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Disclaimer: By now, it should be pretty obvious
I don’t own ToS…*sighs* but I don’t…I do have ownership of the Redjewels, the
LaHearts, Lanztblu, and some other people. I spelled people wrong, and I saw
some other word, so I clicked on it. It was epopee, which is an epic poem, which
I don’t own any of yet, unless you count Singe’s entries, one which will be
coming up…
A/N: WHY is the elder an ass!? During that
whole time, he didn’t even listen to the people at all, and the judge for the
court case of Sheena better not be like that…But again, I do like writing
Singe’s entries. Before, her importance was greatly reduced, she was to be a bit
like Sardnyox in that regard, speaking only when need be. But no, she got a
weapon-changing-thing, and is a writer, and she has more of a detailed past! She
became bigger than I thought, I definitely must use her again. I think when the
main character journeys are over, and when Fight for the Mana Tree begins and
ends, I will write other things concerning the OCs. Efil is definitely going to
be a surprise, he won’t be introduced until much later. It’s pronounced Eee-fill,
by the way. You know, I am really glad if even one person reads my stories. It’s
fulfilling! But anyway on the OC stories, they will be about the daily lives
most likely, introducing them to people who haven’t seen them otherwise, so
it’ll be easy to understand them. Raine’s Anatomy is also becoming something I
want to write more and more, she just seems right for the part. But finally,
here is the story…
Chapter 18: Voyage to Goldes
After all the years I’ve been gone…
Tahjra has changed so much, along with
Kahlijdima.
It makes me wonder how many memories I
missed, to fulfill my own selfish dreams.
Birthdays, parties, formal occasions…they all
seem of such small value, but when I think of it…
The moments I enjoy in my life are wrong.
I’m enjoying the fact that I’m fulfilling my
dreams, but I am without my family, and my love…
Do I have the right to keep on living?
It may not be my choice to decide…
Flaren has grown up, becoming the leader she
always wished to be.
Scorch has also matured, he’s even found
someone
And Embre, don’t get me started…Heh.
But…it seems I missed eleven years of what
counted.
But I also must keep moving forward, even if
it requires a loss…
I am doing this for my family, I cannot let
them get involved with danger.
Though everywhere I go, that word is not soon
to follow.
I’m wondering, what did I do wrong? Or Have I
not done something yet that’s right…
The more I think of it, the more confused I
am…
But I have my whole life ahead of me, and I
will find the answers.
Singe sighed as she finished another entry, the
book was filled up. There were about four pages left, not including the inside
of the back cover. But she decided to focus on the main thing, the banishment.
Saphfyre didn’t deem well, she was trying to blame this on herself. Leaning
against Scorch’s chest as they walked, she let out a deep breath of air.
“We should get to Goldes soon, right?”
“Yeah, why?” Scorch asked back.
“I want you to be safe.”
“I’m fine. I’m more worried about you, you gave
up some of your mana for me…are you okay?”
“I’m fine…there’s nothing wrong, but…”
“What?”
“At the same time, I feel as if all this is…my
fault.”
“Wha…how can you…?”
“The feeling I have, buried underneath my chest,
it hurts. And whenever I am near pain or such things, and those people or things
are associated with me, it hurts.”
“Saphfyre…”
“And I don’t know if I can keep being with you
Scorch, I don’t deserve it!”
“You haven’t done anything wrong!”
“I can’t…so many things, people places, have
been effected by me…rarely in a positive way, it’s starting to close in on me…”
“I’ll be with you!”
“And this feeling…I don’t know if I’ll be able
to live much longer…”
“What?”
“I don’t know, honestly, but I want to live.”
“Saphfyre…you will be alright. I swear it. I will stand by you, no matter the
cost, or the reason. I will always protect you! I will never let anyone die,
Saphfyre, ever again!”
“Again…?”
“When this person came to town, I was assigned
healing duties, more to keep the body under no harm. But even still, the person
could not be saved, they died.”
“Scorch…”
“I couldn’t help feeling it was my fault,
Saphfyre. Everything I’ve done…everything I’ve trained for…is to protect. The
people I love…the people I need…they all begin to add up to you. So I can
understand how you feel, somewhat…”
Picking up Saphfyre suddenly, he petted her head
as she was still in surprise. Night was falling in, and being in the man’s arms
was amazing. His toned muscles comforted her soft face. She put her fingers
against the back of her neck, which he quite enjoyed. She felt if she was
to die, it should be there, in his arms. He kissed her on the forehead lightly,
his warm lips heating up her cool head. Saphfyre, for once in a long while, felt
at peace.
