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It was a bright, cheery morning over the eternal winter northern areas of Angara. Immaculately white snow covered the the trees and ground in a sheet of ivory beauty, almost seeming like it was giving the surrounding landscape a pale glow. Frost coated the foliage growing from the earth, frozen dew drops dangling from stray blades of grass. The air had such a pleasant feel of calm to it that could make even the most violent of men believe that world peace was a possible achievement to accomplish. The sunrise shone across the icy fields of calm and serenity. It was practically impossible to disturb it.
''EAT FIREBALLS, BITCH!'' Okay, maybe not.
The aggressive Mars Adept we all know and love threw massive balls of blazing fire the direction of an injured Mauler, who had attacked both him and his friend Matthew for no apparent reason while they were resting from yesterday's tiresome traveling. Needless to say, Tyrell absolutely loathed being woken up rudely.
The weakened creature narrowly dodged the flaming fireballs, throwing itself as far as possible from their path. The snow around areas were the fire had landed immediately melted, leaving behind charred holes in contrast to the pure white around it. The beast then proceed to try to run away from its assailants, who had earlier been its targets. Unfortunately for it, a certain blond Venus Adept was determined to block its escape, forming a huge barrier of sturdy stones from out of nowhere to intercept it. He then sent the rocks crashing down on the poor creature, crushing it under an overlarge load of dirt.
The Mauler, somehow still alive, pulled itself out of the rubble, and charged at the two young warriors in one last desperate attempt to salvage from this encounter.
Matthew smirked, before he raised his arms into the air, calling forth his power over the earth.
The Mauler stopped, hearing a deep rumbling from deep underground.
Just as the monster realized what it was, the ground opened up under it, releasing dozens of massive, heated stones into the Angarian air. The creature was sent into a state of flight, burning due the stones being from deep under the crust.
When the monster landed back on the ground, it was dead.
''Psh, too easy,'' Tyrell scoffed. ''These guys are no match for our great awesomeness! Let this be a lesson to all you beasts who are foolish enough to disturb our sleep!'' This threatening suggestion was one to be heeded by the lesser monsters of surrounding forests.
Matthew looked off to east. Imil was on the horizon, along with the historic Mercury Lighthouse towering over it in the distance. He gathered his belongings from the camping site and began walking in the direction of the small town. Tyrell gathered his own things and hurried to catch up with him.
The two friends ran across the snowy fields towards humble settlement called Imil.
''WHAT!'' Tyrell exclaimed. ''What do ya mean, she's busy?''
The man currently under Tyrell's harsh gaze fidgeted nervously. ''S-sir,'' he began. ''Lady Mia is tending a patient right now. If you wished to speak with her, you should have made arrangements first...''
While Tyrell began to rant about difficult traveling and monsters, Matthew analyzed the area. At the top of the moderately sized hill they were standing upon was a large building; a hospital, according to the citizens, that had been founded several years earlier by none other than number four in the Warriors of Vale: Mia.
Mia had it built so she could have a more of a professional area to tend to the sick. Apparently she also had it built with the intention of creating the best natural medicines in all of Weyard, for those who had no powerful healing Adepts available. She planned to distribute these medicines to surrounding countries in exchange for supplies to turn Imil into a grand new nation.
'We passed by a small village amongst the snows yesterday,' Matthew thought. 'It seems Imil is finally stepping up and adding new settlements.' He then noticed Tyrell cracking his knuckles in a threatening manner, having decided the he needed to convince the stubborn man with a less... conventional method.
''H-hey wait!'' Tyrell shouted as his friend pulled him away before he could beat the poor man to a pulp. ''I'm not done with him yet!''
''You really should learn how to calm down,'' Matthew told the short-tempered red-head. ''It's times like these that you make me wish Karis were here...'' he muttered. The blond young man began leading his friend down the snowy hill, away from the disturbed man near the hospital. This came much to the displeasure of the Mars Adept.
