven years, specializing in close-range magic. The Purest Heart."
"So," Axel stepped forward and began speaking, "Since you're all so confused, I'll try and clear things up. Whatever it is that is now attacking your world has been attacking any and every world it can get to. The force seems to be looking for something and, apparently, hasn't found it yet. I don't need to explain to you why this is a problem."
"So you're telling me that thing is going to keep taking worlds until it finds what it wants?" Captain Baldric stood up.
"Well, Winston," Axel threw his arm over his shoulder, "Can I call you Winston?"
Captain Baldric stared, "No."
Axel continued as if he had received no response, "We have no idea what this thing is. Obviously, it's darkness. But we have no idea who is controlling it or why. When we find those answers, it will be quite clear who we need to take down. That's where you guys come in. We're creating an army and we need every person we can get. Whoever is strong enough to create and control something like this is not to be taken lightly."
"So you're planning on taking on his enemy with only eight people?" Jane looked at Axel wide eyed.
"No," Deym answered, "We have more. We already have the Organization, so that puts us at twenty-one. We've reached the King and the key bearers, they're all in. We're going to Radiant Garden now to get the Restoration Committee. Add those in and we're already at thirty-three. We have more people than you think."
"The Restoration Committee," Captain Baldric repeated skeptically, "I'm sure they're precious. What on earth qualifies them to fight?"
Pleo stared at him, just wondered why he wouldn't give them a chance. He acted as if he already knew everything, as if he already had all the answers and was just waiting for everyone else to catch up to him. She was sure he had it backwards.
"Please don't assume we can't hold our own," Pleo finally addressed him, "We came to you asking for help. You didn't have to come. No one forced you to be here. If you don't agree with us or don't want to help, feel free to leave."
"Yeah," Deym added, his response a was a little harsher than Pleo's but carried the same message, "Don't take this the wrong way, but, honestly, you're completely replaceable."
That got Captain Baldric to shut up.
"We're coming up on Radiant Garden now," Axel told them, "Ready to go?"
No one answered, but they all got to their feet, ready to depart.

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