Mana Et Mecha: The Roleplay (Part One)

Introduction
A mirage.

It had to be.

What were the odds?

There was no way this idyllic town, an enclosed utopia amidst a sea of sand and dry despair, could be real.

It was not perfect: the city was built up from arid sandstone, seemingly driven on the unpaid labor of haggardly slaves worked to the bone from the most difficult jobs; the only water really in sight could be found at a couple of well sites at the four corners of the settlement, one in the center, and they were crowded as thirsty citizens pined for their daily water rations; crime ran rampant, in dark alleys or broad daylight; poverty was well-known and widespread...

... But to the three weary travelers entering the city at its gates, clamoring for any sort of food or drink, rationed or otherwise, this was a paradise. They had not seen civilization for the past week and were obviously not from around these parts. Two of them were extremely light-skinned, at least in comparison to everyone else around them. The third was decently tanned but still stuck out like a sore thumb against the natives that were three times darker. Their clothes, neatly pressed and ironed and cleaned, were not accustomed to the dirt and grime so pervasive and present on the citizens' and slaves' drab shauls. As they moved slowly through the crowds of people hustling and bustling in their daily activities, they caught the attention of many. Who were these people, the people of the city wondered? What is their purpose here? They were not hostile, simply curious. The people of this city were not used to having visitors from foreign lands and wished to accommodate them better.

The only thing that unified these two scarcely different groups, the light and the dark, the prim and the poor, was their gifts given from birth. It was magic.

Not in the classical sense of magic in witchcraft and wizardry, although that was present in these parts. What is considered magical here is the ability to be in tune with nature and the souls of the earth and its natural elements, and to be able to manipulate them in a way that was beneficial to the survival of humanity. The mages of the city used fire magic to cook their food, or earth magic to move large rocks to and from places, or even astral magic to bend fate in their favor.

What was most surprising and surreal to these travelers was that in this city, using magic was commonplace and public. Where they were from, it was a religious sin and illegal act to use magic in public. But they could not say where they were from. Not now...

... At least, not the leader of this group of nomads. He was the biggest, tallest one. He seemed to be barely in his twenties, and barely keeping his composure around his other traveling partners. A heavy ruby red coat wrapped around his hips suggested he originated from a far colder place, certainly not the desert of a place he was in. Sweat dripped from his ink black locks and passed over his watchful, shifty gray eyes, which squinted from the sunlight, and from the displeasure of dealing with his companions. He stared intently at a map, as if he was following a destination marked on it. One could not tell what he was thinking just by looking at his face.

The other two were mysteries as well. The first of them was a young girl, who looked to be half of the leader's height, and half his age. Puffy pants and light slippers suggested she was some sort of gymnast, but the news cap containing her mess of auburn hair suggested otherwise. She had a cheeky grin on her face as she conversed with the last member, the darkest of the three. He had flashy, somewhat satin orange attire. He looked to be in show business of some sort with his fanciful get-up. Makeup from under his eye dripped down his cheeks from the heat, and for whatever reason, his wrists were cuffed.

They walked quietly and kept to themselves. The girl gazed into the eyes of the citizens she passed, wishing desperately to talk to someone new, but she knew how her leader felt about conversing with strangers, especially in the rare occasions that they came across new towns.

The city street they were walking down was lively at first but as they passed, the activity died down for these strangers to pass. The girl surveyed their surroundings. The buildings were simple, in basic block shapes with no glass windows, only holes. Sun reflected against the beige-white colors of these walls, and the bright blue sky of noontime contrasted sharply with the structures, blinding the trio. On the city streets, vendors bartering over fresh and pickled produce stopped and gawked at the visitors. Children playing games paused to stare, and concerned mothers approached their kids' sides to protect them, just in case. The young girl was unsure whether this reaction was common for every new person that passed through the city or if they were an exception.

Finally, the leader halted to a stop, and the other two followed suit. The girl stared up at where they were now. They had approached one of the average-looking buildings, although it was taller than most of the rest, and seemed to be in a better-off part of the street with larger houses and exterior designs on the walls and decorations at the fronts. One small room was at the top of the flat building, giving what she guessed to be a great view of the rest of the city. The place was so tall that it obstructed the sun and cast a dark shadow over the three. She grew hesitant, and slightly intimidated. Her eyes darted to the tall man with the red coat around his waist, wondering what their purpose for being here was.

The leader turned around to face the darker man, and smirked, almost haughtily. He jerked a thumb to the door of the building and chuckled, as if he was the bringer of bad news. "It's over for you, my friend," he said in a deep voice flavored with undertones of self-satisfaction. "Your journey with us comes to an abrupt halt, and end."

The girl, confused, tilted her head. "What do you mean?" she questioned, curiously and now worriedly. Her voice was soft with fear.

The leader didn't answer. He instead looked to the man in orange, an eyebrow arched and a gloating smile. The other man frowned, and rolled his brown eyes. "Stroke your ego all you want by teasing me before you hand me off," he said, his voice a little higher-pitched than the leader's but far more musical and airy, "but I feel no remorse for what I've done. I've made my choice and I regret nothing. But I pity you, your narrow-mindedness and your stifling, oppressive city. I'd rather be a slave to a man in a free land than a free man in a land plagued with oppression and hate. Don't you feel anything for what I say and mean to do? You use magic as well. What makes what I've done traitorous but what you do 'for the good of the city?'"

"You've given your last oration, performer boy," the leader taunted. He turned towards the door. "You acted out knowing the consequences. I have permission to use magic in accordance with the city's administrative edicts and allowances. You do not. And now, because of your violations to the city and religious code, you'll face those consequences."

The young girl was frightened by the language she was hearing. She had not the faintest idea of what was going on, or why the leader she had followed for so long now spoke with harsh tongue. But she was more fearful for her friend, the darker man, and what fate beyond that door he would face. It did not sound like anything she would wish even upon her worst enemy.

She could do nothing. The leader sauntered towards the building's door, and with quick movements he knocked on it, stepped back, and eagerly looked to the man in cuffs to see his reaction for what laid on the other side. The girl winced as she anticipated the door would open at any moment...

The Roleplay
The dead moment of silence was broken by the sounds of a shout inside, muffled by the thick sandstone walls. That shout was then followed by rapid footsteps, soft yet growing louder as the inhabitant drew closer. The second that the sound stopped was when the door flew ajar, revealing a petite young woman in her very early twenties. Her skin was light for a Samadurian, although still much darker than that of the trio who stood before her. A pink scarf was wrapped around her head, covering her hair save for two long locks that fell in front of her body.

Needless to say, facing such strange and intimidating men, the sense of fear grew within her, but was simultaneously rising with curiousity. The lady looked back over her shoulder into the house, and spoke up with a meek and soft voice, "May I help you…?"

"Here's your order," the leader guffawed, his eyes close and his hands on his hips in contempt. But when he opened his eyes and saw a woman, he seemed surprise. He must not have been expecting someone of this appearance to answer the door.

His entire demeanor changed. He glanced down to the map in his hands, confused, a shaky finger now desperately trying to remain still and point to the marked location on the map. It seemed correct to him. Then he gazed up, his eyes scanning for some sort of landmark or street sign. When he could find no such help, he shut his mouth and stared expectantly at the woman.

The young woman was puzzled by this strange man and his two companions, unsure of what his words meant exactly. She stepped back, "Sorry, I don't recall ordering anything…" the lady looked behind her again, before taking another step back and gesturing for the trio follow her inside, "Maybe Inxie did… but make yourself at home while I get her up, she tends to sleep in late."

Before the others could answer, the short woman turned around and hastily made her way up the stairs behind her, and called out to someone on the second level, "River! We have guests, could you entertain them, please?"

There was a moment of silence, and while the woman did not return back down the stairs for now, another began to emerge. She placed her feet gently on the sandstone steps, carefully staring at the trio as she walked down. Her skin was dark like the others, but her eyes were a bright sky blue, and her long hair that reached to her ankles were as white as a cloud. But despite the whiteness in her hair, she was fairly young, even younger than the other woman before. Yet with her odd appearance, she seemed more astonished by the three strangers in front of her, and remained silent for the moment.

Everyone stared at each other for a long time. The girl glanced to her companions. The leader was watching this new woman with large, terrified eyes. He seemed shocked by something about her; perhaps it was the sharply contrasting white hair with her fairly dark skin. But he did not seem mesmerized. More so traumatized. The girl then looked to the other man, who was staring at the leader expectantly, as if waiting for him to do something.

Many moments passed in awkward silence.

Finally, the man dressed in orange sighed, exasperated. Now his demeanor changed. He bore a bright, winning white smile as he addressed the woman with white hair, and his shoulders, previously tensed with some fear, relaxed. His mannerisms became lax. He was taking on an entirely new persona, and he was taking the lead on this operation now.

"Good afternoon, Miss," he said kindly, waving to her in a friendly manner with his other hand on his hip. The leader did a double-take, for he had escaped from the cuffs that were around his wrists previously! How long ago had that happened?

The more talkative man stepped forward, dipped his torso a bit as if making an informal bow, and extended a hand to shake. "I'm terribly sorry that you've been given the task of entertaining us! Think nothing of doing so. We're simply a little bit lost. Apparently my friend here cannot read a map and we've stumbled across your abode. We'll be out of your hair shortly, but perhaps you could direct us for the place we are looking for? And if not that, could you suggest a sort of hostel or inn we may stay at for this day and we can begin our route tomorrow? We would greatly appreciate it."

River raised her eyebrow at the man in front of her, charmed by his suave body language yet still strongly suspicious of him and the others. Her eyes were just was wide as the dark haired man behind this one. She had never seen such strange people before, with their pale skin and eyes of a variety of colors. But realizing how she hadn't responded for a long moment, she forced herself to speak, "I'm afraid I don't know of any inns you can stay at, but…"

Then suddenly, River grabbed the arm of the other man and looked at it with interest, turning his hand from palm to back in her curiosity, "Why were you holding out your hand like that? Am I supposed to do something with it?"

"Oh, is hand shaking not a common practice in these parts?" he asked curioisly. He shook his head. "Oh, never mind that, though I appreciate your interest in my forearm. Perhaps your housemates know where the nearest inn is."

Another few moments passed.

Finally, the man slapped a hand to his sheepish, dark face. "Oh, forgive me so! I've been so rude that I have not even introduced ourselves!" He gestured to his own chest. "I am Thomas."

He gestured to the young girl, with a smile of admiration towards her. "That is Kestral. Say hello, Kestral!"

The young girl stared at River and have a curious, lopsided smile. "Hello."

Thomas swerved over to the other man, the leader, and wrapped his arm around his neck as though they were old pals. "And this is one of my greatest friends, Arkanov."

Arkanov stared at Thomas' wrists as though they were miniature monsters. He seemed very astonished, and even more confused.

Thomas smiled, ignoring Arkanov's strange behavior. "We're very pleased to meet you. Thank you so much for welcoming us into your home."

River smiled at this, beginning to feel more comfortable around these strangers. She flipped a lock of hair behind her neck, and bowed to the other three, "My name is River, it's a pleasure to meet all of you."

But this politeness only lasted a short moment as questions sparked in her again. She straightened her back and quickly took two steps closer to Arkanov and Kestral, staring at their faces intently almost tempted to touch them, "I hope this isn't rude, but why is your skin so… light? Did ash get stuck on to you?"

Truthfully, this was an honest question. The people of this city tended to be darker for they were directly under the sun and could thus tan easily, and also be more protected from the sun. Seeing someone so light-skinned be in these parts was understandably curious. But Arkanov stepped back and gasped as if she had just insulted their mothers.

Thomas gave an awkward half smile. "Certainly the inquisitive one, aren't you? Pay no attention to my friend's reaction. These two are not from around here. Quite a privileged lot, you understand? Like in nobility, of sorts. They're able to stay indoors more, not necessarily in the sun as much. No ash!"

"Ah, my apologies, but that makes sense now." River held her hands behind her back, yet she still was wary of that reaction from Arkanov. She was beginning to sense that she was prying too much, and was about to stop with the questions, until a thought had sparked in her mind. These people might have been able to help her, and as much as she didn't want to use them she couldn't wait in this place much longer.

The young woman crossed her arms, looking expectantly, "Just where are you three from anyways? And on your journey here, you wouldn't have happened to see any strange 'shards' of some sort? Things that look like glass shards maybe?"

"Depends on what you mean by shards," answered Thomas. "I think we saw some when we came in, though that could've been from glass bottles."

Arkanov refused to respond and looked away.

Kestral shook her head. "Why do you ask about these shards...?"

There was a small groan from upstairs, followed by a shout down to the lower level, "River, are you bothering guests with the heart shard thing again?" It was a deeper voice, still belonging to a woman, but it was much stronger than the voice of the woman who had left River alone with these strangers. But hearing those words, River stepped back and shyed away from the trio, looking away almost shamefully.

Then finally, walking down the stairs was the lady in pink from before, and a new woman who was taller, and quite beautiful. Her skin was a dark brown like the bark of a tree, and her long black hair that had exceptional puffiness and volume to it. She wore simple clothes, ones that revealed her midriff, along with golden bangles around her wrists, "Sorry for the wait, gentlemen and little lady. Lumi's told me you've come to deliver something?"

Arkanov cleared his throat, and the small smirk on his face returned. Perhaps these were the slave traders all along. He put a hand around the young girl and pulled her next to him, and then gestured to Thomas. "He's all yours."

Thomas stood, shocked at his captor's stupidity. He looked over to this new woman, and frowned. He was quite sure these women were not the slave traders. "I'm sorry about him. He's having a bit of a heat stroke."

"Am not!" Arkanov protested. His voice rose an octave in defensiveness. "Are you not the slave traders?"

"Excuse me, slave traders?!" Inxie jerked back, a hand over her heart, strongly offended by this assumption. Her eyes glared at the three of them, only to then shoo them away, "Get out of here, we don't want to partake in any slave trade! Now go find someone else to bother!"

Lumi simply nodded as she held on to her wife's arm, agreeing to this. River on the other hand felt like she couldn't let them slip away. They were foreigners, they may have seen more of the world than she ever had, they could help her figure where she needed to start, "W-Wait! I need them for something-!"

Inxie turned her glare to River, crossing her arms now, "Look, Rivvy, you can just ask every stranger here to help you find heart shards alright? They don't want to be bothered with that." She sighed, glancing back to the trio, "Unless you three are willing to scour the whole continent for things that are damn near impossible to find."

"I am!" Thomas immediately volunteered, glancing over his shoulder fearfully at Arkanov.

At this, Arkanov was infuriated. "Like hell you are!" he countered sarcastically. Now he did not seem very shy at all. He stepped forward and put a hand on Thomas's shoulder, digging his fingers in tightly. Thomas looked down to his shoulder and then back to the three women in front of him.

"I'm so sorry my friend here offended you two," Thomas apologized, mustering the most genuine smile he had ever given. "We had to ask about the slave traders for, you see, we are trying to avoid them."

"But-" Arkanov began, but Thomas immediately elbowed him in his gut. The sound of air leaving a balloon emerged from the taller man and he backed away.

Thomas continued. "I was a slave from the land these two are from, you see. I worked for these two. But these two, so noble — being nobility and all — they freed me, they simply couldn't bear to see me waste away into obscurity as an unpaid laborer. We've been running from the slave traders of our old city for a week now, and we just arrived here. We heard this place had an active slave trade, and these two simply couldn't bear the thought of me being sold again. Especially Arkanov here. So we have to be careful around the citizens of these parts. That's why my friend asked. He is simply looking out for me. We did not mean to involve you in any sort of shady business. If you are still upset, I understand."

River's hands were over her mouth agape, her eyes large and sympathetic towards the man. She absolutely bought his story, and stepped up to Thomas. Then suddenly, she opened her arms, and wrapped them around him in a tight squeeze of sympathy and emotional care for him, "You poor thing! It's okay, we'll make sure no one gets you!" She looked up to him, but then realized that maybe this was too personal for a stranger, and stepped back, "I might be able to help you find an inn then, I want you three to stay safe!"

If Thomas' skin tone could allow him to blush from the woman's touch, it would've. He looked over his shoulder again. Kestral nodded feverishly, supportive of what he had said. Arkanov stood silently, and his gaze met Thomas'. They exchanged no words.

Assuming everything was alright between them, Thomas turned back to River, and trying to be as personal as possible whilst still upholding respect for this young woman, he patted her shoulders appreciatively. "Really? Why, thank you so much! You will not believe how much this helps us."

"Thank you a lot, Miss," Kestral chimed in.

Arkanov gave the evil eye to the woman with Snow White hair and then turned away, grumbling. "Yes, thank you very much..."

"You're welcome, now come on! River walked past the others to the front door, and opened it up for them. Smiling brightly and clearly in blissful ignorance of Arkanov's tone. She beckoned them to follow her. But not before Inxie shot another glare at the three of them.

"Alright, you can go, but don't do anything to River," Inxie said, holding out her hand. She snapped her fingers, and her hand erupted into a controlled flame, showing her magic abilities, "Because I will give each of you burns for any scratches on her, got it?"

At the sight of the flame, Kestral gasped sharply, and then proceeded to whimper.

Arkanov put a protective arm around the girl and glowered at Inxie. She wasn't used to seeing magic used so openly and readily, especially not as a method of intimidation. "Watch where you use your magic, you batty bi—"

"You mustn't worry!" Thomas assured quickly, waving his arms dismissively. "We aren't psychopaths. We won't hurt River." He ushered everyone out of the house quickly before an altercation could take place. "Thank you so much for inviting us so cordially into your home! Goodbye now."

River quickly stepped out through the door, letting the others follow behind her, and quickly shut the door before any more words could be exchanged. She laughed tentatively, seeing how angrily serious Arkanov was, and how terrified the young girl with him had reacted. "I'm so sorry, Inxie tends to be a bit protective… shall we find a place for you to stay now…?"

"Yes please," Thomas agreed eagerly and looked around again at the bright blue sky outside.

It hadn't grown dark since they were last outside at all. "Though you can take your time," Thomas said. "The day is still young, unless you need to be home at a certain time with your sisters?"

River chuckled at this notion, although his misconception would make sense from an outsider's perspective. She began to walk along, sticking to the side of the road as not to get caught up with busy people, "No no, none of us are sisters. They're married to each other, and they've only let me stick around with them because I have nowhere else to go..."

The other three got quiet at the word "married." They made curious expressions towards River. However, Thomas regained his composure feminist, knowing he had to seem as though all of this was normal and natural to him.

"Ah. That makes sense," he said finally, after processing it all. "What do you mean you have no other place to go?"

The snow-haired woman noticed some of the strange looks she was getting from the man and the young girl. They were very silent, much more than she had thought they would be, which made her somewhat unsettled. As if she had something to be suspicious of, but she wasn't sure what it was exactly. Nevertheless, she tried to turn her attention away from them and back to Thomas, "My family's very far away from here, and I've promised them and many others that I wouldn't return until we can all go back home... but the good thing about Sihrasul is that there's people coming day in and day out, like you guys, who might be able to help me, even if it's just a little."

Thomas smiled at the woman, not so much for her story but for the fact she finally mentioned the name of the city they were in. "Well, perhaps you have to wait in Sihrasul no longer. I'm fairly certain we can help you."

Arkanov began to interject and speak up but Thomas hushed him.

"Really, you would?!" River turned her head to Thomas with a bright smile, clasping her hands together in front of her chest in glee. This was probably the first time anyone had accepted her offer, and so soon after meeting each other too. But, she began to realize that there was something wrong, that maybe they were rushing into this too fast, "But you may have to travel a lot, around all of Samadurai even. I don't know if it would be worth it if there's nothing in it for all of you..." she then turned her head back to Arkanov and Kestral, "What do you two think?"

Kestral seemed equally as excited, and nodded eagerly. "I would love to, but my brother has to decide whether it's okay."

"Kestral, Thomas, we need to discuss this before we, erm, embark on a journey for who knows how long?" Arkanov chided, but he seemed to be angry with them, especially Thomas, for another reason.

"We're discussing it now," Thomas answered. He seemed especially anxious to agree to this proposal. He turned back to River and gave an encouraging smile. "We'll do it! And if not them, then I alone shall accompany you."

River looked only happier with this information, at least only for a moment, until her smile dropped into a sad frown, "But Thomas, these two must have worked so hard to bring you here, wouldn't that all be for nothing if you just went off with me instead? And I don't know if I could protect us from any slave traders that would find us..." she sighed, glancing back to Arkanov, still speaking to Thomas though, "And your friend over here doesn't look very happy at the thought of that option..."

Thomas turned to his traveling companions. He tried not to meet Arkanov's gaze and settled instead on Kestral. He had made good friendship with her on their short travel together. "It would be a shame to leave you two behind."

"You're not going to," Kestral answered. She linked arms with the tall, darker man and with her brother, and beamed a childish, innocent grin. "Because we're coming with!" At this, Thomas looked back and forth between the girl and the other man. Arkanov looked defeated, and so tired and sweaty that he shrugged complacently, though he still stared daggers at Thomas.

The man in orange turned to River slowly, at the same growing pace that his relieved smile was forming. He was unsure of why Arkanov was agreeing to this so readily, but he was thankful nonetheless. "It looks as though we may join you. Though, we have not rested much on our travels. I hate to ask, but could we spend the night at a place to stay and rest up before we head out?"

"Ah, of couse, there should be an inn a short ways up ahead," River nodded her head in agreement, walking faster ahead all of them as to take the lead role for them. Shortly after, she had halted in front of yet another sandstone building, larger than most, but only for the sake of rooms and space for all of its visitors.

She turned her whole body around now, holding her hands politely behind her back, "I hope you all have a peaceful respite. But if you have the energy... do you think you would be able to come out later tonight? There's going to be a water festival tonight, Inxie and I are performing for it..."

"Well if you're performing, I simply must see it," replied Thomas, flashing his smile once more towards her. He gestured to Kestral and Arkanov for their opinions. "Thoughts?"

Arkanov grunted, "Unless she's going to threaten Kestral with those balls of fire again." He continued to stare intently at Thomas with a gaze that suggested he was plotting his murder.

"I'm sure she won't," Thomas laughed awkwardly, and then turned to River once more. "That sounds like a plan. I find it interesting, albeit strange how there is a water festival when there are water rations in this city amidst the desert, but now I am also intrigued in seeing what this is all about. I suppose we can meet out here in a few hours after we're all cleaned up. Thank you for inviting us."

"Of course! You're my future partners after all, so why wouldn't I?" River replied joyfully, holding up a hand to wave goodbye to her newfound friends, a goodbye for only this moment, "You'll see me in a blue dress, and Inxie… the only fire she'll be using is for her dancing."

"Sounds great," Thomas said in an equally jovial tone. He extended a hand and waved goodbye for then as Kestral did as well. Arkanov's gaze on the other man was unbreaking. Thomas ignored this. "Goodbye! See you this evening, River!"

The Water Festival
Night had fallen upon the city, the moon was glowing, as braziers outside ignited and illuminated the streets with their warm fiery glow. Meanwhile inside the house of the three young women, the one with blue eyes combed through her long, snow white hair calmly, making sure it was completely smooth and silky. She donned a dark teal dress, with a pastel blue trim, along with a dark blue sash tied loosely around her waist. She had finished the last stroke of the comb, smiling pleasently, as she set it down and traded it for another piece of cloth, the same color of the sash. She tied it around her head, with a bun-like knot on the back, but there was still enough cloth to trail down the back of her hair, slightly reminiscient of a veil. She was entirely set for tonight.

Her companions in the downstairs floor however, were having a much different time. Of course, with Inxie being the main attraction, her outfit was much more complicated, as well as her hairstyle, accompanied by the accessories she was to wear. So for the time being, River trekked down the sets of stairs, down to the ground level, and stared out of the well-shaped hole in the wall that they considered a window. She could already see people along the streets makes ing their way to the heart of the city, where she and Inxie were set to perform soon. At this moment, waiting for her partner to finish, she stared along, hoping for a possible sign of the trio she had met earlier.

River was to be disappointed. Outside her house, on the main street that the trio had met her earlier, Arkanov and Kestral waited. They did not seem like they would stay long, for their satchels and packed bags from the afternoon earlier were still around their shoulders and tied to their hips. These two looked the same as from hours before, only thankfully less sweaty and more rested. But Kestral looked downtrodden, and Arkanov eager. He impatiently tapped his foot on the road, hoping the girl they had met earlier would arrive soon so they could leave. Thomas was nowhere to be seen.

The woman caught sight of the other two, but the third one in orange from earlier seemed to be missing. It was strange, maybe he was taking his time preparing as well, and the others had decided to go on without him? Or perhaps he was already at the festival, and these two were catching up. But she couldn't leave them waiting, and so she quickly turned away from the window, grabbing on to a leather satchel that she had laid in the corner of the room, for its contents she needed later. She decided she would have to meet up with Lumi and Inxie later that night.

River opened the door, a bit worried now that the most talkative member of the trio seemed to be missing, but she pressed on anyway. She raised her hand and waved over to the siblings, and picked up her pace, stopping when she was within earshot of the two of them, "Ah... Arkanov and Kestral, right? I'm so glad you guys made it! You look a little better than you did earlier."

"Thank you, River," Kestral answered shyly. As she scanned the girl's teal outfit, she smiled in admiration. "You look so pretty! I love your dress, and that cute little bandanna wrapping up your hair! I can't wait to see what you perform."

"About that," Arkanov interjected. He grabbed the young girl's hand and gave an uneasy look towards River. "Look, I'm sorry, but Thomas had to leave, as do we. We can't stay to see your performance tonight. Something has come up. But thanks for showing us the inn. Good luck."

"Wh… What? You can't leave so soon, I thought you promised the three of you would help me…" River seemed absolutely heartbroken, emphasized even more by the hand placed on her chest. Her eyes turned sorrowful, and she looked down in shame, "I… guess that's okay, you barely know me, and you're not the first ones to reject…"

River then turned her head up to him, giving him an innocent look, making her voice sweet in hopes of persuading him, "But you can at least stay for the festival can't you? After all, it's dangerous to travel at night, there could be bandits that would ambush you out there…"

Arkanov stared into her blue eyes and pulled himself away, about to reject her offer. But something in him changed. Kestral noticed this and raised an eyebrow towards her usually moody, stubborn brother. Arkanov couldn't quite place it, but something in the way this girl looked at him made him feel obligated to stay just a little longer, so he wouldn't see her complete disappointment. "Y-Yes, we can stay for the festival," he answered finally. "But afterwards we must leave and erm, look for our friend Thomas. He is nowhere to be seen."

River bowed her head to the siblings in gratitude, the smile turning to her face, much more humble than the last time she made that expression. "Thank you so much, and maybe Thomas is already at the center of the festival. As big as it is, with the clothes he was wearing, he should stand out from the crowd. So, let's head down there and check it out."

With that, the new trio headed down the street. As they walked, Kestral tried to meet her brother's eyes and question him with her looks. She was very confused because his earlier behavior suggested he did not have a soft spot for pleading eyes, yet he suddenly changed his mind for this girl. She wondered why. While River led, she tapped on his hand and looked up to him. "Why did you change your mind?" Kestral asked in a whisper inaudible to anyone else.

Arkanov's expression change. A crooked smile formed on his face, and he squinted his eyes. He was scanning the crowd before them. When he felt he looked long enough, he turned to his little sister and bent over so she could hear his whispering too, "I need to make sure Thomas is dead."

Kestral gasped, horrified by what her brother said. She glanced over to River and hoped she hadn't heard. It wasn't for the water festival after all. Disheartened and even more afraid, she kept her mouth shut, and instead gazed around at the city buildings. Now she spoke in a more audible voice. "I hope that's a mean joke."

River turned her head at the sound of Kestral's young voice, looking with a smile and soft eyes, "Hm? A joke? I like jokes," her upturned lips turned into a playful giggle, now glancing at Arkanov, "Am I allowed to hear it?"

"No," Arkanov said curtly, with a sour expression. "It's an inside joke."

Kestral looked like she wanted to hit him in his arm. She instead walked next to River and waved her hand at Arkanov as though warning River to not get involved. "He's a stick in the mud. I didn't take you for a joke type of girl but it makes me happy that you do, because I love 'em!"

River was interested to see the girl suddenly walking alongside her, which was a pleasant surprise considering how shy and quiet she had acted earlier that day, "That's great! Maybe some day we can have inside jokes of our own…" the young woman gave a glance to Arkanov, with a look as if ready to bite back for his rudeness, "And we won't have to tell your brother about them either."

"Good, he doesn't deserve to hear our funny jokes either," Kestral said, looking back over her shoulder at her brother. They locked eyes, a silent conversation spoken through looks that obviously meant more to them than it would have to an outsider.

Arkanov looked at Kestral as though she were a traitor. Kestral found this ironic and threw an equally accusatory look.

When the stare-down was over, he huffed and rolled his eyes. "I don't give a damn about your jokes. Make as many as you want. They're probably just as childish as you two are."

"Want to hear a good joke?" A new voice piped up. Arkanov looked to who made the statement and saw a girl, with a skin tone that finally matched his and Kestral's, although it was noticably more tanned. Her sun-bleached locks hung in curls and rested on her shoulders, and her dark blue sleeveless dress with water decals suggested she was a part of the festival. She held a board in her hand with paper on it. One could only assume it was for notes.

She placed a hand on her hip and scoffed. "This. This entire set-up. The festival begins so soon and I don't have my dancers yet, the floats are being finished as we speak. As we speak."

She sighed. "I hope this doesn't tank."

When she gazed her soft brown eyes over River and noticed her costume, she gasped excitedly. "Oh my goodness, okay, another dancer is here! Hi! Do you know where you're going? Go with the other dancers please. We need to hurry this along for everyone! Wow, I'm awful, I don't even know your name. Sorry... I'm a little frazzled now."

River was initially startled by the appearance of the other woman, but seeing how busy she looked on a night like this, and how she was giving out orders, she must have been the organizer of the entire festival. River then nodded, "It's okay, I'll get with the others soon, once my partner arrives-"

"Already here," a voice interrupted River as she spoke. She turned behind her and saw Lumi, along with a cloaked figure, walking up to the small group. The cloaked woman lifted her head, revealing her face to be Inxie; she must have worn that to keep her costume a surprise. Inxie looked to the new blonde girl, whose name she did not know, but the face she somewhat recognized, "We're ready to get on stage anytime, when you give the orders."

"Yay! Okay, thank goodness you guys are here," the organizer sighed happily. She grabbed the hands of the other two women and then directed them to an area down the street where the festival would begin.

A large structure veiled by a canvas cloth, leading the way for more structures covered. by more cloths, and several other dancers were waiting, eagerly shuffling and practicing steps. The blonde gestured to the group. "That's where everyone's getting ready. Just take your places. We're starting in five minutes. If you need anything, call out my name! I'm Salina. We good?"

"We're good, Salina. Thank you," Inxie said with politeness, carefully grabbing on River's hand to lead her to the other dancers. Meanwhile, Lumi waved goodbye for now, and slipped away to the crowds awaiting the performance.

So as Inxie was gently tapping her feet in different motions, to remind herself of the steps, River took the leather satchel off of her shoulder. She reached inside, pulling out a beautiful instrument of dazzling blue crystal, with silver strings that would make the music. One of her most prized possessions, and a reminder of what she was here for. She plucked the strings, testing their beautiful sound, tuning it to perfection. So when she was done, she awaited further instruction.

"Woah..." Kestral stared in awe at the instrument. She had never seen such a beautiful piece of equipment, let alone any equipment to make music with. She wondered what it was and what it would do.

Now she took more note of her surroundings as well. The town would have been dark in the night without the lanterns strung about. They were made of a thin blue paper and had parts cut out, and as they moved in the faint warm breeze of the eve they cast shadows that danced all the crowds' faces, which were just as excited and eager as she appeared to be.

She looked to her brother. Obviously he was not caught up in the whimsy of the set-up. He was looking around the crowd, probably for a sign of Thomas.

Kestral began to wonder when the show would begin. She expected Salina to make a formal announcement before it would start, but she was caught off guard by the crowd suddenly quieting as if on cue, and the uproar of singing voices from where the canvases were. The dancers were not moving yet, but the canvases moved back to reveal bright, colorful scenes depicting the ocean, of all its creatures and the vast waters it contained. Kestral gasped excitedly. She wished for it all to come closer down the road so she could get a better view, and thankfully, the dancers and the floats began to move forth...

On the stage float, in the center, Inxie still in her cloak knelt down. The wings of her left and right were another row of dancers, who were to be backups, as for this moment she was the main attraction. River was off to the side of the dancers, as she wasn't really much of a dancer, but her part would come in to play soon.

Then, as the music began to pick up, Inxie stood onto her feet. Embers began floating, circling around her feet. The woman jerked her arms up, making the cape of the cloak show, and the embers ignited the cloth. The flames rapidly burned away the cloak, resembling a Phoenix being reborn from the ashes, and there she was. Inxie stood there proudly, confidently, with her hands on her hips. Her hair was up in a long ponytail, adorned with golden bejeweled bands. Her magenta midriff top was trimmed and decorated with the same gold and gems, some tied in strings around her midsection. Her skirt was long, but cut on the sides, accentuating her legs.

Finally, the music for her had kicked in, and immediately she began to dance with the others behind her. She moved her arms so gracefully, with such elegance, yet her legs and hips moving at such a speed no one could quite follow, and even then she went perfectly along with the tempo of the music. She danced, and she danced, and she danced, until suddenly one of the others behind her had tossed her a small leather pouch, and while dancing she untied the strings. She then tossed it into the air, allowing its contents, some sort of white power, to fall out and scatter. Then with sparks from her fingers the powder ignited and burned in a blue fire. This process was repeated, each with slightly different white powders that burned green, gold, red, magenta, violet, a whole rainbow spectrum of unusual colors danced around her body.

Then, all of the dancing had stopped, their segment of the performance was over, and soon another would take over…

Kestral gasped in life amazement, dazzled by what she had seen, as the crowd erupted into applause and whistles. She never knew that Inxie was an exceptional dancer. More so, she was dazzled by the lights she had seen emerge from the pouch. They were entrancing and captured her attention. She looked every direction they came from. She didn't want this performance to end.

Finally, the floats had drawn near. Their structures were built from papier-mâché. It was simply amazing. They were in the shakes of various sea creatures and sea structures and symbols of water, like droplets or splashes. They were hollow and only got their colors amidst the darkness of the night through bright lights. Kestral peered in the floats and found that light mages, of all people, were shining bright lights and casting the glow. Following the floats were dancers in costumes of fish and octopi, dancing while moving down the street.

She gasped again, even more amazed. Never before had she seen such a vision of fun, magical culture.

Arkanov seemed to be enjoying it as well. He had crossed his arms and begun to watch when Inxie passed by and kept his attention up at the floats and magic used so openly. But Kestral could not tell based on the expression on his face whether he was pleased or disgusted. Kestral eagerly looked toward the streets for more action, and possibly to see Inxie and River again.

Kestral's wishes were granted, for at this moment, it was River's turn to take the spotlight on that float. Inxie stepped away from the center, now standing in the back, as the white-haired woman took her place. Calmly, with gentleness, she raised her crystal lyre up to her chest level and to the side. Then, she plucked the silver strings, the sound reverberating off of them creating absolute perfection of sound. Her song sounded through the entire street her float traveled down, she even began swaying side to side, and doing the occasional spin, as if doing a waltz while playing her instrument.

But this was not all, for when she took another step, water began to pool around her feet. This water then rose up to her height in spirals, circling her and moving along to they way she swayed and the way that she elegantly twirled. Then, as her lovely song came to an end, she put her hands down, only to follow by flinging them straight back up, causing the water spirals around her to spray into the air as a mist, which was caught in the illumination from the light mages, creating a rainbow illusion for only a few seconds. Then, she bowed to the crowd with a happy smile, and allowed the background dancers to make center stage once again.

The crowd went wild at the music and the display of water magic. Meanwhile, Kestral looked as though she nearly had a heart attack. She heard of water mages before but she had never met one in person, or seen them in action. She just wished she could go up and fawn over River then and there.

She looked over to Arkanov, and he seemed to be paying attention now that River was performing. He seemed impressed. Everything was going fine, and the festival moved down the street. Like a young child trying to catch up to a train, Kestral followed the floats and parade, not wanting to miss a single moment. It continued on down the street and turned a corner. The crowd applauded, in awe at the spectacle. This continued on for many minutes. Everything was going well...

Until a shot wrang out.

Dozens of people let out a scream all at once, even the light mages were startled, and the street went dark. The dancers stopped, and the float halted in its movement. Everyone was turning their heads left and right, up and down, trying to find the source of the noise, but they couldn't tell what it was.

River clutched on to her lyre tighter, while Inxie backed away closer towards her, unsure of what to do, or what was happening…

Bedlam erupted in the audience. Suddenly, crowded areas erupted into pushing and shoving matches, and bulky guards tried to break up the scuffles, but soon even passive bystanders were pushed into the fight.

Arkanov was confused, and in a flash he flicked his wrist out to his side. Kestral turned to look and see what he was doing. Slowly, an inky black sword materialized in his hands, forming like water dripping and filling a container. Soon, his weapon had formed. He took up a classic fighting stance and jutted his blade forward, daring any of the citizens to try and pick a fight with him. Some stepped away from him.

But that started even more of a commotion, as now mages near and far began to unleash their magic. Balls of fire, large boulders, weapons of all of the elements emerged from the hands of the crowd's members. They were threats for everyone, but no one. No one made a move.

A figure ran speedily down the street of halted floats and scared dancers. The darkness, since now all of the lights were shut off, kept the person's identity a secret. But, this person was wanted. Several other burly figures were tailing the smaller one, as though the first had escaped and they were all on a high-speed chase. Of all the floats, this myserious, chased person jumped onto the float River and Inxie were on.

Another noisy scuffle ensued, this time on the float. It shook and rattled. The people on it must have been having a fight.

A light finally came on. But it was not from a float, nor any conventional source of light. It looked to be from a gun, an antique-looking pistol of bright white light. Light magic. And the gun was in the hands of none other than Thomas. His clothes were even more tattered and dirty than before, and his hair was messy in a few places. His eyes were wide, crazed even. What came as more of a surprise was that he was directly behind River, and he had the gun was pointed at her head.

The light showed who had been pursuing Thomas: three large, strong, dangerous looking men. They were decked out in black and brown leather desert attire. They had a symbol on their clothes, bright red and dripping as though made with blood, or just a shaky hand painting red marks. It looked to be the shape of a head with a chain link ring around the head. In these parts, that was the semi-universal symbol for slave traders, to easily identify them among citizens.

But neither Arkanov nor Kestral knew this. They only knew that these men were visibly upset and carrying large elemental sickles of the various magic types.

One of them began to speak. "That damn runaway started this whole revolt! He's making the others crazy!"

"We just got 'im today too," another snarled angrily. "Fucking waste of money, and time. And now we've got to kill him."

Thomas looked over to River, and gave a sincerely apologetic look. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I promise I won't hurt you. Just play along, please..."

