The Great Luna Bracelet (Sakume)

OoC: This takes place right after The Pearl of the White knight. People that are reading this might want to read that first. Ok, Sakume here we go.

Bic: Raziel and Sara had been walking along the shoreline for a few hours now since he woke up. The werewolf still hadn’t got his strength back since taking the pearl. Sara was supporting most of his body and was becoming tired herself. She wasn’t sure how long they been in that cave, but she knew its been a while. She was sleepy, tired and hungry from not haven’t ate since she met Raziel for the first time back then. Raziel nodded in an out; she guess he was trying to keep watch the best he could.

Both of them reached a town that sat by the shore. They were a mess and hadn’t cleaned up any since falling into that tar pit deep in the cave. Sara’s beautiful red skirt now black from that tar like liquid. She knew that whatever it was would come off easy like it didn’t with her hands so she wasn‘t too worst about it. The town people could tell by looking at the two that walked through the streets that they had been through a lot. Raziel’s hair was a mix of blue and brown and most of it hung towards his head coving his face that hung over Sara’s shoulder. Sara’s hair was no better as it hung all over her body covering her face, back, everything it could reach.

She had lost the pink bow that kept it in place, but for now she was more worried about finding a place to stay. “Miss you need some help?” one of the men at watched her walk into town asked. Sara did like him, but seeing Raziel sleeping body over her calmed her. She kept walking not stopping and didn’t look at the man that offered her some help.

“No. I got him. Could you tell me where the inn is in this town?” She was tired, she knew that, but she never trusted others right away and wanted to make sure he got there safe. She followed the directions that the man gave her to a large building at the end of a street.

“It seems that this places gets a lot of visitors Raziel,” the young women said softly to him even though he was dead sleep by now. She was happy that he finally became comfortable enough to rest. A bright smile came to her face looking at him sleeping.

“May I help you two?” the old hotel keep asked turning around to see the two. The old women was shocked to see the two that looked like they been to hell and back. Sara slowly made her way over to the old lady her body having trouble keeping Raziel up. “Do you guys need a room?” she asked trying not to ask them about what happen.

“Yes, can you get us a room with two beds,” Sara replied not really wanting to be in the same room, but didn’t want to leave Raziel a lone more. The old lady nodded and hand Sara a key to one of the rooms in eye reach then helped her carry Raziel to the room. Sara opened the door and the two laid him in the bed at the end of the room. “Oh how much is it?”

“You can pay me in the morning when you two get yourselves together. There’s a bathroom in here and a place to wish your cloth in there also. For now have a good night you two,” the old lady said and walked out the room closing the door behind her.

Sara stood in the middle of the room and glanced at the different things in the room. There was a table by the wall where the door to the bathroom was and on the other side of the room the second bed. Everything was made out of some kind of wood, but Sara wasn’t sure what kind. She placed the key down on the desk sighing a little tired from her long trip. She walked into the bathroom and seen the floor was made from gray tiles.

She gazed into the mirror seeing herself and didn’t know what she was going to do. Everything was messed up from her hair to her clothes and makeup. It looked like a hopeless job to clear herself up again, but she knew she couldn’t rest if she didn‘t clean up. Sara begun washing up and a few hours later came out in one of the hotel robes and laid her wet clothes on the heater.

She looked out the window and saw that nighttime had begun to rise while she was cleaning up. Her wet brown hair finally seemed to have life in it again. She dazed off into the small little bit of the moon that showed to night. The moon reminded her of a legend that she wanted to look into. She wondered if Raziel would mind if they went off to check this out. Sara turned her head and glaze at the peaceful man that slept like a baby. She wanted to giggle at how cute he looked, but didn’t want to wake him. Coving him up with the blanket again she when to the desk.

Finding a piece of paper in the desk and a pen she wrote down the tale as she remembered it; hoping when he woke up he would see it and want to come with her. At the end she made sure to write that she hoped that Raziel would join her and fell asleep with the note under her hand at the desk. The trip took more out of her then she thought and her body face Raziel with a smile that no one had ever seen. It was a soft, kind, gentle smile that was pure from any act she put on when she wake. It showed what she truly felt at the moment sleeping in the room. She too had finally become relaxed enough to sleep in this odd town. She was hungry, but she would find some food later in the day she thought in her dreams.

Ugh... What time is it?... What happened?... Did I get drunk again? Oh, no! Lorelei is going to kill me! Raziel shot up, bare-chested, although he didn't seem to remember having his shirt off. He shook his head, a thick pounding within resembling a migraine. His vision faded in and out every few seconds. He finally seemed to wake up enough to realize where he was. Oh, that’s right. Lorelei isn’t here. He glanced over to a desk, where Sara slept. Immediately, he made a mental note to remain silent. His sensitive nose sensed a smell that reminded him of home. Where… his keen sense picked up a wafting fresh sense. There. The wood.

