Since I got two wonderful and encouraging comments I decided to write a new chapter. Wh00t. Spring is gone, summer has come, life goes on and on…. And I'm bored to tears. Honestly what am I doing?? Can't write proper fics. Bear with me. Oh yeah, suggestions are appreciated and welcome.

' You are fully healed, Artegor. Consider yourself lucky, your illness could have destroyed you,' Simbai commented while peering at a blood sample she extracted from her patient.

' Hmpph, I seriously doubt that. Still, I owe you.' He was sitting on the white clean hospital bed. Everything in the room annoyed him to no end, especially his former friend Aarch who believed they were rebuilding their long lost friendship. Artegor wondered if he wanted to be friends again with his old rival. This was not something he had time to deal with at the moment. What happened in the match was still a big blur to him. Only fragments remained. Distorted fragments.

Flashback -' I don't care you're in pain, Sinedd, finish it.' The striker tried to run towards the goal with the football, only to fall on the ground and scream in pain. ' Get up, you fool! Or I will send you back where you came from. The orphanage still has some places available……'–

Artegor inwardly cringed at the harsh words. Did he really say that? Oh god, what have I done. I let him play to fulfill my own selfish needs. That poor boy has suffered enough already.

' Artegor? Artegor!' 'huh' he looked up to meet Aarch's questioning eyes, which were filled with concern. -concern for me?-

' You seemed a bit lost. Are you sure you're alright. Simbai can recheck your vitals,' Aarch replied. ' No, no… It is just that I am worried for my team's welfare. Maybe they are suffering from the loss of the smog as well. I have to check on them.' Artegor walked towards the door. ' I doubt that will be necessary.' Simbai interrupted. ' The people from the Shadow archipelagos are perfectly capable to sustain their life forms without the smog. It is how they are created. No need for worry.'

' It is Sinedd I am worried about. He was in poor physical condition just when the match started. The loss may have a greater affect on him than we can imagine.' Both Aarch and Simbai looked worried at the information. ' When you find him, Artegor, bring him to me. I might be able to do something about it. However, if he waits to long to come see me there might be too little to work with for me. I am only doing the best I can, but there is a limit to my medical attentions.

'Thank you, thank you both.' Artegor replied as he turned and walked towards the door. At the door he waited. ' I know you have always tried to renew our friendship, Aarch. Maybe this time you will succeed.' A small smile danced on his lips as he disappeared around the corner.

'I hope so, old friend..'



Back outside, Artegor pondered how to contact his pupils, since he had not seen them after the match. ' I just might win the galactic football cup for the crappiest coach. My team's homeland just exploded and I didn't even have the guts to console them for their loss…. I'm so sorry'

People have died in that blast. They have died a gruesome death.

Truth was that the inhabitants of the Shadow archipelagos were not well liked throughout the universe, but with a little effort one could experience unwavering friendship and kindness. Over the years, planet Shadow had become a new home for Artegor and he knew that Sinedd had experienced the same.

Artegor extracted his cell phone from his pocket and saw that he had three messages. The first was of a journalist who requested a meeting to hear his side of the story of the match. He quickly deleted the message. The second was from a Galactik football official who wanted to know if he would continue to train with the Shadows next Sunday. 'Of course not, idiot.' And deleted the second message as well.Then he loaded the final message. Artegor pressed his phone close to his ear in order to listen to the third message. The voice was faint and raspy. '. '….. gasp…. Please ….someone…anyone…' Then the message stopped.

Artegor stared in shock at his cell phone. He had recognized the voice immediately. How could he not. He heard it every day.

'Sinedd!'

Beautiful mother, soft and sweet
Once you were gone I was not complete.
Back through the years I reached for you.
Alas, it was not meant to be

The warmth that radiated of her body was warm and inviting. Her eyes were full of kindness, staring at him and taking in his battered form. In his mind's eye he was a little boy again, who was afraid to be taken away for the second time. 'You have come a long way my son,' she whispered. ' But you are ill and you're not fighting it.' She outstretched her arm and took his hand in her own. Softly she smiled at him. ' Please fight, let me see your fiery spirit again. Fight for your life in this world.'

Sinedd sighed. A tear tickled down his left cheek and vanished in the light. They were not in the cold office anymore and Sinedd wondered if they still were in the same dimension. ' I don't want to. There is nothing left to fight for anymore.' His eyes pleaded desperately. ' Please mom, let me go with you.'

His mother exhaled softly and embraced him.

'My son… I love you'



The last thing Sinedd felt was his body dissolving in the white light. A pleasant feeling. And then, there was no more.

Artegor shakily used the tracking device to locate Sinedd's cell phone and silently prayed it would work. – Cell phone located- The computer told him. If this didn't work he would not know what to do. This was the only way to locate him. The exact location popped on his phone and Artegor gasped. Sinedd was close. Very close. Not wasting any time ,Artegor sprinted down the hallway onto the open street. His office was only five blocks away.

Four minutes later he pushed through a vast group of tourists outside his building. He had no time to be polite, there was a boy that needed him. Swiftly he crossed two hallways and momentarily paused at the door of his office. ' Please be ok.' With an outstretched arm, Artegor opened the door.

The sight that met him caused him to gasp in horror.

'No…!'

Mhoahaha, evil cliff hanger. Is it a bird, is it a plane or is it Sinedd lying dead on the floor. Who knows, anything could happen. Do leave a comment, please.