River didn't quite do as she was told, and screamed the moment Thomas had aimed his weapon at her. She didn't even know what he was holding, it looked absolutely alien to her, but it was still terrifying even then. She wanted to get away, break out in a sprint and hide somewhere, but that wasn't an option. Behind her, Inxie had given them space, but flames erupted all around her arms, ready to harm Thomas any moment, as she hadn't heard his whisper to River.

The young woman turned her head around swiftly, trying to stare at her 'captor', "Thomas!" She shouted, "What are you doing?! What are you holding at me?! What is this?!"

"You make a move for me and this innocent woman gets a laser through her skull," Thomas warned when he thought the slave traders were approaching. "None of us want that. So do not move. I am not going back with you to be a slave. None of the people you've turned into common animals will be doing so either."

"Hey, we paid good money for you," one of the slave traders fumed. "We didn't sign up for this revolutionary bullshit!"

"You wanted to just keep them down in their place, didn't you?" Thomas asked loudly. By now a crowd had drawn near him, of the people that had fought with the festival guards not moments earlier. They were watching the scene take place. Some of them looked to be homeless people or vagabonds, but Arkanov looked over them and recognized uneven tans around their wrists and ankles. They had been tied up befrore. They were likely to be slaves.

"I have seen places built up on foundations of oppressing the people who inhabit it, and of cheating them out of the things they have worked for, deserve, but are denied," Thomas continued loudly, noticing the crowd below him. He seemed to recognize them from the expression of relief on his face. He furrowed his brow as if coming up with some sort of plan on the spot. "But in these places, these citizens are still guaranteed basic rights. They are treated like human beings. Perhaps they are objects to the system of the city or counry, but certainly they are not objects to people just like them, but only above them in societal class. That leads me to ask: why, then, is a town filled with the freedom of magical ability and expression of self such as this, just as hypocritical, if not more so, in policy towards indentured servitude than the places I have just described?"

A large roar of approval erupted from the groups of slaves. Thomas seemed pleased with himself. He had not even unleashed a full speech and already these people were on his side. He pointed an accusatory finger at the slave traders, and unleashed his winning smile in the form of a smirk. "I think your system is flawed. And I will be in your city and traverse its streets, but I simply cannot follow the rules of a society so cruel toward the people who carry it on its back and work for it to death."

Thomas turned to the slaves now cheering and hooting for him. "I do not think you should stand for this sort of belittlement either. Take back from them what is rightfully yours from the sole fact that you are living human beings just like me. Take back your freedom, by whatever means necessary."

With that, the slaves lunged for the traders in front of them on the float, and an all out brawl ensued that nearly tipped over the structure from how many people were on one side of it. Thomas used this opportunity to look at River, and give a thumbs-up for her performance. And then, he caused his magic gun to dissipate into the night air, removing the light from the street and cloaking it in darkness once more. One could only hear the sudden and rapid footsteps of heeled boots up the street and down the corner afterwards.

River yelped again as the darkness returned, and suddenly she felt arms wrap tightly around her. But they were familiar, not that of a stranger's, and warm from the fire that had enveloped them before. It was Inxie, thank goodness. River was almost ready to cry out of fear, but the other woman kept her together for now. She turned her around to face her, "Rivvy, sweetie, calm down, it's okay. We need to get out of here, now. Get back to the house and don't look back, I'll search for Lumi, got it?"

River nodded fearfully, her hands shaking with her anxiety as her heart pulsed rapidly. She was terrified, and broke off into a sprint the other direction, jumping off of the float, and trying to make her way towards their home before the rioting slaves could get her. Inxie called out one last time, "And don't be afraid to use your magic, defend yourself!"

That was the last words she heard before she was finally out of earshot. River kept running, holding her lyre tighter than ever, praying that she wouldn't be beaten to death by a slave or a trader. However, it was only a moment later she had crashed into another person, much taller than her now that she was fallen on the ground, and a bit shadowed by the lack of light. River screamed once more when she saw the dark sword he was carrying in his hand, and immediately she covered her eyes with her arm, as a pathetic excuse for blocking.

Arkanov grunted as she bumped into him, but he stood still and did not move much from where he originally was. Instead, he looked to see who had knocked into him and scoffed when he saw her. "What the hell are you doing?" He still helped her up anyways.

"Arkanov, don't be so rude!" Kestral admonished her brother angrily. She went over to River's side and put both hands to her mouth in shock of the sudden violence that had taken place. "River, I hope you're okay. Did Thomas hurt you?"

But at this point, Arkanov had already sprinted down the street in a speed nearly equal to that of Thomas. He lumbered down the street, keeping his sword in hand and at the ready.

Kestral, exasperated and now fearful of being alone, called after him, "Wait! Arkanov, come back! What are you doing?!"

"That damn crook is not slipping away from me so easily!" Arkanov growled in a bitter tone after his sister. "Stay here with her! I'll be back!"

Kestral looked back over to River, now in need of a new leader to follow. "What on earth do we do now?"

"We get back to the house, and hide there until this whole thing is over. If that doesn't happen, we may have to run to the next town…" River fretted, terrified as she didn't know her fate. This wasn't the first time her life was in danger, but even then it was an awful experience. She reached out her hand for the girl to take, and briefly glanced over her shoulders as she heart the shouting and screams getting closer, "Do you trust me, Kestral?"

Without even thinking twice, Kestral latched onto River's hand as though her life depended on it, for it did. All around her, the slaves were causing a ruckus and more bystanders were getting involved. City fixtures and crude buildings were being shoved over, bonfires were being lit, and the city guards were being unleashed. They had to leave now. "Quickly! Let's go back to your house!"

River nodded, holding onto the girl's hand tightly now, and ran away from the chaos of this sudden revolt. She went as fast as she could, pulling on Kestral's arm, but she was ready to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way of her young legs suddenly have out. She could hear fires burning, people shouting, the clashing of scimitars against each other. From the looks of it, there was no way this could all be resolved in one night, their best chance once they reach the house was to leave the city shortly afterwards, with Arkanov of course. River couldn't just abandon the city with someone else's sister.

In a matter of minutes after running, River could see the house, which was still thankfully intact. She bent over, panting heavily, but still opened the door, and let herself and Kestral inside. She quickly close it behind them, and continued panting, trying to catch her breath. Lumi and Inxie weren't here. "We'll be safe in here for now… when your brother comes back, we'll have to evacuate from the city…"

Kestral began to tremble from the mere excitement of it all, and the fear instilled in her. She didn't know what to do, for her brother had gone off for who knows how long, presumably to kill Thomas, and she was forced to put her trust in a woman she didn't even know. She had no problem trusting River, for she seemed like a reliable, peaceful person, but she just wanted her brother back. She whimpered slightly, and looked to River for guidance. "I don't think my brother is coming back any time soon," she mentioned in a shaky voice. "He's going after Thomas, and Thomas may be running as far as he can possibly get before he's caught. What if Arkanov gets lost...? I'm sorry, I know you two aren't on the best of terms, but I feel like I need to follow him too."

River looked over her shoulder, peeking out the window, just to be sure that nobody was outside watching them or waiting to hurt them. "Kestral, it'll be okay, I'm sure he can handle himself. He wouldn't want you to go after him, it's really dangerous out there," the woman then glanced down to her shaking hands, "And I can't protect you if I follow along, I don't know how to fight. Waiting here would be better…"

The young girl looked at her shaking hands, and something changed in the way she looked at the woman. Determinedly, she moved to the door. "You may not know how to fight, but... I may."

As she spoke, a star-shaped object began to form over her left hand. A handle materialized in her palms and she grasped it tightly. On the exterior, the star was slightly translucent and cast a purple-pink glow on some objects near her. It had bright white flecks, looking like a lit image of the starry night sky. But on the other side, a vision of a dark blue, morphing and shimmering galaxy could be seen. It was a strange star shield of sorts. In her right hand, bright white star shapes sat in her hand and at the ready. She glanced over to River. "You can join me if you like, but if not, don't worry about me. I've got fate on my side!"

She shuffled her shield and star bombs as she opened the door, and as quietly and stealthily as she could manage, she crept out of the door and onto the city's streets.

"Kestral, no!" River tried to get to her before she ran out, but she just wasn't fast enough. Now was probably the perfect time for her to start panicking. She had seriously just let a child run out into the streets where a massive and violent riot was taking place. She didn't know what to do, if that girl got hurt or even killed out there, she couldn't stand herself to feel such guilt like that again. She had to do something.

Determination filled River's heart, and she clutched on to her lyre once more. It was no weapon, but she knew that it may come in handy in the need of an emergency. She opened the door quickly, and followed suit after the girl, who hadn't gotten far as she could still see that glimmering shield, "Kestral, wait up! I'm coming with you!"

"Awesome!" Kestral cheered excitedly from hearing this. To make sure one would not lose the other, she held onto River's hand and together they careened through the crowds and small fights that were taking place in the streets.

She only knew the direction they were going. Nothing else. Kestral called out from over her shoulder, "Do you know the city near the direction they were heading?"

"N-No, not at all!" River explained, keeping up her pace beside the girl, utterly surprised by the fact that she could run with a shield and bombs on her, but perhaps it was the magic that make it lighter on her. She kept holding on tighter, afraid of losing her by accident, "All I know is that they went the opposite way of where we were before!"

"Well, this will be interesting!" Kestral exclaimed.

Suddenly, a man who had been brawling with another by scrimitars was thrown at River's direction. Kestral saw this and immediately lunged backwards so the shield would block her. The man was deflected off of Kestral's shield, but surprisingly Kestral had not been knocked over by the man nearly twice her height and double her weight. The shield had done some deflecting itself, as if it pushed the man.

But Kestral did manage to trip over River's feet, of all things, and fell to the floor. She fell with an oof onto the floor, and tried to scrambled back to her feet and followed River. "Oh, sorry! Well... darn, Ark took the map. Then just lead the way out of the city please! We can figure things out from there!"

River was about to lend a hand to get Kestral back up, and was about to check for any scrapes or broken bones, but she seemed totally unharmed, which astonished River. The woman took th girl's hand once again, and in the distance she could see the sandstone walls of Sihrasul, with several innocent people running towards it. It must have been an open gate, an escape route for those who desperately needed to flee, such as themselves. "Over there!" River pointed, "If we can get past the gates, it'll be safe."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Kestral said in relief. She was happy that they were so close but she was so tired and she painted heavily. But she continued on, for she needed to find her brother.

They neared the gate quickly with their pace. Some city guards were waving the small crowd of people through the gates to turn immediately to the right to an evacuation center. Kestral could not see it immediately. But that did not matter, for when the two girls passed the gates, they kept straight forward, towards another light far off in the distance. Kestral was scared to see the endless desert once again, and the waves and waves of sand swept up in the wind, but she persevered on. She figured the light was the next city, a shining beacon.

The city guards called out to them. "You two!" they yelled loudly, their voice carrying over the wind, "You should get to the evacuation shelter!"

River turned her head when she heard the voice of the guardsman, but she couldn't be worried with him. They had to find Arkanov and Thomas, before they kill each other or worse. She didn't know why they would want to harm one another, as she had thought they were on better terms than this, but as they made their way through the sand in the dark night with the city in chaos behind them, River refused to go back, at least for now.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT!" A high pitched voice sounded like it was wailing right behind the other two girls. Kestral turned and skidded to a halt on the slippery sand, almost losing her balance. She squinted as she tried to make out a figure that was vigorously sprinting towards them, now seeming as though chasing them. The figure drew nearer and skidded to a halt as well. It was Salina. Her dress was torn at the edges and at the top, so she had to use her hands to raise it so it wouldn't dip too low. Her hair was far more messy than it was before. Kohl eyeliner was dragged down her cheeks, matching a bloody red scratch of the same shape in the same place. She seemed frazzled. And angry. Very angry.

"Where... are you two... going...?" Salina asked breathlessly in between huffs.

"Did you follow us all the way from the street?" Kestral was surprised.

Salina nodded, and turned to River while gasping for air. "Y-Yes... you. Are you okay? And where are you two running off to?"

River was surprised to see that Salina of all people had followed them after all that had happened, and all of the chaos. Why them of all people frantically panicking in the city? Then again, they were the only ones who had made this attempt to run out of the city rather than hide in shelter. "We needed to find two of our friends… well, they're not really my friends, but Kestral's brother is one of them. Now what in the world are you doing following us?"

"I want to say that I'm so kind that I simply ran here to check on your well-being after that ordeal, but why lie to myself?" Salina had a harsh scowl on her face and gave a suspicious expression to them, arched eyebrow and all. "I'm going after the lunatic that ruined my festival. He caused utter chaos and now this night is a disaster. I'm against the slave trade here too but did he need to do it on this night, of all of them? I'm going to track him down, drag him back to Sihrasul and throw him in the city's jail. Or send a bounty hunter on him. Whichever comes first."

The white haired woman tensed up when she heard this from Salina. She didn't want to risk putting Thomas in any more trouble and danger, but at the same time she didn't want to lie to this frustrated, frazzled young lady. River glanced off to the side, holding her lyre in her other hand a little bit tighter in nervousness, "Y-You're talking about Thomas... he's one of the people we're looking for, and the other, Arkanov... we think he's trying to kill him..."

"... I like this Arkanov guy already," Salina declared decisively. She crossed her arms and now looked at the two girls under more scrutiny. "And just why are you going after this Thomas? You said he was one of your friends... but he put a gun to your head. And ruined my festival. Maybe I should be putting the bounty hunter on you two?"

"N-No, please don't!" River let go of Kestral's hand and put it up in a halting motion, trying to calm down the other girl, but she felt that it just wouldn't be enough to convince her. She took a deep breath, glacing from side to side, "It's a long and complicated story, I don't even know if I'm actually friends with either of them, I'm just trying to make sure that Arkanov doesn't get killed and end up leaving his sister alone here! And what even is a gun?!"

Salina blinked her eyes, unsure of what this meant. Then she frowned. "I'm hoping that's just a really bad joke."

Kestral moved forward to Salina and clasped her hands together. She seemed ready to beg and get down on her knees if necessary. Tears were forming in her eyes. "Please, Miss Salina... my brother is taking care of me. I can't have him possibly die in a fight against Thomas. I'm sure once we get to Arkanov we can talk it out with Thomas as well. But just let us be. We promise we'll bring both of them back and we can sort out this whole mess later. Don't sick a bounty hunter on us. I don't even know what that is but it doesn't sound pleasant."

Salina tightened the fold of her arms and stared at Kestral. She huffed.

She was trying to resist those wide green eyes. But she couldn't do it.

"Ugh, okay, fine!" Salina exclaimed, obviously frustrated with herself for caving in. "But only if I can come with you guys. I promise I won't kill either of them, immediately that is."

"Thank you, thank you so much…" River let out her breath of relief, so glad that she didn't have to deal with more angry people intent on harming one another. She's already had enough violence as of tonight, and she didn't want it to continue with Salina either. So, she looked back out into the open desert and decided, "Let's go, and get them before they get too violent…"

"Onwards then, girls!" Salina pumped her fist in the air and led the group of three down the sandy slopes and towards the next city.

Zahafi
After about an hour of normal, walking-paced trekking through the sand and wind, the three girls made it to a new area. By now it was still pitch black night, but the but the sky was beginning to lighten ever so slightly, suggesting the group was in the early morning hours, and it would be daytime soon. It looked similar to Sihrasul in basic structure and buildings, though more tile was used in architecture. But the buildings were taller, more cleanly built and sculpted, and looked like mini palaces. One could only guess that this was a more well-off city economically.

Salina looked to the other girls as they walked quietly down the empty streets. No one was out at this time besides them. No lights were on either. "I'm guessing they have their water festival tomorrow night," Salina said to fill the silence, referring to the people of this city. "I'm curious as to why you think your friends would be in this city. It's dead quiet. I'm assuming they'd be loud. Are you sure they went this direction?"

River stared around the city, awed by the beautiful structures and towers. She had been here once before however, it was where she had met Lumi and Inxie, and where they had agreed to take her in. That was less than a year ago, yet it felt so far in the past. But River, hearing Salina's inquiry, glanced out of the corner of her eye to Kestral, "I am not entirely sure, but… I trust Kestral knows where they are. I don't know much about astral mages, but… I know that they tend to show good intuition."

Kestral gazed over at River and smiled. "How did you tell I was astral?"

"That star armor you're tricked out in kind of gave it away," Salina replied, pointing to her shield and bombs. She giggled.

Kestral blushed embarrassedly. "Right. Anyways. Let me try to gauge this spatially in my mind."

The young girl closed her eyes and stayed this way for a while as they walked, thankfully down a straight street. When they neared the corner, she frowned as though she was thinking harder about something. Finally, she opened her eyes, and instead of going down the street and around the corner as would've made sense, she turned rapidly down a dark alley."In here!"

Salina grasped at her arms again and scanned the alley cautiously. Not much could be seen, for too many shadows were being cast from the high buildings, compouned by the darkness of night. "You're gonna get us killed, kid. There could be criminals in these little dark alcoves."

"No, they're here," Kestral declared with the utmost certainty in her tone of voice.

"I don't see anyone here," Salina countered.

The young girl kept her eyes open just in case. She knew her brother was smarter than to just have a dangerous brawl in public. Even in an alleyway such as this one, there were too many risks: the possiblity of getting caught, or injuring other innocents, others to go off of. He would have had to hide and fight in plain sight.

Faintly, she could make out some moving shadows against the wall on the left to the three girls. When she squinted and tried to concentrate on these shadows, she saw they were in the shapes of two people, and judging by their body types, they were grown men. They seemed to be going back and forth, running up and down the walls, left and right. But no physical body in front of Kestral was casting them. She knew exactly what was going on.

"Arkanov!" Kestral called out. She wasn't using as loud of a voice as she could've, but it was loud enough for the noise to reverberate back and forth against the tight alley's walls. "Get out of the shadows, please. Stop fighting with Thomas!"

The two figures stopped once they heard the young girl's voice. The taller one used this momentary pause as an opportunity to lunge at the other, but surprisingly, the physical bodies of the two people emerged from the wall's shadows. The three girls could see Arkanov, his hair messy and clothes once again dirty, with a shadow knife in his mouth. He was pinning down Thomas, dirty and showing off cuts and gashes from their scuffle, by his wrists. They were panting heavily.

Kestral put her hands on her hips. "Don't take Thomas into the shadow plane to fight him," she admonished her brother, "That's cheating. Rather, don't fight Thomas at all."

Arkanov did not give up his position over Thomas, and instead pinned the other man's body down hard onto the sandstone floor by digging his thunderous thighs into Thomas' chest. Air was forced out of Thomas' mouth, and he sounded like a deflating balloon. Arkanov stared at the three girls in front of him breathlessly, showing no emotion. He took the dark, wispy, shadowy knife into his hand and pointed it at River, and his expression returned to the usual scowl. "Why did you bring my sister back? This is no place for a child."

River's eyes narrowed in a hard glare, and with her left hand she held out her lyre to Salina. Without even turning her head to look at her, "Hold this, I've got a few things to say…"

When it was out of her hand, River stomped over to Arkanov, untying the cloth around her head, and threw it on the ground. This was rare, a very brief moment where she could show true anger and frustration. It was difficult to bring out, but after barely surviving riots and wandering the desert with a severe lack of sleep, her patience had worn thin. "How dare you! As if YOU'RE the more responsible one! What kind of reckless idiot leaves their child sister in the middle of a burning, rioting city, in the care of someone that neither you or her barely know?!"

"This is coming from a woman who had a gun held to the back of her head by him," Arkanov noted and defended. Even though he continued to speak with her, he didn't seem angered by her comments at all. "What reckless idiot would follow me back to the place where her assailant would be? It's like you're trying to get hurt. I left Kestral with you because I figured you two would be smart enough to get indoors and stay safe. Yet, here you are."

"We tried to!" River clenched her fists tighter. Although she had no intention of hurting him or starting any sort of physical fight, it felt like a natural thing to do when yelling, "But she ran off to find you. And everyone who was fighting was getting too close to us anyways, they would have found us and attacked us, and you could have risked not having a little sister anymore!"

"Which brings us back to the question: why did you allow my sister to come here?" Arkanov asked, his voice still cool and calm, but the anger was definitely there. "I suppose you don't mind having the possibility of a young girl's death on your conscience."

Salina got between the two and put her hands up. "You two, stop it right now. The damage is done. What matters most is that no one is killed, alright?" She looked over to River. "It's no use fighting with him since you'll all be parting ways."

"… You're right, we will be parting ways. I don't want to have to deal with this anymore." River grumbled under her breath. She bent down, picking up the blue cloth she had thrown on the ground in frustration earlier. Then, as she turned to Salina, she gently took the lyre back out of her hands, and was about to walk off, "I'm going back to find Lumi and Inxie, hopefully not their corpses…"

However, her path had been immediately interrupted and blocked by someone new. A bystander perhaps, and River would have thought they were someone from the city, until she realized their skin was a bit too pale compared to the common inhabitants. It was a young man, older than herself by a few years yet not all that much taller. He has ruffled black hair that almost went down to his shoulders, and wore foreign clothes, a cream colored shirt with the color overlapping the neck of his buttoned vest. It reminded her of Thomas in some ways. He was holding a pen in his right hand, and an open notebook in the other, "Erm, hello miss, I couldn't help but notice that you and those others were having a heated argument. May I ask what the matter is?"

River raised an eyebrow at this, never hearing the term 'miss' before, and she hoped that it wasn't some insult she was unfamiliar with. She crossed her arms, glancing back the group she almost left, "To be brief, one of these guys caused a revolution, sabotaging the water festival in Sihrasul, almost murdered me, while another left me in charge of a young girl instead of helping her make sure she was safe."

"That sounds quite troublesome," a second person arrived, similar in skin to the strange man in front of her. This one was the same age, with medium-length red hair swept back, wearing black glasses and a blue long sleeved shirt, but the sleeves were rolled up some for this climate. "We were planning on making it to Sihrasul next. But this sounds like a much more interesting opportunity for a story." The strange man had peeked over River's shoulder and waved to the frazzled-looking group behind her, "Mind if we ask all of you some questions?"

Arkanov's eyes widened when he saw the two men who looked similar to him and Kestral. He would have been thankful any other day that they were not the only ones who appeared to be from another place besides this country, but he seemed to have an aversion to questions at the moment. His shoulder became more tense than usual and he turned his face away from them. "If you're news reporters, then no."

"Yes, yes you may!" Salina said excitedly. Though, she wasn't eager for story covering her, or to be interviewed. Rather, she pointed down to Thomas, who was barely breathing underneath Arkanov's weight. "And if you are news reporters, you can make a story on how that guy ruined Sihrasul's water festival. And you can put him in your paper's eulogy."

"Forgive us, but I'm afraid we aren't journalists. We're members of the Pendsbury expedition, and we've been researching mages and Samadurian culture here for several months," The red-haired one explained. However, when he saw Thomas being nearly crushed under Arkanov's weight, he grew somewhat cautious as he now directed his words to the dark-haired man, "Perhaps we could make this easier if you could let him up and breathe? After all, I'm curious as to why Atreans like you are all the way down here in the Zunaria desert?"

"W-We're not Atreans," Arkanov stammered quickly, nearly stumbling over his words. His eyes had grown even more wide at the word "Pendsbury." He moved away from Thomas and lifted him up by his shoulders, up to his feet. But he did not do this to comply with the red-haired man's wishes. He obviously needed assistance in talking his way through the conversation.

Thomas, confused by the sudden change in demeanor, dusted off his clothes and finally began to breathe again. He seemed surprised to find two other Atreans in front of him. "Well, his ancestors are from Atreanor, he isn't," Thomas explained to the other two men. He knew Arkanov was forcing him into the lead role once more even though he nearly killed him moments earlier, but doing this would save his own hide as well. "I managed to cause a little trouble in Sihrasul, and nearly killing me is my dear friend's form of reprimanding, I suppose."

The black haired one was already writing some notes down of this, in bullet points, not perfect descriptions of the situation but good for reference. The red haired one on the other hand nodded, and was about to ask another question, until suddenly his eyes opened wide, then followed by a slightly embarrassed chuckle, "Oh, forgive me. We were so interested in all of you that we forgot to introduce ourselves. I am Rubus Barry, and my twin here…" Rubus pointed to the man writing down notes, "Is Blake Barry."

"How about the rest of you?" Blake asked, pausing in his writing to speak to the collective group, "We might need your names for this, as we're required to prove credible sources and all."

River gave a small look of suspicion to the twins, but at the same time she felt a little comfortable. These were probably the friendliest people she had met since yesterday. And even with how kind Kestral has been, as well as Salina, these brothers were the most talkative, "My name is River, and the others…"

Salina frowned at these questions but complied. "Salina."

Kestral waved to the other men. "Um, hello! I'm Kestral." She noticed her brother wasn't forthcoming with his name so she spoke on his behalf. "That's my brother Arkanov. Don't mind him, he's a grump."

"And I," Thomas introduced formally, with his slight dip, formalities all present, "I am Thomas. Pleased to meet your acquaintance. Erm, are you going to be sharing all of this with a superior of some sort?"

At this question, Rubus shook his head, and held his hands politely in front of his torso, "Actually, we don't have a superior to report back to. We're doing this of our own wishes. You see, everything we're recording here, we're going to try having it all published into a book back in Atreanor. We figured that information about mages and Samadurai as a whole shouldn't come from just bad rumors, and instead should derive from a truly helpful and honest source. It could especially be helpful in Pendsbury…"

River was, to say the least, confused. These words and names she hadn't heard before just being spoken like normal, as if she should know this, but she didn't. Instead, she turned her head back around to the others, tilting her gaze in curiousity, "… What's Atreanor? And what's… Pendsbury? It sounds like a weird name…"

"Gee... I don't know," Arkanov said with a big, awkward shrug. He scratched his head, and looked to Rubus and Blake. "I've heard of... this... p-place before, but, uh... I don't know where it is...? Why don't you... tell us?"

Thomas stared at Arkanov, appalled. "Um. I know of Atreanor." He looked to Rubus and Blake. "I've been there before, a couple of times, for a while. It was when I had a tenure of a man's servant. It's a floating city. Are you two from there?"

Now it was Blake who shook his head to this, "Not at all. The two of us are from Floralia, a little port town on the east coast of Atreanor." He mentioned this with a smile, though it was not as wide as it could have been. Before they could pester everyone with even more questions, something began to seem… off. Blake was distracted from his focus on the pen and paper, and looked down to the side pocket of his trousers. It was almost like a pulsating feeling, not coming from him, but from what he was carrying. As Rubus started to ask more questions in his curiousity, the other brother reached into his pocket, and pulled out a strange glass-like shard the size of his fingernail, colored gold and glowing faintly like a small sun.

River seemed to be the only one who noticed this, and she released a soft gasp upon the sight of it. Her heart began racing, and she put a hand on her chest just to hold back the shock. As Rubus was blabbering on to the others about something, she stepped forward with concern in her eyes, making him stop. "Blake… where did you get that?"

"Oh, this little thing?" The black-haired man held it between his index finger and thumb for her to see, "Just happened to stumble upon it in this town, it looked really neat."

River quickly held out the palm of her hand, and switched to a sharp tone of voice, "I really, really need that. It's important, and I've been searching for it for a long time…" but when Blake had retracted, and gave her a questioning look, she rolled her eyes, "It's a heart shard, alright? I don't have a single one, and if I can have the first one, then it will lead me to the others. Please, it's an urgent matter…"

Kestral looked at the heart shard in utter curiosity. She could feel things that most others could not, and could sense power radiating from the fragment, great power. Something important would happen because of this shard. But River seemed understandably interested in the shards. "Um, River..." Kestral piped up again, stepping closer to her side, "Why are these heart shards important?"

"Yes, these are the elusive heart shards?" Thomas asked. He looked at the piece curiously. "You mentioned them before to me, but you never stated why you wanted them."

When these questions had popped up towards her, River felt frozen on the spot, and mI at nervousness began to ride slowly up her spine. She scratched the back of her head, her gaze shifting to the side, "It's a bit of a long story, are you sure that you want to hear it…?"

Rubus and Blake nodded simultaneously and silently, which was followed by the white haired woman giving out a sigh, "Y-You see… my home is a place called… Ali'ikai, but… its been destroyed by floods and tsunamis…" River stuttered and paused quite often, worried that she was beginning to sound ludicrous, "And I know someone who's missing their heart. It was stolen from them a long time ago, shattered, and then scattered across the continent. I need to find these shards to restore his heart, so that he can help me save my home. Um… did that help any?"

Kestral, Thomas, and Salina seemed to be in agreeance with this. They nodded quickly, but Arkanov seemed very confused.

"Hearts... can have shards...?" Arkanov asked confusedly. He rose an eyebrow at River, and for once finally showed no anger towards her. Instead, he was curious. "Um... I thought hearts were... soft organs."

"You're thinking of a physical heart," River noted, and while she did feel a bit more awkward having to speak to Arkanov now, she didn't feel any sort of annoyance or irritation with him. Instead, she felt somewhat interested by how he suddenly seemed curious about this, when he hadn't before, "The 'heart' I'm talking about is an essence, which is made up out of all of your emotions, thoughts, and memories. When someone's heart is taken away, then they can't feel anything, and they aren't aware of anything."

Kestral looked concerned that Arkanov was saying this, and went to her brother's side to pat his back and smile awkwardly. "He knows that! As mages from our home city... o-on here, we've gotta know all that stuff about heart essences and souls, yes?"

"Anyways," Thomas interjected again, immediately changing the subject, "River, you said there were shards, so more than one. Do you know where they are? And do you need any help finding them? Perhaps, if your question still stands, I could assist you? After all, I am in debt to you."

River's eyes went wide at this offer, she had thought Thomas had lied about helping her earlier, considering how he had ruined an entire festival and almost could have killed her. But for some reason, despite all of that, she felt a spark of hope ignite a flame in her heart, and she smiled, "You would really do that? And you're not just saying it to make me happy?" She asked, almost in disbelief, but the joy was growing, "I know that this shard could lead me to the others, so we wouldn't be lost. Are you up for a lot of traveling?"

"I don't mind at all!" Thomas exclaimed happily. "A lot of traveling sounds quite fun actually." He was about to near her to shake her hand and let her know his sincerity, but he remembered that she surprisingly did not know what a hand shake was. So he simply resorted to a smile. "And I'm not saying no this to make me happy. You really did save my hide back there by not freaking out."

Salina moved protectively to River's side. She put a hand on this woman's shoulder and tried to meet her gaze. "River, he had a gun to your head. Why do you trust him? What's he talking about 'saving' him?"

"I… don't know, I didn't do anything special…" River tilted her naive head to the side in confusion. After a short moment, she suddenly remembered exactly what had occurred at the festival hours before, and came to a realization, "Wait, you mean when you threatened to kill me to stop those guys from chasing you? I was freaking out! I just… didn't know if I could have fought back…"

"It was all an act," Thomas explained, "I just needed to threaten River's life to those slave traders to make it seem like I was serious. I would've never hurt her. She was so kind in showing us to an inn earlier in the day, a hospitable hostess in her home... I have no death wish for her."

He went to Salina and tried to give her an earnest smile. "You have nothing to fear with her."

Salina stared deep into Thomas' eyes to try to detect if this man was lying. Their pairs of brown eyes gazed into each other's for a long while, daring the other to speak up first. Finally, Salina gave a gentle smile, an expression she had not been wearing on her face for a long while. "Fine, I believe you. But..."

Salina returned to River's side, crossed her arms, and gave a little smirk to everyone. "If you're going with River, I'm going too. Just to keep an eye on you, Thomas. I don't want anything bad happening to an innocent citizen. Not on my watch!"

River's eyes were so wide with surprise with how these people, after so many months of searching for help, had actually wanted to assist her. Then, the feeling of gratitude changed her expression, and she wiped her eyes before she could start crying tears of joy. Her voice was a little shaky, "You… thank you so much. I've never had anyone want to accompany me with this…"

Then, Blake had held out his hand holding the shard for her to take. Gently, with a bow of thankfulness with her head, she took the shard into her own hand. The moment she grasped it, a warm feeling surged through her nerves, and thoughts, images, and sounds of joyful times filled her mind. Her smile was as wide as can be. Rubus spoke up, "You know, I think that maybe having us follow along could be helpful as well. After all, this sounds like a story which could lead to a lot of interesting information to record." He smiled, and now looked to Arkanov and Kestral, "Now, how about the two of you?"

"Arkanov, please..." Kestral turned around and gave her brother a pleading look. She approached his side and held his hand gently. "If only for a little while. This could be fun. It's better than that other plan you had for being in Samadurai, right? The more people on this, the quicker we can find them for her! They sound rather important."

All of the anger and confusion melted away from his face, and his expression softened. He looked up to Thomas to see his reaction. Thomas was grinning, as if he had teased Arkanov over something or won an argument. Arkanov did not like it. He looked down to a band around his wrist that looked like some watch, and then to Thomas, and then to River, and to Kestral, and Salina, and Rubus and Blake.

"Fine," Arkanov finally gave in, and turned away so no one could see his face. "But as soon as we find them all we're going straight home, Kestral. No games. You too, Thomas."

"Delightful," Thomas clapped his hands together, and now gave a smile to River. "When do we leave?"

"At least after noon," River decided without a moment of hesitation, and was now rubbing her head in exhaustion. She still smiled though, "We've been up for hours, and the sun's almost risen. I need a place to sleep, as well as the rest of you, minus the twins probably…"

Thomas nodded, and leaned on Arkanov's shoulder. "You're quite right. I did not find that inn that you showed us earlier, nor did I rest. We definitely need some sleep before we head out to, erm, wherever we're going."

"So we find a place to stay for the night and we meet up here tomorrow by eleven or noon?" Salina suggested. Feeling the exhaustion, she yawned. "Sounds good to me."

"It's agreed then." River nodded, trying to stop herself from yawning, "I've been here before, and there was an inn towards the center of town, so we can stay there until noon."

The Journey Begins
It was the morning after the ruined water festival one city over, in Sihrasul. The small town of Zahafi had heard of what went down and tentions were high among the inhabitants. They had heard of guards warning the governments of cities in all directions from Sihrasul that the slave who had begun the insurrection and threatened the life of one of the citizens was still on the loose and could be anywhere.

Arkanov could feel the intensity and fear of the crowd as he walked down the street towards where he and the others were the night before. As he looked into everyone's eyes, he could feel what they were feeling in a sense. They were on edge. Strangers could be the felon the guards were looking for. He was a stranger. It did not take much thinking to put two and two together and begin watching him carefully, to make sure he did no sudden moves. Nobody wanted what had happened in Sihrasul to happen in their well-to-do neighborhood. Arkanov reasoned this city was well involved with the slave trade as well.

Thomas would always cause a stir in the hearts of many, no matter where he went, whether it be good or bad, he felt.

He looked down to Kestral, whose hand he was holding as he guided her to the area they had been. She was quiet. But the smile on her face showed her mood. She was excited to see this world that was new to her.

Arkanov wished he could have as much enthusiasm as she.

He turned into the alley they had been in before. There Thomas lurked in one of the shadows, but in an outfit different from the one he wore yesterday. He continued to wear his orange shirt, and pants and boots, but covering it now was a white sleeveless shirt that had a hood. He wore it over his face, and it nearly covered most of his eyes, but he was still wearing the makeup under his eyes, which was now fixed. Arkanov could only tell it was him because of the red symbol on his cloak; not the one to indicate that he was a slave, thankfully. It was new, a circle with a pike going through it.

"You've got a lot of nerve hiding there in the shadows," Arkanov scoffed as he walked towards Thomas. "You're a light mage, remember?"

"If you had a problem with it you should've gotten up sooner," Thomas said with a shrug. He peered over Arkanov's shoulders, and then to his hand. "You're not going to kill me?"

"I can't at this point, these people are expecting you on this trip," Arkanov huffed, "By the way? Thanks for that. Now you're forcing me to follow along with you. It feels like you're obstructing me from my original mission."

Thomas rose an eyebrow. "You could've gone on to your mission. I'm not preventing you from doing so."

"And let you run around to god knows where, doing god knows what, telling god knows who about my mission?" Arkanov asked. "Like hell I would. I've got to tail you now and watch you, and prevent you from blowing my cover. Keep it coming with the lies, Tommy. Because if you so happen as to say one thing about where we're from, or what I'm supposed to be doing, I'll kill your circus act ass."

"Arkanov!" Kestral slapped her brother's hand. "Do not swear in front of me! You know how I feel about it."

Arkanov sighed. He had to remember his sister, who was virtually a second mother with how much she scolded him, was with him now. "Fine. But I'm serious, Thomas... I will carry out on my threat if need be."

"I've no need to tattle," Thomas assured. He showed no fear as he gave a light-hearted chuckle, and stared down the alleyway. "I'm excited for this. These shards are powerful, I'm sure you could've felt it too just by looking at that one they found yesterday. I need to know more... isn't it almost noon? Hopefully everyone else shows up."

Only a moment after those words, two figures came out from the opposite direction that Arkanov and Kestral had come from. It was Rubus and Blake once more, although this time neither of their noses were buried in notebooks and furiously writing down scribbles. Instead, the red-haired twin carried a satchel, which is likely where they kept those supplies, and Blake was carrying one of his own, only it was stocked with food and canteens of water for the journey. He raised his hand to the three already gathered, and ran up to them with a smile, "Glad to see that you've made it here before us, early is always better, right?"

"Not always," Rubus corrected, stating this matter-of-factly, "But in this case, it just shows that we might have some good planners traveling with us."

Blake chuckled sheepishly at this comeback, but he didn't seem to mind. Shortly after, another person approached the gathering, it was River. Her eyes seemed to have lightened up from resting, and surprisingly, she was able to manage a change of clothes. She wore a tan, sleeveless dress, with a large red cloth tied around her waist, as well as a few strings of turquoise beads wrapped around her neck, hips, and ankle. She carried her own back as well, holding her lyre, a glass bottle holding the first shard, a comb, and other dried foods that could last a while. "Alright, I've made it! I managed to find Lumi and Inxie here, they got some things from our home in Sihrasul, and let me take what I needed for the journey. They wished us good luck… now where's Salina?"

As if on cue, Salina came down the alleyway. She was in a different outfit from yesterday. It was all pink, even the thigh-high stockings that she wore. She had two curled braids that looked more like pigtails. But her brown combat boots showed she wasn't soft, she meant business. She had packs and two bags and pockets and a backpack carrying food and drink for everyone.

Arkanov was too busy staring at River to help, so Thomas immediately went to her side to help her in carrying all of it, but Salina held up a hand. "I'm not even breaking a sweat dude. I'm cool. Hey everyone! We all ready to go?"

River nodded, and she was astounded by the fact that someone like Salina was able to carry so much all on her own without any issue. Now, all that was left was for her to find where they needed to head to next. She reached into her bag, and pulled out the small glass jar, containing the golden heart shard. She twisted off the top, and let the shard roll out onto the palm of her hand. She gripped it tight, and closed her eyes.

