A/N: Greetings, readers, creatures, assorted food groups! And welcome to my humble abode, or as I like to call it, My Frigging-Huge-Scary-Assh-Not-Real Castle of Doom, Destruction, Pop Tarts, and all thing fluffy and good in this world! Speak now or forever hold your peace! So second chapter my furry friends! Proud of myself cause I kind of just typed it up. I had the beginning of the chapter already and i just added on and finished. Because of this, it is not very long. I was filled with excitement because I just drank lots of coffee and I wanted to get this out there. Again, no one will probably ever read this, but if you do, THANK YOU!
DISCLAIMER: No! It's my dirt! You can't have it and neither can Johnny Depp (Whom I WISH I owned, yet sadly do not)! I speaketh nothing but the truth when I say I do not, in any shape or form, own Adventure Quest. That right belongs to ArtixEntertainment and the guy who created it. So, all in all, I OWN NOTHING and it will stay that way until further notice, thank you very MUCH!
Two steps forward, One step back
When they returned to Battleon, Robina was was exiting the inn. She spotted the foreigners in their arms and beckoned them inside. They ran up the stairs into one of the rooms and placed them on the warm beds. Their light turquoise skin blended oddly with the light blue bed sheets and pillows. They quickly got to work, calling down to Hans to bring up some medical supplies. He gasped when he entered, but quickly handed Robina and Blackhawke the supplies.
Roughly an hour later, the pair were bandaged up and recovering slowly. The group in the room relaxed and sat back in wait for them to awaken from their slumber. Exactly twelve minuites later, the girl sat bolt upright, staring with wide eyes at the group. They all jumped slightly, but relaxed in an attempt to calm the young girl's nerves. She glanced around the room, drawing the covers closer to her chest. When her eyes landed on her brother's still prone form, she blanched as tears formed and began cascading down her face. The odd thing was that they were light green in color.
She jumped from the bed, rushing to her brother's side, grabbing his hand starting to sob. She continuously glanced furtively at the others in the room, who were watching her actions wearily. Uldar decided to speak first.
"He'll be ok, I promise." He took a step closer, so she could get a better glance at him. Her eyes paused when she saw his bandaged eyes. Against her instincts, she began to relax slightly. It wasn't noticable to the foreigners, but she knew that if her brother had been awake, he would have noticed.
"We found you in the forest. You were both under this large pile of rubble. We took you back to our village - Battleon - and fixed you both up as best as we could," Blackhawke explained. He tried to look as inconspicuous as he could, but with the black clothes, giant knife, armor, and scar, it was a little hard. He tried to uncover his eyes so she could see that he had no illfeelings towards her or the boy, but it was hardly achievable with his long bangs. She didn't seem to mind though and relaxed fully, tilting her head slightly and gaining a curious glint in her eyes.
"You look like a close friend of mine." She smiled sadly. "He died." Everyone seemed slightly surprised by how bluntly she had said it. Blackhawke appeared slightly put out and looked off ot the side while rubbing at his arm awkwardly. She turned back to her brother watching intently for any sign of movement other that the slow rythmic rise and fall of his chest. The sudden flutter of his eyelids allerted the large group of his awakening. His fingers twitched, his eyes squinted shut tightly, and then suddenly snapped open. His clouded over onyx eyes darted around quickley; left, right, up, down. When they landed on his sister they lost their wide, crazed animal look and softened at the sight of her.
"Adel. Are we on our own now?" It was a terrifying thought, that in one night all of the noble and fearless members of their clan could be gone in one night. Their venerable leader was unable to defend their homeland and now everything they knew and loved was gone. He knew, of course he knew. How could he not? He remembered seeing them fall, one by one as evil and destruction surrounded their homes and they lost all hope. They both turned their eyes downward as they remembered the flames, the terryfied screaming of the dying, the chase...the pain. "Maybe," the male's voice held a small, almost undefinable spark of hope as he pondered, "maybe...they did not all die. S-some of them...might have made it out. Right? R-right Adel? Please, tell me it could be possible!" By the end, his voice was laced heavily with hysteria. Adel looked shocked as tears cascaded down both of their turqoise cheeks.
She spoke with haste and a certain form of bluntness, yet at the same time was soft and carefull. "No Tez. We cannot think like that. We must believe. Believe in our clan and what we stood and stand for. We cannot let this tear us apart. We must stand strong and defend ourselves with the same perseverence and vigilence they retained. We will survive. We cannot, will not, let anything harm us."
Her speach ended abruptly as they simultaneously turn their heads to face the crowd that gathered in and around the doorway watching the exchange. Both of their Jet black eyes held an unearthly glow that seemed familiar to Blackhawke, yet he couldn't place where he noticed the likeness. The boy, Tez as she called him, glanced at the group with untrusting eyes as the girl, Adel as he called her, watched with reproachfulness. Their unease rolled off them in waves, though the boy's was more prominent since he had yet to meet or talk to any of the present group.
Her speach ended abruptly as they simultaneously turn their heads to face the crowd that gathered in and around the doorway watching the exchange. Both of their Jet black eyes held an unearthly glow that seemed familiar to Blackhawke, yet he couldn't place where he noticed the likeness. The boy, Tez as she called him, glanced at the group with untrusting eyes as the girl, Adel as he called her, watched with reproachfulness. Their unease rolled off them in waves, though the boy's was more prominent since he had yet to meet or talk to any of the present group.
The thundering footsteps of Yulgar caused all present to become distracted from the staring contest and turned towards the closed door of the room. The two twins became slightly panicked as the footsteps stopped outside the door and the handle began to turn.
A/N: Again, I sincerely apologize for the lack of length of this chapter. Next chap might not be posted for a little while, but I should have one sooner or later. I don't plan on quitting just yet!