He slipped out of bed, not bothering to put his shirt on, since first of all, he wasn’t entirely sure where it was, and second of all, it would cause too much noise. He tiptoed over to the desk, running a hand over the furnishing. Beautifully formed, sanded, even! Look at the texture they used, these people knew what they were doing when they made this. He peered over the sleeping form of Sara, smiling. Just like an angel. Then, before running a hand through her cascading waterfall of soft hair, he noticed her hand resting upon a note. He barely caught sight of his name at the beginning, so he decided to eavesdrop, gently moving her hand to read all of it.

Dear Raziel,

I brought you and me to a hotel yesterday, sorry if you got confused. I heard of a legend while I was traveling before about a ruin not far from here. Near this ruin is supposed to be a really amazing treasure called a luna bracelet. It’s supposedly made from the moon and given as a gift to a very sick princess by a supposed prince who had fallen in love with her. This legend is strangely related to the pearl we just found, so I think it may be true, weirdly enough. The legend goes on to say that the princess found new life and also the power to defend her country, thanks to the strange figure, which just faded into the background. Since I like investigating myths and town rumors, I figured I’d give this one a try and attempt to figure out more in the morning. Maybe there are names and stuff. I was wondering… if you were up to it, if you might want to come with me. I’d like that very much. But only if you’re feeling better. I care a lot about you being okay and I hope that you feel better, and wake up so-

The note ended there, and Raziel felt a warm rush flow his heart, making him smile. She had fallen asleep writing it. Well, he wouldn’t wake her up. Not like that. He licked his lips thoughtfully. Boy, I’m thirsty. He shrugged, clearing his throat a little, his vision clearing. Why did he feel like fishing? Wow, he really wanted to fish.

He rubbed a hand over his face, inching past Sara towards the bathroom. He needed to freshen up just a little first. He walked into the room, removing his muddy boots and leaving them by the door before entering. Groggily, he shut the door, forgetting to lock it. He peered sleepily into the reflective surface of the mirror, doing a quick double-take.

“S***!” He clapped a hand over his mouth immediately, glancing as his heart thudded towards Sara’s direction, unsure if he had woken her up or not. No? He certainly hoped not. S*** s*** s***! My hair! He stared at his hands, which were now bluish in color. Damn it! The dye is running out! Stupid! I should have known that if I go in water, of course it would run out! Now I have to find more dye! Someone will recognize me for sure! I’ll pick some up right after showering. I hate my brown hair… He grumbled, unused to seeing himself with brunette locks. He knew he had always been slightly paranoid about his hair and relation to Sakume, but he also knew people would be able to tell her that they had seen her brother, who did have brown hair, not blue. He would go shopping immediately after showering and telling Sara he would in fact go with her. Of course he would. He liked her, and if she insisted upon going on a dangerous investigation, he would go with her. She would never be hurt on his watch.

The warm running water ran down his body. Raziel had not actually bathed in a while now, embarrassing as it was. He tried to remember when the last time he actually had taken a bath or shower was. A few weeks? Yeah, that was right.

“That’s disgusting.”

“What?” Raziel pulled back the curtain for a moment, looking back and forth. Who said that? It wasn’t Sara, it was a male voice, and it almost didn’t sound like it came from someone in the room, just in his head. Raziel waited, but nothing came. "Weird." He shook his head from side to side now, clearing his throat. He scrubbed a lot of muck and grime from his body, releasing a happy sigh as he smiled.

“Ah…” Then, while scrubbing his now-brown hair, Raziel did something he had not done in years. He began to sing in the shower. His voice was not, by any means, talented. In fact, Raziel paled in the talent of his sister’s voice. However, it was not bad, either. It was just a little comedic, since Raziel had never sung anything in years. Although he didn’t realize it, the door slightly swung open, and his voice carried out into the room, surely awakening Sara with its not-so-sweet serenade.

What a sweet sound…

Sara slept on the desk in a deep dream; she hadn’t been able to sleep well for a long time. She heard the song of Raziel singing in the shower, but it only relaxed her state even more. He sung so beautifully in the shower she just tuned it in as her dream. She dreamt about the same dream that she normally dream, but this one was different some how.

Sara sat on top of a grass filled hill in a beautifully red gown. Her long river of hair flowed down her back hanging loses. The very light breeze of air blew pass her letting her brown hair drift off to the side. She sat on a rug with wonderful hand made flowers of all kinds. She could see the smile that her herself would never be able to fake. It was a peaceful pure smile that only a angel could show.