Everything around her went dark, as if she was in a strange space of blackness. Then, it was as if dozens of chains began to glow in a variety of colors, all leading from the shard of her hand to various directions. Some chains were tighter and stiffer than others, some a bit loose. But the loosest one was almost touching the ground, meaning that it had the be the closest. River opened her eyes again, and turned her head towards that same direction, "The next closest shard is to the north. Still in Zunaria, but probably in the outer areas, where there's not as much sand, but still dry and rocky…"

Arkanov took out the map he had earlier. He looked at it and based on the direction they had gone last night, he figured they had just moved into a town called Zahafi. He then traced his fingers along the way that River directed to see what the next town over would be. There wasn't anything that would come up relatively soon, a couple of days traveling by foot would allow them to get to the nearest town. "We'll be heading along the Samadurian coast then. At least some water will be nearby, there are lots of rivers and riparian complexes from the deltas. Good places to rest."

"Sounds great," Salina exclaimed happily. "Anything else we need before we head out? I don't want to be the mom of the group but everyone should relieve themselves before we go."

Thomas groaned, and chuckled. "We're all grown adults, so I'm pretty sure we took care of all of that. If there's nothing else... River, would you do us the honor and lead the way?"

River nodded, chuckling somewhat from that little exchange of words, "Of course, I'll take the lead. Just follow me," Then, the young lady began to walk with a sense of determination on the north road. It wasn't long before they would be leaving the town.

After several moments of walking, River could see the endless expansive ocean of sand off in the distance, she knew it would be quite a long journey to the next town. The twins following her began to realize this as well, and so the opportunity for an interview seemed as though a good way to pass the time along the way, so that they weren't dying of boredom. Rubus, being the more sociable and vocal one, trotted up confidently to River's side, while his brother pulled out the notebook and pen once more, prepared to write down what they needed. The first twin spoke, "So, River, who exactly is this person that you need to collect these shards for?"

The young lady went silent for a moment, a bit caught off guard that she was being questioned now of all times, and as they made their way through the sands, she felt a wave of shyness flow into her voice, "U-Um… it's for a man that I know, named Mana…"

Rubus pressed on, "And what does Mana look like? Are you close to him at all?"

River responded tentatively, "H-He… he looks exactly like me, with the skin and hair and eyes, or… at least he used to, from what I heard. Now he's… um… extremely different. Doesn't really look human anymore, b-but he can still be a good guy, once he has his heart back…"

"So if he used to look like you, does that mean you're related to him?" Rubus continued to inquire, which made River even more nervous. She wasn't used to people being so curious about her, and she had never explained her reason for being here in full without someone getting utterly confused or bored, "And do you know what happened to him to make him look as he does now?"

The young lady tried to look away from the red-haired man, but his honest eyes that meant no malicious intent were hard to bear, "It's a long story, b-but in short, we're not blood related. He's… one of my previous reincarnations, but… this might sound confusing, the soul that he once had went to my previous reincarnation, and he was given a different soul… then his body was transformed into a sort of… monster… does that make any sense at all…?"

"Loud and clear!" Salina said with a nod. Kestral and Thomas nodded as well.

But Arkanov seemed confused. "So... does that mean he's your dad...?"

River's eyes went wide at this, for the mere thought of the man of the subject matter being her father made her feel disturbed. A shudder swept down her back in the image of that, so she furiously shook her head in denial, "No no no! Not at all, I said he's my reincarnation, not my father... you do know what that means, don't you?" she asked, and to her surprise, both of the twins shook their heads simultaneously. It was at this moment the young woman realized that she would have to do a lot of talking during this trek to the next town, "Reincarnation is when someone dies, and their soul moves on to another person to give them life. So in short, my soul used to belong to Mana a few generations back, but now it belongs to me, and keeps me alive. All of your souls used to belong to someone a long time ago as well..."

One would've expected someone who had just heard this stunning revelation to be more enlightened and feel a sense of connection to the spriritual realm and the physical world. But rather than anything so full of depth or meaning, Arkanov's eyes widened and he could only muster, "Y-You used to be a guy?"

"At some point you were probably a woman too, Arkanov," Salina pointed out with a little giggle. "I'm surprised. You said you were from Samadurai, right? You should know this by now."

"Maybe I learned it a little differently, alright?" Arkanov asked, now flustered. "This is confusing. So... the fact that he's your past self is what makes you want to save his hearts? But how can he be alive and you be alive too if you're the same person, technically? Or you have the same soul?"

"As I said before, his previous soul went to me, and a new one was put into him as a replacement. Normally, he should have died, but… that's a long story that I should probably go into later," River explained, but now was trying to change the subject. She wasn't entirely comfortable telling so much information about her at once to people she had yet to trust fully, especially considering how two of them were writing down literally everything that came from out of her mouth.

Rubus, on the other hand, seemed a bit disappointed. He gave innocent, yet inquisitive eyes to the girl, "oh come on, please? This is starting to sound really interesting. You've been put under some unique circumstances, and it would be great to know more, wouldn't it?"

River shook her head, and crossed her arms, "No. Look, it's a complicated mess involving a god, priesthood, and a ceremony that I am sure no one wants to hear me blabber on about for the next few hours. Is it okay if we leave it at that for now?"

Arkanov nodded. For whatever reason, while Sigma tilted her head in confusion at the words River had said, Arkanov, Kestral and Thomas nodded as if the ideas of gods and priesthoods were not new to them. So, the man with the red coat around his waist once more complied. "Sure, we get it. But it sounds like you're not from Samadurai."

River turned a little more shy at this, scratching the back of her head. Though now, she realized that Arkanov had finally taken off his coat, which had always confused her as wearing such heavy clothing in this heat seemed impractical. Nevertheless, she answered, "Not exactly. I'm from a region still in Samadurai, but it's small, and no one else has been there before. It's this little peninsula, with four islands, called Ali'ikai. Actually… I don't think anyone except me and the other Ali'kians know it exists…"

To corroborate this, Arkanov looked down to his map and scanned the Samadurian coast, more inland, and to the other end of the country to see if he could find a peninsula with islands with this same name. When he could not find such, he looked for large citites, then smaller towns. He looked to the coastlines of other countries as well. He had noticed a peninsula drawn on Samadurai's edges, but it was not marked, so he had no clue if it was Ali'ikai or not. "That's peculiar. I cannot find it on here. Are you sure it's off of Samadurai?"

"I'm very sure of it, considering that I arrived in Dhabonde soon after I left. But I don't expect it to be on any maps made by the people out here." River noted, and peeked over her shoulder to look at Arkanov's map. As expected her home wasn't marked anywhere on there. Over to the other side of her, were the twins still writing, until Rubus finally slowed down to talk more to the others of the group, other than River. He figured that she may not want to let out too much information so soon.

So instead, the red-haired young man smiled at the other four, "Then, how about the rest of you? I assume you're all native Samadurians. May I ask what all of you do? And what regions you're from?"

Arkanov instinctively looked to Thomas. Thomas noted this and nodded, and addressed Rubus on behalf of the other man and Kestral. "We aren't from Zunaria. We three are from some of the outer regions of Dhabonde."

"What we do? Uh," Kestral shook her head, and giggled a little. "I don't have a job. I'm twelve."

"Eleven and three-fourths," Arkanov corrected. "Don't round up."

"Whatever! Ignore him, he's mad that I'm almost a teenager," Kestral joked. "Anyways, Thomas, h-he, uh, used to be a slave for us. But for a little while he traveled around the various regions. He even went up to Pendsbury for a little."

"Upon occasion," Thomas agreed with a nod. "I've done some traveling here and there, working under different masters, doing a broad range of jobs and such. I had to return to Arkanov's and Kestral's parents about a year ago and those two finally sprung me out. So now I am jobless and free as well."

"How about you, Arkanov?" Salina asked to the man. She had a sharp tone of voice, as if she was preventing herself from speaking more freely and was holding herself back. "You had Thomas in quite the expert hold when we went down that alley. Almost like you've been trained... surely for a job of some sort?"

"Uh, n-no," Arkanov answered immediately. His face showed he was uncomfortable from this query. "I practiced at home, things my father... taught me."

Rubus only smiled at this, oblivious to Arkanov's awkward pauses in between his words, "Well, glad he taught you that then, it's always a good idea to know some self defense. My brother and I have never been trained in any sort of fighting before."

To this, Blake nodded to confirm his words, and now he was finally the one to speak up to the others. He hadn't much before. "But at the same time, defending yourself would be much easier with the use of magic instead of physical force, which reminds me, mind if we know what all types of magic if you possess them? I happen to be air, and my brother, fire."

"I'm a water mage," River replied nonchalantly, brushing some hair away from her neck as not to have it overheat herself in the desert sun, "Though I don't know how to really fight with my magic…"

Salina grinned at this information. "Water and fire and air. All useful elements that we need in a desert! Thank goodness. Anyways, I'm an earth mage. Sadly geo though. There aren't too many plant earth mages here."

Thomas nodded. "This sounds really great for our purposes. I'm a light mage. Maybe I could heal someone up if need be? And Kestral is astral, and Arkanov is shadow. I think we have nearly all of them, don't we?"

"Huh… that's actually a good point," River noted, that new information already making her feel more confident on this journey. With her they wouldn't die of thirst, with Rubus they wouldn't freeze at night, Thomas could help if someone were injured, and everyone else seemed like they could do their part to make a good combination. "I actually think those are all the magic types. Interesting coincidence, huh?"

"There isn't any other type that's in existence besides plant magic, but we're good!" Salina said with a smile. "But we've got food and water to go through already. We'll be okay!"

They were moving out of the town's borders. "I'm super happy about this guys. Well, we'll be in this desert for a long while until we get to the next town." She looked to Rubus and Blake and patted both of their backs aggressively. "Hope you boys don't mind getting a tan on! Haha!"

The Village Without Children
A day had passed of traveling, and now the small group of wanderers had made it to their destination without issue. While their clothes were dusted with sand and their eyes tired under the hot afternoon sun, it was as if a weight had lifted off of them when they saw the small town just up ahead. River had still been leading the group in the front, and at the sight of the short yet sturdy sandstone homes, she broke out into a run, as it was easier now with the ground being flatter and rockier instead of sandy as it had been miles back. As she trotted ahead, she turned around and beckoned to the others, "Come on, we're almost there! I'm certain the next shard is here, and we can stock up on supplies!"

"Must we run to it, though?" Salina asked. She had been carrying the bags for a day and was a little tired but she still held up strong. "Be careful, River! You're barefoot, there could be glass on the floor."

"I thought it was going to be days until we got to a town!" Thomas exclaimed, but he ran ahead to meet up with River as well. "Do you know the name of his place?"

"I'll be fine!" River smiled, running ahead anyways despite Salina's warnings, "And there's not a name for this place, a ton of nameless towns are in Samadurai!"

But her excitement was stopped as the moment she made it past the first small home, she felt something grab her forearm tightly, almost painfully. She was then yanked off to the side, releasing a startled yelp. When she turned her gaze up, she saw a brown-skinned man similar in tone to hers, with curly black hair, donning a simplistic uniform and a sheathed scimitar at his side, with a harsh glare down into her blue eyes. He growled, "You have a lot of nerve thinking you can come here in the middle of the day and get away with it…"

River's eyes turned to fear, her smile was gone, and she gritted her teeth as she tried to pull away and run back to the others, but his hold was too strong, and her weak attempts were proved futile. He continued with an even louder and harsher tone, "Didn't think you would be so young, or weak, but that won't make your punishment any easier!"

Thomas screeched to a halt when he saw this strange new man before River and threatening her so. Then he saw the scimitar. In a flash, his arm was up to the sun, and the light pistol he had before materialized into his hand. He clicked the gun and aimed it at the man, towards his chest. "Unless you've got a death wish, I suggest you let her go," Thomas called out.

Arkanov followed suit and unleashed his shadow sword. He went before Kestral, pushing her behind him, and went to Thomas side, aiming the weapon at the man.

Salina called out from behind them, "I've got a boulder here ready to throw at him if necessary!"

"Three against one," Thomas said to the man, smirking. "The odds of you making out of this alive aren't high."

"No, wait, stop!" Called out another voice from behind the unnamed man. It was another male, similar in features but with straightened hair, shorter, and about five years younger, about in his late twenties. He wore the same uniform as the older and stronger one. The young man pulled on his partner's shoulder, and now that he was distracted, his grasp was loosened, so River pulled her arm out. She rubbed her wrist, it already felt a little sore from that strong hold.

The taller man turned his glare to the other, "Come on, look at her! She fits the description perfectly. Dark skin, white hair, blue eyes-"

"Green eyes," the younger one corrected, trying to act as a sense of discipline for his partner, "And with short hair, not hair that reaches down to her ankles. Look, I know you've been stressed since the first incident, but you can't go picking random travelers the moment they set foot in town. I think you should head back to your post, lest the head guard find out about this and fire you from your sentry position."

The other man groaned, turning away from the foreigners without a single word of apologies to them, and sauntered off in the other direction. As Rubus and Blake finally caught up to the commotion, the new man apologized as quickly as the other had left, "I am so, so sorry. Things have been chaotic here recently, I guess that you happen to bear a resemblance to our current public enemy…"

Kestral seemed instinctively scared, for she had short hair and green eyes, but she could sense that it was not her they were talking about.

Thomas put the gun down, sheepishly as well, for these men were not trying to start a fight. Similarly, Arkanov put away his weapon. Thomas went to River's hand and pat her back to show that everything was alright. "Your current public enemy? Erm. What — rather, who do you mean?"

As River's tense shoulders loosened, her eyes still remained wide from the startlement of being yanked like that out of nowhere. The guardsman in front of her gave a look of sympathy to the young lady, but then turned his gaze down to his feet as he spoke, "We've had six children be kidnapped in less than a month. We thought they were going missing until recently, when witnesses saw a woman with short white hair and green eyes vanish into the night with a young child. I'm guessing my partner here assumed that description fit your friend here, they do look a little similar after all," the man sighed, and bowed his head in apologies once more, "And please forgive my partner for that misdemeanor, his own son was the first one to be taken, and he hasn't been the same since."

At this, the twins looked to each other in disbelief, and then to River, then back to each other. While Rubus' expression turned to one of disgust, Blake's became solemn and sympathetic. The latter took a step forward, "That sounds so horrible..."

"Not knowing what they would want with stolen little kids is what's even worse," Rubus crossed his arms, disdain and resentment for this mysterious culprit already festering within him, "Then again, maybe the truth would be so awful that it's better not to learn the reason..."

"... Is there anything that we can do...?" River asked shyly, still tentative, but she was feeling safer now that no one was threatening to harm her. The guardsman only glanced at the young girl behind all of them.

"The best that you can do for now is to report anyone suspicious, or anyone with those features I just described," He instructed. The man then raised his hand, and pointed a finger at Kestral, "And make sure you keep that girl close with you at all times. Even though mostly the little ones have been taken, a twelve year old was kidnapped among them..."

"Bring it!" Kestral dared. She showed no fear whatsoever. "I admit I was a little scared before but this is our adventure! If that person comes at me I'll fight back!"

"But hopefully we can avoid an altercation before that problem arises," Arkanov said, concerned over how excited his sister was getting over this. He looked to the guard and gave a stiff nod. "At any rate, thank you for letting us know. We'll be on the lookout."

The guard simply nodded, and turned around the other way to continue his patrol, leaving the group of mages alone. When he was gone, River gave out a breath of relief, "Yeesh, that was scary… thought that other guy was going to stab me for a minute. Heh… heh…"

Her laughing didn't really help any to elate the others, except for Kestral, but she was already fired up on her own accord. She could tell that the others still looked stern and serious. Rubus shrugged, "At least you weren't actually hurt, that could have been a disaster," but after he said that, he shook his head, getting those thoughts out of his mind to focus on the subject at hand, "Anyways, we should probably take a break here, re-stock, you know. Meanwhile, River could try to find the location of the next heart shard. Sound like a plan?"

"That sounds like a good course of action," Thomas nodded. He forced his gun to disappear and sighed. Using all of the magic he had been making his pistol with was seriously draining him. But thankfully, they could rest in this quaint little town. He turned to Kestral. "You need to stick around us closely, missy. We don't want you snatched up!"

"I could handle myself if it happened," Kestral assured with a giggle. "But that's fine. I'll stay close."

Salina now looked to River. "How long does it usually take to find one of those shards?"

"Not too long actually. I just have to follow this shard's draw towards the next closest one, then it just all depends on how close or far it is from this town." River explained, and held her hands together in front of her torso. She looked to the brothers again with a smile, "I'm sure you two could get some interviews done, if that's what you want to do."

Rubus shook his head, but Blake did not. The prior spoke, "No thanks, I'd rather look for a place for us to sleep tonight. After hearing about all that kidnapping stuff... it's really killed my mood for any note-taking right now."

So when she turned her head to Blake, he simply nodded, "Alright then, I'll just take over the job today. Besides, I sort of need work on my socializing skills..."

River understood well, and now looked to Thomas, Arkanov, Salina, and Kestral, "So I guess that leaves us on supply duty for now, right?"

"Yes," Arkanov spoke up. He had begun to talk more an more since becoming acclimated to being around with everyone, and he stared down Thomas and spoke up before he could, as if competing with him. "I believe we should split up the different tasks based on what we need. Is there anything specific we're looking for?"

"Just food, and maybe some medical supplies as well," River noted. Only, her eyes went wide when she realized what she had just said, and she felt her cheeks and forehead get a little warm from slight embarassment as she looked at the light mage in front of her, "U-Uh, it's not that I'm doubting your healing abilities, I'm just saying we might need them in case you're not around at the time…"

"I... took no offense to that to begin with Riv, don't you worry," Thomas assured with a cheerful smile to show her all was well.

"So let's split those two items up," Salina said. "It might be best if Thomas finds healing supplies. I can go with him. And Arkanov and Kestral can go with you, River. That sounds good?"

River nodded silently with a small smile, and just like that, their little group split off in different directions. Blake went out to the town square, Rubus began asking for directions to an inn or any place they could spend the night, while the other five set off to the market place off-center from the heart of the village. Now, River was alone with Arkanov and Kestral, which is when she began to realize that of everyone else, she had talked to them the least of all. Normally she would have remained silent and avoided conversation, but she figured that if they were to stick with each other for some time, better to be familiar sooner than later, right? So she spoke, with the most awkward smile she had ever made, "… Um, so… how're you doing…?"

Kestral laughed a little at this. "We're good. Well, maybe I shouldn't speak for Arkanov. I'm pretty good, all energized and ready to fight! Or look for food I guess. How are you, Arkanov?"

He grunted, "Fine."

River felt the tense awkward silence create a void between the three of them once again. However, she was rather glad that at least Kestral was open for conversation, "Good to see you're not letting the fear of a kidnapper get to you. You seem like a pretty tough kid, no way I would have handled that at your age."

"Well, thanks," Kestral said, "I am a little scared on the inside, but my dad once told me to not show people your weaknesses, and play it off like you're not afraid. So there's that!"

At the mere mention of their father, Arkanov's expression softened, and he smiled as well. "You're also just a tough girl, Kestral. Just by nature."

Now Kestral began to smile and blush a bit. "You guys are too sweet... but for being on this quest, we're all troopers. I'm sure we would've all done it."

River chuckled, struggling just a bit not to let out a soft 'aww' when she saw Kestral acting so modestly, "You're still strong for doing this as young as you are." Then, when the young lady glanced at Arkanov, she was surprised to find his lips upturned for once, and in a quieter voice she spoke to the girl, "I don't mean to be rude, but… I think this is the first time I've seen your brother smile. Is it rare for him to smile…?"

"Yes," Kestral answered, now laughing loudly at such a question. She nodded to confirm. "Very little makes him smile. But talking about our dad always does! He looks up to Daddy a lot."

The white-haired woman nodded, and as she began browsing through the marketplace, looking for food that was least likely to perish in a short amount of time, she smiled as well, "Then your dad must be a really great person…" River now looked to Arkanov, "What was he like, then?"

"He is still alive," Arkanov noted. He instinctively grasped into his sister's hand, and feeling this made Kestral smile widely. "We don't see him too often, but when we do, it's great. He works a lot but it's all for our family, to help our mother and us get by. He's a great man."

"He sure sounds like one," River commented with lightheartedness in her voice. But that was the only light she could get out of her for now, as suddenly, she began to feel solemn. Talking about this, she felt a strange sadness, as of melancholy. She began to recognize it as homesickness, "And… what about your mom?"

"She's just as kind and caring," Arkanov said immediately, with a gentle smile. However, soon, his face fell. "But she's sick. Kestral and I have to look after her a lot. Poor woman."

River's solemn eyes that were reminiscing over her own family turned into sympathy for the other's. She walked a little closer to him, lessening the small yet obvious distance between her and the two, "I'm sorry to hear about your mother… and I can relate. I have a little sister, and even though she isn't sick, she's really weak, can't walk on her own properly…"

"Oh, I'm... I'm very sorry to hear that," Upsilon apologized, his eyebrows in an upward furrow. He knew the pain of having a disabled sibling or family member. To lighten the mood, he tried to change the topic. "You have a little sister? You're an older child as well?"

River nodded in response, her eyes still showing a hint of sadness, but focusing more on the present now, a soft smile grew across her lips. "Yes, she's younger than me by a year. We look extremely similar, only her eyes are more of a pink color. She tends to be a bit excitable, and sweet as well…"

Kestral grinned at this description. "One day maybe we could meet her...? I don't know, is that weird to say considering we met each other yesterday? Still, your little sis sounds a lot like me! Excitable and sweet!"

"How humble," Arkanov scoffed with a small chuckle. "Anyways, yes. Maybe if we cross paths on this trip coincidentally —"

Suddenly, his manner changed. The light smile he had settled into a small frown, and he shook his head as if trying to shake an idea out of his mind. "I suppose only by chance, if we're lucky."

River shook her head, and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "It's a rare chance. She's all the way out near the eastern shores in a small village right now. And there would be no way our dad would let her leave, it was almost impossible to convince him to let me go myself." But then, with a sense of optimism, she smiled up to him, "But after we've found all the shards, we can go back there, and meet her, if you'll follow along…"

"Oh please, Arkanov?" Kestral asked pleadingly, with a small quivering lip for emphasis. "That would be so much fun."

"If time permits," Arkanov answered, now sounding more somber than he had before. "You know how stretches for time we are afterwards, Kes. It depends, River. It would be nice though. But at the same token, it would be difficult for you to meet our parents as well."

"That's fine, and I understand. What with your father working and your mother's condition, it doesn't seem like visiting would be easy for them," River nodded her head. She put her hand to her chin in thought as they wandered around the market place, and sighed, "I have a similar situation. My family wouldn't even allow me to be with more than half of the group all together. They, uh... don't really trust other men around me..."

"They don't trust you around other men?" Arkanov asked confusedly. He tilted his head. "Um, may I ask why? I admit my behavior in subduing Thomas was a little crude but I... I-I'm not a murderer."

River smiled to him, and suddenly nudged him with her elbow in a playful manner, "Of course you're not! I know for a fact you haven't done any of that, and that's not even what they're afraid of," and then, as she said these next words, her tone softened itself, becoming a bit quieter, "It's just… I've had some bad experiences with men, and they don't want it to happen again, that's all."

"Again, I'm very sorry to hear that," Arkanov apologized. Now Kestral hugged her arms from the awkwardness of the situation. Within less than ten minutes they had uncomfortable silences twice. Arkanov coughed. "But that just means you have protective parents. Good parents. Who love and care for you deeply."

River agreed to this with another simple, single nod of her head, and remained silent. She felt as though continuing on the subject might make things a little more awkward for all three of them, so she didn't want to say much more. That is, until a pulsating feeling suddenly traveled up her body. She recognized this feeling from only a day earlier, when the heart shard had reacted to her, but it was the first time since then that it had done this. Quickly, she grabbed into her satchel, and grasped onto the small glass bottle containing the shard. She could feel it, another piece was extremely close, but at the same time very slowly getting further Immediately, River began turning her head left and right, trying to spot a specific person, but she didn't know just who. Someone here had another shard. With urgency, she looked to Arkanov and Kestral, "Guys, wait. We need to stop, someone here has what we're looking for… we might need to re-group with the others. I can follow them with this shard…"

"Re-group?" Kestral asked. She shook her head. "That might waste time. What if they leave this place? Let's just find the shard here and when we re-group like we normally do we can show them we've already got the next shard!"

River looked at the girl, worried for the chance of this plan failing, but they had to take the opportunity. If not, then they may take even longer trying to find this tiny shard. River decided to face the risks, "Let's go."

She began to walk, her first few steps aimless, but she could feel a pull from the shard in her hand, as the pulses grew more rapid as she walked towards the pulling force. With her free hand, she beckoned for the two siblings to follow her. She wove through the small crowds of people in the marketplace, the pull becoming stronger just by slight increments, until several yards in front of her, she saw a mysterious figure. They were cloaked, with their hood over their head in the middle of the day. She didn't know how they weren't already considered suspicious. But when that person got a little further away, River could feel the forces within Mana's broken heart weaken. They had to be carrying the next piece. "Do the two of you see that person…? They… look like they're trying to leave town, I think they might have the shard…"

Arkanov gave a confused look at this statement and then looked towards the person who was leaving in a suspicious manner. He didn't recognize him or her as any one of the people in their own group. He frowned. "Hm. No, I don't think we know that person. If you think they have the shard let's tail them down. I'll have my magic ready in case...  something happens."

"Thank you. We'll have to keep our distance though, so that they don't suspect us following them…" River noted, and making sure to keep the cloaked figure in sight, began to follow them at a slow pace. It wasn't long before the mysterious stranger had led the three of them out of the marketplace, out to the residential area where local villagers were out doing their daily chores and the children, whatever ones weren't kidnapped from weeks earlier, played in the street. The only time the figure stopped was to look at these children as they stuck to the side of the road, but then they would inevitably move on. This behavior only made River more nervous. A few minutes later, they had followed the strange person all the way to the edge of the village, as they were now moving on to the outskirts, where there was only desert land and various red, rocky formations. River turned back to the other two, "Should we continue without the others? I don't know where this person could be going… it might be dangerous."

Kestral, who was expressionless at first, now furrowed her brow as she stared at this mysterious figure. She was full determination to find out his or her identity. Something about the way the figure stared at children as they passed, and the manner in which the figure was wandering seemingly aimlessly through the village, seemed very off. But she could not put her finger on it.

"I say we follow the person," Kestral suggested, her voice full of vivacious, lively energy. "If we don't follow this person they could get away with the shard and we lose them! Besides, it's three versus one. We've got this handled. How powerful could this mystery person be?"

"You can be surprised with some mages. Even people who look weak and harmless can cause some real damage… but we should continue on anyways." River decided to press on despite the potential danger. As they went further, she noticed the landscape becoming a bit more rugged and rocky, a little difficult to traverse now. The village was a good distance behind them now, but still in sight. Predictions as to where they were being led began to fill her mind. Maybe this person couldn't afford a room at an inn and was camping out here? Or maybe they're a resident who prefers privacy rather than having neighbors? However, neither of these were the correct answer.

The cloaked person had stopped, and thus the three following her from a distance had to stop as well. River realized that they were at a crevice, a cave-like crack in a large, red, desert rock. It was barely shaded by the dead trunk of a dried up tree that had grown there generations ago. However, that wasn't exactly what had caught her eye, for the reason the cloaked one had stopped was because of another person.

It was a man, wearing some torn and dirty clothes, but he seemed calmed and contained nevertheless. His skin was dark, and almost identically to River, his eyes were a cerulean blue, and his long back-length hair was white as a cloud. When River saw this, she didn't know what to say, all she could do was gasp in surprise, then quickly crouch down under the protection of several smaller rocks. "Wh… what the…" she shook her head, "That can't… no, this doesn't make sense…"

Arkanov was confused over River's reaction to the strange man. Arkanov peered his head over the rock to get a better look at the man. He did seem very similar to River. Thus, he figured it must be some sort of relative. He held Kestral in his arms so she wouldn't feel the urge to spring up and introduce herself, or fight. Both options would've been problematic. "River, is that your dad?" Arkanov asked curiously, keeping his voice down. "Or is he someone else? What's going on?"

River shook her head furiously, and was beginning to rub her forehead with her quivering hand. She peeked over the rocks again, and saw the cloaked figure kneeling down to give the man half a loaf of bread. His eyes were glazed over, emotionless, thoughtless, he didn't say anything and simply ate. River didn't know what to do, or how to explain this. "Th-This doesn't make any sense… that… that's Mana… the one that needs these heart shards. My past reincarnation… b-but I don't understand! His body isn't supposed to be back to normal, how was it fixed?!" She whispered with a sharp and panicked tone, "I don't even know what he's doing here! He… he's supposed to be back at Ali'ikai…"

"So you're telling me your reincarnation of yourself that should be back on your uncharted homeland that we can't confirm exists or otherwise is here, around and walking," Arkanov said incredulously. Now he had an untrusted expression. "I'm sorry to say I don't believe you."

"I know! I know…" River was panicking. She breathed harder and faster, while her heart began pounding in her chest. None of this made sense, it was absolutely ridiculous to think that this was even real. Her arms were shaking violently, "I-I never expected any of you to believe me, but this is not supposed to happen. I can't understand…"

But while she was whispering, she didn't realize that the figure behind her was already talking to the man believed to be Mana. When River paused and listened, she heard that the voice belonged to a woman, and quickly she turned her head around and peeked back over the rock to see what was happening. She saw the cloaked woman kneel down to Mana's level, and reached out a hand for him to grab. She could at least see the skin on her arm, which was still brown, but on the lighter side. The strange spoke something that was inaudible from this distance, and she pulled Mana up to his feet. From there, the two began to walk away from the entrance of the large crevice, in the opposite direction of the trio. River breathed out, "For a second I thought they saw us… but we're safe now."

She breathed in and out again, trying to calm herself, "M-Maybe they're friendly… after all, maybe they're collecting shards too for Mana, and they could help us… right? If we're going for the same goal… maybe…"

Arkanov got onto his knees instead of sitting down and gave a frown in River's direction. "Maybe that is the case, but I'd much rather prefer if we had the shards over a stranger. You don't know if that woman is friend or foe."

Kestral assumed a similar position as Arkanov. "I'm thinking foe. I'm getting a very bad vibe from her."

"I'm sure that she's fine. We'll never know until we confront her though," River noted, trying to stay a little optimistic. However, she was afraid to admit that she was leaning more towards the assumptions of the other two. But she didn't want to jump to negative conclusions. When the woman and Mana were out of sight, River stood up from behind the natural wall of rocks, and looked to where the two had been before. She almost considered following them further, to ask them for their help, but she was stopped when in a few steps towards the small cave, an awful smell wafted into her nose.

She recoiled, covering her nose and mouth in disgust and distaste. The scent reminded her of rotting meat, a smell she had the fortune of rarely having to endure. It almost made her feel a little nauseous, "Ugh… what is that? Where's that even coming from?"

"Huh?" Kestral stood up to her normal height and caught a whiff of the odor River was talking about. She stuck out her tongue and crinkled her nose. "Eugh!" She waved her hands to push the smell away. "When I was talking about a bad vibe I wasn't talking about that."

Arkanov stood up and breathed in sharply. When he smelled it, his eyes widened in surprise. He knew that odor anywhere. "Overripe fruit... trash... rotting meat? I'm not sure where it's coming from. Do we even want to know the source to begin with?"

When this was asked, all River did was look to the crevice. It seemed that the awful smell was coming from there, and as much as she wanted to investigate, something inside of her told her to leave this place.

But this time her curiousity had overcome her instincts, and she took a few steps closer to the dark, narrow cave. It didn't look entirely safe, so looking for assistance, she turned her head back to the black-haired man behind her, "Arkanov, do you want to check it with me?"

"Sure," Arkanov said, and went to her side. As he walked away from Kestral, he leaned into River's side so he could whisper quietly, "River, why don't you want Kes to come? You don't think it's something dead?"

"I don't know if it's entirely safe for her to go in. I mean, she could cut herself on a rock or... something..." River mentioned, leaning back towards him, her hands now held close to her torso, her foot cautiously tempting itself to move forward, "And even if it is just a dead animal that got stuck in there, I don't think she would want to see something like that."

"True, but Kestral can handle it," Arkanov explained adamantly to his companion. He gave a smile at the thought. "She's very strong for her age. Strong-willed, I mean."

River contemplated this for a moment, as she still wasn't totally convinced that Kestral was that strong-hearted, especially for someone of her young age. Whenever she looked at the girl, all she could see was softness. But on the other hand, she hadn't known her for very long. Maybe this was a time for the girl to prove herself to her. River let out a sigh, and agreed. She beckoned Kestral over to the entrance of the cave, "Alright, alright... you can come too..."

"YES!" Kestral explained excitedly. She pumped her fists in the air and sprinted to the two adults' sides. Even then she began to move on ahead and chanted loudly. "I can't wait! I can't wait! Adventure! Experience! I need a lot of that at this point."

Arkanov gave Kestral a furious look and put a finger to his lips. "Shhh! We don't know if those two can still hear us."

Kestral winced at her own mistake. "Sorry. Anyways, besides, what's the worst this smell could be? A dead rat or something? I've seen those before. They're gross but certainly nothing I can't handle."

River remained silent, as she was a bit apprehensive to say anything more, for both the growing paranoia in her as well as the risk of being heard by the strange duo from only a minute or so earlier. Covering her nose with her forearm, she approached the entrance of the small crevice, feeling sick even when she forced herself to breathe through her mouth. She turned diagonal, to squeeze into the thin hole, where the smell only got even worse. Light was becoming dimmer, although the sun could still peek in, just barely, making all the shadows a very dark gray. For the moment, it didn't seem like there was anything. It was empty.

The white-haired woman hesitated telling the others to turn around and just get back out into the open, but her mind was changed to stay in a single moment. River's blue eyes went wide when she felt something... squishy, touch her foot. She recoiled and lifted her leg, fearing it to be a snake or a rat, but instead a dead weight dropped with a very light thud. She yelped, flinching, only to find that seconds later, nothing had happened. When she finally turned her head down, she saw it. Even in the dim lighting it was clearly visible.

It was a human arm. Small, short, a little bit fat too. As she looked closer, it was attached to a body of a motionless, cold toddler, their eyes glazed over staring up at nothing but the roof of the cave. Their body had only one imperfection: a bloody stab wound through the chest, that had punctured the lung presumably days or even weeks ago. Behind that child were five more, all of various ages from three to twelve years old, in the same exact condition. Bloody, motionless, cold; dead.

"What the fuck?" Arkanov asked flatly. He immediately covered Kestral's eyes and swooped his arm down, trying to use the shadows to cloak the dead, rotting bodies. "Kestral, don't look."

"No, let me-" Kestral moved her brother's arm down and tried to stare at what was being hidden. When she saw the children about her age, she wondered why they were sleeping and covered in red paint. But when she realized the smell mixed with this image did not mean the children were sleeping, her eyes widened, her bottom jaw dropped, and a look of horror crossed her face. Tears began to flow. She made a sick, nauseous expression as well, and tried to fight her brother's arm.

Now Arkanov held onto Kestral as she began to let out horrified gasps, sudden in-breaths of total terror. Kestral began to cry loudly. "Wh-Wh-What happened!? What is this!?"

River would have screamed at the sight of this if she could, but her throat was so choked up with disgust and terror that she couldn't make a single sound. She couldn't stand to look at this any longer without throwing up. She turned around immediately and tried to push back the other two, urging them to get back to their senses and get back out into the open, away from this awful place.

She met no protest. As soon as River began to push them away, Arkanov took Kestral, who was now calming down but still whimpering, and moved the way they came out of the cave. They had to leave this place before anyone saw what they had come across. Arkanov looked at River, his eyes wide from shock. "We have to report this."

The moment they were out and back under the light of the desert sun, River felt her entire body begin to go wobbly. She couldn't even respond to Arkanov, when only a few steps outside of the cave, she collapsed right down onto her knees. She felt so weak that she couldn't move anymore, that she couldn't even think it process anything happening around her. She clutched her stomach, hunching over and began heaving, the nausea getting to her. But she had to hold it back, and took a deep breath to try stopping herself.

That was when she felt her lip quivering, and her eyes watering from both fear and sympathy. In a blink of her eyes, tears ran down her cheeks. She was beginning to whimper, as she held tightly on her stomach, "Wh-Why would someone do this?! All the ones that were missing, th-they were here…" she released another cry, "They were only little kids! Wh-Why did this happen…?!"

Arkanov was unsure of what to do. He had two crying girls on his hands, and if he showed any signs of fear, disgust or confusion, they would not have anyone to lean on or look up to. Thus, he gently, if not awkwardly, patted River's back. "I don't know. Whatever happened to them, it doesn't look like natural causes. They were definitely murdered. And murders of children are generally premeditated..."

He felt for the dead children. Looking at his own baby sister, he was just happy she was alive and was not present in this village to have witnessed or be victim of these violent acts. He felt as though he owed the unnamed children something. Curse his sudden, usually unwanted bouts of empathy. "But I think we owe it to these unnamed fallen children to find out who did this to them."

"I… I think it might have been that woman from before…" River struggled to hold back another sob, as it came out uncontrollably. But strangely enough, with Arkanov comforting her and Kestral, she felt herself calm enough to talk. Nevertheless, terrified and sorrowful tears still streamed down her face, but she still spoke. "She was so close to that cave, as yet she didn't react whatsoever to the smell, as… a-as if she knew what was in there… what are they doing this for…?"

"We can't assume immediately," Arkanov warned, but it seemed like he believed River's theory. "I don't know what her reasons are for doing this. But when we see her, we'll find out. Did you see which way she and your past self went? Maybe we can corner them and confront them."

"N-No… I don't know where they went…" River muttered fearfully, trying to wipe away her tears now, even though they were still coming down in a lighter stream. Then, she put her hand on her shoulder, clenching it tightly, "They might come back… and if not them, then whoever the real culprit is. Would we be able to wait here to find them…?"

"Criminals always return to the scene of the crime," Arkanov said gruffly. He sounded like he had firsthand experience with this sort of situation. "Maybe waiting here would be a safe bet. But what's our plan of catching them? We catch them in the act. Then what? Obviously this person doesn't play around. River, I can see you're not used to fighting. But we're going to need it now, possibly."

River felt her entire body tense when she heard that last sentence. She had never fought before, not once in her entire life. She had never even been the kind to initiate any sort of violence. When she looked up to Arkanov's eyes and saw the serious determination in them, she began to feel meek under his gaze, "H-How? I've never hurt anyone with my magic before. What would I be able to do?"

"Get a large wave of water, flush them out, or spray them as a fistraction, something like that," Arkanov suggested. "Anything that involves using water? I'm not a water Mage so I wouldn't know. You can make a water weapon, if you like, like how I do with my shadows."