''You can blame that furball we beat the crap out of earlier this morning for this one,'' Tyrell said. ''The nerve of that thing, attacking us while we were sleeping...''
Imil, despite being around even before the Golden Sun event thirty years ago, had not grown much compared to other towns from those days. Sure, the town was now about three times the size of what it used to be, but it had not made any attempts to become a full-fledged country until just recently. The area the two young boys were entering after descending from the hill was a ice covered street similar to all the others in Imil: snow-topped houses, shops, and sometimes a mixture of both; household on the top floor, business on the bottom.
''We slept a good, healthy nine hours,'' Matthew said. ''Pinning the blame on a creature for your grouchiness is a low blow, Tyrell.''
''I sure as hell didn't sleep nine hours,'' Tyrell argued. ''I woke up about five times in the middle of the night because I needed to take a leak. I really shouldn't have drunk all that water... now that we are on the topic of going to the bathroom, I think I need to go soon... while I'm at it, I might as well go see what's going on at the shores.''
''Ugh, don't tell me your going to pee into the ocean...'' Matthew groaned. Tyrell could be so filthy sometimes... ''Just make sure nobody is watching, okay? You've already made a fool of yourself today.'' Tyrell rolled his eyes in response.
''Alright, alright,'' Tyrell said in an annoyed tone of voice. ''I'll just hide behind a rock or somethin'...''
''You go do that,'' Matthew said. ''Imil isn't that big or complicated, so if you need me, it shouldn't be to hard to find me. I'll be hanging around here looking for something to do, got it?''
''Yeah, sure,'' Tyrell said with a wave of his hand, already on his way to the shores. Matthew shook his head, already knowing Tyrell would most likely get lost trying to find him anyway.
Matthew knew the real reason why Tyrell wanted to go to the shores. Both him and Tyrell had been taken by their fathers to frequent trips to the Karagol Sea during their childhood. Neither them understood why, but it was a welcoming experience, so they didn't complain. Tyrell had even become an expert at certain profession, despite not really liking water due to his natural affinity to fire. But more on that later...
Matthew suddenly realized he was much more tired than he'd like to admit. He found himself tempted to sit down in some soft snow along the street and ''take a short rest''. He now understood why Tyrell was making such a big deal about the Mauler that had attacked them earlier this morning. He searched the immediate area for a shop he believed would sell something necessary to shake off his drowsiness.
It was then that he noticed a store, similar to all the others, that had a wooden sign hanging from the door with the word ''cafe'' emblazoned above a cup of warm coffee...
Smiling, he headed into the building.
Matthew later left the shop with a hot cup of coffee in his hand. Taking a sip, he smiled to himself. Much better.
Now just to find something to keep him occupied while he waits.
He continued on his way across town, looking for something that would interest him. Restaurant, not hungry. Souvenirs, not important. Gift shop, not interested. Armory, maybe later. Was there nothing to distract him?
Right at that moment, a young, pretty woman passed by. She was wearing a simple green dress, adorned with just a few white flowers to match the environment. Just then, a soft breeze blew by and revealed several things most definitely not meant for public eyes. She didn't notice, oddly enough. Matthew stopped, looked back and began to stare. More than necessary.
He shook his head frantically and looked away. 'Damn, what am I thinking! I'm on an important mission, and all I can do is stare at random girls who pass by? Doing this will only distract me! Though I was trying to look for a distraction...' A peculiar thought hit him just then. 'How many girls have I dated in the past? I think two, the one from Kalay... Karis...' Memories of that relationship came to the young man's mind.
After two unsuccessful relationships, Matthew suddenly found out that the answer to all of his romantic problems had been right beside him all along. Her name was Karis. Having known her all of his life, he was certain that he knew all of her likes and dislikes. Which to an extent was true, but he was unfortunately still in a bad situation here...
People often say opposites attract. In some cases it's true, but for Matthew, it was not something that helped their relationship. There were too many differences between them.
