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She took the chocolate, eating it slowly. Her face lit up when she tasted the delicious chocolate.

"Ok then, shoo boy, the girl's mine!" his eyes lit up as he sat down next to her, then fished in his pockets for more loot.

She looked at the person sitting next to her with interest.

"Pretty little girl, aren't you?" He sat her on his lap and laughed "You're gonna need a home. Unless a girl your age wants to see a bunch of grown men in their tighty whities, our choices are down to the inn. That ok?" He gave her a hug.

Cloud ran into the wilderness and stopped to catch her breath at a tree nearby her.

"HELLO!!!!" She yelled at the top of her voice, having hardly any breath left.

Her hope was slowly fading and she felt her heart sink. She slid down the tree trunk and hit the cool ground hard. She pulled her knees up and resumed her crying once more. She looked back up to the sky and watched it closely, wishing she could fly away.

Cloud knew she had to get to him somehow, she didn't know how she could, or if she even could, but she knew she had to. She curled up into a tighter ball and focused hard on creating a message.

A piece of paper appeared in front of her. She focused on the words she wanted to appear.

"Can you forgive me again? I don't know what I do, and I never meant to hurt you. I'd do anything now, to kill those words for you. I need you to survive. So stay with me. I look in your eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry."

She focused on his face, his voice, every detail she could about him. She closed her eyes tightly and the paper disappeared.

"Get to him, get to the one I love..." she paused and opened her eyes "..Get it to Ultima.."

Kyol sighed as he walked through the wilderness. It was very peaceful, but in it's way, was too peaceful for him. He needed to be in a crowd again for a bit. At least in the prescence of others, if not in a crowd. He always enjoyed watching others. He vaguely remembered passing what looked like a tavern back when he was heading here. Trying to get his bearings, Kyol stopped and closed his eyes, trying to remember how to get there.

Rivven stood, among the trees, in the quiet. In front of him, a large shimmering chrystal of ice stood, about man-size in dimentions, though there was no point shaping it like so. Clearing his head with a deep breath, he let his body and chakra settle, steeling himself for his training. At once he let his chakra go in full force, building the ice block continually larger, as quickly as he could at a steady pace, and went after it with his body, bludeoning elbows and heels shattering the ice with their impact, and his hands flattened into palms cut as well as a blade. His strikes came quickly as he built it up, pushing his chakra and body both, though something this simple couldn't possibly take him near his limit, it was good practice. Even though he fought full out, his mind was free to wand; it helped strategize during battle and find what he needed when he could think clearly no matter what he was in the middle of. Is it right to trick these people? I need their help. I could always leave, but then they'd just catch up eventually. I just have to hope they pass by. I... could tell them, eventually. But I will have to do something about the clan... Ricardo will probably be the first one they send, then Chemia, and I don't want to have to fight either, even though I could probably beat Ricardo if I didn't let him sneak up on me. They deserve to die. They enslaved me. They killed innocent people. They made ME kill innocent people! His blows came harder and faster, and the cold rage flared his chakra immensly. Anyone within a mile with much of any chakra ability could probably feel him, and he must have been really loud to, the ice flying off violently and chipping at the trees as he pummeled the continually growing block. But he didn't care. Some memory was coming back. It was fuzzy... all he could make out was that there had been flames everywhere. And overwhelming greif and rage. I could lure them in, kill them one at a time. But do I have to kill them? Is it right to kill them? No doubt they deserve to die, and the world would be better if they did, but is it my place to do it? What am I doing? Where am I going? Why is all this? He didn't make a sound as the ice shattered and screeched, grew and burst apart, but a snarl that didn't nearly convey his feelings came up on his face. Stronger. He needed to be stronger. He needed to do-something. What the hell do I need to do? Small tears of frustrations came to the edges of his narrow, pale blue eyes.