Vahn stood, carefully balanced on one of the sculptured wings. We were atop Mount Dhini, our final stop before we would turn home. The sun was setting, streaming brilliant orange hues over the mountaintops.
Seeing as both Noa and I were unresponsive, Vahn called out again, "Hey, what're you two waiting around for? Come look, it's gorgeous!"
"I don't wanna, Vahn." Noa plopped down in the wet grass and looked at her toes.
I suppose Noa had a good reason not to want to look. From here, Mt. Dhini, you could see far off over the Range Divide, to the hardened shell seru that had engulfed Conkram, and all of Noa's family along with it... save for her brother Cort. It had taken a lot of persuasion from Vahn to get Noa to come this far. When the tragedy had befallen Conkram, Noa had Terra to blame... but after Terra was gone, well... I suppose she felt so guilty for blaming Terra, and ultimately for her death, that she just denied that any of it had happene
"I want to go home." Somehow, the words came tumbling out of my mouth. I didn't want to say them! It was too hard to tell them that I wanted something else besides being with them! After all, Vahn and Gala cared so much about me... so much...
Before I knew it, I was on my knees, flooding the ground in tears. I felt an arm, warm and comforting, around my shoulder. Looking up, Vahn was there crouched beside me, looking very worried.
"Noa, I--" he began, but I cut him off.
"No, Vahn! Stop this!" I pushed his arm away and stood up. "I don't want you to be worried!" I pointed at Gala, who was crouched on the other side of me. "You either, Gala! You guys should just go home and stop worrying about me!"
"Noa," Arms wrapped around me. Vahn was hugging me! "I can't do that. We can't do that. We're your friends, Noa. We've been through so m
A strange looking rifle, similar in construction to an Old World matchlock, but with beautiful gold trim, an elaborately crafted scope, and a strange turbine looking contraption where the firing system should be, was strapped tightly to his back. He was wearing goggles with various lenses and lights hinged to the top of them; able to be flipped into place as needed, at a moments notice. His hair was dirty blonde, his eyes a lifeless brown, but the look on his face was one of pure excitement, charisma, and caffeine.
"BE AMAZED! BEDAZZLED! AWESTRUCK!" He leaned toward the slender woman beside him, hand over his mouth as if to whisper, "And just plain flabbergasted if I do say so myself!"
At this point a small crowd had gathered around him. His antics not so much the draw as the titanic multi-legged construct behind him, belting smoke and whirring with an odd, unearthly, sound.
"Behold!" He spun, back to the crow
It wasn't a question of 'When will this end?' so much as 'How long this time?' that had Minako sigh end in a groan. The pain she felt was nothing more than soreness she felt thought her body. Beside her the bed was empty and rumbled with the strong scent of...
She closes her eyes not wanting to think about it any more. She was becoming more practiced at this kind of thing. After all, it was the only way to remain sane. Getting up, the pale blonde haired woman went to the bath to shower. As the hot spray of water washed over her she lets out a soft hiss at the sprays hitting some bruised spots.
"He was too rough." She mumbles to herself before making the effort of cleaning herself. The 'he' she was referring to was the current king of not only earth but of this...this thing he called the Golden Empire. She shivers remembering the first time she had been taken.