River contemplated these suggestions for a moment. She didn't want to be violent, and had been hoping they could apprehend this murderer without harming them, and take them back to the village for judgement. But she didn't want to shoot down all of Arkanov's suggestions, he was only trying to help after all. Tentatively, she gave an answer, "I… I might try… I'll figure something out. But now, maybe we should get back to the village and regroup with everyone, tell them what's going on…"

"Okay, that sounds good," Arkanov nodded, with a stiff nod. He used his arms to gesture for River to exit the cave from the way they came. "Let's just hurry up then. Get out of here before she decides to come back, she might... never mind that. Let's just go."

Back at the Village
Only less than ten minutes later, the trio had made it back to the village, unnoticed by the residents and visitors alike this time. River was at least a little thankful that she wasn't grabbed from out of nowhere again. But that feeling didn't make up for what they had all seen not so long ago. "Let's try meeting in the square with everyone…" River suggested, her voice weary, "They're probably all waiting for us. And we didn't even get the food we promised to get…"

Kestral gasped when she realized this. Thankfully she had calmed down, though she felt her eyes were heavy from how many tears that stained her lashes. She looked around frantically. "Oh no. We don't have any food. This is awful... well, Salina brought a lot. We should be okay until the next town, I would think. Or maybe we can get some after... w-we tell them..."

River shook her head, "I don't think we have enough time for that now. The lives of the children in this village are at risk, and we can't waste any time." Once that was said, she pressed on, taking lead in front of the two into the town square.

However, they wouldn't reach there as suddenly, a certain black-haired young man had caught sight of them from a distance, and had ran up to meet with them. It was Blake, and he looked flustered and concerned, "There you three are! I was worried, I couldn't find any of you after I was finished with the interviewing-" he only paused in his blabbering when he saw how frazzled and yet solemn the other three looked, "Goodness… what happened to all of you?"

"We... we need to talk about that," Arkanov warned. His voice was very grave and serious. "We saw something troubling. We'll need to discuss it with everyone. Do you know where the others are?"

Blake nodded, his eyes naive as to what Arkanov had meant, but on the inside he wasn't sure if he truly wanted to know, "My brother just finished booking a place for us to stay, while Thomas and Salina should be finishing up gathering their supplies, Rubus just left to check on them…"

At this moment, Salina and Thomas approached the town center. They were carrying the group's satchels and they appeared to be weighed down with various objects. Thomas chuckled herring the information he heard from Blake. "If Rubus is looking for us, we just missed him. What's this you all saw a little earlier back?"

Only a moment later, Rubus came running up behind Thomas and Salina. He skidded to a halt seeing everyone else gathered, and bent over with his hands on his lap, panting. "Goodness you two… I swear I was calling out to the both of you trying to catch up…"

Now that everyone had finally arrived, it was time to deliver the bad news. But first, River wasn't sure if she could dump this all on them so quickly, "… E-Everyone, I can say that we've found someone who holds the second shard, however…" she glanced to Arkanov for some help in speaking, "We've discovered something else, an awful thing, as well…"

"Something awful?" Salina asked. Her voice was now more heavy, most likely with the fear of wondering what on earth the three could've possibly seen. She looked down to their empty hands, and then frowned. "No food is awful."

At this comment, Arkanov settled a glare toward her direction. "Salina, we're serious. Those guards we encountered when we came to this town, they talked about how the children of the city were strangely disappearing. Well, we think we've found out what's happened to them. But it's very unpleasant. We went into a cave because we were following these two people —"

"Who were they?" Thomas asked.

"— I'll get to that," Arkanov muttered, and continued on, "In the cave there was this hidden alcove filled with the dead corpses of a lot of children. I think someone is killing them all off."

There was a long, deep, seemingly endless moment of silence. No one would disregard these words said so seriously, especially when the statement was supported by three of their traveling companions. It was far too dark to be an excuse for not getting what they were told to do. And yet at the same time an air of disbelief was surrounding all of them. Only a few moments later, the only one who had the courage to speak was Blake, surprisingly. Taking a step forward, and raising his hand slightly as if he were in a classroom, he spoke shyly, "E-Excuse me? You... you're not joking about this, are you...?"

When River gave him a stern glare, he stepped back to his original place. They obviously weren't playing around. That was when Rubus decided that he would have to step in, and that same feeling of resentment towards the perpetrator that he experienced when first hearing about them was obvious in his expression, "Then tell us all that happened, from the beginning, please. If you've found their corpses and the possible kidnapper, then maybe we can stop them for good..."

"We had followed some cloaked figure into the cave," Arkanov began to explain. "They just seemed very strange in the way they were looking towards children in the town. At the cave it turned out to be River's past reincarnation."

"How is that possible?" Thomas asked again.

"I don't really know," Arkanov admitted, still embarrassed to admit this. "A-Anyways, another woman came in, but I didn't see what she looked like. And then those two left. That's when we all started to smell some foul odor. We followed it and found the dead children. We think one of them is the murderer but I can't tell who did it. They went away anyways. Maybe it's too late."

"It's not too late, it can't be!" Rubus argued in a sudden fit of passionate fury. He could never be angry at the others of the team, but as for the people of the subject matter, he couldn't stand the thought of having them roam free leaving a path of lost souls behind them. His angry demeanor seemed to be getting worse, to the point where one could see small embers floating away from him. As soon as this happened, Blake had to hold on to his brother's arm before things got any worse.

River took a breath, a little worried, as she held her hands together to stop them from shaking, "It's not, don't worry. If they were able to get away killing this many children so far, they wouldn't be so stupid as to do it in the middle of the day right now. They might wait until night, which means we have time. I... was considering a plan, where we wait by that cave again, and ambush them..."

Salina's eyes, usually round and wide, were framed by furrowed brows, and they looked determined to find out what had really happened to these children. "That sounds like a good plan. We need to get justice for these kids. When can we go over? And can you three show us the way?"

The white-haired woman gave a single, simple nod to the other, as that was all she needed to do to approve all those questions, "We can show you where we need to go when the time comes. And just in case... be prepared for a fight, in case the perpetrator starts to think that they can add us to their list of victims..."

"No problem," Thomas assured with a huff. He crossed his arms to show he was serious. "If this perpetrator is brash enough to want to fight us, they'll be in for one. One versus what, seven? I doubt we'll be having many problems with that."

Rubus looked to Thomas with determination, clenching his fist tightly, taking a breath to calm himself. The only thing that could keep him in a logical field of mind was his twin brother, holding onto him, "It sounds easy, but let's make sure not to underestimate them. Even though there's a power of us in numbers, Blake and I are only novices in our magic abilities," he cautioned, and looked to the white-haired girl in front of him, "And River's told me that she's never fought in her life."

"Wh-" Arkanov looked at River incredulously hearing this. He wasn't sure whether he should show simple surprise or more genuine horror. It was surprising to someone as familiar with fighting as himself that someone could go their whole life without doing so. "Well, you're going to learn today. It's necessary."

River understood his words, so she asked no questions. She knew that even though she was nowhere close to being a decent combatant, that at least she had the backup of everyone else of violence were to occur. So now, all that was left was to go over the plan, "Now, all we need to do is get there at night, preferably right at dusk before it gets too dark and we end up being too late. There's this wall-like formation of rocks that we can all hide behind, and we might need to take shifts watching in case some of us get tired too early."

Kestral nodded. She had been quiet, scarred from the whole ordeal the entire conversation. She didn't feel like speaking but she didn't want to seem too weak. "That's fine. Are we going to... k-kill anyone? Like if we have to, if that person comes at us?"

"W-We might have to, if it comes down to that," Blake interjected, trying to remain calm, even though the anxiety was easily heard in his tone of voice. But even then, he tried to muster a smile for the girl, "But listen Kestral, we'll do our best just to apprehend them and take them back to the guardsmen here, and have them decide the punishment. We won't have to get any blood on our hands, I promise."

"Leave that stuff to me," Arkanov assured his sweet little sister. He hugged her protectively. This was probably the first time he showed true affection for anyone on the team. "Kestral, we'll be okay. We'll try to be as nonviolent as possible. But no one will be hurt on our side."

He looked over to River. "What do we do while we wait?"

"All we need to do is prepare ourselves for what may happen," River informed, and looked down to the satchel that hung from her left shoulder and dangled on her right side. She put her hand on it, "And in case it was those two we saw earlier, I can keep track of where they are with our heart shard, as they have one as well."

"So we're all set," Arkanov stated. He nodded, but his expression was grim. "Then let's prepare ourselves for this. I have a feeling dealing with those two tonight will not be easy."

Catching the Killer
Night had fallen upon the village and its surrounding outskirts. The sky was still somewhat light from the dusk, the sun that had fallen over the horizon only an hour or two ago. The stars had just begun to show in the sky above; they would soon be accompanied by thousands more of them speck long the sky with their white glow.

But now was not the time to admire its beauty. For currently, horrible things were about to happen. There was a woman, her face covered by the hood of her dark cloak, carried something in her two arms. Upon closer inspection, one would have seen that it was a child. Only six years of age, with his long, curly dark brown hair, and sleeping soundly with his head resting on her shoulder. He was oblivious as to what was to come, but so was she.

Less than a mile away from the village, but still secluded and covered by darkness, she stopped walking when she had reached the mouth of a narrow cave. Gently, she lay the back of the child, awakening him slowly. His eyes opened, only slightly, and the woman knelt down, placing his small bare feet on the dry ground. Now was the time.

Little was she aware of the small group, seven different mages, all hiding behind sturdy formations of red rocks, waiting to ambush her…

And that they would. Upon seeing the young child in the woman's arms, one figure stood up behind the formation. It was Arkanov, and he held his shadow sword trained towards the woman's head. He held Kestral down so she could not spring up and reveal herself. Thomas and Salina laid in hiding as well, ready to provide another assault if this woman tried to assault.

"Leave the child alone," Arkanov warned. He tried to use as deep, dark and gruff of a voice that he could muster. "We know what you've been doing. Leave the child be, and leave this place."

The woman whipped her head around at the booming sound of Arkanov's voice, and she recoiled in shock. She grasped tightly on to the young boy's arm, which woke him up even more, making him slowly realize the situation that he was in, but he made no noise yet. She bared her teeth at Arkanov like an animal, believing it was only him there, until she finally realized that maybe him alone was no true threat to her. She had faced several swordsmen before after all. With a smug smirk across her lips, she muttered, in a sickenly sweet voice, "Oh Mana… I require your assistance…"

Then, from out of the shadows, he appeared. River peeked over the rocks, not jumping out yet, but preparing herself just in case. She glanced out the corner of her eye and saw that Rubus and Blake were doing the same. And there he was: Mana. His skin a tanned brown, his swept-back hair long and white, and his eyes a cerulean blue, just as she had seen him hours before in the daylight. His eyes were dead, expressionless, totally blank. Then, without warning, oil-like tendrils began crawling up his body. He had no reaction as they enveloped him, practically drowning him, as it warped his body in a terrifying and disgusting way. His body enlargened, the bones in his limbs could be heard breaking and clacking as they shifted into unnatural positions, as he became the monster he was once known as.

As the inky liquid dripped off his new form, he snarled and roared at Arkanov, causing the small kidnapped child behind him to scream in fear. His teeth where in a constant sharp-toothed smile, with horns that curled off his head. His arms were massive and clawed, unnaturally bent backwards, and his back arched and legs warped like the hind legs of a dog. The woman taunted now, "Do you really want to challenge me?"

Arkanov's eyes went wide from the sudden transformation that occured before him. He took a step back and now trained the sword on the awful creature. Even he had to admit it: he was utterly, totally terrified of Mana. He had trouble containing his fear. "U-Uh, Thomas...?"

Thomas sprung up now, and his gun was already locked and loaded. When he saw the monster, however, his jaw dropped, as did his gun. "U-Um... ah... everyone else?"

Rubus and Blake, simultaneously, furiously shook their heads, this was not what they had been prepared for whatsoever. River was merely paralyzed as she stared at the monster before her, the person she was trying to save and give back sentience to, was prepared to kill all of them. The woman simply chuckled, finding this conundrum of theirs confusing, it made perfect sense to her. "So I see that a crowd of cowards has tried to stop me. Now if you could just stop pestering me…"

The woman pulled a knife from a small leather sheath tied to her hips, and held it up to the young boy as he fearfully stepped back, starting to cry and scream out of fear. This was when River finally jumped into action, quite literally. She leapt over the cover of stones and dashed to the mystery woman. A mass of water bubbled up in her two hands, and in a split second, she forced herself between the woman and the child, splashing her with the water as she lost grip of the knife, which merely nicked River's shoulder.

The impact from the splash had blown the killer's hood away to reveal the true face of the culprit. Her skin was a similar shade to River's, with white hair cut in a bobbed style, and sharp, glaring eyes greener than the glades of a forest. These traits, minus the eyes that baffled her, were all qualities of an Ali'kian, and yet she had never seen this woman before. She was awestruck, but this was a perfect moment of distraction. Suddenly, the beast called Heartless Mana rose up behind her, swinging his right claw, and smacked River down to the ground, making her fly two feet away before her impact. She didn't get up.

"River!" Arkanov screamed out. He saw the girl touch the floor but saw no movement come from her. Already, one of their team members were down. Arkanov wondered why he even cared, for these people were not a part of his true mission, but he felt the urge to leap forth and fight for them anyways. "Thomas, help River and cover me! Salina, get the woman!" He settled his gaze on Heartless Mana. "Rubus, Blake, we need to finish this monster before it hurts someone else."

He made no other noises or talk, but the nasty glare on his face showed his true emotions. Within a flash, he had jumped onto the rock coverage, and using his powers he separated his normal sword into two smaller yet equally sharp and dangerous daggers. He lunged, using the rocks as a springboard for higher leverage, leaving a trail of shadows in his wake, and trained the daggers onto Mana's mid-back.

The beast shrieked at the top of its lungs, the one time that it's disturbing eternal smile had faltered. And even though the twins weren't really used to following orders from Arkanov, he seemed to know what he was doing. So, Rubus and Blake ran up to the right and left wing of the shadow mage, both their eyes glaring and their bodies struggling to stand strong and not tremble in fear. First to attack was Rubus, who with embers floating and dancing around him, had thrust his arm forward. A burst of fire flew from his hands, and Heartless Mana roared once more from his burns.

Meanwhile, the woman was stuck confronting Salina. She only smiled and sighed, "You all aren't going to make this very easy, are you?"

"Definitely not," Salina said with a small laugh. She lifted her fist up in front of her face. As if on cue, a red rock sprung up from in front of Eris, as if blocking her. Three more popped up in the other four directions, as if on cue. She motioned for the child next to her to run along. After, she looked at Eris, and put her fists up again, now in a fighting stance in case Eris wanted to move around the rocks and fight. "But you can make it easy and give in."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, girl," Eris spoke with a grim, foreboding, and yet taunting deep voice. Immediately, Heartless Mana had stopped attacking the three young men, and dashed back to Eris' side, snarling and snapping at Salina. The young boy that she was protecting was too traumatized and terrified to even move.

River, although she had seemingly been knocked out, felt her eyes opening again. Her vision was greatly blurry, and her body wobbly. All she could see was the outlines of everyone else, but she knew what she had to do. Her satchel was still worn on her, and slowly reaching inside, she pulled out the bottle containing the first heart shard they had found. It was only then that Mana had halted, staring at the shard, utterly entranced. He was seemingly docile. River muttered, "Mana, please… please know that we are only trying to help you… you'll be okay again…"

When Thomas saw her produce the heart shard and show it to Mana, he became concerned. Sure the monster appeared to be docile for now, but there was no telling whether this woman would take the shard, or whether Mana's tranquility was an act and he would attack once more in an instant. "River, be careful with that!" He began to produce the gun again so she could be protected at least somewhat. "He's a monster. If he seems calm, I wouldn't trust him."

"He's not a monster…" River defended Mana now, beginning to stand up once more. Her legs wobbled and her head spun, but she took a few steps closer to him. She held the bottle with the shard tight and close to her chest, "He's just me, but in a different way…"

Eris could see what was happening, but no one had ever been able to tame Heartless Mana's nonsensical feral instincts before her. She had a feeling that this wasn't going to end in her favor. She grumbled, suddenly stepping in between River and Mana, "So you're the current priestess, aren't you? You have Mana's real soul. As much as I want to rip it out and take it back right now," she scanned the area, seeing all six of these mages ready to blast her into oblivion, "It seems as though we have an actual challenge. So we shall be leaving."

Heartless Mana's docile nature faded as these words were spoken, and he released a short but loud roar from his jowls. Eris latched on to his massive, disfigured clawed arm, and the beast dashed off into the darkness of the night, too fast to pursue on foot.

"Yeah, that's right, you coward!" Thomas yelled after her. He raised his gun and shot some rounds into the ground feet behind where Mana ran, but definitely not to kill the beast. When they left he gasped in shock. "Wow, that was something else, wasn't it?"

Arkanov was panting heavily, both from the magic he used and the physical exhaustion from the attack. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor. Meanwhile, Kestral popped out of her hiding spot, assuming no one was there to hurt her. "Are they all gone?"

Rubus, panting as well, wiped a bit of sweat off of his brow. His head turned to Kestral, and he was able to bring an assuring smile to her, "It's safe now, I'm sure that they're gone from here for good."

River, on the other hand, had her sights focused on the small boy that was confused, terrified, and curled up a small distance away from the group. He was crying loudly, now that the chaos from the strange woman and Mana were gone. River slowly approached him, and knelt down, her head clearing up a bit more after the impact from before. She gave a soft, gentle smile, and reached out a hand for him to take. It took the boy only a moment to realize she was in front of him. Initially, he wanted to retract, to run away from her, with the resemblance she beared to his attempted murderer. But with the way she was looking at him, there was a sense of comfort. River spoke, "It's okay, you're safe now; she's gone. My name is River… what's yours?"

The child held his hands together tightly in front of his chest. He made a small nod, and had stopped his sobbing only to speak, "M-My name's… Min…"

"Min… that's a nice name. We'll take you back to your village," River offered, holding out her arms for the boy to take, so she could carry him the rest of the way back. Immediately Min stood on his feet and ran to her, latching on to her and crying with his forehead on her shoulder. River patted his back, and lifted him up, securely keeping him in place and safe. If someone didn't know any better, one would have thought it was her own child with how carefully she was treating him. She took a few steps back to the others, "We're good to go now. We'll tell the villagers what happened here when we come back."

Kestral ran out to her brother's side and he toppled over. He had become unconscious. She appeared to be worried for her brother had fallen into such a deep sleep so quickly. But she knew the others had to return the boy Min to his family. She waved for them to go, knowing how dangerous it was it she stayed behind, but she did not mind.

"I guess we can leave Arkanov here," Salina said with a shrug. She and Thomas moved to River's side so they could all take the child home.

Blake and Rubus on the other hand didn't follow them, they stood by Arkanov's side, along with Kestral, to make sure he would be alright. Blake waved to the others as they left, "You three can go on without us, we'll stick here with him to make sure he's okay when he wakes up," he said with a smile, but his eyes showed concern, "And I wish you luck in explaining this to the townspeople."

River nodded, and waved back at them for a brief moment, only to go back to holding the child. He was still crying, but softer than before, as River's assistance made him feel a bit more comforted. As she began to walk away with Thomas and Salina, she gave out a sigh of relief, "I'm glad that we were able to save Min before it was too late. And now, whoever that woman was, won't be bothering these people anymore…"

"You think she won't be coming?" Salina asked curiously. She looked to Min, who was crying softly, and gave a gentle smile. "I hope for these children's sake that that's true. Now, Arkanov said something about your past life. Does that mean you're able to become that super creepy monster too?"

River shook her head slowly, patting Min's back as his tears seemed to finally cease, and he remained there silently and holding on tight. River gave out a sigh, "No, I can't transform into that. That was unique specifically to him and no one else, not even any of my other reincarnations from before. But now that you've seen Mana… do you have any questions?"

"Too many to count actually," Thomas said with a chuckle out how nonchalant her answer was. "Who is he, what is he doing here, why can he turn into that, who is that other woman, why are they taking children, what is even going on?!"

"… How about I just do the questions that I know the answer to? I admit, I'm just about as lost as you are." River said with a sigh, her eyes now staring at her feet as she traversed the dry and rocky ground. Then, she turned her head towards Thomas, "I don't know who that woman was, why she did this, or what Mana is doing here. All I do know is that she has one of his heart shards, and that might be what allows her to control him. As for why he can become a monster… it's a very long story, but in short… he disobeyed orders from a higher power, and then they used magic to curse him into that form, as well as shattering his heart. But, I don't know why he can change back into a human at will now…"

"I have a feeling that woman has something to do with it all," Thomas grumbled with a huff. He looked back to their direction once more, almost wistfully. "I wish we could've stopped her. She has that shard, maybe she's holding that Mana guy against his will like she's been doing to those children."

River could only agree, holding on to Min in her arms a little tighter, as she could see some lights from the town off in the short distance, "I wouldn't be surprised. Sadly though, without his heart he doesn't even realize it, he doesn't have any sort of free will. But… there's something that scares me…"

The young woman looked off to the side, a bit afraid to say this at all, "That woman was an Ali'kian, she's one of my race. But… the thing is that we're so few in numbers, that there's only a hundred or so of us left, who all live in one village, but I've never seen her face before. And… and her eyes just weren't normal…"

"Her eyes are the problem?" Salina asked curiously. Finally they were beginning to approach the town again.

Thomas seemed equally confused. "Her eyes were a green color. Is that not common? I mean, your eyes are pretty bright blue, just as bright in color as hers are. What's so troublesome about them?"

"They're abnormal," River answered bluntly, as this information was obvious to her, but she was forgetting that her companions were unaware of these facts, "Every Ali'kian either has warm colored eyes, like red, orange, and others. The only exception is blue, but… that only applies to me and my past incarnations. There's never been any word of one with green eyes…"

"Then maybe she isn't an Ali'kian," Thomas suggested. "I'm sorry, I just don't see how it can be such a huge factor. It's probably just a coincidence, maybe she changed her hair color and just did it to fool you."

"For what reason?" Salina asked, with a frown. "This makes no sense. River, what could it mean?"

"I have no idea what it could mean, and not knowing… that's what scares me…" River said with such a grim tone in her voice, only to have it be followed by silence. But the moment they had made it back to the village, everybody was awake and moving about. They must have heard the chaos from the small battle not too far away, and there were murmurs and fearful whispers among the crowd. It wasn't until the three had come into view of the town that everyone had fallen silent.

River still remained silent, holding the child in her arms tightly, when suddenly a man among the masses came marching up to her with a furious expression on his face; it was the same one who had thrown accusations at her before. "You! I knew you were the one taking our children! You've really gotten cocky to come out right now, haven't you?!"

"No, dillweed," Salina immediately retorted, coming up to River's side to defend her. He stared at the man with a glare in her eyes. "We found the real child abductor."

"It was a woman, not River though," Thomas explained as well, "This is going to be tough to explain, but..."

He beckoned for the other man to come closer so the village's citizens wouldn't hear the grim news immediately. "In the cave we followed the abductor into, there were many, many bodies... dead ones. Of children. I'm sorry, but I have to say that a mass murder of the children of the village here occurred... but I must say as well, River had no role in this. She and the others we came with here, we tried to stop her before she could hurt this boy. River is the only reason this child is alive."

With all this information relayed in such a short amount of time, the other man could only feel his heart stop. His ears had stopped listening to their words halfway through. He put his head in his hands, struggling not to cry and show weakness in front of this group of strangers. He muttered, his heart broken, "… So… my only s-son… is dead…" he couldn't control it, a sob came from him, even though his eyes were covered, "My little boy… has been murdered… and all of his friends were murdered too…"

Thomas was shocked. No wonder the man was so accusatory, grasping at straws for an answer as to where the children were going. His own son was one of the missing ones. "I-I'm so sorry," he stammered. He put a hand on the man of the shoulder, his eyebrows upturned to show his sympathy. "I promise you, we won't let her get away with this. One way or another, we'll find her, and we'll give you and everyone justice for what she's done."

The man almost began pulling at his own hair, gritting his teeth, holding back from screaming out, "Do whatever you want with that monster, I don't care about revenge. I… I just want my son back…" he stuttered and muttered until there was no way he could restrain it any longer. He moved his hands, and revealed his eyes already red from his tears, "He was the only family I had left! He was only nine years old! He didn't deserve this!"

With his voice raised, the crowds of other people began to stare at him, wondering what the problem was, and at the same time fearful for the truth of the fate of their children. River however, seemed to appear nervous, paranoid even. Her pupils were dashing to the corners of her eyes, and she began to take a small step back. She held on to Min tighter, who was also still shaken from all the events of that night. But River, she had seen dozens of situations like these, parents who have lost their children, who have lost all they love, all from a time that she wished she had forgotten. She didn't know how to comfort him, how to tell him that things will move on without pouring salt on his emotional wounds. It wasn't long before River could feel herself begin to tear up from the empathy she felt for this man, "I… I'm so sorry…" she felt herself twitch, "N-None of them deserved this…"

"No, none of them deserved this," Thomas agreed. He turned to River again, and noted the paranoia that was crossing her face, but he didn't realize what for, and continued to press on. "Is there any way your reincarnation thing works for everyone...? Otherwise... we can't bring the children back..."

River shook her head, her entire body absolutely tense and her face seeming as though it were in pain, "No… that's just not how reincarnation works. You can't shove a soul back into a body after they've left it in the first place. The bodies of all those kids are too damaged for a soul to inhabit…" she looked down, her legs wobbling from how hard she tensed up, "I should have been here sooner… I-I shouldn't have waited to start traveling…"

"Okay, that's ridiculous," Salina sighed. She left River's side and put both of her hands on her shoulders, and stared at the woman in the face. "You simply couldn't have known that there were these children here. We don't know how long this has been going on either, so we wouldn't have known to come sooner. You can't blame this on yourself. And you shouldn't."

River didn't say anything more. Part of her wanted to believe Salina, yet the rest of her could only blame herself for the awful things that had happened. She didn't snap herself out of her depressed trance until she felt Min gently tap her shoulder with his hands, "River, my Nana's here…"

The young woman turned her head, and among the crowd she saw an older lady, likely in her middle age, searching frantically for someone. There were some three other children with her, all who looked nothing alike her or each other; she must have the director of the local orphanage. Carefully, she placed the boy down on his feet, and watched as he ran off with a smile of gratitude towards the older woman. That woman then scooped him up into her arms and held him tight. River could muster a small smile, "A-At least we saved one of them, right?"

"Be happy for that," Salina agreed. She smiled at seeing such a sweet sight. "Saving one child is already an amazing feat. Now we can only hope to save more people on our journey. But really, having guilt... that will only weigh you down and it's virtually impossible to get back up from it. Just try to shake it off as much as you can."

"It's not that easy, but… I'll try, for you…" River nodded with her smile, but on the inside, she knew that those words couldn't ring true. But she had to at least press those thoughts back for the time being, and she looked back towards the direction in which they had come from, "Now that Min's safe, and the village knows of what happened… we should check back on the others. Maybe Arkanov's awake by now…"

"Oh right... he's back there," Salina realized. She sighed. Something seemed off with her, as though she was dreading returning to Arkanov. "Must we go back for him? I like Rubus and Blake, and Kestral seems fine. But there's something off with Arkanov."

At this strange note, River gave Salina an incredulous look, almost as if slightly offended. As she turned around, already heading back to where they had left the shadow mage, she spoke, "Why would you say that? He's just a normal guy… maybe you just need to get to know him better."

"No, there's just... an aura about him that I don't know why, but it's bugging me," Salina said, frowning. She followed Thomas and River, but her expression seemed desperate as if she was trying to explain herself. "He's standoff-ish. When we ask him personal questions, he gets really nervous." She looked to Thomas. "You know him well. What's up with him?"

"I suppose that's just how he is!" Thomas answered, avoiding eye contact. "He means no harm. He's just an awkward, aloof sort of fellow. He's not one for socializing with people, and certainly not so many at once. He's out of his comfort zone."

Salina held her arms, and scowled into the ground as she walked. "I think he's hiding something."

River seemed to be in even more disbelief as Salina spoke. When her tone had just changed to being so suddenly suspicious, she didn't seem to appreciate it, "We're all hiding something, aren't we? There's a lot of things you don't know about me either, or anyone else here. So I don't see the need to single out Arkanov…"

"We hide for different reasons," Salina said. "I think he hides for a bad reason. Thomas, haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

"No, I've never met you before yesterday," Thomas replied. He seemed anxious and tugged at his hood. "I think you'd remember me if you met me before too."

"... You're not from Samadurai, are you?" Salina asked. She stared into Thomas' eyes. When they locked, she gasped. "You're not from Samadurai! River, he's not from here. He's that guy in Pendsbury... he was working at some circus. I heard of him before. Thomas isn't from here. And now I'm pretty sure Arkanov and Kestral aren't either..."

At this point all River was hearing was gibberish, what with the unfamiliar names she was hearing. But she still refused to believe Salina, and crossed her arms, "And what difference does that make?" She asked, utterly oblivious to what the other young lady had meant, "I don't even know what Pendsbury is. Just because someone is from some different place doesn't make them suspicious. After all, my homeland isn't even on the maps; does that make me suspicious?"

"Pendsbury is a floating city full of privileged magiphobes," Salina declared. She glared at Thomas. "I'm wondering what they're doing here."

Thomas said nothing. He denied nor confirmed her statement. "Uh..."

River was only even more puzzled, and she stopped in her tracks. She then turned around to Salina, her eyes had lost their annoyed glare and instead turned to curiousity, "What in the world is a 'magiphobe'?"

"Someone who fears magic," Salina said. Her voice had begun to shake. Even she was growing fearful of Thomas. She grasped River's shoulder and hid behind the woman. "I've heard things from my dad. They don't use magic because they think it's impure. But they want to kill mages! They think they're horrible! Thomas, I think I saw him for some circus thing centered in that city. He's one of them..."

Thomas backed away from the two girls. "I need to explain myself. But with the others. Salina, I'm no magiphobe. I use magic so obviously I don't fear it or hate mages. I don't want to hurt you. I know I seem like a liar, but... I can promise you, I do not want to kill mages."

"See?" River gestured her hand to Thomas, utterly doubting the other girl without a second thought to it. Even though she had been with these others for only a short time, she already felt a strong sense of trust with them. She could never accuse them of such awful things, "They're just regular people. They use magic, and they aren't trying to kill you or I. If they wanted to, they would have done it in our sleep last night."

"Yes. Maybe they don't want to kill us," Salina agreed, but her frown remained, "But he lied to us. He said he was a slave to those two from a region in Samadurai, when he's in fact from Pendsbury. He's a pathological liar. Even if he's not a murderer, I can't trust a liar. It means he has something to hide."

River only groaned, trying to deny everything that the other girl was saying. Even though she liked Salina herself, she couldn't stand it when someone was throwing accusations at another. She shook her shoulder, trying to get the other to stop hiding behind it, "Everyone has right to their own privacy. Now, can we just get back to the others? We can't just leave them on their lonesome."

Salina stepped away from River. She seemed shocked that River was siding with someone who held a gun to her head, and someone whom she didn't know all that well. More so, she was frustrated. She glared at the white-haired woman, and turned around indignantly and walked away from the two, her nose upturned to them all.

Thomas seemed shocked as well. He kept his head down and didn't speak, and instead tried to continue to walk back, but now in silence.

It was only at this moment that River had realized she did something wrong. Her shoulders dropped weakly, and she began to hold her arms as if trying to shield herself from some invisible threat. Her walking pace had slowed down, like she was actively trying to walk behind the other two so that she wouldn't be looked at. She could only remain silent until they regrouped with the others.

Regrouping
The three made it to the others relatively quickly after that ordeal.

Kestral saw them approaching, and tilted her head when she saw their sad expressions. "What happened...?"

River, who had still been hanging in the back, returned to her senses when she had heard Kestral's voice. Her expression was sad no longer, just surprised that the girl had picked up on it so quickly. She knew what it was all about, but she didn't want to confess about the ordeal that had occurred moments before, "It's nothing… just, when we had to tell the villagers what happened, seeing their reactions made us all get a bit down…"

The young girl moved away from her brother, who was slowly regaining consciousness, and went up to River. She did something very unexpected - she hugged River, flat-out, with no restraints, no holding back. Perhaps she figured that River was saddened from this as well. "I'm so sorry you had to do that. I don't even want to know how that was for those poor villagers."

River's eyes had opened wide when she felt arms wrapped tightly and comfortingly around her waist. She hadn't expected anything like this before, and it took her a moment to understand. She looked down, and saw how Kestral was hugging her so kindly and warmly. But it didn't take her long to return the favor, as River found herself bending slightly and hugging the young girl back, "It was rough, one of them cried a lot. I don't know how easily they can recover from this… but they're all safe now, from that monster of a woman…" then, over Kestral's shoulder, she peeked at Arkanov, "Is your brother doing any better?"

The momentary emotional lapse subsided, and Kestral nodded. She pulled away from River and wiped her eyes as if she had been crying a little during the hug, but she did not address it. "He's fine now. He was talking to someone while he slept. A sheep lady!"

"It was just a really rough, weird dream," Arkanov assured from behind. He was rubbing his forehead, but he did not seem angry. In fact, he seemed a little happy that River asked that question. "I wonder why I passed out."

Behind him, Rubus had stood up, as he had been watching over Arkanov alongside his brother and Kestral while the young man was passed out. The red-haired man shrugged, "You're probably just exhausted. It's been a long day, first with the trek to the village in the morning, and dealing with the horrible incidents here. Maybe that dream was to tell you to start 'counting sheep' and getting to rest…"

Blake, following him, piped up, "Brother, I don't think that's how the psychology of dreams work. Maybe it could be something else from his subconscious?"

Rubus simply shrugged, "You can never know. Either way, it might be best that we get back to the inn before we all end up passing out."

"Yeah... good idea," Arkanov said. He held his head once more as he got up to his feet. He seemed still troubled by his dream but he did not say much else about it. "Is there an inn within the village we can stay in? Especially after the news you told them, River, I didn't think they would be so welcoming."

"I already saved a room shortly after we arrived, so we need not to worry," Rubus noted, and River gave him a smile of gratitude for that. Slowly, she approached Arkanov cautiously, wondering if he would be okay standing and walking on his own after collapsing like that before.

She reached out her right hand, upturned for him to take, "The townspeople are distressed, but I'm sure that they know what we did was right. Anyways… do you need help getting back?"

Arkanov looked cautiously at her hand. He was not sure what she meant by holding it out to him at first, until he finally realized that she was offering help. He took hers gently, and managed to hoist himself up without pulling her down as well. He seemed exhausted from having passed out. "I couldn't ask that of you. Besides, I think I'll be okay. But thank you. I'm sure you're more tired now than I am considering I just got some sleep."

River giggled ever so slightly at his modesty, even though he and the others had fought much harder than she did. She politely held her hands behind her back, "You're welcome. But even then, it's best that we all get back and get some rest. In the morning, I'll find where we need to go next."

"Thank you, River!" Kestral said thankfully. She went behind her brother and jumped onto his back, hanging onto his neck. Arkanov didn't really react in shock, and instead held onto her legs as though this was a natural, common occurrence. Kestral placed her sleepy head on her brother's shoulders. "I'm not going to make it to the inn. I'm going to sleep now... goodnight!"

"… Aww!" One would have expected this sound to come from River, but when the others turned their heads, it was surprisingly Blake. His eyes seemed a little larger and his two hands were covering his smile, "That's so cute! Remember when you used to do that for me, Rubus?"

The red-haired man raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and gave a playful scoff, "Nope, never. You were always way too big for me to carry. You were the chubbiest of kids,"

"N-No I wasn't!" Blake defended, his face going a little pink from embarassment, even though he knew that his brother was simply playing with him, "I was as fit back then as I am now, thank you very much. If anything you were harder to carry since you were always on your butt reading books!"

And so the twins continued their playful and michevious banter, as River chuckled and rolled her eyes on the path back to the village.

Traveling the Next Day
The group had been on foot for a while now after yesterday's antics. Arkanov now had no clue of where they were going, so he crumpled his map and put it away in a satchel for safe keeping in case he needed it. He figured he would, somewhere down the line. Instead, he looked to River, for he felt they were aimlessly wandering.

"Do you know where we are?" asked Arkanov. He glanced around. "There hasn't been any sign of real life out here since yesterday in the town..."

"It's okay, I know where we're going. We're heading east, a little more central in the desert, but that's just where the next shard happens to be," River reassured, trying to walk ahead of the others so she could lead them to their destination. She gazed around at the environment; mostly dry rocks and earth, some sand, and even some small, short cactuses that sparsely appeared. She began to wonder just how far in the middle of nowhere this shard was. At least, that was until she heard something strange. It was distant, like a faint trickle of water coming from a larger source somewhere. Her head turned to the noise, "… Do you hear that?"

Salina seemed relieved to hear the sound of this water. Although she had grown more cold in demeanor since their last stop, she trained her ears a little harder and could faintly distinguish what the noise sounded like. "Hm, it sounds like water running... maybe there's a brook out here? If it's running it could be safe to drink."

"I could always make it safe to drink, and we can use it to wash off too, in case anyone needs it," River suggested. But with the sound of running water again, it actually began to fill her with a spark of interest, and a settling feeling of content. As they continued traveling towards the sound, they had all come upon a dip in the ground, almost similar to a minature canyon, from years and years of the water in there eroding away the rock. There were even a few plants growing around it, other than catci of course, such as various weeds and thorny flowers, but it was still a sight for sore eyes to see any greenery in a vast desert.

"Wow, it's beautiful here!" Thomas exclaimed with a happy sigh. He chuckled. "Well, as beautiful as a dry desert can be. I didn't think there would be any plants in these parts."

Salina walked over, bent down, and examined the plants and cacti that were there. She pricked one of them with her finger. "These succulents are edible if we need food," she stated.

Thomas arched a brow. "I didn't know you were also a botanic mage."

At this remark, Salina frowned deeply. It seemed like she was still very suspicious of Thomas. "I'm not. I just have studied up on the plants here in these parts. Some give you hallucinations and these don't."

Kestral moved to the water's side and sat down in front of the edge where the rock met water and the pool rounded into a curve. She stared into the pool and saw her hot, sweating face on the other side. Her reflection. The water was clear enough to see it, which was a good sign. She looked to the others. "I say we rest here for a second or two."

"That sounds good to me," River remarked, smiling a little, as it felt as though this was the first time she had seen any natural body of water in months. She felt a strange sense of peace with this. The young woman approached Kestral, lifting her hair to get some of the heat off her neck, and sat herself down on the dry ground. She took her satchel off of her shoulder, and dipped her feet into the water. It was cool, which sent a shiver up her spine, but it wasn't so cold that she couldn't stand it; after all, the desert heat couldn't leave it at such a low temperature very easily. Looking up to the girl, she patted a spot on the ground next to her, "Want to cool your feet too?"