Karis is a woman of rationality, of logic. Matthew was a man of gut feelings, of instincts. She would suggest something, he would prefer the exact opposite. Not only that, but Matthew had inherited not only his father's natural leadership, but his tendency to hide his true emotions as well. Karis also often tried bossing him and Tyrell around. Matthew's leader instincts told him to tell her where her place was, but his reservative habits held him back. Double whammy.
A week before they set out on their journey to find the Mountain Roc feather, an rather unsavory incident caused Matthew to override his conservative tendencies. He and Karis decided to break up after he told the girl of the issues he had with her.
One day before Tyrell's incident with the Soarwing, Matthew asked his father how he managed to stay with Jenna for so long. Isaac explained that while she had her temper problems, he had always been known to be a very patient man. Matthew just happened to be the son of a man with infinite patience, yet at the same time the son of the rather short-tempered Jenna. He was left with only a moderate amount of patience, explaining why he was unable to handle Karis.
'Why am I even thinking about this?' the Venusian mused. 'These are things of the past. I shouldn't dwell on them. Besides, things like this have no place at a time like this. Alex is on the loose, and I can't let something as trivial as romance get in the way of this task.' Shaking his head, he attempted to clear his mind. He brought his cup to his mouth to take another sip...
Then a very random thought crossed his mind. 'Maybe I should take my chances and ask Sveta to go on a date sometime...'
Unfortunately for a man passing in front of the blond-haired Venus Adept, the moment he registered this sneaky thought, he spat out his drink comedically all over the man's extravagant and probably expensive clothes. He also happened to be quite fond of these garments.
''Ah-sorry, I didn't mean to do that!'' Matthew apologized furiously as soon as he noticed the man's face turning a bright crimson in anger. ''I, uh... gotta go!'' He ran as fast as he could, away from the furious bystander, who proceeded to shout obscenities loudly in his direction.
Matthew ran along the road, pushing random citizens on the way, hoping the man wasn't angry enough to start chasing him. Not that he can't take him; no, he just didn't want to start hurting innocent people just because they couldn't get over something as stupid as ruined clothes.
He continued to flee, running through the streets of Imil. He ran across a bridge that spanned over a frozen river, swerved out of the way so as to avoid hitting people and slowing himself down in the process, dashed through more snowy paths, and finally slowed down to a stop in front of an alleyway. He jumped behind the shadow of some barrels and boxes, among other things.
Once he knew he was safe, the young Adept spent some time attempting to recollect his thoughts. 'What the heck! I'm running on a long idiocy streak today, aren't I? Dating Sveta, what am I thinking...?' Sure, they got along well, and she was rather cute... but with a task that could very easily influence the fate the world, he could not allow such trivialities to distract him. 'Besides, she royalty, I'm not, and she already has to much on her hands. I would only be a burden.' He suddenly thought back to the events that transpired over the past few months.
When his group of five had met the curious beast-girl Sveta at the ruins near Te Rya Village, she was the princess of Morgal, leading a comfortable, privileged life. That changed a week later when she found out that her brother, the king of Morgal at the time, was being used by the wretched military leaders of the mysterious country known as Tuaparang. So she followed her only option: join Matthew's group to defeat the commanders.
Morgal - along with many other countries - was wrapped in shadow of the Grave Eclipse, despite their best efforts. Forced to leave her homeland, Sveta resolved to take down the foul commanders and save her dear brother from the darkness. This journey led her and her new companions across the Great Eastern Sea in search of clues on how to end the Grave Eclipse. They discovered that in order to enter the Apollo Sanctum - a huge structure containing the only object capable of stopping the Eclipse, the Apollo Lens - they needed three different colored orbs of unknown origin, and a mysterious set of dark armor created for the use of beastmen. Being the only beastman in the group, it was necessary for her to use the Umbra Gear if they were to succeed in entering the Apollo Sanctum.
