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A/N: Just so everyone knows my stories are rated T just to be safe, as I'm writing from a teenage standpoint. Well I think that's it so Sit back, Relax and Enjoy. (Oh wait one more thing; reviews and comments are most welcome but if you have nothing nice to say please keep it to yourself. Thank you.)

Forgotten Tears:

Larsa and Shelke

4.

"I say we ought leave tomorrow." Larsa suggested, sitting across from Shelke in a booth at The Seventh Heaven Bar, in Sector Seven.

"I…don't know." Shelke began nervously.

Larsa reached for her hand across the table. She flinched and he pulled back, sighing. "Ghis knows you've escaped." He said honestly. "Like a hidden thread lay bare, your actions hereafter will pull at that thread and we shall see what it unravels. This is our chance! We must see this through…"

Shelke nodded, rose and ran off, Larsa at her heels.

After what felt like forever, they arrived at a grotto hidden in a seaside cave. Larsa stared in amazement.

"Incredible! This is what I came here to see. Thank you. I'll repay you shortly."

Shelke watched him as he made his way over to a crystal in the center of a pool, his hand outstretched.

"Then that means…" Larsa breathed, realization dawning on him. He then turned back to Shelke. "That stone I gave you, do you still carry it with you?"

She nodded, handing it over.

Larsa held it in his hands a moment. "This is a thing more dangerous again than I had imagined. I should've never given it to you." He said, tucking it away.

"Why…?" Shelke questioned, but trailed off as approaching footsteps cut their conversation short. They'd been found.

A range of gunners had entered the cave, blocking their escape. There was a simultaneous click as they readied their guns.

Larsa, determined to protect her, stepped into the range of the gunners. If they wanted Shelke they'd have to go through him first.

Shelke shook her head, moving closer, desperate to push him out of the way. "Since coming here I've realized one thing; I don't wanna let down anyone who's counting on me."

Larsa sighed. "I can think of no other way to avoid bloodshed." He said, putting a hand in front of her to stop her from persuading him otherwise.

Shelke sighed, lowering her gaze. "I don't want you to die. No. Not…yet. There's still so much I…" she trailed off, leaving her words unspoken. But Larsa understood and he smiled.

He then pulled out the Nethicite stone, raising it high and drawing Shelke's magic out of her, creating a shield. The moment he lowered his hand he fell. Then, there was the sound of gunshots and finally, silence.