"Do I ever!" Kestral replied readily. Her shoes were conveniently easy to take off. She turned away from the water to throw off her ballet shoes which also conveniently hit Arkanov's face as he approached the girls. Then, she turned back to the water and dipped them in ever so gingerly. The feeling of cool liquid enveloping her tired feet forced the young girl to shriek in delight. "It feels awesome!"

"Guess it's not drinking water," Thomas said with a chuckle as he approached. "Mind if I join?"

"Make that two, actually!" Blake piped up from a little further down the stream, trotting down to the others with a journal in his hand and a pen in the other. River would have expected him to be doing another interview right now, but when she glanced over to Rubus a short distance away, it seemed as though he was already writing things down.

The white haired woman smiled kindly, "Of course, you two can join in."

Instead of simply taking off his shoes, Thomas did this and hoisted up his pants to go past his calves. He stepped into the pool and slowly began to wade through the water. Feeling the cool water rush over his skin, he laughed. "Wow, this feels amazing! I wish I could swim in this!"

He turned around and hollered to Rubus, "What are you doing over there, dude?"

Rubus flinched when he was called out, as he had been deep in thought only moments before. But when he saw the others relaxing and lounging, as well as his twin beckoning him over, he decided that he should group up with them. As he walked over, he only sat by his brother, but didn't remove any clothing on him, "I was just writing down some notes, that's all. And uh… I'm not a very big fan of getting parts of my body wet."

"Don't worry about it," River gave an understanding smile, and splashed her feet in the water a slight bit, "Think that Arkanov and Salina would want to join?"

"I'm not a water type of person," Arkanov hollered to them all. He was sitting on a rock, alone.

Kestral laughed loudly at this. "He loves the water. He jumped into a pool the first minute we started traveling. I don't know what his problem is."

Salina begrudgingly went to the pool's side and sat down, but did not dip her feet in either. She had not been speaking much that day.

It was at this moment River felt an awkward silence enter the air, at least from her perspective. Rubus and Blake seemed perfectly fine, as well as Thomas and Kestral. She, on the other hand, felt awkward with the other two. Arkanov, she expected would be less social, but she also hoped that maybe he would have warmed up a little. As for Salina… River felt a sense of guilt for how she had talked to her the other day, and she wished there was a way to get around it or move on.

As she glanced at the others who were relaxing and having a good time, she noticed how Blake had his notebook opened to a blank page, but he was staring intensely at it holding his pen, as if thinking of what he was to put down, "What're you doing?"

Blake's face inevitably turned a faded dusty pink, and he turned his notebook closer towards him, so now she couldn't see the paper. He stammered slightly, "U-Uhm… I was just trying to find something to draw… even though I'm not the best illustrator, it's a hobby…"

"That's alright, because I'm sure that I could show you something to draw…" River spoke, with a clever little glint to her eye. In odd places like this creek in the middle of the desert, she knew that this was a place they were bound to be. Clearings in a forest, an oasis in the sands, ruins of old temples… any place with a unique sort of mystery and charm, they had to be there. Maybe she could share this with more than just Blake. She turned her head to look at Kestral, and tapped her shoulder, "Hey Kes, tell me… ever heard of a spirit before?"

Kestral shook her head, but looked at River curiously. She tilted her head. "No. What's a spirit?"

Having heard the word "spirit," Arkanov lifted his head up in curiosity. It seemed as though he recognized this word. He moved closer to the conversation between the two girls and sat down beside him, though he did not put his feet in the water. "A spirit...?"

It seemed as though the attention of everyone else was already being grabbed. Even Rubus who had tried to remain focused on his notes, couldn't help but tilt his head in curiousity of just what the girl meant, "Do you mean like those monsters in fairytales?"

"Fairytales?! Please, they're as real as they get. To put it simply, they're creatures made solely out of magic. They all fall under their own elements, like how our abilities do," River smiled, eager to show everyone what she had meant. Already, she could see some of the others begin to lean closer, "And I know how to summon them, if you want to see…"

"Oh, please do!" Kestral suddenly exclaimed, breaking the somewhat serene silence with her loud voice and banter. She began to clap, she was so excited. "Summon the spirits! Summon the spirits! Summon the spirits!"

"They're not going to come if you're loud, Kestral!" Arkanov admonished, shushing her, though he playfully grabbed her by her middle and pulled her to sit in his lap, mostly so she would quiet down. She began to giggle.

"I didn't take you to be someone that would believe in fairytale-like creatures," Thomas piped up, resting his elbows against the water's edge and smirking not-so-innocently at Arkanov.

Arkanov looked down to the floor. "I think I've changed my mind," he said, and that's all he did say in reply. Now that Kestral was quiet, Arkanov gestured to River.

Seeing this gesture, River reached into the satchel beside her, and pulled out her lyre of crystal. It's blue, glass-like body shined in the bright desert sun, and the silver strings reflected back that light beautifully. But she wasn't to show off her instrument, and instead, she placed it promptly in front of her chest, just off from the center. She began by playing a scale of notes, to get a feeling for the music again, before she played her song.

She plucked the strings, smoothly and slowly, as if her song were turning into a lullaby. As it continued, odd little things began to happen in the environment around them. A cool breeze flew by despite the air being perfectly still minutes ago, and there seemed to be shadows in the water where there were no fish, and rustles in the dry weeds where there were no animals. It wasn't long until there was a sudden splash in the stream, and when River looked down to her lap, something had jumped up on her.

It was an odd little creature, only the size of a grown man's hand. It resembled a blue water droplet. Though liquid-like, it was more solid enough that it had a rather gelatinous form. It only had little light blue eyes and a silly little smile up to River. She smiled back, "Everybody, this little one is known as a water wisp. They're common, but nevertheless friendly to people, even if those people have never known spirits."

Kestral and Arkanov's mouths dropped open in awe and astonishment at the creature before them. Arkanov released Kestral from his grasp, and the young girl slowly moved next to River's side. She stared with only love in her eyes at the adorable little droplet of water.

She decided she wanted it to be her friend.

Eagerly, Kestral looked to River. "Will they let you touch them...? What is this little creature made of? How is it alive? It looks like it's made of water... THIS IS THE CUTEST LITTLE CREATURE I HAVE EVER SEEN!"

River couldn't hold back her laughter at the young girl's reaction. A wide smile was now on her face, "This little one is made solely of magic essence. There's other ones like him, but they could be made of fire, or air, or light and shadow… every element that we can control."

Then, she held out her cupped hands towards Kestral, and the little wisp seemed to… jiggle, making little ripples in its body, from excitement, "These wisps are also the friendliest of all spirits. You can hold it if you wish, but be gentle…"

Kestral eagerly put her hand out in hopes of having the little wisp jiggle and wiggle softly into the palm of her own hands. She looked expectantly at the creature, hoping desperately that it would be friendly enough to be held by her. "I promise I'll be really, really gentle. If it's super friendly we will be good friends, I'm sure of it."

River, with gentle care, flattened out her hand, and nodded her head towards Kestral's direction so the little wisp could understand. It made an odd bubbling sound, and leapt into the cupped hands of Kestral, little ripples running up and down its droplet-shaped body. It still had the widest of smiles, and River made a similar expression, "I think it likes you a little."

"Yay!" Kestral said excitedly. She continued to stare at the wisp in awe. She did not even take her eyes off the creature, but she did ask, "Are there any more? Can we have a wisp party right now?"

River looked off to the corner of her eye, considering this for a moment, and figured she should continue. Picking up her lyre again, she played her song once more, and for longer than a minute this time. When she had plucked the first note, immediately the water wisp in Kestral's hands turned to face River, and even with a little voice that sounded like bubbles, it sang along to her notes. However, in a short amount of time, one voice became a handful from all around the group. There were more water wisps floating just on the surface of the brook, and even ones of other elements began to show up. First was air, two or three little balls of some light and fluffy cloud-like material appeared, singing along with their voice like little wind chimes. Then, they were followed by earth, little circular things that resembled rocks, but with specks and flakes of different colors and minerals, and some with some green, plant-like material growing on them. They hummed along to the music.

Kestral swayed like she was on cloud nine to the music. She began to pick up the melodious tune and hummed it softly and gently, happy to hear and see the spirits. This had to be one of the most beautiful things she ever experienced. Even Arkanov was humming along.

All of a sudden, a small creature that had been moving on the sand approach Kestral. It was very small, even in comparison to the young girl. And it was sandy colored, and its eyes had a light white film over them. Kestral looked down to the creature. She had no clue what it was. Was it a slimy dog? A land fish? She hoped it wouldn't interrupt the singing session with the spirits.

That hope was to be shattered. The creature looked eager to join in on the merriment, and it reared itself with its stubby little legs, and with a defiant cry, it let out a loud, bellowing croak.

Kestral flinched with the water spirit still in her hands, and she knew she had made a grave mistake. "I-Is it trying to sing with us...?!"

All of a sudden, every single one of the spirits had stopped singing along, even though River still continued to play. However, even she slowed to a halt when she heard the other spirits trembling, intimidated and afraid of this newcomer. She looked down at the little creature, "That's certainly not a spirit at all…"

When those words were spoken, every single one of the wisps fled as fast as they could away from the scene. The water wisps plopped back into the waters, the earth wisps burrowed back into the ground, and the air wisps floated away, all of them having a single high-pitched, simultaneous yelp. When River looked back at all of the others, she saw a collective look of disappointment, especially from Blake, "Aww, come on!" He exclaimed, with his pencil in his hands, "They were all in perfect positions to draw too…"

Kestral whirled around to try and catch the spirits before they disappeared but she sadly could not reach them in time. One by one they plopped into the water, and moment by moment the girl became more and more disheartened at the sight. When the spirits were all gone, she turned to the creature and frowned. "You made them run away!"

The stubby creature slunk back from the criticism, far back enough where he bumped into Arkanov and jumped onto his leg. Arkanov surprisingly put his hand out and the animal went into his hand. It barely took up half of his palm.

"Don't be so harsh on it," Arkanov admonished Kestral once more. He placed a finger on the animal's head and pet it gently. "I think it was trying to sing along. You shouldn't have flinched to begin with."

Kestral sighed, and crossed her arms. "I'm mad at that thing, whatever it is."

"I'm not," Arkanov said. He looked down at the animal. "It just wanted to join in on the fun. Sure it didn't do things the way we expected, and it made the other spirits run away, but it should not be judged based on that. I think I will keep this little... thing, I don't know what animal this is, as a pet."

"It's a frog," Rubus jumped in to the conversation before the others could answer, mostly because of one sole factor. He seemed very confused, and even a little more shocked that it seemed as though Arkanov didn't know what animal he was even holding, "I assume you never had any frogs or toads where you're from…"

River was even a little bit more surprised to see an attitude like this coming from Arkanov. So calm, and understanding, it was nice. A rather significant contrast to the man that she had first met in Sihrasul only days ago. But this shift in mood seemed to please her, "So you're going to keep it…? What will you name it? Would we be able to feed it?"

Arkanov coughed uncomfortably, choosing to ignore the question Rubus asked, and instead focused his gaze on the creature, now which he knew to be a frog, in his hands. "Yes, I'd like to keep it. I'm not sure what these creatures eat. I'm assuming no meat."

"No!" Kestral suddenly cried out. She crossed her arms and looked at her brother indignantly. "I want that fr-... frawg...? Frig? Frag? Frig frag? I want it!"

Her brother shook his head. "You yelled at it. You must not want the poor thing."

"Then it's ours," Kestral decided. She widened her eyes and gave a pouty expression to show her sadness. "Please? You're making me feel guilty."

"I can't make you feel anything," Arkanov corrected, still scratching the frog's head. "But fine. You get to name it."

"I will name it, uh..." Kestral frowned. "I dunno."

"I'm not sure that 'I dunno' is a very good name for a pet," River chuckled at her joke, even though no one really laughed along with it, not like she was expecting them to do so in the first place. She looked down at the tiny amphibian, trying to come up with something on her own, "Maybe… Froggy? Or… no, that's not very original…"

"I liked that one you called it before," Arkanov said, "Frig, wasn't it? It sounds... cute."

"Frig it is," Kestral shrugged. She gingerly placed a hand on the frog's head, and the frog's wide little mouth opened joyously. It looked like it was just happy Kestral was angry no longer. It waddled into her hand. She screamed. "It's squishy!"

Kestral began to pass the frog around to River and Thomas and Rubus and Blake for them to cop a feel. "Touch his head! He feels like jelly!"

River, Rubus, and Blake couldn't help but laugh a little when they heard the girl use that adjective of all things to describe the little frog. First the woman gently put her two fingers carefully on his head, and chuckled just a bit more because the girl was somewhat correct; his head was a little soft. Then the twins followed up by petting him as well, taking their own respective turns. Blake was more simply fascinated that a wild frog was so comfortable around so many people, "Well, if you really want to keep him, it could be helpful. After all, frogs eat flies, so if we ever have a problem with insects swarming us, the little guy could help out."

After that comment, River turned her head away from the others, her eyes searching for someone else. She saw Salina, still standing a distance away in silence from everyone else. Tentatively, with slight concern, she tried beckoning the girl over, "H-Hey, Salina... do you want to pet him too...?"

Salina stared at River. She didn't know what to say. Though she had been staring at the frog and them having fun, she felt ashamed for making River go out of her way to invite River. "Y-Yes..."

Kestral walked up to Salina and presented her Frig. Salina gingerly placed a gentle hand on the frog's head, and then to its body. It was squishy. She smiled. "It's quite soft."

She looked to River. Slowly, her smile faded, and she looked to the floor in shame. "Hey, I'm sorry about before."

The white haired woman paused. While the others were clearly distracted, River could only stare up at Salina with wide eyes. At first, she appeared nervous, for she had no idea of what she was supposed to respond with or act upon. But, if Salina was being truly genuine with this apology, then it was worth a shot, "Don't worry, it's fine. It's okay to be a bit nervous about these new people, but… we'll all get used to each other, in due time."

Salina's eyes darted around, as if she was still suspicious herself of everyone in the group, but of course she would not mention her suspicions now. Instead, she gave an awkward smile. "Yeah. I guess I'm not used to being around new people. Back in Sihrasul I knew practically everyone. You all are the first strangers I've met in a long time. M-Maybe it's all in my head..."

"It might be, but when time passes, I'm sure you'll get used to all of us," River assured, and made her voice a little more quiet, closer to a mumble so that the others wouldn't be able to hear their little conversation. But, River wanted to mention something, and although she wasn't too sure if Salina could understand, she wanted to share it, "If I'm being honest, then… I admit it. I'm a little worried around all these people too. I mean, it's not about the Pendsbury thing you said before, but… I've just never been alone around this many men before…"

"Men?" Salina asked, tilting her head. This was a curious thing to bring up. She tried staring at the four men before them and seeing if she could sense any suspicious signs coming from them. "If you're concerned about whether or not they're creeps, I think they're fine. You'd tell almost instantly if they were a predator or anything. Why did you mention that?"

At this notion, River felt herself stammering, and even her right hand twinges a little bit. She couldn't directly look at Salina in the eye. She could only turn her head down, and gave out a sigh, "Erm… you see… my dad back home just wouldn't want me to be around to many men. He's a bit protective, and I just want to respect his wishes, that's all."

Salina noted all of these changes in River's demeanor. She was proving to be quite the perceptive one of the group. Still, she did not acknowledge this, and instead acted as though the woman meant something else. "Oh! Girl, I feel you. My dad is pretty protective too. Well, don't worry, I don't think these guys would harm us."

"Me either, they've already proved to be really great so far. I feel like I can actually trust them," River made a small, subtle smile as she glanced out the corner of her eyes, and saw all the others chatting amongst themselves and laughing. It gave her a warm feeling, warmer than the sun on their skin, that reverberated from the inside, "They all seem so friendly, and happy too… I mean, even Arkanov's smiling a little, after my first impression of him, I thought it would have been impossible."

Salina grew a little silent talking about Arkanov once more, though it was more so under contemplation and reflection than suspicion. "I think that means he's warming up to us. I thought he would've never thawed with that cold demeanor of his. But who knows, maybe we will hear a laugh from him soon?"

River smiled, and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "Probably, if we can make it come out of him." But after she said this, her mind seemed to head into a short moment of thought. Even though the subject had been somewhat dropped, she was concerned, that maybe they should bring it up again. Now, with a bit more shyness, she spoke, "Um… but about what you said before… do you think we should ask the others about Pendsbury? I don't think they're out to get us, of course, but… maybe they're something like fugitives from that place, and they need to be helped…"

The other girl nodded. "Definitely. I don't know what their problem may be, but I know Thomas is from Pendsbury now, so it's likely Arkanov and Kestral are as well. But I just wonder what their reason is for hiding that information. I suppose we'll find out if we ask."

"I'm not sure if we should ask them now, they seem to be enjoying themselves…" River glanced at the others once again, afraid that these questions would ruin the moods of everyone else. She didn't want to make it awkward for everyone.

But it was already made awkward when she saw Blake staring straight at her and Salina. River's eyes went wide and she felt her face getting warm from the embarassment. The other simply tilted his head in curiousity, "Why do you keep looking back at us like that? Are you gossiping or something?"

"No," Salina assured. She blushed slightly, angry at herself for making Blake think they were partaking in something so catty. "We're talking about telling you guys something... we have no reason to gossip."

When he was corrected, Blake could only bring himself to make such a fake laugh as a pathetic attempt to lighten any tension he accidentally caused between them. He scratched the back of his head, "My apologies, ladies. But what is it you were going to say?"

"I just think that Thomas, Arkanov and Kestral aren't from where they say they're from," Salina explained. "I believe Thomas is from Pendsbury, and most likely the others are too. But they seemed secretive about this and I can't understand why unless they're hiding something."

Blake only gave them a look of surprise that Salina would even think this, and he tilted his head in confusion. He made his voice a little quiet, as not to draw the attention of the others, "You do realize that they use magic pretty well, right? If they were from Pendsbury, they would be lecturing the two of you solely for even knowing what magic is."

Salina realized that she would be met by some skepticism. She sighed and began her explanation again. "Thomas, I saw him on one of the news boards here. He was thrown in jail in Pendsbury for using magic, it said. So it makes sense why he's so good, maybe he practices in secret. As for Arkanov and Kestral... they could've been using it in secret too! I mean, just look at them! They're certainly not of Samadurian descent. They're at least Atrean, and they could definitely fit in in Pendsbury. I would not think the same of Thomas if it weren't for that flyer I saw."

Blake was just about to counteract that argument, up until Salina had provided her evidence of the flyer. When he heard that, he seemed to stop, and his face was blank, purely dumbfounded by surprise. Suddenly, he covered his mouth, appearing rather… excited, "Wait, so he was arrested in Pendsbury for using magic, and his name is Thomas… did it mention anything about him being part of a circus?"

"Yes, it did," Salina nodded. She raised an eyebrow as if surprised by the fact that Blake knew this. "He was the ringleader or something apparently. Did you see the same flyer?"

Blake nodded, but he had a smile across his lips, an eager one at that. He turned his head back to Thomas, who didn't notice him, and back to the girls, "Oh my goodness, he's that Thomas?! We saw his performance once, it was spectacular! And he was our inspiration to come out into Samadurai too…"

"Was he any good?" Salina asked curiously. Realizing she asked an irrelevant question, she shook her head. "Uh... never mind. But I'm surprised you actually saw him in person. Why did he inspire you to come here?"

"Trust me, his shows were amazing back before he got arrested!" Blake seemed so excited, that he was almost tempted to run back over to his brother and tell them all about this. But at that moment, he realized doing that wouldn't prove much benefit, as they had been lead to believe that Thomas was from Samadurai, and he wouldn't want to explain everything to the others quite yet. "You see, you know how in Atreanor, magic is outlawed? Well, it's not like any of the authorities explain why it's evil, so we just believed it because they were above us. But Thomas... he was the first person my brother and I have known to have used magic for the purpose of good. After that, Rubus and I wanted to go out and prove to Atreanor that this was an entirely valid possibility..."

Salina's eyes widened in surprise at this. She seemed to be in disbelief at first, but she seemed to be less worried after she heard this. "Really? Well, that's not quite a bad thing after all. I had thought at first that he was using magic for evil. But if he really did use magic to show people that it was for good... maybe he's not such a bad guy. He's a pioneer in a sense."

River's head was now tilted in some curiosity, and finally she picked herself up off of the ground, her feet leaving the water, thoroughly cooled down now. She started wiping the water off her feet and ankles, with the use of her magic of course, "It's so odd to think that any place would want to outlaw magic. It doesn't make sense… it's a natural part of ourselves, so why suppress it?"

"I've heard horror stories of places like that," Salina explained. She shuddered at the thought of the country, and grimaced, which showed her opinion on the culture there. "They think it's unholy. There's a strict religion there or something that doesn't allow it. It all goes back to the religion's leader, apparently he didn't like magic. And now they're making it our problem by hurting people just for using what they were born with! I hear if you use your powers in Pendsbury publicly, you're tortured. Isn't that awful?"

River, at first, seemed to be in a moment of disbelief. There was no way a society could be that awful, could it? Then again, she had seen many terrible things in her life, this was just one she hadn't witnessed yet. She held her hands in front of her, thinking about how awful that must be, "That's so sad… it just doesn't make sense to me. Which of the gods would tell them to do that, if they all control magic? Which one do they even obey?"

"They don't believe in any of our gods," Salina muttered sadly. She wanted to hug River just by seeing how disheartened her reaction was. "They believe in an evil one, one that hates love of all types, of magic, of those of darker skin. It's horrible."

"Well their god probably doesn't even exist!" River said harshly, but still under her breath. Yet Blake still heard it, and his eyes widened with a gasp. She didn't take much notice to his shock, "I know that the lords of magic do exist, I've met one of them myself, and even he would never allow humans to condemn one another for using magic."

"I have a feeling they don't believe in it, otherwise they would have condemned us by now," Salina reasoned. "Still, I haven't met one of our gods myself. But I know they disapprove of such a belief towards people and the usage of magic. I don't know why they would allow such a thing to happen."

River remained in a moment of silence, a glare on her face, but not out of malice for anyone. She just couldn't believe that there was a system so unjust, and so unfair to mages and others of their kind, that it couldn't help but ignite a flame of anger inside of her. But she couldn't let this out. Instead, she shook her head, and took a deep breath to stay calm. "Salina… maybe we should ask the three of them about it tonight when we set up camp, since we're not going to reach the next town by nightfall. Maybe it would be for the best…"

At this, Salina smiled, if not weakly. For once, it seemed as though the girls were on the same page. "I was thinking the same thing. Let's head a little farther on our path and set up camp when we get tired."

Later That Evening
The sun had fallen over the horizon, and the darkness of dusk began to settle in. The light disappeared into the west, along with its yellow, orange, and pink colors. Now, the sky was a dim shade of blue. Stars were already beginning to leak through, ready to shimmer alongside the glowing crescent moon.

The group of travelers had already set up camp for the night. A few tents were pitched, although there were no expectations of rain, it helped protect against sandstorms or desert animals that may try to get any of them in their sleep. A fire was set up in the middle, assembled by dry sticks and shriveled leaves from dead desert plants, surrounded by a ring of stones. The flames were glowing brightly and warmly, having been ignited by the magic of yours truly, Rubus. He was setting out some raw food to cook for the meals.

Meanwhile, River had emerged from one of her tents, but without her satchel or her turquoise jewelry worn on her. She could see the others, but she patiently awaited word from Salina to approach them.

Salina emerged from the same tent as well. She stretched her arms and yawned a little, for she was tired from the exertion of walking all day. Still, she saw the boys sitting around the campfire, and Kestral was there too. She looked at Kestral and nodded. "Alright, now is a better time than ever. Let's do it."

River nodded, getting up on to her feet, and walked with Salina to the others. Needless to say, she was nervous. She wasn't sure if this could really work out or not. This was going to be a very big, and very strange question, that may even cause some tension if it proved to be true.

As the two women approached, Rubus, who was still working on preparing meals for everyone, waved his hand to them. Blake was sat down to his side, recording notes of what they've learned earlier that day, and there was quite a lot to write down for him. River could see the other three as well, Arkanov, Kestral, and Thomas. Before she could say much, Rubus spoke up, "Ah, glad to see you two could come and join us."

Arkanov turned on the rock he was sitting on to see the two women approaching. At the sight of them, he gave a small smile to River. To Salina, he just shot a nod in their direction. Thomas was on a rock, and seeing the two girls he felt a sense of dread and his eyes were wide, and eyebrows upturned in an expression of worry. It was as if he could sense what was to come.

Kestral was eagerly kicking her legs back and forth, and this quickened as she saw the other girls. "Hey, guys! Come here, the food is almost ready!"

River made a small smile towards the girl, and knelt down onto the dry earth. She looked to Rubus, "So what are you making?"

The young man shrugged, stirring liquid in a pot that he hand hanging over the fire with a wooden spoon, "Nothing special. Just some lentil soup, and I've saved several pieces of pita bread in my bag for everyone. Though I could probably be able to do a lot better with a real stove…"

Though Blake seemed a bit uneasy. Not as much as Thomas was, of course, but he knew what was going to come soon. River knew too, and her voice went a little lower in pitch. Her face just a bit more serious. Her gaze now shifted to the other three, and she released a small breath to try easing her tension before she went into this subject, "H-Hey, guys… um, there was something Salina and I were wondering…"

"Are the three of you from Pendsbury…?"

Thomas looked at Arkanov. He had frozen in place where he sat, and his eyes immediately darted to the fire before them all. Kestral's eyes widened as well, but she did not seem fearful of the question, more so surprised that River had come to the conclusion so quickly. Thomas tugged at his sleeves. They had been caught.

Finally, Thomas sighed. For once, his arms shook, and he seemed nervous. It was very strange for someone who was usually so calm and cool, and self-assured. "Y-Yes, okay? We are. Is there a problem with that...?"

River shook her head calmly, although their body language made her feel suspicious. Not suspicious in a way that she felt clever for noticing, but suspicious in fear for seeing how quickly their demeanor had changed. Even Thomas of all people were unsettled, which she thought to be impossible for him. "There's nothing wrong with it. It's just… Salina and I were worried. We were starting to thing that you… e-erm… hated mages… and that you would try to hurt us, o-or something…"

"We don't hate mages," Kestral piped up. She seemed genuinely hurt that River and Salina thought that of the three from Pendsbury. The young girl gazed up at the women with wide, emotional eyes. "We are mages. We love them. We would never hurt you."

"Oh Kestral…" River's eyes went sympathetic, and she stepped closer to the young girl. She grabbed the skirt of her dress shyly, hoping that the little one would forgive her, "I'm sorry for saying it, but you just have to be cautious sometimes. We were getting worried, since you didn't tell us the truth the first time… we were scared of what you were hiding…"

Thomas realized what this was all about. He exchanged many glances with Arkanov. The first looked as though he was imploring, the second looked angry, but finally his expression settled into melancholic acceptance. "Yes, well, you see... I am considered a fugitive in Pendsbury. I used magic in that city and I escaped. I didn't know if anyone from Pendsbury or Atreanor was around these parts to try and return me to the prison I was in. I did not know if you were friend or foe."

He gestured to Kestral. "As for this poor girl, no, she wouldn't harm a fly. She just went along with her brother."

Kestral and Thomas looked expectantly at Arkanov. And Arkanov felt cornered, it was visible on his expression. A long moment passed.

Finally, he sighed. "Y-Yes... I don't agree with Pendsbury's rules. Magic... is natural. I wanted to escape as well..."

River was completely filled with sympathy now, and she put her hands across her heart as she moved a little closer to the other three, "Oh my goodness, you poor things! I'm just glad we're here for all of you, so you can be safe from people who would want to capture you again. I promise, I'll never let them take any of you back there. I-I'll even try to actually fight with my magic if I have to…"

"Thank you," Kestral said genuinely. She stared down at her new frog friend, at the expansive desert before her, and at the people around her, who she already considered to be friends. "This place is magical, I prefer it to where we're from so much. I don't ever want to leave!"

"… But, what about your parents? Other family?" River questioned, still worried for the fate of the three, but she was happy to see that Kestral was content with the world around her. "I know you two have parents, and… maybe they would be happier with the two of you, someday."

"... You're right," Kestral realized. She looked down to the floor, ashamed by what she said. "I'm sorry. My mom is still very ill. But I remember; she liked magic too. She would want me in a place with such freedom."

River smiled just a little, and understood the girl's words. She placed her hand on the girl's shoulder, "I understand. In some ways, my parents think it might be safer out here for me rather than at home. But I'm sure that some day you can get your family out of Pendsbury, and you can live here in Samadurai…"

Rubus just gave her an incredulous look, raising his eyebrow as she said this. When he started to get some bowls for the soup ready, he spoke, "You do realize that Pendsbury is a flying city, right? It's way up in the sky, not easy to sneak people out of…"

"What?!" River exclaimed in surprise, her originally soft demeanor suddenly becoming very excited by this strange new fact. She immediately looked to Thomas and Arkanov for further explanation, "Does that mean your city is built upon clouds?! How did you even manage to do that? Do you get around riding giant birds?"

"Uh... no," Kestral said, shaking her head. "I don't even know what a bird is? It's an airship. It has engines that use coal and pump steam at a high enough power to have the city soar through the air, it's quite elaborate."

River was dumbfounded by all the words she suddenly heard. Coal and steam used to lift a city into the sky? It seemed extremely illogical to her. She tilted her head in utter confusion, "What even is an engine? And how long have you been in Samadurai without seeing birds? Surely you must have seen at least vultures in the desert… and how have you lived in the sky your whole life without ever seeing a bird?!"

"It's an enclosed city cased by metal," Arkanov spoke up to explain. "I don't know what a bird is really myself, but we only have cats and dogs in Pendsbury. Engines are these machines of metal that power a lot of the other things we use in the city. What's a vulture?"

"That's just... so strange to me. How you don't know what birds are, and I don't know what these engines are..." River mentioned, and now she approached closer to Arkanov, much more interested in all that he had to say. In fact, she sat herself right in front of him, so that she and her questions would be in his center focus, "But birds, they're these animals who only have two legs, and instead of arms like us, they have wings, with feathers on them that they can use to fly. And vultures, they're a type of bird, though they're not very pretty, and they tend to eat dead things."

At this, Kestral gasped, suddenly and inwardly, "AN ANIMAL THAT CAN FLY?! What? I can't even believe that! You surely must be joking with us. Animals can't fly... can they? Do they do it with magic?!"

This time, it was Rubus who had spoken up. He was already pouring spoonfuls of soup into a few bowls, and handed the first to his brother, "Not at all. Animals actually don't have any sort of magic, they can't use that sort of power. But they fly by flapping their wings, or catching on to the air current and allowing wind to take them to where they need to be. I would like to explain more, but unfortunately I'm not very educated on aerodynamics, and I don't think you would be able to understand it right away either." he shrugged, and now handed a bowl of lentil soup to the young girl, "Anyways, here's yours."

Kestral stared down into the bowl of hot soup. She smiled and licked her lips, happy to be eating a hot meal this time. She smelled its scent and sighed happily. "Thank you for explaining that, and for this soup... um, what's a lentil? I'm not complaining. Just curious!"

"It's just a type of grain that usually grows a little further up north. I managed to get some on our journey towards Sihrasul, and it's one of the first recipes that I've learned outside of Atreanor," Rubus explained, handing out the rest of the food to the others, as well as pieces of the bread loaf he had been saving, "Blake and I actually used  to live as bakers, so maybe someday with the right ingredients, we can make something special for all of you."

"You guys used to be bakers?!" Kestral asked excitedly. She looked at her brother, who now seemed very intrigued by this information. He nodded, and Kestral took this as a sign to ask, "Arkanov and I are wondering if one day, you'll be able to set us up with Temperfest buns."

Rubus seemed a little interested in this proposition. He took a sip of his soup, and relaxed his shoulders, "Sure, given we can find the correct ingredients to make any. Though Temperfest isn't coming for a while…"

"Temperfest?" River questioned. She seemed to be learning quite a number of new things today, and she could only press her curiousity further, "What's that supposed to be?"

"It's a holiday in Pendsbury," Arkanov explained. He chuckled. "The only thing redeemable about the place."

"Yeah, it's awesome!" Kestral exclaimed happily. "All the adults take the day off and just kind of goof off and have fun. That happens at night. And the next morning, they're so tired from having fun that the kids of the city can do whatever we want! Eat whatever we want! So those Temperfest buns are the things Arkanov and I love the most. They're very sweet."

"I don't know what they taste like, but if you say they're sweet… then they're probably as sweet as you, Kes!" River giggled, almost tempted to ruffle the child's hair, but in the end, she did not. Instead, she only took a bite from her bread, "We don't have anything like that back at my home, but maybe we can celebrate it together… outside of the city of course, since we likely wouldn't be accepted there…"

"We can have our own Temperfest, we don't need the meanies back at Pendsbury," Kestral said happily. She took a sip of the lentil soup, and her eyes widened. "Wow... Rubus, this tastes AMAZING. I thought you said you were a baker, not a chef! But it seems like you're both."

Rubus smiled at her, pleased with her enjoyment of the food. It made him a little proud too, and he modestly scratched the back of his head, "Thank you… I admit, I'm better at baking than normal cooking, but it's nice to know that you like it."

Meanwhile, Blake had finished his dinner, and handed his bowl over towards his twin brother. He stretched his back, "Thanks for cooking tonight! Well… it's getting dark, I'm going to head off to bed now. Are you going to stay out here a while longer?"

At this, Rubus simply nodded, and Blake understood. The dark-haired young man walked off towards their tent, but suddenly, he stopped. River took notice of this, and was about to ask what the matter was, but Blake took a tentative step back. He seemed frozen in place. He only slightly turned his head to the others, not to look at them, but to direct his voice and not break his sights on what he was looking at, "Er… guys? Do we… know this person?"

Now this was a cause for concern. River stood up onto her feet, peeking over Blake's shoulder, when she caught sight as well. In front of them, not even attempting to lurk in the shadows, was a strange figure waiting just outside of the camp. His clothes were dark, and he wore a long cape that covered his shoulders. His chest was armoires by what seemed to be the ribcage of another creature, and his face covered by the mask-like skull of a reptilian monster. In his left hand, he wielded a bone spear. It seemed as though he was waiting…

Kestral saw this man and instinctively screamed. Arkanov and Thomas rose to see what the young girl was scared over, and when they saw the bone man, they both summoned their weapons.

Arkanov only showed protective anger on his face. "Who's there? What are you doing...?" he asked loudly. Had this person been following them? Why were they hiding out, waiting? "And take off that damn mask... helmet? Whatever the hell that is on you. Let me see your face!"

The figure said absolutely nothing. He stood up straight on his two feet. There was no telling what he would do, until River saw what he held in his right hand. There were several little spheres, with short wicks attached to them. It was easy to tell he was a fire mage when his hand seemed to glow with heat, and the wicks sparked and ignited. He threw the bombs at the feet of the small group, right in the center of the campsite, and they burst into thick and concealing smoke. River, Blake, and Rubus began coughing, unable to see a single thing in the cover.

Then suddenly, through the smoke, a scream escaped from River, before being promptly silenced and muffled…

... Another scream sounded out amidst the chaos of smoke and noise. It was another adult female's, and the only other person in the group who fit that description was Salina. Her voice receded, whether it be by the smoky haze or from a muffling, one could not be sure.

Arkanov, confused and dazed as to where everyone else was, called out, "RIVER! SALINA!"

There was no response. Enraged, Arkanov began to call out to the others. "Do any of you see River or Salina?"

"N-No, I can't find them!" Blake called out from the smoke, his voice in a frantic panic over the fate of the two women, and from the fear of being caught by the mysterious stranger as well. But at this moment, his eyes had sparked up with an idea. Quickly, channeling his untrained and unpracticed magic, he thrust both of his arms out to his sides, generating two blasts of wind that bent and cleared the smoke away from the campsite.

When the area was cleared, he scanned the place, and couldn't see any sign of their attacker, nor a trace of the two women. But, he still had to call out, just to be sure, "Salina! River?!"

But there was no response. It seemed as though the only thing left from the masked man were strange, glass-like footprints in the sand.

Arkanov, confused and totally shocked to see that the girls were gone, was only concerned with finding them again. He saw the glass footprints and his voice became cold, deadly serious. "We need to follow that maniac and find the girls. Now."

"We may not have to look too aimlessly. The only thing he left behind were these prints, which could lead us right to him," Rubus noted, breathless and still struggling to remain calm and composed. He looked down at the glass prints left behind, "Though he may have gotten further than one would expect. It looks like he used his fire magic to propel himself faster…"

Meanwhile, Blake was struggling to not start shaking out of fear and worry for their missing members. He was even more nervous looking at how grim Arkanov was, "Erm… Wh-What do you think he took them for…?"

Arkanov shuddered. "I don't want to know what a man would need two girls for. But don't worry..."

Arkanov swept his hands up, and the darkness of the night seemed to crawl underneath his feet and lift him up, like a magic carpet. The area under his feet, which were now floating, was dark black. He was using his shadow powers to make a shadow skateboard of sorts. He expanded the dark carpet so the others could hop on if need be. "I have a way we can get there quickly as well."

Rubus and Blake understood; as curious as they were to uncover the motives of this kidnapper, they knew it was better not to risk letting anything more happen to the women. But even in the panic of the situation, they were still astounded that Arkanov could use his magic so well, especially for a Pendsborne. They both hopped on, and Rubus, with the most serious tone he's ever had, "Let's go."

The Sandstone Ruins
As the darkness fell and the moon arose high into the sky, the kidnapper and his hostages had arrived in a very strange, and very new location. Now that he had finished dashing with help of his magic, River was able to process what had happened and where they were. She felt her arm being gripped tightly by him, and when she looked around, the most significant thing she could see was a large structure.

It was almost palace-like, built up with sandstone brick walls and pillars. However, it was all in disrepair, walls crumbled and a few pillars fallen, and it didn't seem like the safest place to live. Only half of the structure was even covered at the top. But, now that River turned her head and saw her kidnapper, and him holding on to Salina's arm with his other hand, panicked. She yanked her arm back, which didn't loosen his grip, and screamed out, "Arkanov! Thomas! Help!"

"They're far from us, you know," The man in the bone-helmet informed. Despite his menacing appearance, his voice was higher than one would have expected. It sounded like it would belong to a pubescent boy in fact, "And you don't have to pretend anymore, you're safe from those Pendsbornes now."

Salina was confused and dazed from the sudden travel. She had not expected to be going that quickly, and certainly she had not expected that the girls' kidnapper sounded like someone in their mid-teens. Salina put her free hand on the forearm of her captor, and gripped it as tightly as she possible could. She seemed to be beefier than this boy who took them, so she figured a fractured arm would do and they would get away safely. She stared at him with cold eyes, as if daring him to do anything else. "How did you know those guys were Pendsbornes? Were you spying on us? And we don't need your help from them, we know they're safe."

