Chapter 3

Ocean moved his hat away from his eyes. This must be his contact; he knew not only his name but title. Blademaster is a title given to the council's warriors who both have mastered all three respected disciplines of Swordplay in Magna Star, and earned their complete trust and respect as a warrior.

The Contact was an Ice-Que in a dark straw hat, the prevailing fasion of Lotus Landing. His main feature was his thick, cubic ice-shell. Ocean rose to meet him.

"You presume well. I assume you were sent from home?" 'Home' meaning the Empire.

"Yes, I am. My name is Colrus." Replied the Contact.

Ocean motioned to follow. They began walking into the colorful woods, down a path that was near where they talked. "We must continue this conversation someplace more private…" Ocean said.

They walked until Colrus was comfortable with their surroundings, when Colrus began speaking again. "Our 'Situation' is getting worse."

Ocean turned around, Colrus had a stern look on his face. "How so?" Ocean asked, not concerned. Not much is enough to cause him any concern. In fact, his phenomenal optimism (some would 'deluded') stifles any fear around him. Nothing seems to worry him, and this makes him surprisingly effective in battle.

"The Rebels are bigger than we thought." Said Colrus with the voice of a worried patriot. "Even the beach-dwellers are involved. We think no one on the island is outside of this conflict. It seems the Rebels have a -erm, popular cause." Colrus gestured to Ocean in expression. Ocean didn't acknowledge that.

It was shady, so Ocean removed his hat. "Then we have no time to lose. If what you say is true, Were on our own. No one can be trusted." Ocean became stern "Do we know where the target is?" Colrus was frank "We do not exactly. Somewhere deep inland, the center of the island is densely forested and very difficult to navigate."

Ocean looked frustrated at this point. He looked at the forest; densely populated with tall golden-yellow palm trunks and dark by the dark green canopy.

"Why was I called if we can't trust anyone and we can't get to the target?" He asked plainly, still looking at the forest.

"To be fair," start Colrus, obviously defending himself "We did not learn of the Rebels deep ties until after we sent for aid." Colrus said matter-of-factly. "But there are still those whom we can trust. The Islands Overlord I know personally. He would not betray his people, and if anyone knows where we should begin our search, it's him."

Ocean eyed Colrus "It was you, Colrus, who said no one is outside this conflict. Are you sure-?"

Colrus interrupted "Don't question my trust. Overlord Trout is my friend."

Ocean accepted his suggestion and Colrus lead the way down the winding dirt paths to Overlord Trout's usual haunt. The Ground was made of volcanic stone and hard to hike, and the island had no better roads then these paths. In their defense, few people use them as most everyone lives one or near the beach. The path, as a consequence, would be interrupted with ledges and steps in the parts made by members of larger races to whom they were nothing, and would narrow and be hard to walk in the places in was blazed by smaller workers. They also would encounter large natural pits and tunnels with old rope-bridges for crossing. Such features were common in volcanic Seacraw.

At last Colrus could no longer contain himself and asked Ocean: "Are you part Ice-Que?"

"You have ice on your head like hair. The only creature I know of that grows ice unto its body are Ice-Que."

Ocean had to give him credit, he waited longer then most. "My Mother was an Ice-Que." Ocean added "I received the breath, too." You see, Ice-Que have Cryokinetic nerves in the nervous system, pushing heat out of their bodies. Ice piles up as natural armor around their body as a result (It's easy to track them as well. Just follow the ice on the ground). Another result is known as 'Ice Breath', when ones breath is so cold it freezes whatever it touches. Many creatures have this weapon, actually. Ocean received both traits, giving him the ability to 'skate' on the gound because of his footprints, and giving him 'ice hair'. He can also freeze opponents with his breath, but only close to him; these traits are only half as powerful as he is only half Ice-Que."

Colrus spoke again "But you have your father's lifespan, your ancient."

Ocean nodded glumly "I never knew my mother. I was raised by my father, a warrior."

At this point they reach their destination. A green grassy clearing (Which is significant, most of the grass on Lotus Landing was more yellow then green) strewn with small toadstools. Fairies (Who would look like smaller puffballs with brightly colored butterfly wings instead of arms to us) dance festively as they flutter about the air, leaving glowing dust where they flap their wings. They were entertaining a huge Narrone sitting in center pompously. Narrone where a people native to this region, they look like round Narwhals with feet. This Narrone was easily the fattest one Ocean has ever seen.

When they enter the clearly everyone froze and cast a strange, almost indescribable look at Ocean. Colrus continued and addressed the Narrone in the middle, Overlord Trout, but no eyes left Ocean.

Something was wrong about this…

Alright, chapter 3 is out! please review.