Oh, hello~! It's been, what, two months since I created this? Welp, here ye go! Also, you'll probably find an extreme resemblance to the translated lyrics in here, heh.

Disclaimer: I do not own Synchronicity, or Elsword, and blahblahblahblahblah.

(If you hadn't noticed, I got tired of writing A.N.s with Elsword characters' interjections.)

Looking for You in the Sky

The First Coincidence

A shadow looms West across a grass laden plane. One singular shadow. It's governor a man of crimson with a path heading East. He stands only. Only he and his shadow.

He sits on the ground, and map spread before him. Crinkled and worn, it had only three small rocks to keep it from catching the breeze and escaping. One of the corners fluttered. It did not disturb the man, though.

A song filled his head, oddly enough. With unrecognizable lyrics, and a melody to soothe the heart. It seemed to guide his hand, which was clamped about a charcoal writing utensil. It created beautiful marks to lead him across the earth.

In his other hand was clenched a pendent of silver. The only remaining piece of that beloved elder sister he had left. Although his was shaped differently, it was still related to the other piece.

He heaved a tiny, tiny sigh. It had been two years since his wandering first began. He didn't mind, entirely. He was driven by an endless, hauntingly beautiful song. It seemed to play throughout his head everyday. It emptied his consciousness of any feeling. Any feeling but that determination to find her.

That melody did not just come and go. It lingered. When it did leave, it did so in a leak. It faltered and dulled so very not noticeably that he could never remember when it disappeared exactly.

It seemed as if he had traveled this earth for much longer than only two years, however. As if he had been doing so for eternity. Ever since that dragon had first come into existence.

The day passed, though. He did not notice it's beauty. That song was filling his head. It rose and dropped and flittered about. Throughout the meadows and sparsely space trees.

It made the fire glow happily, and the crickets chirp in glee. Elation filled the trees whispers, and the wildlife began to sing along. It was oddly cool. His throat had burned, but this song soon eliminated the sensation of being scorched from the inside.

He heard her. It filled him with extreme purpose. He wanted to find her. He needed to find her. He needed to see that smile that was etched so deeply into his conscious again. He needed to hear the lifting, lowering, flying tune she sang with his ears. Not his head.

He clutched that pendant hanging so uselessly around his neck. A quiver ruptured through his body. As the song of every being around him died in fading harmonies, one thought was resolved with iron.

Even if he did not know why, he simply needed to find his sister.

The next day was not one of significant importance. It was an individual wave in this ocean of his. Yet, that wave seemed to bring upon a tiny pearl of glittering hope.

It was surely tiny, though.

"They say she sings the songs of the trees, and creatures of the woods!" An elderly man, surrounded by squealing children, cried out in the voice of a story teller. It resonated through Elsword's head. He paused in the bustling street of this town. It was a street in the middle of a market, how could it not be bustling?

"She has hair the color and length of sunbeams, and eyes that mimic blades of grass. With her always is a majestic bow made of wood from the Tree of El!" The children oohed, and Elsword dodged a panicked woman in search of a clothweaver.

"They say she is as old as a dragon, and just as, if not more, wise as one! If not as bloodthirsty nor hoarding as one." Giggles spread throughout the small company of children. A few gave terrified looks. Others gave mocking screams.

"It was because of this that the great dragon Oraegad sought her. He searched far and wide for this elven women. Without knowing her name, her face, or her voice, Oraegad searched. He was looking for something, or someone, they say. Something so terribly precious that he would stoop so low as to ask an elf." Elsword frowned, wishing the old man would get on with it.

"Did he find her?" A little one with large irises of cyan questioned.

"Oh yes, after many, many generations of humans had passed. He searched and searched and finally his search bore fruit! He found the elven woman deep in the forest of Jeliaad. He cried out to her, 'Elf! Assist me!' And although his words were garbled, she understood. With the grace that only an elf can posess, she turned to acknowledge him. 'Sir Oraegad, how shall I help you if I do not even know what it is you wish to have help with?'" The children had grown silent as the tale enraptured the.

"Oraegad looked at the elf with great olive eyes and spoke. 'I wish to find the greatest treasure in this land, for I know that you know what it is.' He said with a sneer, a long-toothed, gruesome sneer. With what one may considered coyness, the elf curtsied. 'With what shall you reward me with, great dragon?' The dragon smiled a malicious smile, and spoke with a scratched voice. 'A magnificent arrow for a magnificent bow.' And with that, the elf knew that she must help this dragon." Tiny gasps echoed about. By now, the old man had attracted more than just a crowd of children.

"So the elf and the dragon left together to search for the greatest treasure that this world had to offer. Many years passed, many generations came and went. It was not until a peaceful kingdom was erected that the dragon found what he was looking for. He left alone, and returned to the elf with a town burning in his wake, and a sorrowful girl with a cloth tied around her eyes.

'I have found the greatest treaure!' He roared, elation causing his voice to flutter more than thunder. 'Thank you for your efforts elf, but you may leave.' Before she did so, however, she spoke assertively and asked Oraegad, 'Where is my reward?' With no more words between the two, the dragon gave the elf a magical arrow. With no more glances passed between the two, the elf strung her bow. With a light breath, she drew it back, aimed at the preoccupied dragon's soft area on it's neck, just beneath where one may find his chin.

