Third chapter! I'm so sorry I didn't update for such a long time, my allergies were playing up, and I had a splitting headache...Anyways, many apologizes, and Merry Christmas to the people who live in Australia and beyond!
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Second chapter. Again, I put the original chapters three and four together to make one longer one.
DISCLAIMER:I do NOT own Summon Night Swordcraft Story! Though I will soon...
"I don't know Pratty..."
Sakuro and Pratty reached Master Rondeau's little home a few minutes later, Sakuro carefully holding the limp body in his arms.
"Master Sakuro, I'll open the door." Pratty said as Sakuro gingerly reached over for the handle.
"Thank you, Pratty..."
"Lemme see...Rumari, Ureksa,Sanary's ugly sister..." Varil muttered, ticking each person off with his fingers."Well, maybe Sanary's sister isn't so ugly, but hey, she's Sanary's sister..."
"Oh, hello Pratty and Sakuro, what brings you here?" Rondeau greeted them,standing from his chair and putting his cup down.
"Master Rondeau, something-"began Pratty, but was cut off by Razzy, who had leapt up from her seat corresponding to the elder man's one.
"Hey Big Sis, what happened? Why is that person dead? Do you wanna see the flower seeds I picked up from Clarie? They're really nice! Although I haven't planted them yet and I don't know what they look like, but do you? Huh? Huh?" Razzy asked, bouncing up and down.
"Whoa Razzy, let me explain what happened, will you." said Sakuro, smiling at her. Though Razzy got a tad bit annoying at times, nearly everybody seemed to adore her.
"Oh, ok!" shouted Razzy, not at all discouraged."See ya Big Sis!"
"Hey, Razzy, you don't ha-"
SLAM
"You don't have to leave...oh well..." sighed an exasperated Pratty. Sakuro and Rondeau cast amused glances in each other's directions before getting serious again.
"Sakuro, what is this here?" asked Rondeau, cautiously peering at the body Sakuro was still holding.
"I don't know what happened," grunted Sakuro "But is there anywhere to put him down?"
"Oh, terribly sorry." apologized Rondeau before moving over to let Sakuro pass and allowed him to gently place the body on the carpet.
"Master Sakuro, doesn't it seem a little inappropriate to put a body on the carpet...?" murmured Pratty anxiously.
"Oh, you're right, let's see..."replied Sakuro, looking around for an appropriate place to put the body.
"The ghost might haunt us..."whimpered Pratty.
"Eh? Pratty, you don't still believe in ghost stories, do you?" asked Sakuro, turning to stare at her.
"No...It's just...um...eh..."
Rondeau chuckled as he sat and listened quietly to Sakuro and Pratty's little conversation.
Varil silently swore under his breath as he wondered up a bright road leading to who-knows-where.
"Geeze, of all the days in my life, it's today that I have to get lost on a tropical island..."he muttered, kicking a branch in temper.
"What if I never get to fight Pratty again? What if I never get to see her-"he abruptly cut himself off as he realised what he was saying.
"O...k...that was the weirdest thing I've ever thought of before… just forget it, nobody heard me..." he thought, looking around, just in case there were residents on the island he was lost on.
"Why am I lost anyway? I was only supposed to go around alerting all the Craftlords, and I had a map!" fumed Varil. Apparently he had forgotten about what he had nearly said.
"Oh wait a minute, that tree looks familiar...and that arch overhead...Hey, what if this is the island Clarie lives on?" wondered Varil.
"Varil? Is that you?" came a curious voice from ahead of him. Varil's head shot up as he ripped his eyes away from his shoelaces.
"Oh," he said, trying to sound as casual as he could."Geeze, you dimwit! You nearly got caught talking to yourself!" he thought angrily to himself.
"Uh, Varil? Why are you glaring at your eyebrows?"
"Eh, don't worry about it!" stammered Varil.
"Hmmm...well, you want to come to my house? Our village is going to build a watch tower in a few weeks, you might want to know, just in case."
"Uh...ok...by the way, c-can you...have a look at this map for me and, if you can, show me which way is to Wystern?" stammered Varil, embarrassed.