"Safe? From Pendsbornes? That's not likely, considering how they all treat mages and Samadurians. And… yes, I was spying on you, I apologize," the boy looked at Salina, and let go of her arm. Then, he lifted his skull helmet off of him, revealing his face. In that moment, it was revealed; his skin that was somewhat tanned, only by the sun as he was usually fair-skinned, and his hair was slightly curly and blonde, with young brown eyes. "But I really need your help. You two may be the only adept mages I've seen in a long time…"

"Help you? After you kidnapped us?!" River retorted, shocked to see that their captor seemed to only be a teenager, fifteen at the very most. "What would be so important that you would steal us away from our friends?!"

The boy's eyes became softer with a look of sadness that washed over his face, "I… have a friend, who's been taken over by a curse. I don't know how to save them, before it's too late…"

"Sorry to hear about your friend, but that's no excuse for kidnapping someone," Salina said. She frowned at the teenager, disgusted by what he had done and why he had done it. She put her hand on the small of River's back and directed her to the opposite direction. "Excuse us, but we're leaving now."

"N-No, wait, please!" The boy held out his hand, trying to call back to them, but to no avail. He was starting to get nervous, this plan made out of desperation was beginning to backfire on him. First the only two people who could have helped him were leaving, and now it's likely that the others who they were traveling with were going to give him the beating of a lifetime. He was at an absolute loss for words, until suddenly…

River stopped. She resisted Salina's push, and turned back to look at the teenager. She then murmured to the blonde woman by her side, "I'm sorry Salina, but… I'm sensing a heart shard nearby. We can't just leave yet…"

Salina took a breath in as if she was about to argue, but she could produce no words. The more she thought about it, the more she reminded herself angrily that these heart shards were important. She put two hands on her hips and gave a trying look at River. "Alright, can we find the shard and get the heck away from this lunatic?"

"A… shard?" The boy questioned, and pointed his spear towards the ground to show that he had no intention of harming them. He still hoped he could get them on his side, "I-I have something like that! It's in the ruins, where my friend is, but… I'm not going to give it to you until you help me. Please…?"

The blonde girl sighed. "Ugh, really dude? These things are kind of important, possibly able to save the world... I think. Do you really want to be known as the guy that allowed the world to end because he wanted to barter it for one single person's curse to be lifted?"

"Erm… to be fair, these can't save the world… but they will save my homeland," River spoke up, strangely defending the boy somewhat, but she kept her voice modest and soft to show that she was still on Salina's side. Then, she looked to the boy, "So… a life for a home, it's what I'm willing to do. What's your name anyways…?"

The boy wanted to bring himself to smile a little bit, seeing as how River was cooperating, but he couldn't. He had a feeling the other would have snapped at him, "The name's Remnant. Now, come, my friend is inside the ruins…"

Remnant took the lead of the two girls, and beckoned for them to follow. River walked behind him, taking careful steps, and occasionally looked from side to side just to check if any of the others were close by and searching for them. As they made it through the first few crumbling walls, she nudged Salina with her elbow, "H-Hey, I'm really sorry if you don't want to do this…"

"I don't really have a choice," Salina explained with a small shrug. Still, she held onto her arms, a little put off by the strange walls of the ruins around her. Something did not feel right to her. "I'm more worried about what the others are thinking. They're probably looking for us, what if we go too far for them to follow and we can't find them again?"

"I can take you back, you know. It shouldn't be too hard considering how I was able to take you with ease," Remnant noted, butting himself into the conversation just a little bit. It wasn't long before they had gone deeper into the ruins, past a few crumbling walls and pillars, that they had come up to a structure erecting from the ground that resembled a pedestal that an altar would have been placed upon. It was covered by what little roofing the place had, and on that pedestal, was something River could not have prepared herself for. Remnant tried to smile, but it came off as worrisome, "C-Candice, I'm back with some real help this time…"

On that little pedestal was what appeared to be a young lady built up out of wax. Every part of her, skin and hair, was the solid and soft yellow material. Her hair was long and fell over her face and ran down her back, resembling the top of a candle that had been lit and melting for quite some time. Her eyes were dark, black, gaping holes that constantly seemed depressed and morose, filled with despair. She had no mouth, therefore she could not scream. And finally, on top of her head, was a candle wick, lit with a large, bright flame. Remnant walked up to her side, "These two are real mages, they might know how to help you…"

Salina breathed in a little and now was seriously unsettled. She nudged River's arm with hers and gave her a concerned look, as if questioning why the boy was talking to a mound of wax as if real. Then again, they lived in a country run on magic. It would not have been the weirdest thing she saw in her life.

She approached the woman made of wax, and studied her melancholic expression. She also noted how she was lit. Salina turned to Remnant. "Well, since we're here, what is her problem?"

Remnant's eyes were suddenly filled with sadness, and he held his hands together in front of him, "Candice and I… we were just practicing with our magic, and she was using up a lot of her fire. Even when she was starting to lose endurance, sh-she kept going, until she was feeling sore. She told me she was feeling a lot of pain, a-and I thought she was going to be okay in the morning…"

Then, he held his skull helmet close to his chest with a tightness that only it could really handle, "Th-Then when I woke up the next morning, her whole body was turned to wax, a-and she had this burning candle wick on her head… so, s-someone must have cursed her!"

The wax woman, although statue-like at first, seemed to turn her head towards Remnant, but that was all she did. River jumped a little, not expecting her to even be able to move. Her shoulders were very tense, and she took a step closer to Candice. With a glance to the boy, and back down at his companion, she breathed, "Alright… I'm going to examine her, her soul at least…"

River knelt down in front of the woman, who gazed at her with her sorrowful eye sockets. River couldn't help but feel pity for her. She held out her hand, and placed it on the wax chest of the young woman. She could still feel something resonating in there; emotions, thoughts, memories. It seemed her heart was still intact. But there was something else, something dangerously unstable and terribly broken. Unlike the soul of a normal fire mage, usually warm and inviting and sparking with passion, she felt like it was burning, smoldering, and absolutely out of control. River gave out a breath, "… This isn't a curse. Candice… she's been corrupted…"

"She's corrupted!?" Salina yelped. She hurried over to River's hand and placed a hand on her chest as well. She could feel the fire raging within the poor woman, though she could sense it was not contained at the moment. River was right.

She turned to Remnant and gave a sad look. Now she did not want to leave the boy's side immediately. It seemed as though she was even pitying him. "You need to realize there aren't too many ways to save a corrupted mage's soul. There is a very large possibility that this will be her last form... unless her soul is mended pure once more, she'll stay like that until she dies."

River shook her head slowly, and stood up once more, "No… I don't think this one can even be mended. It feels far too damaged beyond repair. Even if it was possible to fix, there's no way that just the two of us would be able to do it. I'm sorry, but, there's nothing we can do…"

Remnant felt an utter weakness in his knees, and a pain that felt like a stab wound to his heart. He then collapsed, as he gasped for air, feeling the first wave of tears wash themselves down his cheeks. He had a feeling that this would have been the case, that there would be no hope for his friend. As he cried, the boy reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small, luminescent shard, shining a faint blue. "I… I'm sorry for taking you from the others and scaring you… just take this, it's the only thing that can make up for it…"

River was surprised that he would have the politeness to reward them, even if they had done nothing to better the condition of his companion. Carefully, she knelt down in front of him, and gently took the shard from his hands. She sighed, and then placed her hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry about her… she won't be able to go on for much longer. Given that she doesn't let her emotions run haywire, the best you can do is stay with her until her time to pass on comes…"

Salina hesitated, but decided she had to comfort the boy some way. She knelt to his side, and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Her soul may take over, but... take comfort in the fact that it will pass on to someone, or something, new. The fire within her may burn in utter chaos now, but it will temper, and continue to flare in the next life she takes. It won't die. She will always be in the same world you inhabit."

"But she won't be the same…" Remnant whimpered again, thankful that at least the two were able to comfort him. But he knew that all of this was not going to prepare him from losing his companion for good. He only breathed in, and then out, "I'm sorry for the trouble… I'm sure your traveling companions are worried sick for the two of you now. You should get back to them…"

"I don't want to leave you in such a state," Salina said, surprising herself for feeling so sympathetic for the young boy. "Are you going to be okay here, alone with this girl?"

Remnant only nodded, "I'll be fine, I swear. I mean… I-I was on my own before I met her, so I know that I can do it again. I'll stay with her until the time comes, and… m-maybe I can make it easier for her. Now, you two should probably go back to your friends. They need you more than I do…"

Salina nodded, and touched River's shoulder to signal that they needed to get up. But before the girls left and returned, she turned to Remnant. She felt awful for her apprehension to helping him, and felt even more badly that they could not assist him. But she hoped the best for him. "Remnant, I wish you luck in overcoming this situation. I hope it all works out for you."

The boy said nothing more, not even a 'goodbye' or a 'farewell'. All he did was stare at his candle-like companion, with sad and defeated eyes. The strength and passion that was once in him was already fading away like dust in the wind. As much as River didn't want to leave him in such despair, she knew that they couldn't stay there for long and worry their other companions.

And so, River stood up next to Salina, and alongside her walked out of the ruins. She was absolutely silent as they passed the disrepaired structures of stone being washed away by time. Until finally, they were back out in the open desert, with sand and rocky ground as far as the eye could see. "Let's hope we're not too far from the others, or else it might take all night to reunite with them…"

Salina nodded in agreement, but then slapped a hand to her head as she realized the consequences of their departure. "Oh no, I'd hate to imagine what poor Kestral is thinking right now. She must be freaking out."

"… You're right…" River realized, her hand moving to the back of her head awkwardly, and her eyes darted off to the sides. She began to walk forward towards the distance, presumably where they had first come from, "She might be devastated… the poor girl. I don't know how scared the others might be, but they must be worried…"

Suddenly, Salina heard voices echo in the distance. She could recognize a very high-pitched girl's voice.

Within seconds, Kestral's figure could be seen in the distance, but nearing closer and closer as she ran towards the two girls. She held the frog tightly in her arms and looked about wildly, searching desperately for the missing women. "RIVER!" Kestral called out, "SALINA! Where are you two?!"

"… Kestral?! Kestral!" River's neck whipped to the direction of the girl's voice. She saw her getting closer, but it didn't seem as though she could see them yet. Immediately, River grasped on to Salina's hand, and began to run, pulling her forward as she neared to the girl, "Kes! Kes, we're over here!"

"RIVER!" Kestral ran forth, and the frog sprung free from her grip so it could hop alongside the young girl and not be held. When the pair approached the women, Kestral jumped up and down excitedly. "Thank goodness you guys are okay! Well, are you okay? Did that guy hurt you? Who was he? What did he want? Where is he now?"

From behind, Thomas rushed up. He met the other girls and chuckled. "Your brother is slow, Kes. Anyways, ladies, you seem alright... what on earth was that all about?"

As River bent down to the young girl's level, and wrapped her arms tightly around her, she gave out a sigh of relief. Her smile was very wide, "We're safe, don't worry. We haven't been hurt at all." She reassured the girl. But when she realized she had just hugged Kestral out of nowhere, she tried to laugh it off, and let go, hoping that she didn't go too far. Instead, she looked up to Thomas, "And our captor isn't a bad guy, I swear. Turns out he was just some kid who thought that we were your hostages, and he tried to get us to help him with a problem he was having…"

Kestral did not seem to mind the hug, and tugged on River's dress as if to motion that she would've liked another one.

Meanwhile, Arkanov finally caught up to everyone else. He was dragging his shadow sword behind him, which one could guess was quite heavy given the manner in his gait. He was panting slightly. After he approached the girls, he drove the sword into the ground and held himself upright using the handle to prevent himself from collapsing. "Where... is that... guy who took... you...?"

Thomas saw this and elbowed Arkanov playfully. "Out of breath, Arkanov? Didn't think running was your weakness."

Embarrassed, Arkanov lowered his head so his hair would fall over his cheeks and prevent the others from seeing his blush. "Shut the fuck up, Thomas," he muttered extremely quietly. He looked up and met Salina and River's gaze. "You seem okay..."

River nodded. She was rather shocked to find that Arkanov was not as durable as she had initially perceived him, though it wasn't like she could help him get back to a normal breathing rate. But nevertheless, she smiled for him, "We're safe now. Our kidnapper, that was a big misunderstanding. You see, he was a teenager, and he thought he was rescuing us from the rest of you, because he found out that you were Pendsbornes…"

"Well that is absolutely ridiculous," another voice spoke up, running to catch up with the group. Behind Arkanov followed Rubus, and behind him was Blake. They weren't out of breath, they were decent endurance runners, but they were never known for their speed. But one could tell they were very glad to see the girls unharmed, "We were more worried about him hurting the two of you than anything. Where did that guy go anyways?"

"He's back in the ruins," Salina said, jerking a finger back to where they had came from. "He also wanted us to help him with a friend of his because he thought we were the only real mages of the group."

"Only real mages...? N-Nonsense..." Arkanov scoffed shakily. Then he collapsed onto the floor once more, face first.

Kestral rolled her eyes. "He doesn't use his powers this often, I guess. But I can see why that crazy guy thought we weren't real mages, with him passing out every other minute."

"A-Arkanov!" River exclaimed, and knelt down on the sandy ground in front of the young man. She tried lifting him up from his shoulders so that he wouldn't suffocate with his head in the sand, and despite her weak muscles, she was still able to keep him up somewhat. She have an exasperated sigh, "Goodness, I didn't think he would have collapsed like this. Is he going to be okay?"

"Yeah," Salina nodded. She threw a smirk over to Thomas. "I'm guessing you Pendsbornes don't use your magic too often. It seems like Arkanov has a low tolerance for long-term magic use."

"No, he's usually totally fine," Thomas explained, shaking his head. He frowned. "I don't know what's going on."

Kestral neared her brother's side and gently laid a hand against her forehead. She gasped. "A fever?! In the desert? That's really weird."

Thomas sighed heavily, and went over to Arkanov, took him from River, and slugged the heavy man over his shoulders. "AGH! Man, he's really dense. Well, we can't keep stopping and waiting for him to wake up. I'll carry him back to our camp site."

"Thank you. Poor guy… I wouldn't have expected him to get a fever so suddenly. Hopefully it doesn't last for long…" River spoke with utter sympathy to the dark haired man slung over Thomas' shoulders, but also with a sense of gratitude towards his carrier, "Now let's head back, hopefully it isn't too far-"

River's words were interrupted by a mysterious and ominous howl traveling on the wind. It didn't sound like it could belong to any wolf, nor creature of the desert. It sounded human; disturbingly human. It was coming from the ruins, followed by a scream from what sounded like a teenage boy. The others were completely frozen in their place. River was almost about to run to the ruins to see what the matter was, but there was no need.

From behind the fallen walls of sandstone, a figure walked out. However, it was not Remnant. Rather, he was being dragged by this person, by his cape. He seemed unconscious.

His attacker was none other than the candle-like girl, her skin of wax and her head alit with flame, Candice. Only something was different. Her eye sockets were shaped in a way that only showed true hate and spite. And now, it seemed as though she had a mouth, as if she had forcefully torn it open so she could speak. But her voice was terribly warped, as if her sound was being ripped apart and put back together crudely, "I AM NOT READY TO DIE…"

Kestral, Thomas, and Salina stood and stared in awe at the moving wax before them. Thomas' eyes bulged out, completely in shock. Salina took a step forward and nodded to Thomas, and the man understood and dragged Arkanov away from the stand-off that was taking place.

Kestral was still staring in horror. Suddenly, she screamed, unable to contain her questions and fear any longer. "What the heck is that thing!?!"

Immediately, River stepped in front of Kestral, to shield and protect her from the monster before them. Even then, she could feel herself shaking in fear. She didn't know what to do; she couldn't fight, and there was no way she could settle the tormented mage in front of them, "Kes, that's a corrupted mage. They're extremely dangerous… l-look, follow Thomas away from here, and leave this to us."

Candice stepped forward, her movements stiff, yet her body wobbled. She dropped Remnant's unconscious body on the sand, and snarled at the others. Suddenly, the flame burning bright on her head spread everywhere else, running down her shoulders and arms and hands. "Why should I have to die?!"

Suddenly, she charged, and swung her flaming arm at River. The woman flinched, bracing for a burning impact, but found no pain upon her body. All she heard was a man's scream, and she gasped when she opened her eyes once more. Rubus had run in to shield her, and took the hit. Now his clothes were singed, and his chest had a nasty burn. He lay on the ground, grunting, clenching his teeth to try and hold back the pain.

"RUBUS!" Kestral screeched. She turned back to Thomas, and yelped loudly to him, "Put Arkanov down and heal Rubus, please! I can move Arkanov!"

Thomas said nothing; he only nodded and rushed over to Rubus' side, an extremely shocked, horrified look on his face. He wondered if someone with a burn like that near the heart could even make it. Still, he began to remove Rubus' shirt and tend to the wound.

At this moment, Salina realized she needed to intervene. She bent down to the floor, and all of a sudden, rocks and hard material on the ground formed around her hands. This lasted for a moment, and when she stepped up again, it looked as if she was wearing rocky boxing gloves or gauntlets. They were large, firecely dense things that could probably give someone a concussion if she hammered it against a person's head hard enough. In this case, Candice did not have a head, so a thorough beating would have to do.

Now with protection from the heat that coursed over the corrupted mage's body, Salina punched her fists together and took a fighting stance. She lunged forth with a hook to the right, and an upper cut aimed for Candice's center and core.

The melting wax absorbed most of the impact, but it was all still enough to push Candice back somewhat. Her distorted screams still rang through the air, and she swung her melting, searing arm at Salina in an attempt to burn her as well. Until suddenly, a strong, controlled blast of wind dissipated her flames. The monstrous corrupted mage turned to face her new opponent, and there he was: Blake.

His expression was the most serious it had ever been. One would have thought with his soft demeanor, that he would be crying over his brother's injury. But this time, it seemed that there was some sort of sick confidence. Courage that came from rage. His eyes were glaring, yet he smiled. He said nothing more as he blasted more gusts of wind at Candice, and she shrieked as her flames were being put out by each and every one of them.

River could only state in horror and awe at how her friends fought, and both at how they were all so close to the possibility of death. She kept Kestral behind her, until suddenly, an idea to save them sparked in her head. "Salina! Blake!" She called out, "Try getting her away from the others, and don't put out her flames!"

"Huh?" Salina grunted in confusion. She would've thought that putting out her flames would cause Candice to stop fighting more quickly. Still, she trusted River's judgement and decided to follow her suggestions. "Uh, okay, you got it!"

She careened to the other side of Candice, and began to punch and jab at her waxy self away from the group.

Candice has lost all sense of her humanity as she screamed and howled like a true beast. Her flames grew brighter, even when the wind of Blake's and the fists of Salina's had shoved her back. Nothing seemed to be working very quickly quite yet. Blake shouted over his shoulder, "River, I don't think this plan will end up well!"

"Just trust me on this!" River called back. Blake turned his glare back to the wax monster, and beckoned and teased her to follow his lead, further away from the others. With every swing she threw, he would use his magic to blast him the other direction and dodge with ease. Her rage grew as large as the fire enveloping her body. Until suddenly…

Her roars of fury had turned into screams of pain, as if she was crying out in agony to a person who could not help her. The wax of her body began melting off, becoming molten lumps on the sandy ground with no life. Her fire was finally beginning to die down, she was burning herself out, quite literally. River knew that this would happen, and she watched as slowly, but surely, Candice's flames slowly burned her away, and then extinguished as quickly as her life passed. It was finally over.

Salina gasped. She forced the rocks on her fists to break away and crumble to the floor, and bravely she approached the spot where Candice once was. That fight was horrifying, and hearing to the poor girl's screams of agony, and then her slow, emotionless, lifeless death was even more of a shock. She had seemed so downtrodden when the two women tried to help Remnant before. She certainly hadn't expected for Candice to become fully corrupted so quickly.

Regaining her focus, she ran over to Remnant's side and checked his pulse. He was fine. She sighed happily, and then chuckled, a sort of mechanism for dealing with these traumatizing events. But she couldn't keep it up, and any expression of happiness was washed off her face. "Gods, that was awful. Why on earth...?"

Blake took a large breath, and released a sigh. He could honestly care less about the corrupted mage, he was too tired and frustrated to ask many questions right now. He only returned to his brother's side, who was barely remaining conscious from the pain of his burns, and knelt down beside him as Thomas made his work to heal him. Meanwhile, River walked up to Salina's side, and knelt down in front of Remnant. Luckily, since he was still a rather light and lanky teenager, she was actually able to lift him up somewhat. "We need to get back to the campsite. We have three collapsed men, and staying here won't give them any help."

Salina put out an arm, wondering if River could take Remnant on her own, but she remembered how much she hated it when someone did the same for her, so she decided not to. Instead, she moved to Kestral, who was way out, struggling to hold her brother up. Salina took Arkanov by his left arm, flipped him up, forcing him into an involuntary front flip, and slugged the man over her shoulder. She trudged onwards back to the campsite.

Kestral was shocked by the entire ordeal. She scooted over to Thomas' side, and stared sadly down at Rubus. "Will he be okay?"

"Yeah," Thomas said with a small nod. He was still using his light powers to sear together any patches of skin and flesh that had been blown apart by the intense fire. "But we'll need to move back to the campsite immediately and get some actual medicine that can ease the pain of burns. Otherwise, he's okay."

Blake could only stare down at his twin, trying to make a small smile to comfort him, and placed a hand on Rubus' shoulder. Blake patted it gently, knowing that at least that part wasn't injured, and the red-haired man could stay conscious and calm long enough to look up to the other. Blake muttered, "Hear that? You'll be alright, we'll fix you up soon enough, don't you worry. I'll carry you back..."

Even in such pain from being burned, Rubus tried to force his body to chuckle for his brother, "After you made fun of my weight in the last town...? Heh... h-heh, either you somehow gained muscle in a day, or you were lying back then."

"Of course I was, just to mess with you, brother," Blake tried to laugh back, for his sake, even though on the inside, he felt truly sorry for his brother's state of health. When Thomas had finished what healing he could do for now, he lifted Rubus by his upper and lower torso, careful to avoid touching his burnt chest. He then looked to River, who was carrying Remnant, and then down to Arkanov who was also passed out in the sand. He gestured towards him, "Thomas, pick him back up, and we'll try to get to the campsite, hopefully before sunrise. It wasn't too far anyways, thankfully."

Thomas had been smiling dreamily from the sight of seeing the two brothers at peace with each other once more. Hearing the suggestion, he snapped out of his trance, and sighed as he moved over to Arkanov to pick him up again.

"Can I help?" Kestral asked, petting Frig. She seemed very upset with herself.

"No, don't worry about it," Thomas assured. Instead, he began to drag Arkanov along. "The best thing to do now is to head out. Let's go."

Recovery
A handful of hours had passed since then, and the small group had arrived at their campsite not too long ago. They had already placed the injured and unconscious bodies of the three men in different tents. Rubus in the one he and Blake shared, same for Arkanov in his shared one with Kestral, and then Remnant in Salina and River's.

Meanwhile, outside in the center of it, were the others gathered around the smoldering fire pit that had been ignited hours ago. Already Blake was taking a leader-like roll that his brother would have done, and was giving out orders to the others, yet in a calm and composed voice. He looked to the other three, "Thomas, my brother is the most damaged out of the others, and I think it would be best that you come with me to heal him back to normal." He now stared at the two women and the young girl, "River, you should tend to Arkanov for now. Maybe you can use your magic to make cool water that can calm his fever. As for you Salina, Remnant's still unconscious, so it'll be a while before he wakes up and can tell you or whatever pain he is feeling. Think you can check up on his potential injuries?"

Finally, his face settled on the little astral mage, "As for you Kestral… I'm not sure if you have any healing capabilities, but it would be best if you kept your brother company for now."

Hearing this, Kestral nodded dejectedly. She held onto Frig tightly and went to where River was.

Thomas gave Salina a questioning look for her actions. Salina shrugged. She had no clue what was bringing Kestral down. Still, she gave Blake a thumbs-up and proceeded to Remnant's tent to tend to his wounds. "Sure thing, dude. And Blake, if you're watching over your brother, you should get some rest while you're at it, eh? You fought hard today."

The dark-haired young man shook his head. Instead, he simply walked towards his brother'a tent, and sighed, "Normally I would love to, but you see… I'm staying up for Rubus so that I can make sure he's okay through the rest of the night, not like there's too many hours until dawn anyways…"

Meanwhile, River was preemptively rinsing out with her magic one of the bowls that they had used for dinner earlier. Luckily, the soup from before wasn't very thick, so it was easy to wash out. Then, as she generated a new mass of water in her hands, she allowed it to pour into the bowl, at a temperature cool enough to make someone shiver if they had their hand in it for too long. And so, following Kestral, she headed to Arkanov's tent.

Kestral pushed back the tent's flaps to see her brother on the floor, amidst a blanket and some pillows strewn about. Earlier she had taken off his shirt for him, and thankfully he was wearing an undershirt underneath his breezy top. She was not willing to go much farther. Arkanov was lying with his back to the floor and his head up towards the ceiling of the tent. He was awake, but seemed lost in thought.

When he saw the two girls come into his room, he turned his head away from them. He had an embarrassed expression cross his face. "... Hello."

River brought forth a weak smile for him, kneeling down by his right side. She set the bowl of water down next to her, "Hey Arkanov… I um, brought this for you…"

She untied the red cloth around her waist, then took it by one of the tips. She dipped it into the bowl of cold water, and then twisted when she pulled it out to drain excess liquid. Then carefully, with the edge of her cloth rolled up, she set it on the man's warm forehead, hoping that could cool it down. "How are you feeling? Any better than before?"

"A little better because of that water there, thanks," Arkanov said. He felt the coolness of the cloth hit his hot skin, and he sighed thankfully. Kestral, who was kneeling by his left side, handed him the water bowl. The man sat up and drank from it.

Kestral clasped her hands as he drank and looked to the floor. "What's wrong, Ark?" she asked in a soft voice, "You haven't gotten a fever in years. It doesn't make sense in a desert either."

Arkanov tapped the water bowl with his thumb and stared down into it. It was empty now, he had dranken from it in such a vulturous way that the water was gone in seconds. He sighed. "Um... Kestral, I think the gods the people believe in here, they are real."

"Huh?" Kestral tilted her head at this statement. Now she seemed worried. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Someone spoke to me while I was passed out, but the encounter felt ethereal," Arkanov explained, "She said that all this, the passing out and the illness, was to teach me a lesson, I don't know why. She said her name was Lilith." He turned to River. "Is there a goddess here like that?"

When this question was brought up, the white-haired woman gave him a look of confusion, but yet she showed no doubt in what he was claiming. She had heard many stories of others meeting gods and other such ethereal beings in their dreams, but she had never met someone who had it happen to themselves. And besides, what reason would she have to disbelieve him if she's had somewhat similar experiences?

But even so, she was astounded that he would mention Lilith of all things, "Her?" She questioned, "Lilith is an extremely important goddess, she and her siblings practically invented magic. But she specializes in shadow magic… so if you're seeing her, maybe that's one reason why she's talking to you…"

"But... it was weird, she said she was going to teach me some things," Arkanov said, now scratching his head. "She said I had to go to her realm. But what on earth is a realm? Is that a building? I'm really confused by all of this."

River gave him the most incredulous look that she had ever donned on her face. She was beginning to wonder if the fever was starting to get to him, but she wouldn't deny him answers for his questions. "So you don't know what a realm is… I question what they taught you in Pendsbury. But a realm is like a specific and special place where a god or goddess resides, and where they're surrounded by their element, as well as being accompanied by spirits of that same element who take residence there."

"In Pendsbury they say these gods are all fake," Arkanoc retorted grumpily, not happy to be chastised for not knowing the terms. "Forgive me if this is new. At any rate, she wants me to go to her realm, but we're already on a mission of our own. And even if we weren't, how can I trust her? I've never met her. She looked weird too, she had no eyes and her skin looked... ghostly. And she had horns. Are you sure this magic stuff is actually true? Maybe you guys were playing a trick on me and I thought I dreamt that?"

"We wouldn't prank you like that, not when Rubus has been injured and we have to look after Remnant," River responded, almost a little offended that he was so ready to deny the existence of what he saw. But she had to remind herself that he came from a land without magic, even with how alien it was to her, she had to try to make herself understandable, "I don't know what Lilith really looks like, but all gods look different from humans in some respects. So, a lack of eyes and horns should be normal."

"Not normal to me," Arkanov huffed. He crossed his arms and looked grumpily to the floor. "It has to be a really weird dream and a coincidence then. Because I was wearing some weird wolf costume and I would never put that on myself willingly."

Kestral sighed sadly. "It could be real!"

"Nope, it was too stupid to be," Arkanov said angrily. "It was a fever dream. This magic bullshit is getting on my nerves, I never knew Samadurians could make up a bunch of lies to explain this stuff we simply cannot comprehend."

River shot a harsh, cold glare at him. She couldn't tolerate his behavior, especially after her whole life, an eighteen year long and counting experience of the magical world, was being denied in a few seconds by this one man. She clenched her fist, trying to remain calm, but she wanted to yell at him for his ignorance, "Oh, excuse me?" She snapped, "You think all of these are lies?"

Then, she turned the other way, and was just about to leave the tent alone, "Well I didn't abandon my entire race promising to bring them home, just so I could come all this way and have you insult everything that I'm here for."

"River, wait!" Kestral exclaimed. She rushed up and grasped onto River's arm, desperate to keep her there. Tears were forming in her eyes. "I'm really sorry about him. He doesn't mean to be so rude, he's just confused about magic. He doesn't mean to diminish what you're doing... we are just a little new to this world of magic and multiple gods. You've got to understand, yes he doesn't need to be so rude, but it's hard to come to terms with this new stuff."

When River felt her arm being gently tugged on by the young girl, she breathed in a very small gasp. This is what seemed to relieve some of the frustrated anger towards Arkanov's words. Her eyes returner to her usual soft expression, and she looked down to the girl, "I… I'm sorry Kes, I didn't mean to sound so angry…"

She sat on her knees once more, giving out a sigh, "It's just… I can't stand when people deny things like that. I-I mean, I've just dedicated my whole life to the gods. I've communicated with one of them and seen them myself…"

Kestral nodded in understanding. "Trust me, I do too, you won't believe how often I'm frustrated with him when I'm trying to explain things I see with my powers," Kestral said with a sigh. "But he needs to know. Maybe you could tell him about the things you've seen. Having someone who has physically been in contact with a god may give him a change of perspective."

"Hmm…" River mumbled, looking down at the dark-haired man, who still averted his gaze from her. She sighed, and brushed some of her hair away from her neck, and instead slung it over her opposite shoulder. "Alright. I'm sorry Arkanov. If you have questions, I'm willing to answer them just… let's promise not to yell at each other? Please?"

"Fine," Arkanov said flatly. He sighed and rolled his neck, trying to relieve the tension and strain within it from the anger he had previously felt. He looked over at River and stared at her curiously. "Pray tell, what do these gods do? Deities need a purpose of some sort. Why do they govern the different types of magic?"

River put a hand on her opposite shoulder now, occasionally averting eye contact with the man in fear that staring too long would make the both of them uncomfortable. But nevertheless, she spoke, "The gods here are the ones who created magic. There's six major ones that all govern and represent their magic type, except for astral. Astral magic happens to be run by multiple, smaller gods, but that's beside the point. Anyways, they watch over us, and they make sure that we're using our gifts of magic properly and maturely. That's why mages can become corrupted if they're abusing their magic, like the one that we had fought back at the ruins..."

"They created magic?" Arkanov asked incredulously. "But how on earth did they do that? And who created the gods then? Did they appear out of nowhere, or did something else happen?"

"Now that information… that's something Leviathan has never disclosed with me. I asked him when I was a child, but… he never answered…" River said with a sigh, until her eyes opened again realizing what she had just said. She put her hands up as her face went a little pink, "U-Uh, Leviathan is actually the god of water magic by the way. I've spoken to him a few times before, when I was a child…"

"You spoke to a god when you were a kid?" Arkanov asked, shocked. Then, he rode a brow in a questioning manner. "That must mean you're pretty important, eh? It sounds like he's talked to you more than once too. Why?"

At this question, her face felt a little warmer. She brushed her fingers through her hair shyly, and almost seemed as if she was trying to hide herself behind her immensely long white locks. "You see… I'm a priestess. I have been ever since I was born. Even though I was young, my job was to communicate with Leviathan and record the laws that he set down for our people, or edit ones when he changed a law. Then, the five shamans who mentored me would have enforced those laws on the other Ali'kians…"

"Wow," Arkanov's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked upon River in a new light. He was impressed. "So you were in the government... as a young girl... involving a god. That must've been fun? Is that the case with all gods? Why did this Leviathan choose your homeland as the place to look over?"

"Arkanov, you're interviewing her," Kestral checked her brother, laughing nervously.

"Do gods have physical forms?" Arkanov asked further, ignoring his sister, "What do the gods look like?"

"G-Goodness, that's a lot of questions all at once…" River giggled shyly, her face even more pink from the sudden attention. She tried to look away, but she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, "I've never seen Leviathan in his normal form, though I've heard he looks extremely elegant. Erm… his monster form on the other hand…" River's smile faded, "It's terrifying. Like a freakish whale with sharp teeth… a-and… let's leave it at that."

"Gods have monster forms?" Arkanov asked. He seemed especially interested now. Sitting cross-legged, he leaned forth, resting his elbows on his legs and his head in his palms. "Why on earth would they need one of those?"

"I'm not particularly sure about that either," River mentioned, surprised by how he was now so suddenly interested by all that she had to say. It was making her feel rather bashful to be the center of his attention, after he had seemed to ignore her for quite some time, "My theory is that they have it for a show of power, to remind us that they're still stronger than humans. Or maybe they transform for when they get in a fight with another god…"

"... Interesting," Arkanov replied. Finally, it seemed as though he understood, and he nodded. "Okay, where do I sign up to become one of these gods then?"

River's eyes opened wide, and she jerked back in absolute shock that he would even say something like this. She shook her head very frantically to deny him, "Y-You can't just sign up to become a god! They're born that way, and they're immortal! You're just a human, and a human can't become a god, that's final. Besides, you're already under Lilith's rule, so even if you could become a god through some impossible circumstances, you couldn't even make your own magic to rule by."

"... Oh." Arkanov looked to the floor, a little disappointed to hear this. Kestral knew why. It wasn't because Arkanov was genuinely interested in governing a magic type and its elements, that was certain. Arkanov looked back up to River again, as if trying one last effort. "I thought it was like a form of government, where there are terms. No?"

"Doesn't sound like it," Kestral said, shaking her head. "Even I knew that much! But it looks like both of us have a lot to learn about magic, River."

The white haired woman breathed out a small sigh, scratching the back of her head when this was mentioned. But even then, she corrected her posture, hoping to play a mature and intelligent role for them, "Well… if you still want to learn, I could try teaching the both of you what I know about magic, and maybe it could help you all too."

"Really?!" Kestral asked excitedly. It took a lot to compose herself. "I hope we won't bug you a lot by asking a lot of questions. But we're really thankful. We just don't know about any of this stuff. Where we come from, there's only one God, and he apparently hates magic."

"Than that's a god I've never heard of," River stated, although she kept her voice a bit calmer. While she certainly disagreed with the one they had just mentioned, she figured it would have been better for all of them if she had just respected it. "But I can teach you as much as I know about magic. Even I'm not an expert at the subject, but I still know a fair amount. Though Rubus and Blake would probably want to hear a lot about it too…"

"Let's get them then and we can all swap facts about magic!" Kestral suggested, springing up. She seemed eager to leave the tent. "Well, once Rubus is better of course. But maybe we can ask Salina too. I'm curious as to her background and knowledge on magic too."

River nodded in agreement, surprised that the girl had much energy left after their long and restless night, "That could probably be helpful for all of us, considering that more than half of our group isn't familiar with magic as much as they could be. But now, I'm wondering how the others are doing. Rubus was hurt pretty badly, and Remnant's been unconscious for a while…"

"Think we should go check on them?" Kestral suggested. She pat her brother's head. "You stay here and rest. I'll tell you what I learn later."

Arkanov also seemed disappointed and embarrassed by this. He gave a pat on Kestral's back and then lied down on his own, staring up at the tent ceiling. "Okay. I hope the others are feeling better."

River nodded, and just before she turned around to crawl out of the tent, she smiled a little at the young man, "It's best you get some rest, Arkanov. And if you need anything, or start feeling worse, call us and we'll get back to you."

River then left the tent, and allowed Kestral to follow our behind her. She looked around the campsite, and saw that the others were still tending to the people who they had been assigned to. She looked to the tent that the twins shared, and heard some soft mumbling, at least that's what it would sound like from her distance. They must have been talking amongst themselves while Rubus was being healed.

Carefully, she knelt down in front of the tent's flaps, "Boys? Are we allowed to enter?"

Thomas, who had been hunched over Rubus who was lying down, turned around to see the two girls. His black gloves were off and his sleeves were rolled up. He was surprised that the two girls had wanted to come into the tent, but he didn't seem to mind at all. He smiled gently, his eyes finally showing some signs of weariness. "Rubus and Blake permitting." He turned to the others. "You guys okay with the gals coming in?"

Rubus nodded slowly, still in obvious pain of his wounds from before, but he was much more soothed now, thanks to Thomas' ability. So in response, Blake, who was sitting on the opposite side of the light mage, opened up the tent for the girls. From outside, River smiled, and allowed herself in, but remained near the edges as to not make the center too crowded. There, she saw Rubus' wounds, which she couldn't help but cringe at, and he understood perfectly.

Blake saw Kestral come in as well, and smiled, although it was very weary and exhausted, "Hey, is your brother doing any better?"

"Yeah!" Kestral nodded happily, with a thumbs-up. She appreciated Blake's concern. "He's doing great now, he just needed some water. Something about his goddess talking to him or whatever. Now..."

She noticed Rubus' wounds and cringed, as well as yelped a little in sympathetic pain. "Is your brother doing any better...?"

Blake nodded, and glanced down to his twin. Rubus only gave a thumbs up in response to signify that he was alright. The dark-haired of the two sighed, "He's alright. The burns are pretty bad, but with Thomas' help, he's been healed more than what a few weeks of waiting and healing would have done. He's a little out of it though, so he hasn't said much. But River…" he looked to the woman, and she snapped to attention, "Earlier he wanted to tell you he's glad that he got to you in time before you were the one to take the hit."

River rubbed the back of her head shyly, smiling a little knowing that at least one of the people on this team were so willing to put themselves out like that. She looked at the red-haired man lying on the ground, seemingly his conscious fading in and out from his severe lack of sleep. "Thank you, Rubus. Y-You're really brave for helping me out there, even though you got really burnt…"

"It's… okay…" he surprisingly responded, making a small smile that slowly faded once again. But he tried to focus himself on Kestral now, "And with Arkanov… what's this about him… and a goddess? Is uh… is he having that sheep dream again…?"

"Yeah, he said it was some lady named Lilith," Kestral explained. She was curious why Rubus was even caring about her rude, angry brother when he was in pain. "Apparently it was an actual goddess, which is cool I guess. But you poor thing, Rubus. You really are brave for looking out for Riv like that."