A twang erupted, shaking the ground and world. Olive eyes grew, and the girl he had been carrying before fell to the ground like a doll. A piercing screech of a roar pierced the sky as the dragon folded in on itself. It folded, and compressed until it was nothing but a scalely orb with than erupted into flames. The ashes, all the was left of the dragon's, fluttered and whispered. The girl's blindfold fell, and nothing but black voids were revealed. The dragon's soul wisped about, entering the girl through her emptiness.

'I am sorry for I can only bind him like that. Your pact with him shall hold forever, though. I cannot undo that. I can grant you freedom as his body is no longer present. However, if you are not strong he will consume your own mind, and steal your body. Live carefully, and never stop singing." A silence filled with nothing but ringing engulfed the listeners. Slowly, the everyday sounds of a bustling market street returned.

"And that was how the great elven warrior sealed a dragon in a human girl's body. Her words, they say, ring true even to this day." Elsword hurried away before any applause could deafen him even more. He knew what he had to do now.

He just needed to learn where that elf lived now, if she lived.

It was quiet. It was damp. Light drifted into the dank cavern. Somehow, it continued to stay dark.

With glowering red irises, she sang. It was a song of everlasting. It continued on and on and on and on. It would not stop until life itself stopped.

Her throat was dreadfully pained. Her voice caught, and her breath hitched. The monster stirred before she started singing again. It returned to peace.

The monster was a liar. It disguised itself as a tiny girl. A tiny girl with silky hair of purple hue. Silky purple hair that was constantly kept in twintails.

The monster tried to hide it's eyes with a mask. A mask that replaced it's stormy olive eyes with voids of nothingness.

She could not be fooled, the one of red. She knew better. This was no girl before her. It was a monster. A beast. A dragon that destroyed happiness itself.

The girl slept soundly. The only evidence of it's monster characteristics being the scales that marred the uncovered sections of her neck.

The girl would have spat if she could. But she could not. She could only sing. Sing and hope. Hope that maybe her song was not being wasted on such a creature.

Maybe her song could be heard by the people who needed it. Maybe it provided hope for them. Maybe it gave them peace.

If only it gave them peace.

But she could not sing for the people, she had to please the dragon. The dragon that terrorized people for it's personal pleasure. A dragon that wished for nothing but beautiful things, beautiful people, and beautiful songs.

If only it were that simple.

The tiny girl was not always afraid. Only sometimes did she quiver, did she gasp in fear. It was only sometimes that the tremors racked her body. It was only sometimes that she could feel the dragon's claws beginning to dig into the first layer of her will.

She knew she was not expendable. She knew that the dragon, and the people, and even the Singer needed her. if she were to die, if she were to run away, if she were to act selfishly, then they would all die.

Firstly the people would, of course, because the dragon would be free. Free and bored. His body was somehow growing. She didn't know how, or even where, but she could tell through the whispers of the dragon's own conscious into hers.

After the people were gone, then the dragon himself would die. She was not sure how, but she knew he would if she let herself happiness. As good as it sounded, she did not want to risk being wrong. Especially if the dragon's body was truly growing back, somehow.

So she remained as she was. A bind. A shackle. A lock of obsidian. Completely unbreakable. She had to.

She bound the dragon's conscious to her own. She did not let it in. She let it cling onto the outskirts. That way it could not control her to do terrible things.

She hoped not.

Vaguely, when she was not concentrating on not allowing that dragon in, then she could her the Singer's voice. It was beautiful. As was the previous' was.

Whenever those moments arrived, she would feel much more relaxed. She would feel more in control, less in danger of the dragon's imminent control.

She felt like she could breathe, like she could see again. Of course, she couldn't. She had been blind for such a long time. At least a century, maybe two.

She was only alive because the dragon was alive. If the dragon were to die, she would die also. She would not mind, of course.

But she did not want the dragon to die. A dragon's life goes on as long as the sun. A dragon's death ensures the sun's death. It would ensure the world's death.

She did not want the people to die.

She loved the people very much.

So she hoped, sometimes prayed, that the dragon would not die that day. That she would not die that day. That the Singer would not die that day.

Vaguely, she heard the singer's voice. It had a strange feeling to it. It rang through the tiny girl's chest. It filled her with an unknown sensation.

And because of that sensation, for the first time since the week that her eyes had been thrown to the ground, the tiny girl wept.

Alright, so I know Aisha's logic is very much flawed("A dragon's death ensured the sun's death.") but if you were trapped in a cave with a dragon's mind inside your own, than would you be more lucid? Dooo~~~~ubt it~! To be honest, I never planned for the storytelling to be there. It's just, when I originally finished this chapter, it was only like 1200 words or so, and I thought that that number lacked... numbers. So I lengthened the chapter so that Rena would be able to come in logically. I was just gonna bring her in coincidentally, but this way is better, I think.

"Thank you"s all around to: AiniTomochan, sOdAPopgrl133, Rinky-kun, an' ShinigamiKin for the reviews~!

I also really like writing about story tellers.

Toodle-loodles,

~My-Joyful-Chaos