Unfortunately, what was waiting for her there was not what she expected. Volechek, having been left behind to fend off the shadow monsters in Belinsk, was ''saved'' by the imperial commanders of Tuaparang. He was now a monstrosity of darkness, blinded by anger and hate.
Grief-stricken Sveta was unable to go further when she discovered what happened to her brother. Upon the defeat of the Chaos Chimera - a horrendous mixture of the Tuaparang commanders and Volechek - Matthew attempted to fire the Apollo Lens and end the Grave Eclipse. But no matter how hard he tried, the light from the Sanctum was too much to handle and he was forced back each time.
Finally, Sveta realized that since she was the only one who could wear the Umbra Gear, she would have to be the one who fires the Lens. So she struggled over to Matthew's burnt body, and asked to borrow his spirit for strength. The young man gladly complied, lending over his soul. Together they climbed the Apollo Lens, resolved to end the Grave Eclipse, even at the price of their own lives.
But Volechek intervened, having finally come back to his senses at the sight of his sister in danger. He pushed them back and fired the Lens himself, ending both the Grave Eclipse and his life.
It would be a major understatement if someone said Sveta's life had been changed for the worse over the past few months.
Back in the snowy village of Imil, Matthew realized something. He and Sveta had merged souls and stayed that way for a while. He remembered the sensation of being in perfect sync with another living being. He realized that, had he merged with someone else, they probably would be separated within moments. Maybe that's why he felt some sort of attachment to her...
Thinking about the beast-girl reminded him of a strange incident that happened on that night, several weeks ago...
Flashback
Sailing across the vast expanse of blue saltwater known as the Great Eastern Sea was a marvelous ship, outfitted with the latest Lemurian technology. It had been around to see many long, harsh years, having been built about three decades ago. Its current captain, Eoleo, was quite determined to have it around for several more generations.
In the long, darkened hallways was Matthew, walking through the corridors with a single destination in mind. Earlier in the day, Sveta had asked if he could come to her room later, as she apparently had something to say. He accepted her invitation and continued with the days activities.
He arrived at her door. He began to get oddly fidgety, as if he were nervous about something. This was strange, as he usually never let anything get to him in such manner. Even stranger still, he noticed this only happened when Sveta was around. Most like because she can read his very mind...
He slowly reached for the doorknob, having regained his bearings. However, it seemed the beast-girl had already known of his arrival, as the door opened before he could grab hold of the handle, revealing a rather low-spirited Sveta.
''...Come in,'' she said quietly. The blond Venus Adept hastily complied, following her back to her room.
He couldn't blame the Jupiter Adept for looking so depressed. She just lost the last remaining link to her family days ago, and now all of her brother's responsibilities as ruler of Morgal has been placed on top of her shoulders. Her life in past two months have been harsh, especially considering the fact that she had been living a comfortable life before these events.
Her room wasn't really anything special. Matthew, Karis, Tyrell, Rief, Amiti, and Himi had been able to pack up belongings before the journey began, so their rooms had a fair amount of decoration. Sveta, on the other hand, didn't have the luxury. Having been forced out of her homeland without warning, she had no time to gather her personal belongings. As a result, the only objects in the room were her bed, some shelves for spare clothes, and anything she may have acquired during their travels.
Sveta sat on her bed, motioning for Matthew to follow. He sat next to her.
''So, uh...'' he began. ''What's up? Anything super-important?''
The young Jovian Smiled ever so slightly. ''No... not really,'' she said honestly. ''I... I just believe that I should express my gratitude, for all of the things you have done for me.''
Matthew raised one of his eyebrows. ''That's it? You could have told me in front of everyone else. In fact, they've all done things for you, remember?''
Sveta shook her head gently, swinging her braided lavender hair in the process. ''Matthew, you have done so much more than all of our other friends combined. I believe this merits private thanks.''
Matthew nodded, understanding what she meant. ''Oh... that,'' he muttered. ''I was only doing what was good for the group. There's really no need to thank me for something that had to be done.'' He paused to think for a moment. ''Besides, I really didn't do much... did I?''