“It’s nice to see them get along.” Flaren
smiled.
“Yes. You are happy for your brother?” Cresenta
asked, his hand on Flaren’s hip.
“Yeah. Once Singe left, I became the leader. Strange, isn’t it? Me being the
leader, you’d think Scorch would be, but I wanted to be the girl that Singe was.
I wanted to take her place. When Singe lived with us, I looked up to her so
much. I still do, but I have my own way of doing things now.”
“I see, and that is not to say you haven’t
maintained a good body during it.”
“You think my figure is good. I think I need a
few more curves here and there…”
“You look perfect. I will love you no matter
what happens. I will stay with you always, and because of that, I think of you
as the perfect thing in life.”
“That’s so sweet. I love you, too.”
“We should improvise.”
“Wha…?” Flaren was suddenly scooped up by
Cresenta, obviously taken aback, “What are you doing? Put me down!”
“Just you try.”
Flaren struggled and ended up riding on his
back, “Ha ha. This is so much better, though. I feel so tall!” She had a big
smile. Cresenta was the only one where the impervious guard of Flaren was easily
broken. She felt that Cresenta was so much more than a date, he was part of what
made Flaren, Flaren. She forgot all her troubles as she rode on his back, a
smile on her face. She sometimes acted younger than she was, but Cresenta
enjoyed that.
Embre had fallen asleep, leaving a troubled
Raise. She was using her sky magic to make a cloud for Embre to rest on, but she
had to keep using mana or stare at the cloud (or both) to make sure the girl
didn’t fall off. This made Universa laugh quite a bit.
“You could help, you know.” she gave him
a look.
“Okay, then.” He picked up Embre slowly and let
Raise carry her. He slowly let Raise put Embre on his back.
“You would be a good father, Universa.” she
laughed.
“Wait…do you mean…”
“It was a compliment, not a suggestion.
That is all.” Raise then looked off to the night sky. She seemed troubled.
“What is the matter?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing.”
“You are lying, you are terrible at it.”
“I thought…it is nothing. Please do not pester
me about it.”
“If you say so…”
‘Efil…’ Raise thought, ‘Where are you now? Are
you still mad about that moment, so many years ago? Efil…”
She cleared the thoughts out of her head and
continued on.
“I feel so badly that this is my fault.” Lapisa
said.
“It’s not really, though.” Seles argued, “You,
Flaren, and…and even Sheena, saved me! Don’t feel bad…”
“It is remorse…my wings are tainted with the
weight of sin and crime…I have not the right to deserve them as a part of my
body.”
“You’re amazing, Lapisa.” Sheena suddenly said.
“Hmm? What do you mean?”
“You help us, and Seles, too, even though we’re
in a case against each other. You even take credit for things you did not do.
You’re the person many people probably look up to.”
“Or look down upon.”
“What?” Sheena and Seles asked in unison.
“When I was poor, nobody cared for me. The only
people that did were other people from the slums or a few adventurers…and
Crimsonia. She was a very nice person when we met, and she still is. She gave up
her job for us…and that weighs me down as well…”
“Lapisa, you’ve really got to stop blaming
yourself for everything.” Emereld suddenly said, “Not everything is your fault.”
“Yeah!” Rubyi agreed, “You’re amazing! Be positive on yourself once in a while.
That doesn’t make a lot of sense, but you know what I mean!”
“It’s true.” Sardnyox concurred, “It’s tomorrow’s efforts, as well as today’s
that count. You must try your hardest on the goals you want to achieve, a simple
but true lesson, though very corny. But Lapisa, it is true, you are a good
person.”
“Thank you all.” Lapisa smiled, “You are
right…perhaps I have been looking at things the wrong way…maybe the answers I
needed were in front of the whole time…I feel much better, thank you.”
“We’re here.” Flaren suddenly said.
The city was very bright for it being the
evening. It had a lot of room, and Flaren left to move into the city. Sheena let
the house out of the Wing Pack when commanded by the girl before she left. It
was in an area with nothing around it, although close to the city. A nearby sign
said, “Welcome to Goldes, the Central City of Tahjra.”
“It’s very direct.” Sheena commented.
“I’m surprised it doesn’t have some sort of
title…” Raise said in a disappointed tone.
