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I was unsure at first if I wanted this chapter to be about the Asians, Europeans, or back in Seychelles with Michelle, Lukas, and Viet. In any case, I think it's time to put action in and some actual romantic events to happen so good luck me with all of this that I am doing for the first time!


It was early morning and the sun was barely above the horizon as it began to rise into the sky. At this time of day, the sky was still dark blue and some stars still visible. The colors of pink, orange, and a light purple came from the horizon and reflected on the large pool of water from where the sun rose from and sparkled of soft yet bright colors.

Viet was awake and simply dressed in a white blouse and a green skirt with legging underneath. She stood there and watched the ocean glittering from afar and making her homesick. To force the feeling away, she figured that she would do something that she had not done since the last time she had been on the African island. Viet walked to the back of the house without the thought of being stealthy and creaked the wooden floorboards underneath her and making the sand shift with her careless steps.

At the back of the house, there were wooden crates stacked against the back of the house looking like stairs that led to the rooftop. The crates were large so Viet had to jump on each one that led to the roof made out of clay and dried up palm leaves. The thumps from her jumping caused a blonde man in the house to wake up and cautiously get out of bed, not knowing that she was already up and suspicious who might be around the house.

The Asian walked to the flat part of the roof and took a few steps forward. She closed her eyes and allowed the tropical breeze to glide along her face. Her bangs tickled her face and she smiled by the soft greeting of the morning. She started to spin and a large gust also blew miraculously at the same time, making her skirt turn wildly as she spun and the wind blew. Lukas saw a piece of fabric flapping on the roof from the sand at the side of a roof. He backed away from the house slowly to see the Vietnamese woman spinning on top of the roof.

She suddenly stopped startling the Norwegian as she also faced him, but her eyes were closed and her arms were stretched out as if to be ready to be given a hug. She took a deep breath in and the slowly let it out. She opened her mouth slightly and started to sing. Usually we would think that singing 'La la la' would be childish but how Viet had extended the notes and changed the dynamics of the tune brought a soothing lullaby to the ears to anyone who could hear it. Lukas stared at Viet with gentle eyes then he closed them to let his imagination spread as he heard the melody. This moment of piece only lasted for about a very long minute until her voice had cracked. The discordant sound of her voice surprised her and Lukas but they both couldn't help but chuckle at the mistake.

Viet's eyes widened as she heard the low chuckle not too far from her that came from the Norwegian man. "No one is perfect," Lukas said amusingly. His face didn't seem as expressionless as the days before, Viet had noticed but that didn't stop her from her embarrassment. She blushed and turned away quickly, not amused by Lukas' amusement.

"How embarrassing," Viet muttered to herself. As she jumped onto first box that led to the sandy ground, a sudden BOOM was heard then she felt the box beneath her feat explode, making her fall. There was no way that the Vietnamese woman could react fast enough to the sudden fall or explosion and she closed her eyes, awaiting the moment where she would feel her head hit the ground and become unconscious. The moment never came though. She opened her eyes and found herself being carried bridal style by the Norwegian that stared down at her. She blushed by how she was being carried and his intense stare.

"Are you okay?" asked Lukas.

"Why would you care?" Viet's face expressed curiosity as of why Lukas had saved her and glaring disbelief in the situation.

"Let's just say that it was an instinct to save someone who is in danger," replied the Norwegian. Before Viet could say any more, another explosion of splintered wood and sand came from the wall of the back of the house. Viet struggled from Lukas' hold and ran to the front of the house in hoping that Michelle was okay. She found her Seychellois friend still sleeping in bed despite the back of her home destroyed and sunlight was starting to shine into the house. Viet ran to her friend and woke her up from her deep sleep. Michelle's tired face became startled when another explosion was heard but from farther away.

"What's going on?" Michelle asked. She was confused and her head moved side to side in disbelief when she saw the state of her house. Lukas appeared in front of the doorway out of breath.

Viet didn't answered her friend's question but shoved her over to Lukas. "Michelle, where are our weapons?"

Michelle was still shocked but she tried to answer the best that she could. "They… They are in… in the storage room. Don't go…go Viet. You'll get hurt," Michelle answered shakily.

"Lukas, take her somewhere safe. I don't care where but just find a place where she won't get hurt. I'll bring your sword too. Don't just stand there! If you keep on stalling I probably won't live to even get our weapons!" With that, Lukas grabbed Michelle's hand and ran towards the village. Another sound of whatever was being shot came but this time, Viet was ready for it. She moved quickly across the rubble, trying to dodge each shot launched at her. Viet noticed that the shots were large but moved unbelievably fast where she thought she wasn't able to see them. She observed close to find that the shots were actually big dark orbs that obliterated once hit something solid.

