I nodded to show I understood...but, something else was wrong here...I never have had trust for and/or with people. It's a foreign concept to my brain, which has seen it's share of hell already. And something else, too....Miress looked....familiar.
Trust? Remembrance? What was happening to me? Everyone I knew was killed approxamately 16 years ago, on Oxirbe (October) 19th. I never had a family. The only family I had known was the necklace around my neck. And that didn't even qualify as alive.
And as if to calculate my thoughts and intervene at the most perfect time, as to turn things from bad to worse, and maybe even to it's worst, the SOS buzzer on my grey tunic started to ring.
And with that little ring came little ears. Little ears that belonged to a very littleHUGE beast.
I turned to the loud buzzing noise as Cross tried to shield his chest. With this instant, time seemed to be at an accelerando, picking up speed as though it were a moving line of rushed horror music. I turned to Cross, who was still holding his chest.
"What the ******** is that?!" I screamed, lifting him and pinning him to a wall.
With a hiss, I snatched the little buzzer and threw it at the wall in a fit. When that didn't work, I grabbed for my rifle and swung at it, beating it into itself. In a rage, I spat on it and turned with blazed eyes to Cross.
"What the hell was that?!" I screamed.
A nudge came at my side. I spun around and saw that the lead soldier was too scared to address my name.
"What the ******** do you want?!"
With that, he turned and pointed outside the cave.
I followed his clove-covered hand...
And my face went pale as I inspected the oncoming Dark Heart.
It was roughly ninety times Cross' height, with ironed-over skin. It looked as though it had three, menacing heads as it supported it's bulking torso with thick, bone-like chords for legs. It had fourteen of these. It had disturbed, red eyes as it stared down the cave where the noise was generated. Our cave.
The torso seemed armed to the core with cannons, heavy artillery, and missile launchers. At it's feet was a fleet (I made a rhyme!) of miniature Dark Hearts.
We were staring at THE Ceris Town Mother Dark Heart.
With a scream that shook the earth and tempoarily disabled our hearing, it proceeded to it's targets. US.
"If it's not one thing it's another..."
Aurellium muttered when her heard the second scream of battle coming to his immediate left. He gave a paranoid glance to the eminence, then decided against his better judgment, that he would inspect. Obviously they hadn't killed the last batch of soldiers and wanted more.
Aurellium walked over to the bloody scene, calmly, then choosing to stand behind an overturned and rather burned vehicle, watched for a few moments.
He saw a girl trying to talk to a boy who looked dazed, or mesmerized. He couldn't pick one.
After sighing a second time he stepped into the open. Not being recognized or noticed instantly, he frowned, so in a sweeping motion sent several bright-blue arcs of electricity towards the Mother's heads with his wand.
He braced himself as the Mother gave a deep growl and turned it's many heads towards him.
I felt hopeless as I could only watch the oncoming Mother Dark Heart.
My hearing was shot from the screech of the Mother, unable to hear the heat of the battle.
Miress' ranting was blotted out as I could only watch the unveiling scene in horror.
It's feet were reaching up to the cave, a potential death trap for us.
But, before one of it's massive legs crushed us, electricity hit the Mother in the head, calling it's attention to a young boy...perhaps thirteen for his height. I couldn't make out his face from the dirt the Mothers feet were throwing up in the air.
And with that, it turned to face the boy.
The ringing in my ears was soon blocked out by fear of death. The Mother was approching the cave. But, something took it's attention from us and onto an outline of a boy, suitably twelve. He had thrown something at the Mother's head, calling its attention to him and away from the cave.
I turned to the nearest soldier in my group, scowling.
I pointed to the boy and said,"Come with me. Were going to save that boy from the biggest mistake of his life."
I ran out the cave, followed by my troop to assist, tp tackle the boy.
But I didn't remember that there were other Dark Hearts, too...
A very lucky archer from a very far point behind the Mother had shot one arrow...one arrow that impaled my chest.
I fell to the ground, at a loss of breath, the pain so great. It had cut straight through my silver-based breast-plate, shooting through my left lung.
A warm sensation filled my chest, blood spilling it's way out of the open wound as I fell unconscious from lack of air. The last thing I saw before I went under was the Mothers eyes fall upon me, as though it wanted to crush me under her iron-maced leg.
((What the hell? O . O Poor Miress got hurt the very second page! ))
Aurellium gave a wicked grin, most out of character to him, and played with a spark that jumped between his palms. Then, in the next moment, he threw the spark at the Mother, causing her heads to rear back sum degrees, exposing a rather under protected neck.
