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Okay, so I just got halfway through chapter 6 in Word, so I'll try updating evertime I finish a chapter. That way, I won't screw up and do something stupid. XD Thanks for reading! RxR!
Disclaimer: The Wing Alchemist doesn't own anything except for Moriko, Gabe, minor characters, songs, and this tuna sandwhich! looks at empty hand Crud...
Chapter 2: The Man in Black
Moriko opened her eyes to the ceiling of her bedroom, a pale off white. She felt heavy and stiff as she sat up awkwardly, rolling onto her side and forcing herself upright. There was a sharp pain in her left hand when she put pressure on it, and she yelped. She lay back down on her pillow, trying to remember what had happened last night. She remembered collapsing, but everything after that was fuzzy. She vaguely recalled a man with dark hair, and a smiling woman in green, but what happened was a mystery.
Outside the door, Gabe was sleeping fitfully, tossing and turning in his blanket. He dreamt of the rolling fields of Hyrule, but they were covered in fire. Gabe felt the heat roll over him like a thick blanket. There were deep gouges in the dirt, and a black goop oozed out of them. There was a figure in the middle of the field, standing over a fallen person. The figure standing was a man, dressed in black armor. His eyes were red with fury and greed, and a crazed smile played across his lips. Gabe tore his gaze from the scary man to look at the figure on the ground. Dirty blonde hair clung to the person's face, matted with blood. It looked like a girl. He cringed at the large gash running down her arm, but his gaze caught sight of the three triangles on her hand. One was glowing green, while the other two were glowing a pale red and blue. The girl stirred after a bit, propping herself up on her uninjured arm. She was breathing heavily, gritting her teeth to keep the pain away. Gabe saw her stand up, leaning on her blue hilted sword like a crutch. Her blue eyes glinted determinedly as she stared the man down. Gabe gasped.
It was Moriko. His own Moriko, facing her death.
Gabe awoke with a jolt, his hands almost welded to the blanket. He scrambled up and ran into Moriko's room. Seeing she was awake, he threw himself at her, sobbing hysterically.
"Moriko!" he cried, his face buried in her chest. Moriko took a second to register Gabe's outburst, then wrapped hr arms around his shaking frame.
"Gabe, love, what's the matter? What happened?"
"I had…a horrible nightmare!" he said between sobs. His tears were hot against the skin of Moriko's collarbone, but she dismissed it. Gabe was afraid of something, and he needed a friend now.
"You want to talk about it?" she asked, gently detaching him from her shirt. Gabe sniffled for a bit, then described the dream to her, using every detail he could remember. Moriko sat patiently for him to finish, but her eyes widened at the mention of a man in black. Gabe saw this and slowed down, but moriko urged him to continue.
When he did finish, Moriko was nervous. She remembered the same man in black from her dream. Their dreams may have been different in a way, but there was one certain thing. Moriko and that man would meet, though when would be a mystery.
Gabe was crying against her shoulder again, holding her shirt in a death grip. She wrapped her arms around him and quietly sang him a song.
No words, no talk. We'll go dreaming
No pain, no hurt. We'll go dreaming.
Gabe's crying quieted until they were sniffles. He loosened his grip on her shirt a little, so she kept going.
Walk with me, The future's at hand. Here with us, Here where we stand.
Moriko felt Gabe him nodding off now. His crying had tired him out. She continued singing, racking the boy back and forth.
We both know the power of pain, We get back up and start it again. With new hope, no place for tears, Leave behind those frozen years. Come with me and we'll go dreaming.
Gabe breathing evened out and quieted, allowing Moriko to unlatch him from her shirt and lay him on the bed. She wiped the last of the tears from his cheeks and got up, making her way to her closet. She grabbed a pair of tan pants and a white blouse, along with a white hair ribbon, then headed for the bathroom. As she got dressed, she tried thinking about the dreams. The same evil man appeared in them, and each time, he'd tried to take something from Moriko. A golden triangle. Moriko pulled her shirt on and looked at the triangles on her left hand. What was it called again? The Triforce? Funky name. Wasn't that something from a fairytale?