Sveta giggled very lightly at his modesty, but immediately afterward returned to her previous serious state. ''You could not have possibly forgotten already...'' At the blank look on the young man's face, she sighed. ''Back in the ruins under Belinsk, you listened to what I had to say, even when I had proven myself as secretive,'' she explained. ''You then allowed me to join your group while everyone else (especially Tyrell) was reluctant to do so. You gave me a chance to save my country and avenge those who fell prey to the shadows. And,'' She paused, as if holding something back. ''And you helped me get over my brother's death, and tried to help me activate the Apollo Lens, even when you knew that we were going to die in the process. You've done much more than I could ever hope for,'' She finished quietly.
''...Woah, I guess that really is a lot, isn't it?'' Matthew admitted sheepishly. ''Sorry, a whole bunch of stuff has been happening recently so I kinda forgot a lot of things...'' He finished this with a weak chuckle.
''It's alright,'' she assured. ''I don't blame you. After all, you never imagined that this journey was going to amount to this much, right? All you needed to do was get the Mountain Roc feather and return it your father.''
''This just goes to show that things generally don't go according to plan,'' Matthew stated. ''I never thought I would become the leader of an eight people strong army like my dad was!'' He was attempting to cheer the young beast-girl up, but it seemed that he hit a sensitive cord instead.
She looked at him, her usually bright green eyes looking downcast. ''Matthew...'' she whispered. ''I want to ask you a question. And I would appreciate it if you answer it truthfully, because I do not find pleasure in searching one's private thoughts...''
''Okay, shoot.''
''Do...do you think I am qualified enough to become a good queen?'' she asked quietly.
Matthew mentally kicked himself. There he goes, reminding her of the new duties that had been placed on her shoulders. He could be such an idiot sometimes...
He contemplated her earnest question for several minutes. Sveta certainly was at a very young age - sixteen years old, to be exact - and she once mentioned that she had little to no knowledge of how to deal with political matter, despite the fact that she was the king's sister. This could lead to many difficulties... but he had read of young rulers of large countries in history books, and inexperienced political leaders had not been unheard of either. In fact, both Matthew and his father could fall into this category, and yet they both saved the world from major calamities. The beast-girl's mindset could help as well, a humble heart who only wants the best for her people.
He finished his deduction. Placing a comforting hand on Sveta's shoulder, he voiced his opinion. ''Listen, Sveta,'' he said gently. ''I know things will be hard on you, there is no denying that. But you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. You're a strong girl, anyone else would have completely broken down by now, had they been in your situation. Just don't lose yourself and everything will be alright, got it? You need to trust your instincts, your feelings.''
''So you are telling me I need to be like you?'' Sveta questioned. ''Rash, reckless, irrational...''
Matthew shook his head frantically. ''N-no, that's not what I meant!'' he insisted quickly. ''Be more like Karis, or even Rief. Make logical decisions and keep yourself level-headed. What I meant is that you should also follow what you think is right. If there is anything good that I learned on this adventure, I would have to say that its that just because something makes sense doesn't mean it is correct. I learned that the hard way, really...''
''... I see...'' Sveta said, amused by his reaction. ''I shall take that into consideration. Thank you for being truthful.''
He gave her a thumbs-up and a confident grin. ''No problem,'' he reassured. At this gesture, Sveta smiled sincerely for the first time in days, at least to Matthew's knowledge.
''But, not that I'm not glad I could help you...'' Matthew continued. ''Why did you ask me for this advice? You could have asked Amiti instead, he probably has much more knowledge about these types of things.'' Sveta's smile instantly dropped. Had Matthew been paying close attention, he would have discovered that the beast-girl's eyes widened just a tiny bit.
''I... um...'' She blushed slightly due to her own nervousness. ''I thought that since your the leader of our group, I should consult you first... right?'' The Jovian said this final bit oddly, almost as if trying to reassure herself. Fortunately for her, Matthew simply shrugged, satisfied with her answer.