"This isn't normal. Who's shooting at me and what is that person shooting?" thought Viet. She ran down the hallway to the door which was the only entrance and exit to the storage room. The shots were far from aiming at her but if she did not move fast enough, she could be the next thing in the house that would explode.

In the room she found her spear and Lukas' sword that was securely chained to the wall. "Damn it," muttered Viet. The chains look old and rusted and Viet looked around for anything that might be able to break, cut, or unlock the chain. From the corner of her eye, piece of metal sparkled on the shelf. Viet grabbed it and saw a key which she then scrambled into the locks to get her and Lukas' weapons free. She then noticed an outfit held by a hanger that was hung onto a rack. For a minute, she argued with herself whether she should change or not into the clothing she knew Michelle had made for her when she was going to battle. It could waste time but she wouldn't be able to fight in the clothing she was in now. She hurriedly changed into the white tank top, slightly baggy pants with several pockets in it, knee high boots and the red coat that went past her knees. She grabbed a bag and stuffed a similar outfit to hers into a bag and slung it over her shoulders. Viet gripped her spear and fastened Lukas' sword to her belt (it had a sheath). Suddenly, something rammed into the wall destroying the room Viet was in. Luckily she was not in the way of whatever barged into the room.

Viet had ducked and covered her head from the flying debris. She looked up and her eyes widened as she saw in front of her, a bull made out of a black gas and that was as large as the house if it was still standing and not destroyed. The bull turned toward the woman who only seemed like an ant compared to the size of the creature. It snorted and it stomped its ghostly hooves to the ground, getting ready to charge once more. The Asian woman was shocked and could not move from her spot. The bull raised its head and opened its mouth which started to form a large black ball. It roughly brought its head back down and the black orb was shot at Viet. Once again, Viet closed her eyes getting ready for death once more. Again, after a while she opened her eyes to find herself unharmed.

In front of her she saw a transparent fiery wall that surrounded her along with a falcon that flapped its wings to keep it flying in one spot in the air.

In the village, Lukas was still running and was still planning to away from where the danger was. "Where are we going?" asked Michelle.

"I don't know," replied Lukas quietly. They ended up in front of a cave, both out of breath. "Hopefully she's okay," Lukas thought to himself. What was going on was beyond his comprehension. All he remembered as he ran away from the house was a large, dark figure in the tropical forest behind Michelle's home throwing ghastly balls at them. Many of the other villagers were also running away from the chaos. After looking at the partly destroyed village, Lukas made a decision. "Michelle, I want you to keep on running away from here. I'm going back to help Miss Viet."

"Are you crazy? Whatever is in the forest can go and destroy you! I was shocked and I couldn't stop Viet then. I can't lose another friend."

"Are you saying that you don't trust in Miss Viet's ability to survive? That she is not able to do what she has set out to do?"

"That's not it! We saw what happened to my house and how is she able to survive through something like that?"

"She can survive because she was meant to survive these situations. After the discussions I hear you and Miss Viet have talked about and from the observations I have made of her, I believe that she has a will to survive and not give up when she knows that she still has a chance to do what she needs to do. I believe that we can end this war." There was a pause between the two of them.

"What are your feelings for Viet, Lukas? You know that she is your enemy and yet you think that the both of you can end the feud between Europe and Asia," asked Michelle, finally breaking the silence.

"I admire her strength. She's determined and she is talented. Yes, maybe she is my enemy but right now, I have to make her an ally if I want to survive. I may still be soar in some places since I fell from the cliff and I have no doubt that Miss Viet feels the same way, but if we want to survive, we have to work together.:

"You know you don't have to do this. You can just run away and let her die."

"That's the problem. I don't think she is going to die." He then ran towards where the Vietnamese woman was last seen. Halfway to where the destroyed house was, an explosion of sand had burst in front of him. His head turned around to a wild cat made out of black swirls that looked like smoke. It growled and slowly came towards him. The cat was large and its menacing eyes glared at the Norwegian. It pounced and Lukas barely managed to jump out of the way of the creature. Lukas stumbled but regained his balanced and ran towards the house where he saw a blaze of fire soaring down and slicing another huge, ghostly animal near Michelle's crumbled home.