She finished getting ready and checked Gabe. He was snoozing peacefully under her comforter, his black hair fanning out around his head like a halo. She crept down the hall until she reached the kitchen. From the small amount of light coming through the windows, it looked to be midday. She took a bottle of milk out of the fridge and began drinking, her eyes fixed on the shadows beyond the glass. She felt her hand shake as she set the bottle on the counter, her mind being to give in to unease.
Her gut began doing flips at the thought of that mad red haired man, grinning greedily at her. She remembered the crazed look in his eyes when her hand had lit up, and the look of contempt when the lady in green had interfered. Her stomach did one too many flips and she threw up in her mop bucket a few feet away.
With a groan, she carried the bucket to the door and outside to the small river, emptying it into the clear water. She sat down hard and spat the last of the vomit into the water. Why was she so worried? IT had only been a dream. The man in black had probably been a dream. Only a dream.
As she repeated this to herself, Laura, who'd been doing laundry, dropped the bed sheet she'd been working with and ran to her friend.
"Moriko! You're awake!" she cried, hugging her friend tightly. Moriko flinched at her friend's touch and pushed her away, vomiting into the river again. Her throat felt raw now, and her voice was barely a whisper.
"What…happened to…me?" she asked between ragged breaths.
"Well, after you passed out, ma and I carried you back to your house, and Gabe wouldn't let you go. He held your hand all night, even after he fell asleep," Laura said. "He told me that you were mumbling in your sleep after we came back around sunrise. Something about letting go?"
"Oh…that was my crazy dream." Moriko vomited again, then laid back on the soft grass. "I feel so out of it right now…"
"Let's get you to the spring," Laura suggested. Moriko nodded and accepted her help, leaning on her arm as they traveled into the forest east of the village. The birds chirped sadly that morning, singing of something to come. Moriko felt something warm on her cheek as she walked. When she brought her hand to it, what came away on her hand was a tear. She quickly wiped it away and breathed deeply, ignoring another wave of nausea.
They entered a glade not forty feet from the rest of the village. The light there was brighter than usual, a benefit of the light spirit who supposedly dwelled in the spring. The water there was cool on Moriko's feet as Laura helped her in. The trees above gave the glade a very serene atmosphere, and that helped Moriko relax. Her worries about the man in black malted away, along with any notion of the lady in green. She didn't even realize her left hand was bleeding until Laura pointed it out.
"What?" she said, looking at her hand. The outline of the Triforce was bleeding slowly, dripping into the spring water.
"I'm going to get help!" Laura shouted, already turning back to the village. "I'll be back in a second!"
Moriko nodded and took the white ribbon out of her hair, wrapping it quickly around the cut. How'd it open? She hadn't cut it on anything recently.
Suddenly the world went pink, as if it had gone from midday to twilight in seconds. Moriko fell backwards as a large bird swooped into the area, grabbing at her with large talons. It scratched her arm, but was pushed back by a wave of light. The twilight diluted, but only a little.
"Moriko," a soft voice called from the heart of the spring. "Come here, little one."
Moriko looked around the area in an attempt to find the voice, but couldn't see anyone. She wadded into the spring until the water was up to her waist. "Who's there?" she asked.
"I am Ordona, the Light Spirit who watches over this province. There will be a terrible crisis in your village soon. Your friends are in great danger, Moriko."
"What?! Danger?! Then I have to-!"
"Even if you tried to help, you'd only be captured. Kaiser wants you, and one else."
Kaiser. That name alone broke down the hazy barrier between Moriko and her dream. The man in black had been called Kaiser. He'd tried to kill her in her dream, so what would happen in reality? Moriko froze at the thought of it, her emotions torn. If she left, she'd most likely be killed. But if she didn't go, her friends and family might be killed. Her fears kept her frozen to the spot, but something in the back of her mind urged her forward. If she didn't go, she had no right to be called a human. She had to save her friends.
Moriko took off in the direction of the village.
WOOTS! I got another chapter up! I'll add another once I regain my composure. deep breath It ain't working...phoo. Thanks for reading this! I'll try to get the next one up soon! XD --W.A.