Rubus chuckled, which hurt somewhat as it stretched the burnt skin ever so slightly across his chest. He gave out a sigh, "I always wondered what it would be like to be a martyr. But I didn't die, so I don't exactly fit the description."

"Hey, don't take your luck for granted!" Blake scolded, wagging a finger at him disapprovingly, "Had the burns been any worse, I wouldn't have a brother anymore, instead I'd have a burnt crisp the size of a grown man on my hands."

Blake shook his head, but still smiling at his brother's playful nature, "Either way, I'm just glad that both Rubus and Arkanov are okay for now. As for Remnant… I haven't checked with Salina yet, so I can't tell how he's doing. But we're totally sure we can trust him, right? After all, he kidnapped you, River, and Salina as well. Trust me, you didn't want to see how bad we were all panicking, especially Arkanov…"

River tilted her head at this mention, inquiring some curiosity in her, "How did he react in a way that was so significant?"

"He seemed really scared for you," Kestral explained, smiling softly at this. "Of course he was worried for Salina as well, but hearing you were in trouble made him determined. He used up his powers for the day on making a shadow board to ride a little faster but he got tired so he had to run the rest of the way."

River seemed to be very surprised at this fact. She even looked taken aback, and her eyes were wide, yet her mouth was sealed shut. But soon enough she gave into a shy demeanor, and starting weaving her fingers through her hair as a way to occupy her nervous hands, "After that little argument we had a little earlier, I didn't think that he would care so much… then again, it's not like we disagreed for long…"

Though, if one could look at her face close enough, they could have seen that she had a slight pink on her cheeks, "I didn't think that he would be that concerned…"

"We all were!" Kestral happily replied, not picking up on the blush on River's face. She gave a happy smile to the white-haired woman. "Well, in a more objective sense, you're leading this entire mission, so we don't want you hurt then. But you're really nice. I've only known you for a day or two but I think everyone can agree, you seem like an incredible person and an even better friend."

When River stared down at the girl's smiling face, with her kind and sincere words that resonated with her heart, the woman was practically starry-eyed. Immediately, she bent down and wrapped her arms lovingly around Kestral, and giggled, "Y-You're so sweet…! I… I haven't felt that valuable in a very long time, and what you just said… it makes me extremely happy…"

The young girl gasped a little at the sudden hugging, but being in River's arms just felt right. She was quite the cuddly and snuggly person. Kestral put her arms around her in return and smiled softly, as if she were hugging her own big sister. "I'm happy it made you happy. I can already tell you're going to be a really valuable member of our team! And hopefully a valuable friend... if you wanna be friends."

"Aren't we already friends?" River questioned, though she did not seem hurt at all. If anything, she felt much more on the playful side of things, "I'd like to think we are, and I'm already happy to be here with everyone."

"W-We are...?" Kestral looked up to River so gladly, her eyes wide. They were so large that one could easily see the mistiness of them, and she stared up happily at River, as if she was about to cry. Suddenly, she lunged, and hugged River's waist then and there.

She snuggled up to the woman's waist and sighed happily. "Where I'm from, you have to ask before you become friends. It's not an unspoken agreement."

River couldn't help but giggle at the girl's innocent and adorable puppy-like nature. She put another arm around the child. "Aww, Kestral… well, out here you don't need to follow those rules. But if it makes you feel better, then yes, we're confirmed friends."

"Awesome!" Kestral pumped her fist in the air and looked around excitedly to everyone else. She saw Thomas. "Thomas, I already asked to be your friend. But Rubus, Blake...? Can we be friends then?"

The black-haired twin smiled joyfully at the child, putting his hands on his lap, "I don't see why we can't be considered companions. We are traveling together after all, and I think it would be beneficial. How about you, Rubus-"

His brother was already passed out, completely asleep. He must have been exhausted after the night, and enduring such wounds. Blake sighed and laughed, "I'm sure he would have agreed. But he's right, it's extremely late, we should all get some rest. Unless you're going to check on our uh… guest next. If he tries to kidnap you again, don't hesitate to scream for help, alright?"

"We won't hesitate!" Kestral assured. She grabbed River's hand and began to leave the tent. Realizing how loud she was, she quieted herself, and blushed in embarrassment. "Sorry. Let's go, River."

River nodded, and followed Kestral back outside, leaving the other men to their own devices. She made sure the tent flap was closed, and gave out a small breath. Then, she placed a hand on Kestral's back, gently patting it, as they went to the final tent, "Come on, let's check on Remnant…"

Kestral nodded and began to make her way to the tent. She seemed a little hesitant because she stood protectively by River and looked up at her. Then she looked down.

She looked up again, and down again. She was unsure. "Are you positive this Remnant guy isn't a weirdo? He kidnapped you!"

River simply placed her hand atop Kestral's head, and patted gently. She didn't hear much from inside the tent, so she assumed that he may have still been knocked out. Therefore, she didn't have to quiet her voice down, "It's alright Kes. It was a misunderstanding on his part. He thought he was rescuing Salina and I from the rest of you, since he lacks trust in Pendsbornes and such. But he's just a teenager, it'll be okay."

"... Is he gonna join our group?" was all Kestral asked. She waved at Salina as she entered. She was sitting against the wall and gave a small smile to Kestral and River as they entered.

"Hey guys," Salina greeted. "What's this about him joining our group?"

When River entered and knelt down on the ground once again, she saw the boy laid down in front of her, his eyes closed, but still breathing. His helmet was off, showing his curly blonde hair and fair skinned face. He didn't seem to be hurt, but he must have taken a bad hit to the head to be out for this long, "Kestral was just wondering about it, since we're looking out for him tonight."

Then, River sighed dejectedly, as if saddened just by seeing Remnant in this state, "He didn't look like he had much of a home in those ruins, and from what I can tell he either has no family or they aren't with him, so… it's possible. But only if he would want to join, so who knows?"

"It depends on when he wakes up," Kestral agreed. She turned to Salina. "When do you think he'll wake up?"

"I don't really know," Salina answered with a shrug. "I tried knocking on his head to see if that would wake him but nothing has been working."

"S-Salina, that's not how it works!" River exclaimed in utter shock, shaking her head and flailing her hands frantically, "The reason he's knocked out is because his head got hit!"

But the moment she said that, Remnant seemed to be stirring. He mumbled something inaudible, and his head turned slowly side to side. His back stretched, and then relaxed again, "… Huh…?" His eyes opened in thin slits, "Where… Where's Candice…?"

Salina saw how Remnant woke up slowly only seconds before. A silly grin crossed her face as she put her hands on her hips. "I guess that's how it works NOW!"

Kestral was not so lighthearted. She knew that the three girls had to face the music and tell Remnant about Candice's demise in all of its horror, including the fight. The young girl sighed softly. "Remnant, you don't remember anything from a couple of hours before?"

The boy only released a small moan from his mouth. His vision was blurry, and he couldn't quite focus on anything yet. He heard familiar voices, but at the same time they still felt new to him, as if they were friends he had met for the first time. He lifted his arm slowly, placing it on his forehead, "N-No... I just... Candice got really angry, and she actually moved... for the first time in a long while, and... I can't remember anything else..."

"Remnant, I'm sorry to say this..." Kestral said uneasily. She looked to the other two women resentfully, wondering why they were not speaking up. "Okay, so... Candice's corruption went haywire. She went crazy and attacked us all. She was trying to kill us! W-We... she..."

Finally, Kestral closed her eyes and just admitted it. "She died! I'm so sorry, but she couldn't live!"

For a short moment, Remnant seemed to give no reaction. He did not move, his face did not change, his eyes were still closed. But then, a grumbling noise came from inside of him. Suddenly, his teeth were clenched, and while he still covered half of his face, he growled, "What did you all do to her...?"

River was starting to get nervous. It was obvious in her demeanor as she shuffled back, trying to get away, and she held her hands tightly together against her chance. She glanced away, unsure of what to say. It wasn't until she saw something, like a strangely small flash of light, like the first spark of a flame, emerge when Remnant opened his mouth once more. She felt like he was ready to attack them, "N-No! We didn't do it, she..." River sighed, turning down dejectedly, "Candice... she overused her fire magic, and she burnt herself. It melted all the wax her body was made of, until her soul couldn't sustain it anymore..."

Remnant's expression softened at this words. Finally, his arm moved off of his face, and his eyes opened to reveal their brown color. He exhaled a heavy breath, one could see wetness in his eyes, "So... she's gone now... gone for good..."

Kestral crawled toward Remnant and instinctively put a hand on his. She looked at him with the utmost sympathy. "I-I'm so sorry, Remnant. If there was a way to save her, we would've taken it..."

Remnant shook his head side to side slowly. The moment he blinked, he could feel a single tear run down the side of his face. He took another breath, but it was shaky, and terribly unstable. His voice was in a similar condition, "It… It's okay… she wasn't going to make it for long anyways. She… she was too far gone to save, she would have died a-anyways…"

"Don't say that," Salina said. She went by Remnant's side and pat the boy's head. "It's rough having someone die. I could tell how much she meant to you. Before she became corrupted, I'm sure she was a great person. But like I said before, her soul is now in someone or something new, you know."

Remnant sighed, shaking his head, wiping away the small tears that had formed in his eyelids. He didn't want to look this way in front of a bunch of girls, it was embarassing, but at the same time he was still learning to overcome this loss, "I know that, but… it's not like I'll ever know who she'll be reincarnated into. She won't have the same personality, only the same magic…"

"I may be able to help in finding who she is," Kestral suggested, drawing near. "I'm an astral mage, I deal with fate and premonitions and stuff. I bet if I apply my powers and try really hard, I can find who or what her soul is inside of now."

Remnant still refused, denying her assistance, even if he did truly appreciate her offer of help, "That's okay… it doesn't matter anymore. I can't just arrive on the steps of two parents and their newborn saying 'hey, I knew your kid in their past life'. I don't know what I would even do then."

Then finally, the boy sat up, using his wobbling arms to support them, "My only option now may be to return home. I feel as though my mother is missing me…"

"You have a mother?!" Kestral asked, shocked. She realized how silly this sounded and giggled embarrassedly. "I mean, of course you have a mother who birthed you. But we didn't know if she was alive or not. You have family you can go back to?"

Remnant shook his head, "No, she's my only family, I have no father or siblings. But she didn't make me either, she adopted me," then, the boy picked up his lizard-like skull helmet, and put a gentle hand on it, "And she's the one who let me use these bones for armor out in this world."

"In this world?" Salina asked. She tilted her head, confused, and became a little suspicious about his language. "Why'd your mom let you use bone armor? Bones can break, easily."

At this notion of hers, Remnant simply chuckled, almost smugly, as he knew something that she did not. River was beginning to feel a same amount of suspicion, and inched closer. Without hesitation, he held out his helmet for her to touch, and when her hand had laid upon it, what she felt unexpectedly shocked her. The skull was warm to the touch, the heat reminding her of a rock that had been lying under the hot desert sun. But instinctively, she retracted, trying to understand what it was. Remnant laughed again, "These bones are special, you see? They're pretty tough to break, and they retain their own heat for decades on end."

Then, gazing into the eyes of all three of the women, "They just so happen to be the bones of a dragon."

Salina saw the boy's expression, and looked into his eyes to try and detect any sarcasm. But Remnant seemed gravely serious toward what he said. She stared at the bone helmet quizzically, wondering if she could touch it herself. Gingerly she did, and when she felt the warmth, she gasped. "Oh my god! That's actually a dragon skull?! Um, how did you get it?"

Kestral raised a hand to try and speak. "What's a dragon?"

River seemed just as puzzled as the young girl beside her, for she had never heard this word before, even after living in Samadurai for a year now. Remnant simply smiled at them, "I found it when I was a little kid. I was lost, I had no family, and I didn't know where I was going. It was getting cold and dark, but when I found these bones and felt their warmth, they may have been the only thing that kept me alive that night. Then, the next morning, my mother found me asleep holding this skull, and she adopted me."

"That's amazing," Kestral stated. She smiled softly at the boy for the story. Even though it was hot out, she continued to touch the warm skull. "Your mom sounds really nice. Where does she live?"

"An abandoned castle, in the mountains to the northwest. She conquered it back when she was in her prime, and when she was a lot more aggressive towards humans. She's mellowed out over the centuries though-" Remnant began, but he saw the wide eyes of confusion on all three of the girls before him. He seemed to forget that this subject was entirely normal for him, but not necessarily for them, "Oh, my apologies. I forgot to mention that my mother is a dragon herself."

"... I wanna meet her!" Kestral suddenly decided. She stood up and smiled, for she seemed to have made up her mind. "I want to see a dragon, whatever they are! What are they?!"

Remnant couldn't help but chuckle at the girl's enthusiastic need to satiate her curiousity. It was adorable, even for him. "Dragons are… well, imagine lizards, right? But they're large, larger than a horse by far, and they have bat-like wings, and they're able to breathe fire. Is that a good idea of what they are?"

"WOAH!" Kestral exclaimed in amazement. She jumped up as high as she possibly could, and on the way down she sat cross-legged on the floor. She was obviously very enthusiastic about the idea of a dragon existing. "How can they be bigger than horses? That must be huge! What's a lizard? What's a bat? Does that mean they're fire mages?!"

Salina got up and put her arms around Kestral to contain her movements. "Calm down, Kes. Remnant has to go back to his mom, bringing you along will slow his journey."

"Aw..." Kestral sighed unhappily. She looked up at Remnant. "But that's so cool..."

Remnant shrugged, with a sad sigh, but still duh a playful expression on his face, glad to see someone so enthusiastic as the girl. "I would take you back if I could, but I can't really get back that easily with more than just me. Though who knows? Maybe someday, you'll be able to meet a dragon… hoping they don't have any ill intent and want to hoard your corpses."

"I'm sure there are some lovely dragons," Kestral answered innocently. "Still, I thought you were a creepo at first because you took Salina and River. But you seem nice. You think one day, we'll cross paths again?"

Remnant nodded, crossing his arms proudly, as if he was entirely sure that they would meet again, "I know it's inevitable. We will meet each other again, and don't worry, I won't kidnap anyone next time." The boy chuckled, and started to get himself up, "But, may I ask before I depart, that I spend the night in your campsite? I'll leave in the morning, and I'm sure everyone needs their rest…"

"YEAH!" Kestral agreed happily, practically yelling. "I know we need to rest, but can you tell me more about dragons and stuff?"

Salina put her hand up once more. "Yes, Remnant, that's more than alright. Stay as long as you need. And sorry about Kestral's yelling. She seems to have taken a liking to you."

"I can tell, I guess I can stay up later telling her about dragons and such," Remnant suggested, as he was already comfortable with the idea. "But I assume this is your tent… I could sleep outside if that makes you comfortable. And you need not worry about me, you already know this armor keeps me warm."

Salina looked at him again curiously. "Why on earth would you being outside and cold make me comfortable?"

At this strange question, Remnant couldn't help but look confused, if not shocked that she didn't object. So, he would question her back, "Why do you object? I mean, I kidnapped you two girls earlier, and I think your companions might be a little angry if I slept in your tent. Wouldn't they be worried I would do something to you again?"

"You're just a boy, and now that I know why you took us to help your friend, I don't think you have much else of malicious intent," Salina said softly. She tried to smile at him, for she felt bad for threatening to break his arm earlier. "Besides, I'm pretty sure if you try anything, I could snap you like a twig. No offense. So don't worry, no fear here. And if the others protest, well, what I do with my tent is my business and no one elses!"

Remnant was still a slight bit concerned, but at the same time, her reassurance made him feel a sense of relief, albeit small. So, for further confirmation, he looked to River. She gave him a very trusting smile, and giggled, "Of course, it's okay for you to stay in here for the night. It's already really late, so we should get to sleep soon…" then, the woman put a hand on Kestral's shoulder, patting gently, "You should probably return to your brother and get your energy back."

"Awww, I can't stay here and have a slumber party with the girls?" Kestral asked innocently. She gave the women a sweet smile. When she realized Remnant was still in the room, she apologized, "And the one guy? You guys have sleepovers and slumber parties in Samadurai! Let's do one! Woot woot!"

River chuckled at her enthusiastic nature. Normally she would have argued something along the lines of Arkanov being lonely, but she was too tired to say anything back. So instead, she complied. The woman laid down on the ground, untying the red cloth around her hips, and patted the spot next to her, "Come on, we can use this as a blanket. Don't think it can reach over to Salina and Remnant, but it can at least fit over the two of us."

"I don't need a blanket," Salina assured. She stretched her body out and immediately began to fall asleep.

Kestral rolled over onto her side, and tried to snuggle up against River inconspicuously. She threw a hand up and waved to everyone before she leaned against the white-haired woman. "Good night, everyone. Good night Remnant, and Salina, and River!"

"Goodnight!" River and Remnant had spoken simultaneously. Now, it was time for them to rest. The teenager was already out like a light within a few minutes, but River remained awake for only a handful of moments longer. Even though Kestral had tried her best to appear unassuming while getting in closer to River, she took obvious notice of the girl. When Kestral was so close to her, already so comfortable and trusting, it warmed her heart. So, she wrapped her arms gently around the girl, and fell into a deep slumber.

New Day
Kestral awoke to glaring light shining across her face. She had hated this method of waking up in Pendsbury, and she opened her eye angrily to see who had woken her. It was Arkanov. He had parted the tent doors and stared expectantly at the three girls.

Then he saw Remnant. He settled a cold gaze over the man amidst the three other girls in the tent...

With the bright, glaring light of the morning sun hitting his eyes, the blonde boy had begun to awake from his slumber. His eyes arely opened, vision still foggy and fuzzy. He yawned, he stretched, and rubbed his eyelids to clear up his sight. But the moment he saw someone's boots in front of him, his gaze trailed up their body to see Arkanov's scowling face. Immediately, Remnant's face went red from embarassment, and he retracted, trying to look smaller and innocent in front of him, "O-Oh, good morning…"

"What the hell are you doing in this tent with three other girls?" Arkanov asked. It seemed he had learned from yesterday about using his powers too much, because now he pulled out a switchblade made of metal with intricate designs on the handle from his pocket. It certainly did not seem to fit in with the other weapons in Samadurai. It looked like an old world antique.

Arkanov's stare was not wavering. "You kidnapped two of these women yesterday, and now you have the audacity to lie with them as you sleep?"

Remnant yelped and flinched, covering his face fearfully at the sight of the blade, expecting to be cut up and sliced if he made one more move. However, this was not to happen, as the commotion was starting to stir River from her rest. When her eyes slowly opened, and she saw the metal blade in Arkanov's hands, she almost screamed as well. She put up her hands, "Ark, don't do it!" She pleaded, "H-He's just a teenager! We didn't want to make him sleep outside, and he didn't do anything to us, I swear!"

Arkanov looked over at River, and flicked his wrist to switch the blade into the concealed position. Kestral was still groggy, but noticed how Arkanov gave in so easily. She was surprised.

The man in the tent's opening frowned at Remnant. "You're lucky I haven't killed you yet after what you pulled yesterday."

While his cheeks had been red only moments ago, Remnant's face was now pale with fear and worry. All the color was gone from his face, and he laughed nervously. He began to get up, to get himself a little ways away from the other women, and he shuffled past Arkanov as he left the tent. River sighed, starting to get up herself, "I feel lucky that you haven't killed anyone yet…" she patted down her hair, slightly messy from her rest, "We already have a lot to deal with, like Rubus' burns, and your fever… a dead body wouldn't help. But speaking of which, is your fever any better?"

"Given the fact I can stand up now and not feel dizzy, I think I'll be okay, thanks," Arkanov said. He watched her fix her messy hair, studying her motions. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking with his expressionless face. "So a dead body wouldn't be too much of a problem."

River shook her head, as a small shudder traveled down her back from the shock of the fact that his answer was so strange. She didn't want to believe that this man was prepared to kill at anytime, but with his demeanor, he seemed like the type.

So now, she gently lifted the red blanket-like cloth from off of herself and Kestral, and began to wrap it around her waist as she was knelt to the ground. Then, she reached into her satchel, pulling out three strings of turquoise beads, and wrapped them around her neck, waist, and ankle. Finally, she took out a comb, and was now trying to brush out any new knots in her hair, "Arkanov, please don't actually hurt anyone, unless you're protecting yourself or someone else. If anyone finds out, they could set a bounty after you, and you'd be considered a fugitive…"

"What?!" Arkanov asked in outrage. He seemed offended. "There are bounties on murderers here? Killing isn't legal?!"

River, as she assumed by his own shock, suddenly felt appalled by his outburst. She gave him a puzzled look, one that was on borderline disgust, "Of course not… why in the world would killing ever be legal? Is murder seriously allowed in Pendsbury?"

"... In some cases..." Arkanov muttered. He now looked as though he was regretting something he said. Now uncomfortable, he inches away from River. "Self-defense mostly. Do you get self-defense here or do you let other people kill you?"

Kestral sat up and wiped her eyes. "Fighting again, you two...?"

"W-We aren't fighting!" River retorted, her voice stuttering as she tried to formulate her words. She put her comb down, and looked up to Arkanov. She sensed a slight change in his tone, so she softened hers slightly, "And no, of course not. Killing is okay if you're defending yourself or another, but you can't just kill someone like Remnant for sleeping in our tent last night."

"But that is self-defense!" Arkanov countered, loudly this time as well.

Kestral got up and crossed her arms, glaring at her brother as if she had expected him to know better about something at this point. "You guys are fighting just as much as Mom and Dad do when they're home, can you stop?! Arkanov, you told me you wouldn't do this if you got a wife."

Arkanov's expression now settled into an unamused frown. "We aren't married."

"Girlfriend then?" Kestral asked. She shrugged. "Something mom-ish and dad-ish."

River felt her face grow warm when this subject was brought up, seemingly from out of nowhere. Immediately, she pushed her way past Arkanov, standing up the moment she was outside, and put her hands on her hips, turning away from him. "As if I'd ever start a relationship with someone like him! I'm sorry Kestral, but even if you think we're like your parents, in no way am I dating your brother."

"Hey, what's so bad about me?" Arkanov asked, taking much offense to this statement. He left the tent and stormed after her, searching for an answer, his anger heightening. "I think I'm pretty decent! Certainly beyond your league. And thus is the reason why even if you were the last female on earth, I still would not court you."

"Oh brother, I just made things worse, didn't I?" Kestral asked, exasperated. She shook her head and sighed. "I wasn't saying you would date, or be married, I was saying your mannerisms together reminded me of Mom and Dad. Sheesh."

River's tense shoulders loosened, dropping down slowly with the help of Kestral's voice. She let out a breath of a sigh, and finally turned back to the siblings, "Sorry Kes, I guess that got just a bit out of hand…" the young lady now looked at Arkanov, "As for you, I'm not going to date someone who pulls a knife on a teenager just for sleeping in the same tent as a few girls."

Arkanov scoffed. His ego had been threatened. Now he was really angry. "And I'm not going to date a woman who has a harem with a young teenage boy. I'll pass, thank you."

"… A harem requires multiple people, Arkanov," she rolled her eyes. River now crossed her arms again, starting to look like an odd mix of annoyed and indifferent, "Though I guess you wouldn't know, because you seem like the type of guy who couldn't get a harem even if you had all the gold in the world."

"Yes, it was a harem! Salina, you, him, Kes-... oh god," Arkanov shook his head to prevent himself from finishing his sentence.

Kestral was confused. "What's a harem?" she asked.

"Nothing," answered Arkanov. He turned his attention to River and now scowled deeply. "And as for me, I'm certain I could get a harem if I so desired. I do not so desire, thus why I do not have one. But if I did, oh, I'd have women lining up. And if you were one of them, I still would not date you either."

He dusted off his shirt vainly. "I digress. At any rate, where I am from, a man, or in this case a boy, even sleeping a room away from a woman while the two are unmarried is a capital sin! In Pendsbury, men do awful things to unsuspecting girls. They take advantage of their naivity. I just didn't want to same for you. And yes, perhaps the method to my madness is brash compared to you, but I've been raised in a city where it's absolutely necessary. I had no clue if Remnant was as innocent as he seemed, so I took extra precautions. Forgive me for simply caring about your well-being, River." He narrowed his eyes. "I promise it won't happen again."

He moved silently back into his own tent and closed its doors. Kestral slapped a hand to her face and sighed angrily. "And just like Mom and Dad, the fights end with someone walking out. Great."

The moment Arkanov had trudged away, with anger in his heart, she tried to turn around at the last second and call back out to him. But she was too late. Her face went slightly pale from the shock of what she had just said. She hadn't been in such a heated and petty argument like that with someone before, and the fact that she had acted in such a way disgusted her. Her shoulders dropped, and she stared down at her feet. She began stroking her hair, as a nervous habit to calm herself, "I… I didn't know that was why he was getting so agressive towards Remnant… I thought he was just being close-minded. I didn't think he was trying to protect us… even if I don't agree with his methods of doing so…"

Kestral moved next to River and gave her a side hug. "I admit, Arkanov has unconventional ways of showing he cares for someone... threatening to murder somone on their behalf being one of them. But hey, that means he likes you! Er, well, liked you." She realized how bad that sounded. "I'm sure he'll be fine. Maybe try to talk to him and calm him down. Usually I have to or else he'll start pouting worse than me."

River smiled only slightly when Kestral put an arm around her. So in turn, she patted the girl's back kindly. Yet her eyes had no confidence. She looked to the child for assurance, "Think I'm able to talk to him right now…? I don't know if giving him some space would make him simmer down, or grow resentment…"

"Trust me, if you give him time alone to think of more reasons to be angry, he'll stew," Kestral advised, ushering River over to his tent. "I suggest now. I'd do it myself, but... it's best if you two work it out."

River shrugged, figuring she should follow the girl's advice. Despite her young age, she knew Kestral knew that man better than anyone else here, so she had to trust her word for it. Slowly, taking tentative steps, approached Arkanov's tent. She didn't enter however, and instead knelt in front of the covered opening, "Um… Arkanov…? I… I didn't think that you were looking out for us like that. I-I mean, I don't like a lot of violence, but I'm still thankful you cared…"

There was a pause in between her words. Finally, she got an answer. "You're welcome," Arkanov responded. He poked his head out of the tent and nearly bumped himself into her. He flinched backwards. When he saw her kneeling, his frown that he wore before lightened somewhat. "We don't agree in how to handle situations, obviously, but if you don't understand why I'm violent... well, I'm a protective person, I suppose." He retreated back into his tent, not expecting further conversation.

River felt a glimmer of hope when he had shown his face for a brief moment, but her heart dropped again when he returned to hiding. Shyly, she began running her fingers through her hair again, looking to the corner of her eyes, "N-No. I understand, a little. My dad back home is a bit of the same way sometimes. He has the same reasons for acting that way too… but even then, I still want to understand, if that will help…"

There was more silence. Arkanov emerged from his tent again, now with his face looking a little flushed. But he was not sporting the hallmark of fever as he had the night before. He seemed embarrassed almost. "Well... I don't understand it myself. I just want to make sure everyone is in one piece. Obviously you, you're leading this whole mission and if you were incapacitated, that would defeat the whole purpose. But there's something else to it as well. But I can't quite put my finger on it. Something about you and everyone here... usually I just care about Kes and I and I could care less about everyone else."

River thought about his words for a moment. She stared deeply at his face, studying his expression thoroughly, with a sense of curiousity coming into play with her thoughts. But after thinking of what she wanted to say, she simply smiled for him, "Well… maybe you're learning to be more empathetic…? It's a possibility, and well… who knows. One day, maybe you could make friends easier than enemies…"

Arkanov scrunched his nose up at this statement. He was able to take offense to anything at this point. "I make friends easily already. It just takes a while."

River retracted, her hands shyly returning back to being curled up near her chest. It didn't seem she had much of a way to get through to him. At least, that was until a moment of silence had given her enough time to work out a potential solution, "W-Well, if you have such an easy time befriending people… why don't you try befriending me…? If you can do that, maybe it would be easier to believe you…"

At this notion, Arkanov arched an eyebrow, as if she had just given him some sort of task. And that was when he realized, with embarrassment, that he did not know how to befriend this woman. He looked away from her. "W-Well, I thought we were already friends. But fine. Challenge accepted. How do I befriend you?"

River made a small smile towards him. Not one of smugness or a condescending attitude, but rather one of genuine happiness and relief that he was listening and understanding. "One of the first things you can do… just… try to talk to me more I guess? And… we can both try not to yell at each other if we don't understand something about the other…"

"Okay..." Arkanov said uneasily. He seemed nervous, as if he could make a false move at any moment. "W-What do you want to talk about?"

River suddenly went entirely silent. She didn't know how to answer that question. She was worried about this unbearably quiet moment, that it may last too long for the both of them. But luckily, she did not have to say a thing at all. For in the third tent a short distance away, she heard some grunts, and saw Rubus getting up and outside. He seemed to have a new shirt, one that wasn't charred, that was unbuttoned, exposing his chest that had bandages wrapped around his burn wounds. Next to him, giving some support and care, was Blake. "Take it easy Rubus. Thomas healed you up pretty well, but some of the injury needs to take care of itself-"

Then, when the young, dark-haired man caught sight of the pair that were conversing each other before, "Good morning you two! I heard some commotion outside… you weren't arguing again, were you?"

"N-No," Arkanov stammered, somewhat sadly. He wanted to get the chance to talk to River for at least a minute or two. "Well, it was petty. Not a concern at all. I'm happy to see you're well, Blake."

Blake nodded, though he nudged his twin with his elbow, "Thank you. Rubus is doing a lot better now, I'm extremely thankful we have someone with healing magic on this journey."

The red-haired man was now one to speak up. He began buttoning up his shirt, "It still stings, but I've had worse before. And I'm not dead, so that means I'm good to go." He smiled brightly, before he started to look around and scan the campsite, "And sorry to change the subject, but where did that Remnant boy go? Did he return home or something?"

"Uh..." Arkanov's head darted around curiously, trying to find Remnant. But he could not. He looked at River. "I don't know. Where did he go?"

The young lady looked around the area, but could not find him anywhere. She stood up again on her two feet, and begin to take a few steps, turning her head side to side trying to spot him. But as she tried, she didn't even catch a glimpse of him before she heard his voice, causing her to flinch, "Y-Yes?" Then, the boy revealed himself. He had been 'hiding' near the dry shrub land growing close to the campsite. He looked embarassed, and slightly terrified when he saw Arkanov, "Uh, you're not going to stab me… are you…?"

"Sadly, no," Arkanov answered, looking at River as he responded to Remnant's question. "I-I mean, just no. Sorry about that earlier, I was just being protective. Haha..."

"Heh… heh…" Remnant was laughing just as awkwardly as he gained the courage to walk closer towards everyone again. He had his skull helmet held in his right hand, and with the other hand he nervously rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry for making you scared like that. But if it makes you feel better, I was actually going to return home soon…"

Hearing this, Arkanov looked distraught. The boy's statement meant a lot, it seemed. "Oh, well, I certainly hope I did not scare you away. You're more than welcome to stay if you like, it was a misunderstanding before, and I do so sincerely apologize."

This time, the boy seemed to give off a genuine, albeit small smile towards Arkanov. He hadn't expected him to be forgiven like that, "It's alright, and thank you for not stabbing me. But as great as you all are…" Remnant upturned his head, his eyes gazing at the great blue sky above, "I have a place I need to be, with a mother who misses me."

Arkanov looked at Remnant as if he was slapped in the face. This reply, about the boy's mother, seemed to affect the man in a way that seemed to change his outlook toward the teenager. Now, he harbored more respect in his gaze. He gave a soft smile in return to him. "Heh, I know how that is. Go to her, she needs you. And if you tell her where you've been, feel free to exclude the fact that I almost killed her son not minutes ago. Good luck on your travel back."

Remnant's smile widened, and he even giggled at Arkanov's comment, despite the bad terms that they were on only moments before. "Thank you, and uh… if you ever meet my mother, please don't tell her that I kidnapped your friends thinking that you guys were holding them captive…"

Arkanov smirked. "Deal."

Two figures emerged from different tents at the same time. The first was Salina, and she was yawning, seeming to have been awoken from all the commotion. When she saw Remnant, she frowned. "Leaving already? Well... Remnant, sorry about earlier. Have safe travels."

The other person was Thomas, and his black gloves were back on. He looked at Remnant, tilting his head. He waved farewell but did not speak.

The boy waved back at Thomas, and made that same gesture towards all of the others. To Arkanov, Rubus, Blake, River, Salina, and Kestral. He was deeply glad to have met them, even if he had been through much trouble the night before. He smiled, "Goodbye… I hope we meet again."

Then, Remnant slipped his dragon skull helmet onto his head, adjusting it ever so slightly. Then without warning, flames erupted from his back, but then shared themselves to resemble the bones of bat-like wings. In the area where the membrane would have been on a bat, there were blue flames. He gave one last smile to the others, whose jaws were dropped in surprise. Then, as if he were a bird, his wings lifted themselves higher, and forced themselves down in a single, strong flap. Suddenly, he was up in the sky, leaving a trail of embers behind him. Before they knew it, he was gone into the sky.

River was frozen in shock, and still staring up, she nudged Arkanov by her side with her shoulder, "Uh… you… you just saw that, right…?"

Arkanov did not respond. He simply stared in awe at the sky, his jaw dropped. His gaze followed Remnant as he ascended into the heavens. "What the hell..."

Salina and Thomas were equally bug-eyed. Kestral was the only one of the Pendsbornes who was not shocked, but rather enamored by the spectacle. She began screaming, wondering if Remnant could hear her from the feet in the air. "THAT IS SOOOOOO COOOOOOOOOL! OH MY GOSH!"

The twins were utterly silent, at least… until Blake ran back inside the tent shouting in exasperation, immediately searching for something "We've got to write this down right now!" And promptly, Rubus followed in after him to retrieve his own notebook.

River, still awestruck by the amazing display, was staring up at the sky for a few moments. But when she looked to Kestral, humor returned to her, "Wow… that was unexpected. I mean, he was raised by a dragon after all… didn't think he knew how to fly like one."

"H-He was raised by a dragon!?" Arkanov asked, much surprise in his voice. He crept back into his tent and began to close up the opening's flaps. "I am sincerely hoping he doesn't tell his mother about me threatening to kill him now."

Kestral stared up into the sky. She stopped waving eventually, and instead settled into an amused grin. "That was so cool. I wonder if we could do the same thing with our powers? ... Nah, that's his thing, don't want to rip it off from him. Anyways!"

River, with joy in her heart to see the young girl so astounded, walked up to her side, and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Maybe, if you decide you want to be able to do something like that, you could always try to learn it as you grow more experienced." The young woman giggled lightheartedly, "Though I couldn't do such a thing, the height would scare me. But now that he's departed, maybe it's time that we've started to go on our way, shall we?"

"I'm sure you could do it, River, you're brave," Kestral said immediately, giving her a warm smile.

"Y-You're probably right, we should be heading out," Thomas spoke up, still trying to get over the initial shock of what he saw. "E-Erm, do you know where we're going next?"

River thought for a moment, trying to remember the direction that she had been pointed to when she was locating the next heart shard earlier. When her mind had finally come back to that thought, she looked over her shoulder and turned, "We're heading out towards the east, that's where the nearest one is, but it looks pretty far."

Salina shook her head, and looked at River inquisitively. "How far are we talking here? A day's worth? Two?"

"I can't quite gauge the exact amount of time that it would take," River mentioned, but already she was heading back to her tent to start packing up what they needed, "But your estimate is as close as I could think of. One day at minimum, two or three at maximum, depending on how smoothly the journey goes."

"Let's hope it goes smoothly," Salina said. She retreated into the girls' tent as well.

Kestral followed behind. She was fiddling with her own fingers as she looked over at the others before she went inside the tent. "Everyone, be careful. I'm getting some weird reading about the future... it's a blurred premonition, but I can tell this isn't the last time we'll get into a situation like this."

While River had been getting her things ready, Rubus seemed to be already well-prepared. He was walking out of his tent, waiting for his brother to finish up so that they could dismantle the temporary shelter and pack that away as well. But he was scribbling furiously and quickly into his notebook, recording the events that had taken place only minutes ago. At least, until he caught Kestral's words, "A premonition? Do you mean that you see River and Salina being in trouble again in the future, or… something else?"

"No. N-not just River and Salina again," Kestral warned, shaking her head sadly. "I think we're all going to be in some big, big trouble soon. But I don't know why. We're gonna come across someone who's going to get us into big trouble."

Rubus had thought over this for a moment, conceded for the well-being of his traveling companions as well as himself. They didn't seem to be in perfect condition to handle big trouble. He didn't want to believe this was true, but he wouldn't doubt the visions of an astral mage, "Alright, if you think that something bad is going to happen… we should remain careful, just in case. So that means no separating from each other, and keeping an eye out."

Kestral sighed, and walked over to Rubus simply to hug his right arm, but not his torso, so she would not hurt him. She did this without a moment's pause or apprehension. "We can be careful, but the thing with destiny and intended paths is that even if you prepare to avoid said event, it'll happen anyways. You can't change it. You just have to forge forth willingly, your fate in mind, and hope for the best."

While fear has now been planted in his heart, he couldn't help but smile a little at how affectionate the girl was being. So with a warm kind of tenderness, he reached his hand down and playfully ruffled her hair, "Well in that case, all we can do is hope for the best. I'm sure it couldn't be too awful… after all that we've witnessed just this week, I'm not too sure there's much that can top that."

Soon after, Blake had come out of the tent, with his bag slung over his shoulders, "Anyways, everyone, let's get this all taken down, and we can get a move on afterwards, right?"

Kestral nodded, and waved to Rubus and Blake as she ran off to the girls' tent. "Yup! I can't wait to see more cities!" She was trying to be as upbeat as she possibly could. "Let's get this show on the road!"

Meeting Santiago
The group of travelers were now traversing through a dry desert area. There was space vegetation. The sun was beating down violently and shining bright. Not a landmark, not even a noticeable boulder, was in sight.

Kestral was the farthest behind, dragging her feet. She took off her hat, unleashing a mound of messy hair, and fidgeted. "I-It's so hot! River, how far are we?!"

River stared around the red, rocky terrain. Practically no sign of life, not even a cactus grew from the earth, nor did a lizard scuttle across the ground. No sound, no wind, no clouds, just hot, dry earth, and the hot sun beating down on all of them. There hadn't been signs of a village or town anywhere near here, but why would there be? It wasn't like any sources of water could even be running through an environment like this.

She turned to glance at the others behind her, who were following her lead. She saw everyone tired and sweating, and Blake stood out with his cheeks and forehead pink from a new sunburn. River sighed, and tried to wipe off the sweat from the back of her neck, "Don't worry Kes… we'll be getting there soon. I sense it getting closer, although it's still a decent distance away…"

"I sense something else coming closer too," Kestral said, with a tint of worry in her voice. "That thing I was talking about is near... but I don't know how near."

