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Disclaimer: I don’t own ToS, but I got back into
playing it, with 10x Experience, Titles, and Techs intact. And some other
stuff…just try to get 6,000 GRADE, so you can get other stuff too, like 30 items
as a max limit. It took a lot of battling though, but I love 10x Experience!
I’ve even saved over 80 files of events in ToS so I can watch them whenever I
please, or do other things, like have Kratos and Zelos in the same party (during
the ranch infiltration). Oh yeah, I also don’t own a line in here, because I
took it from the game, it’s about eyes, and Topazen says it.
A/N: Hmmm…stupid Dilvin elder! What is WRONG
with you!? Banishment…well, the odds will definitely be stacked up against
them…eight days till Sheena’s trial. It’s time for Flaren’s now. Also, really
getting urges to start back up on Raine: Tales of healing Left Undone. A lot of
people seemed to like that. Sorry for not updating! But I will, when the Sheena
saga is over. I need to! It was going very well and I wrote it well for a
first-person! It’s more of [what I think] comes from Raine’s heart.
Chapter 17:
A Trial of Decision
I can’t believe this!
I may be from Kahlijdima, but I still have a
good opinion of what is right and wrong.
I was born on that country, it was where I
belonged.
But my siblings, friends and family are much
more important than stupid battling and such.
Me and Lapisa may not be close, but it is
wrong for her and the rest to be unfairly blamed.
We may not have wings, but Martel is with us,
as well, keeping us from the cliffs of despair and sadness…
But then, what will happen to Flaren and
Scorch when it is time for Cresenta and Saphfyre to go back…
That girl, the leader of the Redjewels, I’m
surprised she’s not in the Guard.
And the doctor, she could be doing much
better things!
The green-haired one, I’m surprised, is not
over at an archeological dig.
Even the cold one has her points; she could
easily rise into a marvelous political status…
And the one with the new sword could be in a
career of sword art, she may not be as skilled as some, but she could help teach
self-defense at the very least.
And the silver haired one without wings could
do the same, she also seems to be skilled at feeling people’s emotions, why not
become a psychiatrist?
And the singer silver-winged one, why does
she not leave and use her voice?
I guess it’s because they would be separated…
And no family truly would want that…
This is more of an entry than a writing, but
I should be going now, the Dilvin Elder just motioned for us to come inside.
Singe put down her pen and sat in a seat. Next
to her was the LaHearts, then the Redjewels, and then Sheena, Crimsonia, Astra
and Raise. Lanztblu also was making an appearance, yelling at the elder
sometimes and not caring of the consequence.
“Silence!” the Dilvin Elder yelled, “It is time
for us to judge you!”
“This is stupid!” Flaren yelled, smashing the
desk in front of her, “You don’t know what happened! Lapisa found her wings! So
did Rubyi and Crimsonia! How can you--”
“You endangered the people of this city.” the
Elder cut her off, “You could have easily submerged the land of East Tahjra.”
“No, we wouldn’t.” Sheena argued, “Undine could
help us with that easily.”
“And how good are you at the summoning arts?”
“I would not even begin to ask!” Crimsonia
laughed, “Sheena is able to summon all of the Spirits she made pacts with, well
not with Raise and I think Universa, we have not seen that yet, but with the
others, she has!”
“That may be, but you could have easily
disturbed the mana flow, causing our land to die.”
“That’s…” Sardnyox began.
“So you’re saying that if this land…” Emereld
began holding her hands out and almost smacking Lapisa a new one by accident,
“Has no backup system?! The Secluded Land! I read in a book once that even if
you lost a single bit of mana here, you could easily replenish it by use of the
manauille crystals!”
“Where did you--”
“Would you shut up and let me finish!?” Emereld
interrupted, showing a new side of herself, “You’re older--much older, I might
add-- than me, and you still haven’t learned when to shut it and let me
continue. Pathetic! But now I will continue! You do have that system, in a
library here, at this building, I read that! There are plenty of those crystals
to spare, one crystal is grown each day, and when one falls, it gives its mana
to the land! Don’t be stupid! You should know this! Quit being an ass and
actually do something! You may think your rule is the best, but you haven’t done
a single thing! The people of this city have done all the work, and all you’ve
done is sit on your ass and watched! The books try to mince words, yes, but it
is so obvious a child could see this! So you have no right to speak in such a
way!”
“However…” the Dilvin Elder began.