“The point is that we are here.” Dialmond said,
“I presume that the house in good shape. We will start the building immediately,
would you please help?”
“Sure.” Sheena agreed to help.
Work was quick and the hours flew by. Embre
eventually woke up and knocked a paint can over, right on Dialmond, whose hair
was now blue.
“Why are the lights of Flanoir or whatever
here…?”
“My hair…” Dialmond muttered, splashing herself
with water from a nearby pond. The water was pristine and clear, reminding the
younger girl of home.
“Manauille River..?”
“I am sorry, it is not…” Dialmond looked to the
ground.
“It’s okay, what time is it?”
“It is about to become dawn. You are in good
shape?”
“Yeah.”
“You can start helping then.” Dialmond threw
some boards at the girl, who just sat there. Dialmond continued, “Sardnyox needs
some help. A hammer and nails are near her, anywise. Hurry it, please.”
“You’re in a bad mood…”
“I am just irritated, this seems like my fault.”
“It’s not, now I’m going to sleep…” Dialmond
gave a look. Embre then said, “Or help, yeah I’ll help…”
The girl went over to Sardnyox and Dialmond
laughed a little. She continued on as she saw many of the couples having fun and
enjoying themselves. The girl looked around and after washing the paint out of
her hair, cried. She wanted somebody to be with, she figured either a man wasn’t
good enough for her or people just didn’t like her. She hated these feelings of
want and lust, they didn’t suit her and she didn’t need them. Dialmond was now
more mad than sad and continued her work, trying to ignore her feelings. She saw
the one person who was nice to her, who blushed around her, and she saw it once.
She couldn’t believe she was taking out that old picture. It was three months
ago, but she now wagered the man looked even better. He liked to wear red, and
had an awfully long white scarf. The reason she couldn’t stay with him was
because he had a lover, or so she thought. Dialmond didn’t hate the girl, she
just hated the fact that the girl was with the person she loved most. It was a
blonde-haired woman who was very sincere, and Dialmond hated the fact that she
was not skilled in social conditions or the fact that she had some of Sardnyox’s
bluntness. Looking at the back of the picture, she saw some bad penmanship.
“We should hang out some time, Dialmond. I can’t
believe you’re working for Zelos‘ sister. But that’s okay Bye, I guess, is that
what you write? Oh yeah, from Lloyd Irving.”
Dialmond cried at the fact he was taken. She
cried at the fact she hadn’t been with the man. She had met him on the Altamira
beach. And when she saw him, her chest hurt. She wondered why, she wondered if
that feeling was love. She seemed to enjoy looking at his upper body, it was the
beach after all, but it was even more attractive to her that he wore his sword
sheathes with him even in beach gear. She was the only other person she knew who
did that, was that supposed to be an attractive quality. That wasn’t to say he
didn’t look good, she liked his abs and even felt them once subconsciously and
secretly has the urge to do it again, but that girl was always in the way.
Stuffing the picture back into he pocket, Dialmond continued her work, the man
on her mind. Once those thoughts started to fade Flaren came back two hours
after dawn, and the things that ran through Sheena’s head were immense. Seven
days till court…seven chances for her to sort everything that was so screwed up
out. Would she have the opportunity to become the person she was before Zelos…died?
A/N: It’s March 6th when I put this
up. I would’ve been mad if they didn’t let me. So, it’s lucky I wasn’t writing
the A/N, but I usually say nothing gin these ending ones. Maybe if the beginning
ones didn’t take everything up…Hmm, also I just realized something. It sort of
seems like Saphfyre and Scorch want each other when I think about it. I thought
about it earlier and hoped they didn’t mention that, and I still don’t know if
they do or not. That’s sad, the author can’t tell where his characters are
going. Saphfyre’s breakdown just flew off out of nowhere and inserted itself.
Random. It seems I’ve written a good fill of this A/N. I really should have put
Sheena in more. Also, never mind, because I forgot what I was going to say. Oh,
well, just read when I post. This has definitely longer than Sheena: Tales of
Summoning, but three people have that on their favorite list. If You Want to
Bring Him Back should be up soon, when I’m finished, and also, Raine’s journeys
will be updated. I should put that in my profile because many people liked that
story. I can’t believe I’m writing in in first-person Raine though, but it’s
worded better when I can see what Raine is feeling. I do like that story, so
read it if you have the time. By the way, there’s a Kraine story by an authoress
named goatku who did a great job on that. See that too.
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