Alright guys, I'm finally writing again!

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Oh...I thought I would get at least one 'Whoop'. Oh well, here's the awaited chapter of Truth, Lie – Live, Die

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Silence filled the camp that night. When Levias had returned, saying that the Guardian was gone, he had looked as if he saw a ghost. The others, knowing how pissed off he was about Mist's earlier comments didn't say anything, but went and collected the Myrrh.

Now that they had collected their first drop of the sacred liquid, they had to continue to the next area of the continent. That meant going through the Miasma stream.

Mist was staring at Levias as he cleaned one of his wounds, and wrapped medical tape around his own fingers. He seemed even more...Mist couldn't put her finger on it. He wasn't being cold...He was just being...Emotionless? No, there was a bit of something on his face. It looked almost like confusion. He would periodically look at that swords that sat beside him. Movement startled her as Drake stepped over to her, nodding, and sitting next to her.

"You see it too..." He commented, nodding at Levias. Mist nodded slightly. "Drake...You know him...Why...Why did he save me? I know that he hates the water..." She paused, a tear emerging from her left eye. "Why would he do that?" She finished her question.

Drake sighed, and stared at the fire that he had started. "Do you really want to know? You prosecuted him for saving you today. Are you going to do the same thing this time?" Drake accused, pointing a glare at her. Mist held her breath when she saw Levias stand up. The Clavat mentioned nodded at Drake, and walked into the forest, carrying a small object with him.

"Why don't you ask him?" Drake's words froze her in place as he stood, and went over to his tent. Petal was already sleeping, hugging her spear.

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The quick plucks of guitar strings filled the air of the night that Mist walked through, looking for Levias. She followed the sound of the lute that lulled small animals to sleep as they listened. Then the voice she knew very well began to softly sing. At first it was relaxing, but then Mist listened to the lyrics.

Tell me...
What do you see when you're looking back at me,
Am I as perfect as you are to me...
How do you dry up all my tears,
And take away all my fears?
How do you make me feel this way?
Like I can take on anything...

Mist shook tears out of her eyes, rubbing them with balled up fists. "You know it's not safe for you to be out here..." Levias said in a defensive tone, almost like he was protecting her. "I could say the same to you." Her voice cracked, weak from the silent cries she had released previously. Levias looked over to her from his spot on the ground, and his eyes widened.

No matter how cold he was, he never could stand to see her like this. And it was him that had caused this; just like he had caused so many more times. He wasn't sure what to do, in all honesty. Before the murder of her brother, Mist always came to him while she was like this. A part of him wanted to sit down next to her trembling form, and wrap an arm around her, whispering comforting phrases into her pale ears.

The other part of him wanted to ignore the first part of him. This was the part of him that wanted to run away with the chalice. It wanted to kill everyone. But he wouldn't let it, not in a million years.

Just imagine seeing their faces, crying and screaming out to you as you laugh, watching them die...

Levias' eyes widened even more. It was that voice. The one that haunted him in his sleep, but as soon as he could actually think, the voice was gone again. He turned back to the matter at hand, looking at Mist, who had her knees to her chest, sobbing slightly.

"Come on...You're not gonna let a murderer get to you like this, are you?" He asked, hopeful that it would cheer her up (Or anger her) so that she wouldn't cry, but she only cried more.

So for once (or twice, if you included the incident at the river) he acted upon his old personality. He sat down next to her, awkwardly wrapping his hand around her. Her sobbing quieted slowly afterward, until she was just hiccuping. "You really didn't do it, did you?" She asked him in a quiet voice. Without a moment's hesitation, he responded with a terse "No."

Silence wrapped around them for a few moments, before Mist whispered something. "What was that?" Levias asked, not hearing what she had said.

"I'm sorry..." The weak voice reached his ears like a breeze on a hot summer day. It was relieving, but bittersweet.

"Don't be. I'm hardly nature's finest work of a personality. I probably would have done worse if I were you." His voice grunted this sentence out as if nothing had happened at all.

"Are we...Can We..." She couldn't finish her question, but he did the honors for her. "Be friends again?" She nodded, and awaited his response. "Well, despite knowing how much crap I know Drake's gonna give me, yea..." He said, before standing and helping her up. "Let's get back to camp..."

And so they did, both knowing (Or hoping) that nothing else would happen to create another big issue.

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This was an interlude to keep all of you vultures busy while I write up the next chapter that actually has some ACTION in it.

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