She sat and looked out passed the hill and could see a man. She heart raced oddly at the sight of this man, but she would never be able to see his face. She could never see anything about him only knew he was the one. It was her wish to met this man one day, but as much as she chased after him the more she failed. This time it was strange; she could see the mans dark brown hair. It was the only thing she could make out, but she had seen that hair somewhere before.

It can’t be…

Sara eyes shot open noticing that she was facing where Raziel had slept. She didn’t take noticed that he was gone from the bed. She didn’t noticed anything at all as she laid still breathing hard. She wanted to move, but it was like she was paralyzed with fear. Fear of what, she couldn’t be sure of, but she knew that she wasn’t able to move.

I couldn’t fell in love so quickly with a man I don’t even know. Surely I couldn’t have that much feeling for him.

The thought slammed into her mind teasing her like a little kid. It was laughing at her; telling her that she was the stupidest person a live. It poked at her telling her to give into her true feeling, but she shook her head.

That’s just not true… The man in my dream just happens to have the same color hair… right?

She finally noticed Raziel was out of bed and could hear the singing again. She jumped a little at the sight of him up already. She looked up at the window noticing morning was about to rises. She quietly got up and walked to the heater where her clothes was. They were dry; dry enough for her to put back on, but she couldn’t help, but want to peek into the bathroom. She slowly and quietly moved closer to the door when she heard the shower stop.

Her heart raced, pounding not wanting Raziel to see her near the door. She quickly moved back to the heater and took off her robe. Sara didn’t know what she was thinking, but wanted to get her clothes back on. Quickly pulling up her red skirt and throwing her shirt on it looked like her was in a rush as he walked out the bathroom.

Raziel didn’t noticed Sara, by the heater as he walked out of the bathroom with his pants on and his muddy boots in one hand. “Raziel!?” She said almost sounding in shock. Her hair tickling her down the back she almost didn’t know what to do. She quickly glanced at anything that wasn’t him embarrassed at her thought a little while ago.

“Sara you’re wake?” Raziel said almost a little shy at being in the same room with her. She saw Raziel shirt down on the floor. She wasn’t sure how it got down there, but she picked it up.

“How did this get down here? Raziel you…” she stopped. She wanted to said something bad, but couldn’t do it. Something inside her stop her from acting tough. It was the same feeling she had down in the cave when she wanted to slap him hard, but it turned to a light hit. She had never not been able to hold her act in front of a man before. Then again she has never met a man that was nice to her. He had been truly good to she without wanting her body. She turned to Raziel and hand him his shirt. “Did you read the note that I wrote? I hope you’re not mad that you woke up in a strange place,” she said smiling at him pulling her hair out from under her shirt.

Raziel happened to be thinking about the voice he had heard earlier, wondering if he imagined it, when he emerged from the shower. He rubbed his neck, thinking deeply. That’s so strange. So weird. Oh well, it’s probably just me imagining things again. I get paranoid when my hair is brown.

“Raziel!?” He nearly jumped out of his skin, looking to see her.

“Sara, you’re awake?” He rasped, shocked to see her so close all of a sudden. It almost made him flush. He glanced down to see his shirt lying on the ground, nearly mentally cursing himself as he held the muddy boots in front of his chest, biting his lip as she bent down to get it.

“How did this get down here? Raziel you…” He flinched, waiting for a scolding he certainly deserved. He waited expectantly for a while, cracking one eye open after a moment. No yelling? How strange… he accepted his shirt from her readily, slipping it over his chest as his boots thudded to the floor. “Did you read the note that I wrote? I hope you’re not mad that you woke up in a strange place.”

Raziel seemed completely out of the world at first. He blinked a few times, coming back into focus. “Oh? The note? Yeah, I read it, sorry! Well, I would be sorry if it weren’t meant for me to read it, what I mean is…”

“Spit it out, idiot!”

The voice sent a wave of pain down Raziel’s skull, like an amplified headache. He clenched his head, gritting his teeth for a moment, his eyes closed. What? Who? That voice again! No sign of it remained as the werewolf re-opened his dark brown orbs to the world.

“Raziel? Are you okay?” Sara’s anxious voice came, obviously caring for his safety.

“I… yeah, I’m fine.” He managed a weak smile, puzzled still at the voice. Was he finally cracked? Going insane? “The luna bracelet, huh? Sounds fine to me, Sara. I’d love to accompany you, to make sure nothing happens to you, after all, you helped me, why wouldn’t I help you?” She seemed quiet for a moment, as if slightly disappointed, but the look was gone shortly. “But! First, I have a question, well, a request more like.”

“More like? What sort of grammar teacher was fired from your home?”

Raziel winced once more, but was able to contain the wave of pain from being as visible as before. Who the hell keeps talking to me? No one is in the room, I can’t smell them, and it’s not like it’s out loud. Then why do I keep hearing it? Never mind. I don’t have time to deal with my failing sanity. “Sara, I need to go get some more dye.”