''Everything's good then,'' Matthew said. ''Anything else?''
Sveta found it odd that she was trying to silence her thoughts, even when she knew that Matthew was not a mind-reader like she was. ''N-no, that is all...'' she said nervously. ''I apreciate your help.'' Matthew simply smiled at her.
''Anytime!'' Still smiling, he got up from the bed and headed for the door. He stopped as he opened it, however. ''Eh, I probably shouldn't have said that. We're going to arrive in Belinsk any day now,'' he said somberly. ''I'm gonna go to sleep now. Tomorrow is most likely going to be one our last days with everyone else, so we need to make every minute count.'' He shook his head sadly. ''See you tomorrow, then.'' He stepped out of the room and into the creaking hallways.
Sveta simply listened in silence as the Venusian said these cheerless words. She suddenly noticed herself biting her lip as she watched him leave. After several seconds of quiet, she got up and chased after him.
Matthew closed the door to Sveta's dormitory behind him and started making his way back to his own room. He had barely rounded a corner when he heard the beast-girl's door open once again.
''Matthew...'' He heard her whisper his name behind him. He turned around, only to find her arms wrapped around him in an embrace. He could feel one of her long ears tickling the back of his neck. She shifted a little, and he could feel something come into contact with his right cheek.
When the surprised Venus Adept realized what was happening, he began to blush very furiously.
''...Thank you...'' And just as suddenly as she appeared, she let go of him and ran back to her room, leaving a very confused Matthew once more alone in the hallway.
''Hic... 'sup,'' Or so he thought. One of the crew members of the ship passed by, a bottle of rum in his hand, looking like he could pass out at any moment. He promptly did so before he could turn around the final corner to his resting quarters.
''...Wha...?'' Matthew muttered to himself. ''Did she just... I... uh...?'' He once again headed back to his room, baffled and wondering as to why Sveta would do such an act...
End Flashback
Before Matthew knew it, he had moved from behind small boxes in a corner to the bridge he had dashed across when trying to escape the man who had his clothes ruined. He was staring at the beautiful frozen river beneath when he snapped back to reality.
'That's... weird...' he thought. He obviously didn't remember walking unconsciously. He looked at the position of Sol in the sky, hoping to find out what the current time was.
'I've been out of it for an hour... I didn't even notice the time pass!' he mused. 'Maybe Mia is done tending to that patient. Better get going, then...' He didn't budge. He was frozen, staring at the river of icy waters.
'I hope Sveta is okay,' he thought worriedly. 'It must be hard on her, with rumors of her failures spreading spreading across the countries. With so much on her hands, I wouldn't blame her for messing up. I just wish I could be there to help her, though I doubt I would be seeing her again anytime soon...'
Que random, unexpected thought. 'There goes my chance of dating her...' The moment this stealthy thought crossed his mind, he banished it from his consciousness. 'STOP! I can't let this go on any longer. I could be facing Dullahan in the face, and all I would be doing would be thinking about Sveta and her boldness! No distractions. I need to contact Mia.'
He formulated his plan as he ran towards the hospital on the distant hill. He would find Mia and tell her about the recent developments. He needed to convince her that she is needed at Kalay. Then he would find Tyrell, as he knew the Mars Adept would most likely get lost trying to look for him. They would go back through Bilibin, drop Mia at Kalay, then receive further instructions from Isaac. Easy stuff, right?
Wrong.
During the teenage years, Garet, along with his friend Isaac, learned of a new world beyond landmasses. This world was the sea.
Having been living in a landlocked village surrounded by mountains, the two boys had been deprived of beauty of the sea. When the task of regaining the Elemental Stars from the Proxian fiends and returning them to the Sol Sanctum was thrust upon their shoulders, they were given the opportunity to finally see the marvelous blue oceans with their own eyes. Unfortunately, the mission bogged down their ability to rest and observe.