Aurellium smiled and bolted left as she struck, clawing with an enormous force with one of her razor sharp claws, he narrowly dodged, a rip appearing in the center of his shirt. He grimaced, as he realized that she had cut him after all, and a thin line of blood seeped out. He growled in a feral fashion and was about to retaliate when a heavy object knocked him off of his feet and sent him flying a couple yards to his right.
He gasped as the as was knocked out of him, and a heat rose in his back. In an instant his shadow had risen off of the ground as a full bodied, guardian, that help him gain his feet. He glared at was a soldier who knocked him wayward, and gave a bitter frown. "I was fine as is..." He muttered. He began to add something else when the girl standing next to him fell to the ground with a sickening sound of flesh being crudely ripped. He gasped and turned to her mouth agape, and noticed with increasing concern that the Mother had looked their direction was was heading towards them.
The Mother had turned it's back on me, allowing me to grab Ghear from the rock it was mounted on. I saw the boy fall with Miress as the monster lifted its foot to crush them. I looked around me, looking for a distraction.
And thats when it hit me.
The cave was a building before it was shot down. To my luck, it had been completely built with metal. I ran outside and focused my aura around the cave. This much caught the Mothers attention. She turned to face me when I had steady control over the metalworks, an advantage I had over she.
I turned, metal trailing as I started to spin. As I built up momentum, the Mother walked over to my position, a couple of Dark Hearts following. Perfect.
She was now directly in line, her neck in the fray of this hefty load.
As she lifted her enormous leg, I spun one last time and chucked the hunk of metal straight at her neck.
With a scream that cracked the ground and my eardrums, she fell backward on the army she had brought with her. A lake of ink-like blood escaped her as her cries died down.
One big a** Mother, down.
I smiled, then remembered that Miress was still injured....perhaps fatally..
Dreams come and go. For instance, I dreamt of a purple cat terrorist. It blew up the City of Swiss Cheese; poor mice never had a chance.
There are those dreams, and dreams you can feel. Another dream; a huge scream followed by a detonation under me. I thought I was dead and must be making things up, but it didn't seem as so...
"What am I waiting for?" Aurellum repeated with an incredulous expression on his face. "I'm not waiting for anything." He replied calmly. "For I cannot do anything....Although..." He nealed down and parted the hair away from her face. He muttered a blessing over her body, to save her mind, body, and soul. And then, he placed his hands above her chest as a glow of sparks flew from them. He closed his eyes as a dull shock of electricity pulsed through her body, to revive her. He ripped off his shirt and used it to bind her wound, and tried a second time with his electricity.
((LOL, is Miress REALLY gonna die so soon?))
I opened my eyes and found the boy who had been risking his life over me. With his hands near my chest. Immediatley, I pushed him away and promptly slapped him.
"How dare you?!"
I looked at Cross and glared at him.
"We need to talk."
The point in which the arrow had hit me had started to vanish. Simply like that. Heh.
I stood up and waited for the others to join.
"We're heading south, towards Rouge. I'm sure Gris'll have some missions for us. As for YOU-" I turned to the boy, "How old arre you?"
Aurelum gasped again and blushed, turning away after she hit him. "I-I thought you were dead." He stated looked over to the corpse of the Mother. And after realizing what he said he continued hastily to explain. "And, I have some power over electricity. SO thinking that A jolt of electricity would save you...I uh....Well, tried." He covered his face with his hands and stood up. Then he began to giggle. They were quiet at first, but spiraled out into an almost hysterical pitch. He noticed it instantly and stopped himself, removing his hands from his face.
"Me? I'm 14...Maybe 15. Tch, time really goes by when there's an Apocalypse." He gave a normal chuckle. "And I see that you are fine and well. " He looked at her and grinned wickedly. "No blood or anything. I must have done my work wonderfully." This was a hint of his second personality. He blinked returning to normal, and stepped over to Cross. "Terribly sorry..." Aurelum started, "But, it seems that I'm out of place to go...And since you're going to Rogue, I was hoping for...oh a bit of assistance. I can hold my own...But..." HE gestured over to a few dead solders. "They obviously cannot. You may need some help....And so will I." He switched from cocky to helpless in a moment, and gave a sad frown.
I looked at the boy suspiciously. He seemed....out of place here. And the fact that he was young, as Miress and I screamed at me.
But, before I could speak, Miress slapped a hand over my mouth and smiled.
Before Cross could screw things up by opening his mouth, I slapped my hand accross his face and turned to the boy. I walked up to him, to the point where my chest was almost touching his and asked in a low tone, "What is your name, boy?"