At this notion, River stopped walking, and so did Rubus and Blake who were behind her and the others. Her eyes went wide, and immediately her gaze darter left and right, up and down, trying to find anything that could pose a threat or be of some sort of danger. She even began to back up, getting closer to Kestral, preparing to protect her if need be, "Y-You said it was dangerous, right? Should we continue…?"

"... I don't know..." Kestral answered unsuredly. She did not say much else.

Meanwhile, a figure off in the distance could be seen moving. The heat waves bouncing off of the solid rock could've made the figure seem like a mirage, but the dark mass could easily be distinguished as a person, not a trick of the eyes.

Kestral stopped dead in her tracks. "Go back. Please. This is going to be something we really regret."

"G-Go back? Go back where?" River felt herself getting nervous, which didn't help their situation any more than standing there would have. There was nothing to hide behind, nowhere to run, nothing that they could do. So, River turned around to look at all the others, "D-Does anyone have any ideas?"

"Confront the son of a bitch!" Arkanov shouted immediately. Kestral gave Arkanov a death glare for even swearing, and so loudly as well.

It seemed as though the figure heard it, for it drew nearer, and soon it was beginning to grow in size. Kestral wanted to slap her brother. "Way to go, Dorkanov! Now this person is going to be angry. We're doomed. We're doomed. Can we hide someplace?!"

River shook her head, there was absolutely nowhere to hide. There was likely not even a way for their magic to help them get past this mysterious stranger that drew nearer and nearer. So instead, she put her right foot back, her left foot forward, and held up her hands. She knew that even though she had no true combat experience, that she may have to fight, "I-It's okay, we are seven people and this is one person. We can fight them if they attack…"

"Fighting? Who said anything about fighting?" Kestral asked.

"I thought you said this person was going to get us into trouble," Salina answered.

"No," Kestral said. "This is just someone who is going to really, really annoy us. That's what my gut instinct told me."

The figure was fumbling about, seemingly aimlessly. Confused, and painfully curious, Kestral inched closer. Just what was going on over there? Had he really heard what Arkanov said?

Now the figure drew closer, as if it had seen the group of eight. That, or the figure was mindlessly traveling along in the same direction, coincidentally. It was not easy to tell which was which.

Finally, the person drew close enough to be able to make out their features.

The figure was a man. He looked very similar to Arkanov in hair color, which was an off-black, and in facial features. But he was definitely more muscular and bulky than the shadow mage was. He was regrettably wearing a dark green and brown overcoat that touched the floor, and heavy pants and boots. Metallic armor, composing of a chest plate and knee pads and other pieces, covered his body. He looked as though he was dying from the heat. His hair was laden with sweat, and it drooped down his face in beads and streams. He ruffled his hair to remove the moisture but to no avail. He held up his wrist to his face and was speaking into his wrist, of all things.

"This is Santiago speaking," he said. He immediately chuckled, revealing his deep, very husky voice. "Heh, who else could it be? You were the one who sent me out here alone, it's not like I have a partner along. Though I seriously suggest sending along one next time. In fact, I request it. It gets quite cold in the desert at night and it's good weather for using excuses to put your arm around someone. Hey, would you like to come with me next time? Over."

This was met with a very loud, warped voice emerging from a circle around his wrist. It sounded like yelling. The man, now known to be named Santiago, gave a weary smile. "You can't blame a guy for trying. Anyways, back to the status report. Currently looking for Subject E7 Shadow: Arkanov E. Underwood. Subject is nowhere to be found. The coordinates you provided are shite. Over."

Santiago looked up. He saw the group of seven, and a look of determination crossed his face. "Found some folks! I will approach them and ask them where I am and what the hell I'm doing. Because I don't even know. Over." And thus, Santiago approached the group.

River couldn't help but tense up at the sight of a strange man, just wandering alone in the middle of the desert, who seemed to be talking to his own wrist out of all things, and wearing such ridiculously heavy clothing in these lands despite all common sense. Kestral was right, if he wasn't going to be a threat, he was likely a total lunatic. Scared, but still stepping forward with courage, she spoke, "W-Who are you? And what are you doing out here alone…?"

Santiago did not respond immediately. He stared at River intently, surveying her face and expressions carefully. He lifted his wrist once more and spoke into the band. "Subject E7 Shadow not found, but there is an exotic woman with a ferocious body in front of me." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I know we're supposed to hate mages, but I am seriously considering bagging her. We could've avoided this had you given me a partner for the mission. Over."

Then he turned his attention to the man a little behind her, Arkanov, and all playfulness faded. The two men locked eyes and said nothing. Subject E7 Shadow was found. But Santiago, when he lifted his wrist, did not say this. Instead, he said, "Subject still... still not found. I need to take a closer survey of the area. If the subject is not found within an hour or so I'll move onto the next quadrant based on the coordinate map you provided. I'll update the status report then. Subject E7 Geo, over and out."

Santiago pressed his wristband and put his arm down. And then he said nothing again.

River had no understanding of what he was saying, it felt like meaningless blabber to her. As if he was speaking in strange code words that had no meaning to her, or a meaning that she could not comprehend. However, it seemed that the twins that had been following behind her understood. Rubus neared behind her, with a shocked expression on his face that the strange man would use such language to describe a woman whose name he didn't even know. So now it was his turn to speak, "Excuse me sir, but my friend just asked you a question. And I would hate to be rude by repeating that question, but who are you?"

The man in question placed both of his gloved hands up and gave a confident smirk. "No one of your concern. I've business with that man, Arknaov." Though his smile was light and cocky, his eyes darted around to each individual face besides Arkanov's, as if he had not been expecting them. Then he looked to the side, and to Arkanov.

"Yes," Arkanov agreed. He looked to the others, especially towards Thomas and Kestral. "We have business to attend to. That man is Santiago. I-I must speak with him... I'll be back."

The two men parted from the others and began to walk away to the area Santiago looked to, for further seclusion and private conversation.

Kestral was the first to speak up again. "What's it mean to bag someone?"

River shrugged in confusion, having never heard such a word before. So, she looked to Rubus behind here searching for an answer. But the young man shook his head, and held his hands up, "Trust me, you ladies wouldn't want to know…" but instead this did not settle the curiousity of the two, as River was giving him a slight glare. So instead, he turned his head to his twin, "Uh… Blake! How about you explain this to these lovely ladies?"

Blake's face seemed even more pink from something else other than the sunburn, from the embarassment of having to say this. "To 'bag' someone… it uh… means to… date them. Yes, date them!"

With this definition, Kestral gasped, and turned to River and rested her hands on the woman's shoulders. "Hear that!? So that Santiago guy wants to date you!"

While the twins exchanged nervous glances towards each other, they tried to laugh it off. At least their little fib seemed convincing, and wasn't too far from the truth in the first place. But River on the other hand, she suddenly looked terrified. Her body was petrified in place, and she didn't even turn her head when she spoke, "I… I am not going to date that guy, n-not anyone else. I mean… I-I can't just get with someone who I don't even know, and…" the young lady shuddered, "He called me exotic… and… ferocious. I don't know what I want to feel about that…"

Kestral's shoulders tensed. She knew her instinct told her that this man was only going to get the group of travelers into trouble, but she did not necessarily heed her own warnings as seriously. But when she saw how shaken up River was, the young girl began to show more concern toward Santiago and what he meant. Then she patted River's shoulders. "Even if he wanted to get to know you first, if you don't want to date him, don't. He'll get the idea! Hopefully. I wonder why Arkanov apparently knows him. I've never met him before, but he has to be from Pendsbury."

When Kestral had patted her shoulders, River seemed to snap herself out of her fearful trance. Soon enough, she felt her face turn pink from embarassment of being seen so frozen in her paranoia. But even then, she spoke, "Maybe… he does resemble Arkanov after all, so he is probably from there too. I-I don't know what to make of him though. He seems really strange… and did you see that way he was talking to his wrist? That's just weird…"

"It was probably a wrist communicator," Kestral explained immediately. "You use them to talk to someone else on another line."

Thomas stared at Kestral and began waving his hands over his throat. Kestral saw this and began to giggle nervously. "I-I mean, or if you just want to talk to... y-your neighbor?!"

"Neighbor?" River questioned, tilting her head with puzzlement towards the young girl. She put her hands on her hips, "I don't see why you would need an enchanted device for that. They live right next to you, so it would make more sense just to visit them in person."

Kestral slunk away in shame, behind Thomas. Thomas sighed sadly from the girl's slip of tongue, and patted her red hair affectionately. Then he took the turn to explain. "I guess you can use them to talk to anyone you like. Which makes this situation ever more confusing. Who's he talking to on the other line? If it is someone, it's very unlikely Arkanov knows that other person. There are exactly 1,000 people in Pendsbury... well, er, 996 now. And Arkanov isn't prone to reaching out and socializing. Isn't that right, Kestral?"

Thankful for the save, Kestral nodded. "Mhm..."

River on the other hand, was still somewhat perplexed. She now had her hand on her chin, and was staring at Arkanov and Santiago while they were having their private conversation a short distance away, "Only a thousand people? That doesn't sound like much of a city, considering Sihrasul has tens of thousands of people living there." Then, her voice turned to one of suspicion, "And what's so important that those two have to keep it secret from us?"

"It had to be just 1,000," Thomas explained. "When the creators of Pendsbury constructed the ship, they set a maximum capacity so the ship doesn't get weighed down and crash. Even so, it's quite easy for someone like Arkanov to not know everyone. But it seems as though he knows Santiago. As for what's being kept secret, I'm not entirely sure. But it just be important."

As much as River wanted to believe that something odd was going on between Arkanov and the new stranger, she knew she couldn't jump to conclusions. It was as if she was looking for an excuse to dislike Arkanov, and she was beginning to feel ashamed for it, especially after their agreement only two days ago. So instead, she switched her mind, to focus on a potentially less suspect possibility, and more of an innocent one. "Hmm… do you think it's about his mother…? He told me that she was sick… what if something happened to her, and he's delivering the news?"

"W-What?!" Kestral asked, now quaking. She obviously did not like this idea, as she was nearly on the verge of tears. "D-Don't even say that! Mom is fine... I-I know she is! It's not about that!"

River held her hands up, surprised by the child's sudden outburst. Yet at the same time, she felt as though she should have foreseen the effect that her theorizing would have had. "Ah… I'm sorry Kes, I didn't mean to make it sound that bad. Maybe it's for something else then. Maybe this guy left Pendsbury for using magic too, like you and Thomas…"

At this moment, the two men returned to the group. Santiago seemed strained, and he now had a gash right under his vey defined cheekbone. Arkanov looked more annoyed than anything. The others looked expectantly at these two, wondering what would come about from their presentation of themselves to the others.

"You going to introduce us to your friend, Arkanov?" Salina asked, crossing her arms.

"Not my friend," Arkanov muttered harshly.

Santiago gave a small, awkward smile to everyone. He seemed uncomfortable speaking to them, as if he had rehearsed this. "I'm sorry, I haven't formally introduced myself. I'm Santiago Mendoza. I apologize for before. I was speaking to... m-my mother, with my wrist communicator."

Salina seemed appalled. "So you want to put your arm around your mother at night in the desert?"

Santiago blushed and looked away. "I-I really love my mother."

Salina was now unimpressed. "Huh. Okay. Now I apologize, but I don't believe that."

Now that feeling of suspicion returned, although River had said nothing. She merely stepped back, shy to speak to this stranger again after those little comments from before. So instead, it was Blake who had stepped up to Salina's side, and he inquired, "I agree with my friend here, you… seem rather suspicious. Santiago, right? Mind telling us your… relation to Arkanov? And why you're out here, in the middle of a desert, alone, and wearing heavy clothes?"

"Arkanov and I, we know each other from Pendsbury," Santiago said, now speaking clearly. "We aren't on the best of terms, but he inspired me to leave Pendsbury for magic. I have to return... eventually, especially because I have duties I must attend to in the city, a father to look after. But this freedom of magic use and expression is liberating. Also, I have no lighter spare of clothes and I feel as though I'm about to have a heat stroke."

While Blake did not seem convinced, River was suddenly awestruck. All that paranoia and suspicion she had of Santiago melted away into utter sympathy. Immediately, she stepped forward and pushed past Blake, and stood in front of the newcomer with her blue eyes opened wide in innocence. "You poor thing! Are you sure you can't just take off some of the clothes that you have on now? Like having a lighter layer under it? And if you're low on water, I can always offer some of my own…"

Seeing her eagerness when he told his story, Santiago grinned. "Why yes, I would love some of your juices."

This was met with a slap to the back of the head by Arkanov. "Agh!" Santiago complained, rubbing his head. "Sorry. I mean, I'd appreciate that. As for clothes, I'm wearing something heavy underneath..." He moved his coat off to reveal a long-sleeved turtleneck shirt of a tight, inflexible material, like under armor. "But I guess that is better."

River didn't exactly understand why Arkanov seemed so annoyed by this, but she wasn't totally oblivious to Santiago's comment. Though he seemed friendly enough, so she continued. "If it's still too hot, I'm sure that you can just take off that shirt-"

"R-Riv!" Blake sputtered, coming up behind her and trying to make her think twice about her words, "You can't just ask a man to start undressing himself like that!"

Instead, the woman only looked curiously at Blake, "I don't see why he can't walk around shirtless. A lot of the men back home do it all the time."

Realizing that the culture of Samadurai was indeed different from that of Pendsbury, Santiago decided to utilize this to the most of his advantage. He pulled his shirt from the bottom and over his head to reveal his muscular build. "HUAH! Freedom!"

"No, don't encourage him!" Arkanov exclaimed, running over to cover Kestral's eyes. "Put a shirt on, damn it!"

"No way, I'm never wearing a shirt ever again!" Santiago proclaimed. He placed his hands on his hips triumphantly and presented himself to everyone else. "Thank you for the suggestion, Madame. This is amazing."

"You're welcome!" River smiled at the man, glad to see that she could help him at least somewhat. Though when she turned around, and saw everyone except for her and Salina looking away, this only proved to be an uncomfortable subject to the others, "What? What's so wrong about a man walking shirtless?"

"I-In Pendsbury, showing more than 40% of a man's body unclothed is a crime; you can get thrown in jail for that," Thomas explained, frowning unapprovingly at Santiago.

"But we're not in Pendsbury, are we?" Santiago asked in a playful voice. "So there is no problem! Anyways, my gorgeously hot, sweaty, ripped body aside, I don't know any of your names. Would you care to introduce yourself to me?"

Neither of the twins wanted to really give an answer, but they knew it was the polite and gentlemanly thing to do. So Rubus, taking his courage with a deep breath of air, brought himself to turn around, and forced himself to stare at the other man. "Ahem, a-anyways... my name is Rubus, Rubus Barry. Meanwhile, my twin here..."

"M-My name is... Blake..." the young dark-haired man couldn't even bring himself to turn around and look at Santiago. Even if he was turned away he still covered his eyes as if completely embarassed. One could easily think that his face was even blushing, if not for the sunburn he had that could disprove that potential idea. Now, it was River's turn.

The white-haired woman, unlike the other two, bowed politely and smiled, "And my name is River, it's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too!" Santiago said happily. He looked to the others. "And now you? I already know you, Thomas."

"Salina," the blonde one answered, unamusedly. She looked over to Blake, concerned for his face, and then walked off.

Kestral approached the other muscular man and gave a gentle smile. "I'm Kestral, Arkanov's brother. I know my gut instinct is supposed to tell me that you'll get us into trouble, but I see how you like teasing Arkanov too. So I like you."

Santiago stared down at the small child, his face contorting into various expressions: those of anger, sadness, and back to frustration, and to sorrow, and to emotional, as though he was about to produce tears in his eyes. Finally, his settled into a plastered smile. "Cool, k-kiddo. Aheh."

Immediately changing the topic, Santiago clapped his hands together. "Anyways! Where are you all heading to?"

"East," River responded immediately. Her hand was rested on the top of her satchel, and she beamed a confident smile towards Santiago. It seemed that for once, she looked proud to be leading the group, "Don't know exactly where. But what I do know is that the closest heart shard is getting closer, maybe only a few miles ahead. These heart shards, we've been collecting them for about a week now, and we have two already."

"Heart shards?" Santiago asked curiously. He gave a grin to show his interest. "What's that, some jewelry?"

Arkanov immediately went over to Santiago's side and put an arm over his shoulder. Feeling the sweat, however, he immediately recoiled and wiped his hands on his pants. "N-No, it's a thing we're looking for and it's a long and complicated story and you wouldn't want to hear it. And we must be going, it's very important that we get these shards as soon as possible. It looks like we'll have to go. Sorry."

"Wait wait, hold up!" Santiago put his hands up, and now feeling self-conscious, he began to dab away at the sweat on him with his shirt. "I could help you guys if you like. I'm pretty good at finding things. I found Arkanov, didn't I? Heheh. U-Unintentionally of course! Completely by coincidence."

At this notion, River couldn't help but be enthused by his offer. So politely and in a friendly manner, she beckoned him along to follow. "Of course you can come along with us. We could always use the extra help, and I hope you have some of your own rations with you for the time it takes to reach the next town. After all, you came a really long way, and you seem to be acquainted with our other Pendsborne members, so why not?"

On the Road Again
"Why not indeed?" Santiago asked Arkanov teasingly. He sauntered behind River eagerly as the others began to follow. "As for rations, don't worry, I brought my own. Enough for a week or two, so I should be fine. I wouldn't want to take your food anyways, I eat like an animal. Now, another question: where are we right now!?"

River shrugged nonchalantly, even chuckling somewhat, "I have absolutely no clue! Arkanov's in charge of the map, so he may know where we are. But all I know is what we need to find. After that, we'll find the next nearest shard, and the one after that, until we have a full heart."

Now Santiago seemed concerned. "A heart...? An organ heart!? Oh my God, are you a cannibal or something? I mean, it's not making me less attracted to you, but it complicates things."

River's eyes opened wide, and she held up her hands in a panic, "N-No! Oh goodness no! I am not a cannibal, never been and never will be!" River defended, but in a frantic tone to show that he shouldn't be afraid of her, "I mean a spiritual heart. It's an essence that contains all of your thoughts, emotions, and memories. Everyone has their own type of unique heart. However, they can be broken, this one in particular. And the shards have been scattered through the whole world, and we need to find them and fuse them back into one whole again. Then, we can return this heart to the original owner…"

Santiago's expression remained unchanged, and he moved his head to the side. "Ah... I'm not sure I follow. But hey, I'm going to see this thing myself eventually!"

Hearing this, Arkanov rushed over to River's side and looked at her with concern. "He's not going to be with us the entire journey... right? We really shouldn't bring him along for that length of time."

The young lady turned her head to the man who had run up next to her, but hearing his question, she only chuckled. "Of course he's not going to be with us the whole time. After all, he already said that he would have to return to Pendsbury eventually. But for now, he's sticking with us."

Arkanov winced hearing this. He stared at Santiago's chest for a long moment, and then looked back to River questioningly. "Why are you so insistent on him staying!? He's going to slow us down, he's already flirted with you in a weird way. Do you like him or something?"

Suddenly, River looked like she had just been slapped in the face by that question. Her eyes were wide and a bit dumbfounded, and her mouth was clamped shut. This was soon followed by an awkward feeling crawling on her back, "N-No, I don't like him in that way. I'm just trying to be helpful to him. B-But wait… he flirted with me? How?"

Arkanov was the one who seemed stunned now. "How could you not tell? He said he was attracted to you, he talked about your body, he's made several sexual passes towards you within the span of ten minutes that we've seen him here."

"I… I didn't notice…" Now, River's expression had went from one of surprise and disbelief, to one of worry, and even looking ever so slightly solemn, "It's okay. I-I'm sure its not like he would actually do anything, maybe he's just flirting for the fun of it…?"

"Do anything?" Arkanov seemed confused by this. "No, he wouldn't force you into anything. He's just doing it for fun, but I have a feeling that if you showed interest as well he would go further."

River almost felt reassured by Arkanov. While this knowledge had made her nervous, she trusted his words, as he did seem to know Santiago after all. "O-Okay… thank you. I'm not interested in him like that, but I'm still going to treat him as a friend. I'm sure he's trustworthy…"

At this statement, Arkanov grumbled, "So you treat him as a friend yet you say I need to earn your trust and befriend you..."

Embarrassment washed over her face, as she realized what she had done, and how she lacked a consistency with how to treat the two of these men. Shyly, she looked away, and stuttered, "I-It's just because you've given me some reason not to trust you. I mean… you've threatened Remnant when he did nothing wrong, and you've yelled at me quite a lot that day before. Santiago on the other hand, he hasn't done any of that. Sure I don't appreciate the flirting, but he's been a little more… gentle, I guess?"

Arkanov rolled his eyes and looked away from her. "So you want me to flirt with you to be your friend? Is that what you're saying? I can do that. I just... I just don't like being treated differently!"

At this point, River was already showing some fear as he spoke those words. The anxiety came in form of her hands seeming just a little bit shaky, as if twitching for no apparent reason. "I-I'm not saying you have to flirt!" She snapped back. But then, this was followed by a long pause, as she tried to recollect her thoughts, "I-It's just… I'm a little… u-uh… scared… of you? P-Please, I don't mean that I'm angry at you, I'm happy that you're here, but we don't talk often… and when we do, a lot of times it's an argument, like the other day…"

"I'm trying my damnedest now to not argue with you!" Arkanov said impatiently. "Come on, isn't that how friends are made? You speak in a civil manner and camaraderie forms automatically? I don't have many conversations without arguing with someone. Please, t-this is difficult..."

At this point, River didn't know what to say. She knew that she had just let the wrong words come out of her mouth, and she wanted to slap herself more than once to make up for her mistake. Her voice seemed to muffle itself, turning down to the volume of a soft mutter, "No, that's not how it works. It's more like… you have to trust the other person a lot. You have to believe that they're safe to talk to and safe to be with. And… I don't think you feel safe with me… and I don't feel that way with you…"

Arkanov seemed crushed by this information. But he didn't seem to have enough determination or courage to try again. He opened his mouth to respond, but decided against it. Instead, he simply slowed his pace and skunk to the back of the group so he wouldn't have to talk to River anymore.

When he had left her side so dejectedly, River felt the exact same way herself. However, she knew she was feeling anger if anything, but aimed towards herself. She just had to tell him that, and completely ruin the chances of them getting to like each other sooner. She wanted to slap herself again. But she knew she couldn't, and so she continued to travel on in silence.

Meanwhile, Santiago had stared silently at this altercation take place. He was happy to find the two hadn't noticed him. He didn't seem to be in a flirtatious mood now. He walked over to River's side and jerked a finger towards Arkanov's direction. "Hey, what was that all about?"

River only held her hands together shyly, and avoided looking at Santiago in the eye. Yet, her head was still turned towards him, so that he could at least hear her voice. "I'm sorry about that… Ark and I have had trouble getting along recently, and we haven't had the easiest time adjusting to each other since we met. A few days ago I thought we were starting to do well, but then something happened, and it felt like we were back to square one."

"Hm... I don't think he likes me even being near you," Santiago deduced with a small chuckle. "I know him a little, and it's definitely hard to get along with him when he's not willing to try himself. I think he's trying as hard as he can, but life down here must be pretty different. Maybe that's why he's a little hard to understand?"

"I figured that's what the problem is. I haven't experienced Pendsbury for myself, so I can't tell what it's like, but what I know is that it's extremely different than what I'm used to. I mean, he and the others didn't even know spirits existed, that was just so jarring to me..." River mentioned, now her hand was resting on the back of her neck. But she was able to bring herself to smile up at Santiago, already thankful for some of his help, "I really want to understand him, but it just feels like there's this huge barrier that we can't really get across. Do you know any way we can get past that...?"

"... Try asking him about Pendsbury," Santiago suggested. "You could always ask me, but it would mean a lot more to him if you seemed curious about where he comes from. You'll understand why he thinks the way he does, and he will feel more inclined to befriend you if you show a genuine interest in our culture as well."

The young lady considered this for a good moment, knowing that it was certainly the correct way to go. Yet on the inside, she knew that it would be a difficult subject to approach. She would have to choose her words more carefully when the opportunity presented itself, but nevertheless she was grateful for this advice. "Thank you, that would be really helpful. Maybe I can ask him about it when we reach a place to rest, later today. Or, unless now would be a better time…"

"If I know Arkanov, the sooner the better," Santiago answered. Now, he couldn't help himself, and he threw his head back to let out a husky, deep laugh. "The more you let him steep, the angrier he gets! Might as well try to patch things up now."

River peeked over her shoulder to look at the group behind her. As she expected, she saw Arkanov sulking in the back, thanks to her. So heeding Santiago's words, she quickly reached behind her, and pulled up Blake of all people, "Hey, mind taking lead for me? Please?"

"W-What?" The young man stuttered as he was pulled forward, surprised by this sudden action. But when he looked at Santiago's shirtless body again, he got even more nervous, "Y-You want me to lead and walk with him? While he's exposed like that?"

River simply nodded, and Blake didn't argue back, as nervous as he was about this situation. The young lady slipped to the back of the group, towards Arkanov, and soon found herself stepping by his side swiftly. Carefully, she nudged him with her elbow, hoping to get his attention, "Uh… hey, Arkanov…"

At this, Arkanov jerked his head up. He seemed so lost in thought the moment before that River's nudge seemed to pull him out of a trance, and almost scare him. "A-Ah... uh... hi...?" The man didn't know what to say, especially after all that had happened between them earlier. He figured this wasn't an act of friendliness. "D-Did you want me to carry something?"

River shook her head slowly, and she walked a little bit closer to him. "No, you don't need to carry more than what you're already doing. I just… wanted to say I'm sorry for what I said earlier, and… I still think we should try to get along."

"Oh... erm, it's okay..." Arkanov said warily. He looked away from her, growing a little more nervous as well. "I would like to try again as well, but... I-I don't know where to begin..."

"Me either," River commenter, only now just realizing that he hadn't quite thought this through. But, she did her best to remember what Santiago had told her. She had to ask more about Arkanov, "So… um… what is Pendsbury like? I-In comparison to here…"

"... You want to know what Pendsbury is like?" Arkanov asked in surprise. He could tell she was trying to strike up a conversation away from the one they had before, which he was thankful for. "It's quite different... from here at least. It's quite cold since we're high in the air, and it's a little dreary, not much sun or color. It rains often and hard, which is nice. Perhaps you wouldn't find it nice, but it's just what I'm used to... but it's different to a lot of things about Samadurai. You can't use magic in public... people of the same sex can't show any romantic affection. Hell, makes and females together can't show affection. It's reserved. So being here is shocking."

The woman was fiddling with her necklace as she listened to his words. She still felt too shy to stare at him, but she was intrigued. "Do you miss it there at all? I know you miss your mother and father, but… do you ever want to go back and continue living there?"

"... If I could live with my parents near to me, anywhere, either here or Pendsbury... I'd prefer to be here," Arkanov answered. The shock that settled over his expression showed even he did not expect this answer from him. But he gave an unsure, somewhat fearful, but genuine smile. "The freedom here is wonderful. I feel like I can breathe and do what I like without having to worry about the pressures of Pendsbury. There, you must act in a civil manner, never express too much emotion for fear of unleashing your powers on accident. You must always be prim and proper. But at least in Samadurai I can use my powers and not worry about a flogging or two."

At that word, River gave him a curious look, one of innocent confusion, and almost sympathy, even if she did not understand the meaning. "Um… what's flogging? Is that a sort of punishment? Is it as bad as banishment…?"

Arkanov made a shrug motion. "It's more painful," he said. "It's when you're whipped across your back. It usually leaves a scar... I have some from when I was younger, actually..."

River stared at Arkanov for a short moment. She tried to angle her neck back somewhat, so that she could see more of his back. While it was clearly covered by his shirt, she wondered just how bad the scars looked, how deep they were, and just how much they had actually healed. If she had the magic, she would have wanted to heal them right now. "That sounds so awful, I didn't think that they would do something like that to another human being. And people must suffer that from simply using magic or showing any emotion?"

"With children, their parents are flogged in their place simply for raising a 'rotten child,'" Arkanov explained sadly. "But yes. They're public affairs too. They happen in front of all citizens for public humiliation. It's harsh... and thus why I prefer Samadurai."

"I… I can't believe that they would do that…" River muttered softly, her elated mood suddenly broken by hearing the harsh reality of a foreign city she had never seen. She stepped a little closer to Arkanov as they trekked along the dry ground, "Those poor people… back home, the punishment for most crimes would be banishment. I never thought punishments so awful and humiliating like that could exist…"

Arkanov noted the way River was drawing a little nearer, and he seemed to like it a lot, for he did not move away. "Really? I don't know, I believe banishment would be worse. You would be forced to leave the people you love behind, no?"

"Yes, that's true…" River's eyes looked a little solemn, but she still stuck close to him, glad to see that this time they were both calmer. "But at least nobody would be physically hurt, right? And sometimes, it's just safer to keep criminals away from their victims… rather than 'flog' them and let them go."

"Not everyone is let go," Arkanov reminded, with an unhappy sigh. "Sometimes you're thrown in prison if the crime is of a higher degree. You can even be killed."

"... You have a prison up there?" River only continued to question, able to tell that this was such a dark subject. And yet, her curiousity could never truly be satisfied. She started brushing her fingers through her hair again, "I wouldn't really know what that's like. We didn't have them in Ali'ikai, and I've never seen one after I came out to Samadurai. Are they really dirty and filled with rats like people say they are? And when people say 'rot in prison'... does that actually mean the place starts making your flesh melt off?"

"Well..." Arkanov was trying to hold in a chuckle from the sincerity in her questions, despite their silliness. "I'm sure not all prisons have rats, but the one in Pendsbury did... does. When people say 'to rot in prison,' it means you stay in prison long enough to die and for your body to rot. I'm surprised there's no prison where you're from. How do you put away criminals?"

River had now turned her gaze up to the sky in her thoughts, feeling as though she was losing her sense of direction. Her memories of her homeland had become somewhat vague since the years that she had last truly been a part of it, but nevertheless she brought forth an answer for him. "Most of the time, it's simply banishment. For smaller crimes, like theft or violence, you're forced to be a servant to your victim for a designated amount of time. A guard may monitor you if you're more dangerous than others. Heh... now that I remember it, that's how my parents met."

The young lady chuckled softly as she remembered the story, but she quickly focused back on topic. "For most anything else, you're kicked out of society. If you have an affair, or have a child from said affair, you and the child would be banished. Same would happen if you've kidnapped someone, attempted to murder someone, or even hurting a child, you're completely gone. Only the worst of all crimes, murder, end in the criminal dying, rather slowly and miserably as well..."

"Ah! That's similar to Pendsbury," Arkanov said, though he lowered his level of enthusiasm so he would not seem overly excited over the topic of death. "In Pendsbury, you're pulled apart in four different directions so your innards are forced to burst out of you, like a water balloon. Or you're thrown out of the ship. How do the criminals die in... Ali'ikeeiagh? Did I pronounce that correctly?"

River chuckled again, a little louder this time, at the butchered pronounciation that he had given her. She put her hand on her forehead, trying to keep her smile small despite the darkly serious subject matter that they were speaking of. "No, it's Ali'ikai. Like... Ah-lee-ee-kai." then, she went back to fiddling with a lock of her hair, "Those punishments sound more brutal than what we have, although... ours isn't the best either. The criminal has their hands tied behind their back, and their feet as well. They're put on to a makeshift canoe, and pushed out into the ocean with no food or drinking water to survive on. Basically, it's death by starvation and dehydration, or drowing if they struggle and fall out of the canoe..."

"... How drawn out, and certainly torturous," Arkanov commented. He looked away, sadly. "I sincerely hope you never had to encounter someone worthy of a crime like that. Sadly, in Pendsbury, crime rate is high because most everyone practices magic in secret. But it's certainly not serious enough to warrant drifting out onto sea and starving..."

Now, River's laughs were turned to ones of nervousness, as if trying to relieve sudden stress that had appeared to infest her thoughts. At this point she turned her head away from his gaze, instead staring down at his shoes, and her bare feet. "E-Erm, I've encountered someone like that before. I mean, he never killed anybody, but he did something so atrocious that it's the only other crime that would warrant that kind of punishment..." the girl's voice became even more silent, muted, as if trying to hide her own words, "But, ever since the tsunami, we've forbidden ourselves from killing any of our criminals. Our numbers are so small already, and we can't risk letting anyone else die..."

So much information was flung at him that Arkanov needed to pause for a moment to process it. Finally, he produced some questions, "Who was the guy? What did he do? What tsunami?"

Despite her tanned skin tone, River's face seemed to flush completely pale. Quickly, she flipped her long hair to the other side of her face, covering it from him, trying to shelter herself. "U-Um... he was a friend... he used to be a f-friend of mine when we were kids. I... I don't want to talk about what he did, it... it was really awful. He didn't even get any punishment, n-no one would believe me-"

"What're you guys doing, talking about all this death and such?" said a young man's voice, which had startled River enough to almost make her scream. But she couldn't let it out, so instead all she could do was let in a heavy gasp. When she looked up, it was Rubus, who donned a curious smile across his lips. He had been listening the whole time. What was even worse, and more embarassing, was that she could see him holding out his notebook and pen, with several worlds already scribbled on. He had been recording this as well.

Seeing this, Arkanov immediately frowned, and this simple expression grew in intensity as he began to scowl, and then breathe heavily, seething with rage. "Rubus... excuse me, but don't you know a damn thing or two about privacy?"

Rubus merely laughed it off, while River appeared much more downtrodden than she had been before his interruption, although he didn't really seem to take any notice of it. He gave the two of them a glint of playfulness in his eyes, "I know what privacy is, I assure you. But these are some interesting facts that I really want to jot down. After all, this new information about how this... Ali'ikai, deals with criminals is all quite fascinating."

Instinctively, Arkanov put a protective hand on River's shoulders and narrows his eyes towards Rubus, showing he was not as amused. "Fine, perform illegal methods of gathering information without consent all you want. But don't ask her any questions. Obviously she's uncomfortable about the topic. And just give a little warning next time? I'm sure both of us would appreciate it if you asked before you wrote."

Rubus could see a dusty pink blush form across River's face, despite how much she tried to hide herself with her long hair. He couldn't tell if it was because she was embarassed, or from the fact that Arkanov had actually touched her. Either way, he held his occupied hands up in defense, "Woah, easy there. I can just scribble out what I've written down, don't worry. Besides, I didn't even write anything personal, I just jotted down the facts about how the whole justice system works, nothing more. You can even look at my notes for proof if you're really worried."

Arkanov looked down at the pages Rubus had in front of him, and tried to make out the words. With much embarrassment, he realized with anger that in Pendsbury, they had only been taught how to read symbols and pictures on a map, no words. He looked away and now began to blush as well, though not from River. He was ashamed by his illiteracy, though he tried to act as though he could read perfectly. "F-Fine. Sorry, then. Just as long as you didn't write anything personal."

"I didn't, no need to worry." Rubus smiled calmly and collectively, totally confident in himself. Now, he beamed that smile to the shy young woman with them, whose face still had that pink glow, "And I sincerely apologize, River. In hindsight, I should have asked before recording anything."

The girl simply smiled back at him, "Thank you, maybe we can have another interview when we get to a place to settle down." And with that, Rubus turned his head facing forward once more, leaving the two of them be. Now, she gently nudged Arkanov with her shoulder, "A-And… thank you too. I'm not too great with standing up for myself…"

Noticing the nudge, Arkanov moved his hand away from her shoulder, and tried his best to give a decent smile. He did not smile whilst showing his teeth often so it surely must have looked strange. "Sure. I'm sorry if you felt I was overbearing. Getting defensive is sort of a natural inclination I have."

River's face changed into one of surprise, her eyes opened wide and her mouth closed. Not from being appalled, but from the pleasant surprise of seeing Arkanov smile, for her sake of all people. It seemed as though Santiago's advice had truly helped. "It's nice, somewhat. Just uh… don't try scaring anyone here for my sake, please."

"Oh... d-damn it, sorry," Arkanov cursed himself. He looked over at River pleadingly. "Please give me another chance. I enjoyed talking to you before we were interrupted."

"Hey, it's alright. I'm not mad at you," River smiled to him reassuringly, "I just don't want the others to feel too intimidated to interact with you and I. After all, we're all together in this, aren't we?"

"Yeah..." Arkanov agreed, smiling again. Now he looked wistfully in Rubus' direction. "I don't think he looked all too scared, but perhaps I should go apologize. I just got so angry all of a sudden, I don't know why."

The woman looked to Rubus as well, and saw that he was walking rather calmly, almost happily. It seemed as though that little exchange of words had left no real effect on him. She wasn't even sure if an apology was necessary, even if it was the more polite thing to do. "I think he's alright. If you want to, you can still-"

Suddenly, she paused, interrupting herself. She felt that something was off, something around her just wasn't right at all. Quickly, she recognized this feeling. They were finally nearing the heart shard that they had searched two days for. She reached forward and grabbed Arkanov's arm, pulling him to a halt, "Wait-" then, she spoke louder to address the group, "Wait! Everyone, the shard is here, somewhere. I don't see anything, but… that might mean it's a little buried underground."

"Buried underground?" Santiago asked immediately, happy by this information. He whizzed around and ran up to River. "That's just my forte! I'm a geo-earth mage, you know."

Salina walked up to River as well and exchanged a sideways smile to her. "And I am too. Don't worry about it, Santiago, I can handle this. Just go back over where you were and flex in the sun like you were doing before."

"You're a girl," Santiago answered. "It's better if I handle it."

Salina seemed appalled. "What does that have to do with anything?! Fine, River, you decide who digs."

"Both of you." River responded bluntly. She didn't want to have to deal with an argument of the genders between the two, so rather, the most logical solution would be to have two of these mages use their powers simultaneously. After all, twice the magic, twice the power; she could sense the shard was deep underground anyways. "It's pretty far down, but that's as much as I can tell."

Salina touched the ground again and the rock gauntlets formed around her hands again. She smiled at Santiago. "I'm assuming you follow the ladies first rule? You can go first then."

Santiago laughed with a tight jaw. Instead of resulting to gloves, Santiago simply threw his right arm into the air, and with brute force, he slapped his hand hard onto the ground, making a sizable dent in the red rocky floor. Salina jumped high into the air and slammed her fists down into the floor as well, now cracking it. Santiago seemed impressed by this. "Damn. You became a little more sexy to me."

Salina seemed like she wanted to break Santiago's limbs. Sensing a fight, Thomas called out, "Take out your anger on the floor, not his face!"

Salina pounded more furiously that she had before.

Thomas gave a confused look to River. "You believe the shard is underground?"

River nodded, confident in her judgement. "Yes, I'm very sure of it. Right now I feel it right below us, it's so close, but happened to be in a very inconvenient spot."

Now concern washed over his face. "Are we sure this doesn't open up into an endless chasm that we all fall into and die?"

"Hey, don't fret about it," she assured, placing her hands confidently on her hips as she watched the two do their work on the hard, dry earth. "It'll be fine, and if someone gets hurt, that's why we've got you. Right, Thomas?"