“Shut up! I am not done yet! Doesn’t anyone
teach you etiquette!?! Your mouth has two purposes now: 1. To talk when I am
done -me!- and to shut up. Now listen! Lapisa had to find her answer, hwy she
had this mysterious blessing…” Emereld paused for a moment, waiting for the
person to interrupt. He, so she continued, “It was a blessing from the Goddess
Martel herself. She wanted to find out why she had it, and did. She will tell us
the details when she is well ready, so don’t harass my sister! Also, you’re
banishing somebody for the wrong reason; WE defeated Oshitm! You can’t ban
them!”
“So you’re saying, a person in the LaHearts, ho
hasn’t returned for years, should be allowed to stay?! A child who runs her
mouth and thinks she knows better than us!?! A girl who owns a weapon store and
closes it whenever she wants?! I heard she even gave a sword for free to
someone. Why I--”
“You need to shut up.” Topazen suddenly said, “I
mean it. Now.”
“Why should I--”
“Because I am so pissed off at you acting all
high and mighty and being an ass fr no reason! NO harm was done! I don’t know
why you’re being an ass!?! My gosh, do you use your eyes at all or are they just
there for decoration!? It’s like your mouth is the only things that runs on you,
for miles a minute I might add! This sword, Elektra, was given to me by the
kindness of people who I now consider dear friends, and we’re in a court case
against each other! Quit being so stupid and listen to people! You may say you
are, but it seems to me all you’re translating language into is noise!”
“They deserve to be banished.” the elder spat
back, “Even if that girl was blessed by Martel, she may have put this city in
danger! And that person who came here, Oshitm I hear, was your problem to begin
with! You should not have brought him here!”
“So you’re saying you should ignore pleas of
help from other people!?” Saphfyre yelled.
“If it will kill us, then yes.”
“I can’t believe you just said that!” the leader
of the Redjewels went up to the elder, scythe in hand. Kicking him squarely in
the face and slicing the papers afore him, the girl went back to her seat. She
continued, “You’ve got some nerve! You only care abut the people in this town,
more about yourself, I’ll say it!”
“So because my ideals do not match up with yours
I should suffer?”
“I’m not saying that at all! I’m saying you are
exactly the type of person who wouldn’t jump in front of a sword to save someone
else!”
The trial began to thicken and the elder finally
made his decision.
“You, the LaHearts, have no right to stay here.
You are banished! We have politely requested the keeper of your house to
acknowledge you, if you were banished, which you are, of the money you owe! Now,
leave by sundown!”
Flaren swore repeatedly and Scorch just sat
there, pissed off about what the Elder said about him. The man had said Scorch
had endangered another’s life by getting hurt, and at that point Saphfyre blew a
fuse and left. He was being a hypocrite; he didn’t want people to die!? He was
an ass, he truly only cared about himself. Flaren punched the wall outside
repeatedly until it broke. She then left and gave a rude gesture to the Dilvin
Elder. The dirty looks the LaHearts were getting didn’t help much in that regard
either. One even began to say they were dirty trash, at which point Raise
appeared and began to beat the crap out of said person. Once at the very big
house, Crimsonia found it was detached from hers, but had a Wing Pack near it.
“What’s this for?” Flaren asked the innkeeper.
“It will temporarily hold your house. Your store
is already inside. Sheena was surprised, on her side the Wing Packs were only
for vehicles, and you don’t need to pay the rent, either.”
“But!--” Flaren began.
“It is okay. There is nobody here to rent out
that house anyway. I suggest you head for Goldes, after you pack, the house
won’t stay in for long.
“Thank you.” Flaren left for her room, a worried
Cresenta following.
Scorch was just pissed, and Saphfyre was yelling
for no reason. Well she did have one, the thing that the Elder said about
Scorch. She put her own life down on the line, Scorch shouldn’t be blamed!
The red-haired girl sat on her bed, crying.
Cresenta had an arm around her shoulder, much more comfortable to do this when
they were alone.
“This is so stupid…”Flaren cried.
“We will be alright.” Cresenta said, “I will pack your things and--”
Flaren suddenly lurched onto him, “What am I
going to do!? If you leave, too, then I’ll…I’ll…”
“Flaren…”
“You’ve become my point for living! You’re the
only thing that I need! If I lose you, I will lose myself, losing my heart and
my emotions, my ability to feel!”
“No I will stay in--”
“I can’t have a relationship like this, Cresenta!
I…I need you in my life! I always want to be with you! Every moment I’m not…is
like hell.”
