-Well, here's part II, I'll start writing the next Chapter after my class test tomorrow

-A bit rushed, but the next one will be better...

"I'll be going inside to find out then", she gestured Warren to step aside, which he did, "wouldn't want to keep him waiting, eh?"

Warren huffed: "Yeah, whatever."

He shot a glance after her as she passed the door and went upstairs, he couldn't exactly say what he thought of her. His automatic response was rejection, then again she didn't seem that bad.

But it wouldn't matter once he got out of here, maybe the Strongholds would even send him to another city, so making connections now was just unnecessary.

Soon after Warren had sat down on the bench the front door of the house swung open again and the girl from before exited, dragging Jetstream's son outside after her.

"Hey, uhm... I didn't catch you name earlier", she said, looking at Warren.

He returned her gaze, staying casual: "That's because I didn't say it."

"Well, what is you name?", she kept her grip on Will's wrist, much to the discomfort of the latter.

There was no reason not to tell her his name: "It's Warren... Warren Peace."

"I see, now Warren, you said you were waiting for Will's parents to return right? Well they won't be coming back until evening, so you care to join us?", the offer seemed sincere, too sincere for Warren's taste.

"Actually I'll rather stay here, wouldn't want to miss them, eh?", it was a lame excuse, and a badly placed innuendo on her way of speaking earlier, but Layla seemed to get the clue.

"That's okay, see you then", and with that she went on crossing the lawn.

He eyed the two as they left, and caught Layla telling Will: "You see? He didn't try to kill you."

Warren chuckled and leaned back, enjoying the warmth of the day as noon passed and the sun began to sink.

"He talks about a way to become what the people would call god."

He remembered, it was that white-haired guy on the train who said this sentence.

"Warren, do you hear me?", and that voice again, that unknown voice of some woman.

And Warren finally saw.

A forest, with trees as giant as skyscrapers.

Thick twines covered the ground, long vines hand from the branches, everything seemed immersed with a soothing green light.

And there she was, the person who was talking to him.

A woman with long, red hair, white skin and dark eyes, clad in long, green robes.

"Warren, I need to talk to you", again, this voice, she was looking directly at him now.

He looked down at his own body, he was wearing a black coat with a flame-like emblem embroidered on it.

"What do you want, Layla?", his own voice speaking, even though he didn't move his lips. What was happening? This seemed unreal.

A dream?

"It is about Will, he needs our help", she seemed desperate, only now Warren noticed that all vegetation around the woman was wittering away, as if her mood spread directly to the plants.

"What has happened?", if this was a dream, why did he feel the heat around him, the ground beneath his feet, he didn't remember a dream feeling this real ever before.

Layla took a step towards him, destroying more plants as she moved: "He is dying."

Suddenly the two seemed aflame, the ground was bursting, the whole world turned to dust in the blink of an eye.

And a voice, deep and knowing resonated from the destruction: "Thank you for showing us her location."

He woke up moments before The Commander returned from work and told him to get his stuff ready.

He was gone two hours later, leaving the Stronghold's house behind for good.