"Hmmm? Oh, sure! Let me see..." Clarie put down the jar of water she was holding and walked over to Varil, peering over his shoulder to look at the map he was holding up.
"Erm...Varil? You're reading the map upside down...Where did you start the journey?"
"Eh...well, I started in Wystern, of course, and then I went to the island Rumari's on, then, after I visited her, I sailed to the right of this map..."
"Varil, I think Wystern's over to the left when it's the right way around..."
"Oh." was all Varil could say.
"Master Sakuro, why isn't Varil here yet?" Pratty asked, seated in the smallest chair of the room full of Wystern's craftlords and one ex.
"I don't know Pratty! Now please, please, please, please, stop asking me!" answered an irritated Sakuro.
"Oops, sorry..."
"Ah, so the young and handsome Varil has come to see my cute and adorably cute daughter!" boomed Bardonrel, clapping Varil on the shoulder.
"Eh...I don't know about the coming to see Clarie part..." muttered Varil, staggering at the blow.
"Of course you're sure! So, when are you going to propose? Mind you, she's so cute I might not let you marry her!" replied Clarie's father.
"Dad!" said Clarie, turning red.
"..." Varil stayed silent and stared out the window, his face pale.
"What is it Varil?" asked Bardonrel."Considering how you're gonna convince me to let her g-"
"RUN!" yelled Varil, turning around and, grabbing Clarie's hand, running out the door, yelling to follow him, and to gather everyone at the port where all the ships were.
"Master Sakuro, why isn't Varil here yet?" asked Pratty.
"For Parista's sake, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, stop asking me!"
"Varil, what's the matter?" screamed Clarie as Varil pulled her along at an incredible speed.
"There's some invisible thing destroying your village, that's what the matter is!" Varil yelled back, skidding to slow himself down enough for a sharp left turn.
"Where, oh where is Pratty when you need her speed?" Varil thought to himself, pulling to a stop on the port and instructing Clarie to get into his. He counted six large ships in the port, and only four of them, including his own, were ships built to go of them could carry a maximum of thirty and keep up the speed at the same time, so...
"Clarie, what's the population of your village?" yelled Varil as the villagers began pouring into the port.
"Around one hundred and twenty people!" Clarie yelled back.
"The village is that big?" thought Varil, quickly working out a way to silence the panicking villagers. His boat would have to do with two more, the rest with one more. Then an idea hit Varil hard on left side of his face. Rubbing his cheek, he asked Clarie if her village liked a certain food in particular.
"Well...apparently, we all can't resist bananas..."replied Claire. Varil scrunched his face slightly.
"Bananas? What the hell..."thought Varil.
"Okay everyone, whoever listens gets a free banana when we get to our destination!" yelled Varil. The crowd grew silent and each face watched him incredulously.
"It's true..." thought Varil.
"As you all know, some invisible monster is attacking your village." Varil yelled over the din. The crowd was silent, but the monster wasn't.
"Mister, I didn't know!" shouted a child clutching his mother's hand.
"Well...I told you, so now you do! Okay everyone, since your population is around one hundred and twenty-"
"Exactly one hundred and twenty five, and an unborn child!" shouted Barondrel as he arrived at the port, supporting a pregnant lady.
"Okay, that doesn't make a difference! Anyways, everyone, I would like thirty-one of you to get onto my ship!" shouted Varil, pointing to his vessel. At that moment a big row of trees were trampled by an invisible force.
"Okay, never mind! Everyone split quickly into four even groups, all should have thirty-one people."After a lot of jostling and choosing Barondrel, two experienced fishermen and Varil as the ships' captains, all the people were on the boats, weeping as they watched their hardly earned home disappear along the horizon, the sounds of the monster still ringing in their ears.
"...Master Sakuro, why isn't Varil here yet?"
"FOR THE SAKE OF PARISTA!" Sakuro jumped up from his seat and advanced onto Pratty.
"Sakuro, hey buddy, calm down!" yelled Ureksa as he and Rondeau blocked Sakuro from getting any closer to Pratty.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" whimpered Pratty, holding her arms before her, trying to protect herself.