Garet had planned many trips to the Karagol sea with his son Tyrell on his free time. His excuse for these trips was that he was teaching his son how to properly catch fish, so that if he didn't have any food supplies, Tyrell could always just catch food instead. Isaac, being who he was, was not fooled. He knew Garet was simply taking his son to the sea to simply avoid depriving the energetic youth of the marvels of the Big Blue, as they both had been in their childhood. Isaac soon gave in and began to take Matthew on these ''fishing trips'' as well.
With the knowledge of fishing in his mind, Tyrell, after half an hour of searching (not to mention going to the bathroom), approached the icy shores of Imil. Standing nearby were two men, arguing about where and how to fish properly.
''Hey guys,'' the young lad called as he prepared the net he had brought with him in his backpack. ''Watch the master!'' The two men looked at him skeptically, baffled by the fact that this arrogant young man believed that he was better than them.
They watched as he drew back his arms, net in hand, preparing for a huge throw. He thrust his arm forward, sending the net flying into the distance, while still holding on to the rope necessary to reel it back in. Then he closed his eyes...
They waited for several minutes. And waited, and waited, and waited, and waited...
Tyrell suddenly jerked his arm back, bringing back the huge net, along with several dozens of fish ready to be roasted and eaten. The jaws of the two other fishermen dropped, staring agape at the youngster who had bested them. They then fell their knees and bowed before him.
''Please, show us more of your skills!'' the first man cried.
''Your abilities are unmatched, teach us your wisdom, master!'' the second one begged.
''The best way to learn is to observe...'' Tyrell said, trying his best to sound wise. And failing. Regardless, the two older men nodded eagerly.
Tyrell began the same routine, throwing the net with all his might. He believed he had spotted a large school of fish in the foggy distance. The net now in place, they waited once more.
Tyrell took notice to the fact that the group of fish he had seen was adding a lot of weight to the net. 'More weight means a bigger catch,' he thought carelessly. He closed his eyes, waiting for the moment. 'Patience is virtue...' he thought, which is ironic, considering the fact that he probably the least patient of the group.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, please stand by...
NOW! He pulled with all his might, but the weight was too much for the net be reeled in on the first try. He began to pull more slowly, bringing the net in at a gradual pace. The net soon arrived, and the three fishermen were exited to see what the catch was.
As they looked closely, Tyrell could tell something was off. The eager grin was soon wiped entirely off his face when he realized what it was. Or rather, who it was...
This catch was rather abnormal. Okay, maybe weird. Or maybe downright impossible.
''Oh... shit.''
Matthew had finished talking with the man at the entrance of the hospital. Indeed, Mia had just become available minutes ago. The first leg of their journey was already about to be over.
Or so he thought.
He noticed movement at corner of his eye. He turned to see the welcoming sight of Tyrell coming up the icy, snow-capped hill. Which is odd, because he always thought the red-head had a poor sense of direction without someone else to help him out. Matthew smiled and waved for him to come over.
This smile faltered when he saw the grim look on his friends face. Curious, Matthew looked closely at the oddly shaped object draping on Tyrell's shoulder. The smile vanished completely when he recognized what it was, or more appropriately, whoit was.
His heart skipped a beat. The color drained from his face. His blood went cold.
There, hanging on Tyrell's shoulder, was Sveta.
Woo, milestones! Man, we've got the first (one-sided) battle scene, first shippy moment, and first (half-assed) cliffhanger! Tell me what you think (even if I personally think this chapter sucks)! :D
Things have been kinda busy here in real life, and my computer was trolling me for a while as well, so I couldn't start writing this chapter for some time. Hopefully this kinda-sorta makes up for it though! Sorry for being so late. :(
Things will get more serious from this point onwards.
No questions in the comments this time? Ah, well. Thank for the reviews! Your feedback is appreciated greatly! :D :D :D
...Random quote!
''Oh, pisser!'' ~John F. Kennedy in CoD: BO: Z