The bull roared in pain and fell onto its knee. Viet stood up and panted, ready for another attack from the creature. The bull opened its mouth to form another black orb but smaller than the one from when Viet first encountered it. When it released the orb, Viet ran towards it with her spear lifted above her head. She brought her spear down which was engulfed in flames to slice the orb and destroy it. Viet immediately ran towards the bull then jumped and pointed the sharp end of her spear to the bull. She stabbed the creature in its eye and black blood squirted out from it, splashing Viet. The falcon that had gave her the power to engulf her spear in flames soared in the air then swooped down and landed on her shoulder. The beast whose eyes were covered with black ooze showed no signs of movement or life and disappeared into dust.

"Nicely done child," commented the falcon.

"Who are you? What are you?" asked Viet, ignoring the compliment.

"Now is not the time for me to answer. Look, the blonde man is fighting another beast," pointed out the regal bird.

"Idiot! What does he think he's getting himself into?"

"Do not get mad at him. He was only trying to come and help you but he did not know another of the dark creatures also wandered the forest."

"Dark creatures? There are more of them"

"Not all of them are here. Those two were sent to destroy you and Lukas. Viet, go and help him. He will not survive by himself at the moment and my comrade will take a while to get to him before he can use any powers such as the ones that I have given you." Viet slowly stood up with as much strength as she could muster. Her thoughts were confused and she didn't really wanted to help Lukas with the amount of energy she had left. Besides, he was her enemy and she has only known him for a few days where she was unsure if she could trust him. The falcon shook its wings as if to shake something off of it and flew off into a tree. Viet watched Lukas for a minute and felt that it would be unlike her to be unfair with an enemy, no matter who it was.

She picked up Lukas' sword that laid on the ground which fell from the battle with her and the bull and ran to the Norwegian. Lukas was on the ground injured from the 'rough-housing' of the cat that towered over the injured man. Before he could say his last wishes, a spear that was engulfed by flames was thrown in the chest of the tiger, making it roar in agony. It backed away and shook its body, trying to loosen the spear and the pain in its chest. A hand took hold of his arm and when he looked up, he saw Viet kneeling next to him in a different attire than when he had seen her earlier that morning.

"Are you okay?" asked Viet.

"Why do you care?" Lukas repeated the question he was given earlier that morning to tease her.

"Let's just say it's an instinct on saving someone who's in danger," Viet replied with a smile. "Here's your sword. You're going to need it. I can't be much help until I get my spear back. Don't give me a question of why I threw it. As you said, I'm not perfect so I'm not going to think everything through."

"That's a good enough argument for me." The ghostly cat growled in anger and charged at Lukas and Viet. It was uncoordinated with its steps and stumbled barely hitting them. A snake slithered up next to Lukas and hissed.

"My, my. The both of you sssssurvived longer than what I sssussspected. You ssshould be proud," hissed the snake. It slithered in front of Lukas and lifted its body to meet at eye level with the blonde-haired man. "Under the name of God and the power that he will bless upon thee, become the one who controls the ocean and let the Water of Life bring upon the land fruit of thy labor and strength." The eyes of the snake glowed blue and Lukas stared into the eyes. He felt of jolt of electricity run through him. He screamed in pain but afterwards, he felt a new flow of energy entering his body.

"Take your sssword and allow thisss newfound power of yoursss dessstroy the beassst that hasss ssset upon killing you." Without warning, Lukas stood up as if he was not injured. Viet's spear was free from the cat's chest and laid a few feet away from Viet. She quickly went to it and grabbed it.

"So, how do you use this power?" asked Lukas to Viet, his eyes still staring at the cat who was trying to stand up.

"Just let the energy flow through you and to where you want to direct it," she replied and allowed her spear to catch on fire once more. Her hand did not burn even though the flames were scorching hot.

"Water coming from a sword honestly sounds kind of weird. I think it'll just be better if I just threw it." Lukas raised his arm left arm out in front of him and a small blob of water floated above the palm of his hand. It grew bigger and after it reached a certain size that Lukas was pleased with (about 10 feet in diameter) he brought his arm back and threw the water ball at the large feline beast. Lukas charge at it with his sword in both his hands then stabbed it on its forehead. The last cry of pain came from the beast and then it turned into dust.

The sun was high in the sky by then signaling that it was close to noon. A falcon soared down and landed on Viet's shoulder once again and made a sound that seemed like a hum. Viet looked at the sea where the falcon had swooped down from and saw ships that were recognizable with its style. The French were on their way to Seychelles.