Author's Note: See, I told you that I would write this out soon! And again, I'm sorry that it's such a short chapter, but I am going to write chapters that are at least 4 to 5 thousand words apiece. Another thing, I have a Tumblr account and the profile is pheonixfromfire no spaces or caps. So enjoy the disclaimer and story!

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Chapter 2: Reunited

I was running for days, not knowing where I was, who I was, or what I was doing here. I ran, and ran, and ran through this empty, gigantic and dark forest. Then the wolfs came. Now I really had to run for my life, because they were hungry and looked at me like I was a walking chicken. "Wait... What's a chicken?" The wolfs bayed. "AHH! THIS ISNT THE TIME!" so I ran some more. I did this for days until I couldn't run any more. I was just sick of it. I had gone days without food only to find myself here, alone, without any knowledge about my past. So I gave up. I stopped running, fell to my knees, and said to myself, "Just give up. There is no reason to continue this stupid struggle for survival." Then, out of nowhere, a man came and stood between me and the wolves.

"Go child, run! Run to the village behind us and wait for me inside." I just nodded, wondering why he took the time to save my life. Then I ran until I passed out, 50 meters behind him.

3 MONTHS LATER

"Hyah!" I lunged with my sword, stretching my arms for maximum reach when he parried and slashed at my weak side. I rolled under his blade, grabbed his arm and slashed at his neck, aiming to draw blood. But the man brought his arm up, blocking the strike with his arm guard. Surprised by this I jumped back and started casting. "oh holy light from above, burn my foes with your eternal blaze. SOLAR FLARE!" When I finished this haunting song, the whole sky lit up, causing me to shield my eyes. "Oh crap... I might have gone overboard with that one." Then a beam of light entered the clearing, piercing the clouds, and shot down at the man who I was fighting. What he did defied my ideas of impossible, and my idea of impossible was almost endless. But he somehow teleported! One second he was across the clearing, the next he was behind me, his sword on my throat.

"Thats enough for one day." He pulled the sword from my throat and laughe as he did. "That was a really powerful version of that arte Troy! I never expected you to master it so fast." He said this in amazement, like it was the most amazing thing he has ever seen.

"Ya right! What was up with you! You freaking teleported! When will you teach me that!?" He chuckled.

"All in due time Troy. But now, it is finally time to leave. My informants tell me that the fon master has been kidnapped and is being held on the Malkuth landship, the Tartarus. You need to meet him at their destination and find out why they have taken the Fon master." I nodded in understanding. He didn't believe that the malluth empire had taken the fon master, they were too reliant on score readings to jepordize the fragile relationship between the two countries. He gave me a light smile, one showing how happy he had been in our time together and showing the sadness that I was leaving for who knows how long. He motioned for the door. "You should depart early tommorow morning so you can plan your route, pack and eat tonight." I nodded once more, knowing that if I had said anything I would be crying in an instant. He had become more than the man who had found and nurtured me, he had become my father and my wise mentor. Fate, or rather Loreli, had put us together as a pair, and for once, I was happy about it. So I did as he said and started planning out my route to kimlaska's capital, Baticul. I was going to cut thought sherry woods and cross the border from there. Then I would make a bee line for Baticul and pray I would make it in time.

THE NEXT MORNING

"Ok, I have all the gels I could ask for, a map, 5 days worth of rations, a needle and thread, antiseptic, and a bed roll. Looks like I'm all set." I looked at Zephyr, the previous head of the score readings division of Daath and the man who saved my life and I said, "Thank you. I wouldn't have survived this if it weren't for you. I owe you my life." Zephyr looked at me and his eyes started to water.

Troy, thank you. But it is I who owes you. I owe you my future." I smiled at him and ran up and hugged him. Then I turned and walked away, one hand in the air in salute. I didn't see him but I knew he had waved back at me, bringing tears to my eyes. He was the father I never remembered, but always wished I had. I started to jog towards sherry hill, where I could cut through bandit territory and speed through the world. It might be a good idea to hire a carriage instead of walking but it would be too expensive, an plus I wanted to see the world like it is, not through some enclosed cart. Even though it was for selfish ideas, it was completely worth it. I was jogging at a hurried pace, trying to reach Baticul soon, (by soon I mean in 3 days) and am now just trying to reach the nearest town to rest for the night. But that's when I see the looming figure in the middle of the forest. I pause, completely baffled at what kind of monstrosity it sitting in that stretch of the woods until I realize that it isn't a monster but a machine, a giant malkuthian landship at that. Then it hit me. This has to be the Tartarus, the pride and joy of the malkuthian military. I smiled giddily, happy that I don't actually have to travel that long; instead I can hitch a ride, scout, grab the Fon master and run. But then I wonder. What is it doing here, stopped, in the middle of the forest? I automatically tuned out all noise and focused my hearing. Then I heard it. The ominous sound of swords clashing, dancing, gliding up and down in a symphony of death. I started to run towards the noise.

AT THE TARTARUS (3rd POV)

"Damn, we're being overrun!" A man in his late 30's spoke up among his comrades; a blond and handsome man, a short but well built red head, and a gracefully brunette, and was obviously announcing the obvious. They were going to die unless a miracle happened. They were surrounding a young green haired boy, maybe in his mid-teens, possibly 14 years old. He was weapon-less and looked weak and tired. His silken, glittering robes were swaying side to side as he panted, out of breath from the short distance he had just ran.

The red head spoke up, "God damn it! Why are there so many stupid soldiers! Why are we so damn important to them?" His comrades didn't speak, they only tried to continue fighting but soon it was clear that they were tiring and getting weaker. Suddenly, a flash erupted from the woods, sprinting towards the group. It cut down two people, both in light, silver armor and helmets with a musical note on their front. They cried in pain and then fell to the ground. The blur turned out to be a mere boy, dressed in long, thin pants and a silver, buttoned down, short sleeved shirt that showed off his deeply tanned and muscular arms. He swung his gleaming sword once more.

"Fon master! Get out of here, I'll take on the rest!" The green haired boy looked confused but then the girl took him by the arm and dragged him away, telling her companions to follow her. They looked at the boy who only nodded in their direction, who was currently focused on striking the other men down. Then they ran in the direction of the girl. The boy smiled and said to himself, "Good, now I don't have to hold back." Then he disappeared in the crowd of enemies.

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