“But you cannot come with me, your family…”
“Then stay here! With me, love me, be with me!”
“…We need to pack right now, Flaren. We must get
you to Goldes.”
“Will we talk later?”
“Yes.”
Sheena tried to comfort Singe as she was just
pissed off about everything. She had a bottle of Palmacoasta White In her hand,
and a shot glass in the other.
“You know it’s my fault…” Singe said, tripping
on her own feet.
“No! It’s not Singe!”
“Yeah, but I think that Oh Shit guy…O shoot
him…oh shut him up, like a door!…Well yeah, anyway, he knew where we were
headed! I’m stupid, and I screwed up again…”
“No, you didn’t really…”
“Hmmm…maybe.” Singe fell over on the counter of
the kitchen, “I’ll just sleep here. I’ll give my pay in the morning…”
Embre was talking with Raise about everything
that happened.
“This is really stupid! I don’t want to go to
Goldes.” Embre complained.
“Why not?” Raise questioned.
“Well, for one thing, everyone’s going to think
I’m stupid, because I’m self-taught. And I like it here, it‘s so peaceful…”
“You must not despair, your sister, Flaren is in
a much worse mood…”
“I know, and I feel bad. I wanna hurry and grow
up, and then I can get revenge on those who’ve caused all this.”
“Time is…something you do not want to try taking
into your own hands…” Raise began.
“What do you mean?” Embre asked.
“I once knew a man who dealt with time. He could
control it, but being able to see things that happened in so many time periods,
I am sure he saw much more pain than happiness. He told me if we interfere with
time for an unjust reason or to try to change something too many times, we could
distort our own lives…”
“Who was he?”
“When you are older, I shall tell you.”
“Universa?”
“No. The two never got along well.”
“The two?”
“You will see one day…”
“Hmph. Okay.”
Scorch was sharpening his axe outside, a
somewhat calmer Saphfyre walking to him.
“Shouldn’t you be packing?”
“Already did.”
“What about your clothes?”
“That too.”
“Your accessories?”
“Is there something you want?” Scorch then felt bad at what he said, he didn’t
mean to be rude.
“I want to see how you’re doing…I know this is
tough.”
“And how would you know?”
“Before I was a maid, I was poor. I was the
leader of our band of seven, trying to find a job anywhere. The only places that
would accept me to work were…”
“Oh.”
“I was going to apply, but my sisters would not let me. They didn’t want me to
suffer because of them. I kept going, leaving even when they slept to get any
Gald I could.”
“So you…?”
“Almost. Monsters never had enough, and I was in
a state of depression. I was about to apply, when I just left. I don’t know why
I did.”
“Maybe you wanted to keep your promise?”
“Yes. I think that could be it. But you know,
good things can happen to anyone, you must have faith. It may not have to be in
Martel, but it could be in other religions, or something else. Love also plays
into this. I’ve thought about those days ever since I became Seles’ maid. I am
happy that I kept struggling to live. I wanted to die, but my sisters would try
to follow…and I could not let that happen.”
“It’s rare I hear you say something so
softhearted.”
“I never told anyone this. Not even Seles, my
sisters, or even Crimsonia. They knew I was sad, but not how much…”
“I see. Thank you for telling me.”
“It’s because I want you to keep on living,
too…even when I have to leave.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot you had to leave…”
“But, Scorch…”
“Yeah?”
“Promise me…you will keep on living, please. For
my sake, as well as yours.”
“I promise you Saphfyre, and I will wait forever
until you return.”
Embracing her, his lips found themselves
securely planted on hers. She began to reach up his shirt, his toned muscles
felt great against her sooth skin. He brought her rising hand to his face, where
she began to run it through his hair. He was enjoying this, Saphfyre definitely
knew what she was doing. He had one hand keeping her tight, the other trying to
do the same she attempted. She stopped him and he let his hand run up against
her neck. They stopped as he stroked the point, making her laugh quite a bit.
They were stopped by the house being sucked into the Wing Pack, and a Raise who
simply stated, “It is time for us to leave. Your mouths must not delay us.”
Saphfyre laughed more, and Singe blushed. Raise had a small smile one her face
as well, but she, as well as the couple, joined up with the rest of the group
and headed to Goldes, to the center of East Tahjra.
A/N: Nice little ending point from everything
else that happened. I’m glad my chapters are getting longer, and I’m glad people
like them, as well as read and review them. The last sentence had way too many
commas, though.
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