“Why do you dye your hair, Raziel? I… I like it this color.”

“It’s not that I don’t really like my hair brown, it’s just that if it’s brown, it’s dangerous for me. I’ll tell you later, maybe. It’s a long story, but don’t worry, I’m fine. I just need to keep it dyed dark blue, plus I’ve kind of grown attached to it by now. Anyway, I’ve been doing it ever since I was a little kid. Well, maybe a teenager.”

“Will you tell me more about your past, then?” Sara asked, gathering her things as Raziel struggled to hop into one boot, nearly falling back several times before finally collapsing with a clatter. When she turned back to see what had happened, Raziel had straightened, acting as if nothing had happened, clearing his throat.

“You mean, if we get some dark blue hair dye, which is going to be incredibly difficult to find, then I have to tell you something you ask of me or my past?”

“Anything I ask.”

“That’s pushing it, missy.” Raziel cracked a smile. Missy? Since when do I use that word? I’ve never used that word in my life. Makes me like a cattle herder or something. Yuck. “Pushing it, miss.” He corrected himself, wiping the smile from his face.

“No dice.”

“… You’re very infuriating, Sara Wildfire, I hope you realize this.”

“I know.” She seemed pleased that she had won.

“Fine. But we have to get the dye before doing anything, and where are these ruins, anyway?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe the person who sells us the dye can tell us more about the legend.” She shrugged, smiling. “I’m just glad you decided to come with me. It shouldn’t take too long. Where are you going after this?”

“Me?” Raziel repeated. He knew exactly where he was going. “Nowhere in particular.” The village. He knew exactly where he needed to travel, every stone and every path. “Well, maybe I have an idea, but I’ll tell you after we’re done with this luna bracelet or whatever.”

“Alright. But remember our deal! You have to tell me whatever I ask, sometime.”

Raziel chuckled softly. “I’ll remember. But for now let us go and get some dye and then maybe find out more about these ruins and the legend. If we have time, you know what I’d really like to do?”

“What?”

“Fish.”

“Fish?” Sara raised an eyebrow at Raziel, obviously slightly perplexed.

Raziel couldn’t really blame her, after all, he had never wanted to fish before, why now? Oh, well. “Yeah, fish. Just relaxing by the ocean, I think. I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

“It’s fine, I guess. So are you ready to go?”

Raziel’s nose twitched slightly and he turned towards her, a smile appearing on his face. “Sakura petals?”

Sara inhaled in surprise, lifting a hand to her neck and revealing an extremely light touch of pink in her cheeks. “The hotel shampoo. I washed up last night, while you were sleeping.”

“Mm… smells good. Suits you well.” He paused. Okay, time to go. Getting a little too hot in here. I’ll tell her later about anything she wants to know. Let’s just get this quest done so I can go back.

Sara was deeply flattered that he would notice what kind of soup she used. She never met anyone that noticed things about her before. She just couldn’t help blushing to him noticing and commenting on it. He really was the sweetest man she had ever met even if he had things to hid. She quickly turned back around trying to pull her face back together. The last thing she need was others thinking she liked Raziel or even loved him.

“Right… to get some dye and a little something to eat,” Sara said as she prepared herself to face him again. Take it slowly... you can’t be in love with him. He’s just a really nice, kind, sweet, loveable… What are you saying? She took some deep breathes and turned around to see Raziel heading out the door. “Wait for me Raziel, we still haven't paid the lady yet,” she said while chasing after him.

Raziel slowed down and waited for Sara to catch up to him. Sara stopped him and pointed towards the desk where the women from before was drinking her morning cup of tea. “How was your night? Everything was good between you two love birds I hope,” she said with a smile on her face grabbing the key from Sara’s hand. The women could see Sara turning pink again for hearing her words. “That'll be thirty dollars Miss.”

Sara took her money out and gave it to the lady while trying hard not to look at her. She didn’t think she showed her feelings to him that much. She began to wonder if Raziel noticed how much she liked him. She shook her head wildy as she was leaving the hotel trying to get the thoughts out of her mind.

Raziel saw this out the corner of his eyes and stopped to look back. “Are you ok Sara? Is there something wrong?” he asks sounding really worried over her shaking. She stopped and glazed into his eyes and the warm feeling return to her heart, She wanted to tell him off, but that feeling stopped her again.

“I’m… I’m fine. Thank you for asking. Now the lady said the nearest beauty shop is around this corner and down a little ways. On the way she said there a fruit stand where we can grab something quick to eat.”

“Why a beauty shop?”

“The lady said that it’s the only place around that’ll sell hair dye.”

“Oh, and what do you mean food? You said we’ll get the dye first,” Raziel protested worried about something that Sara still didn’t know. She could hear her stomach rumbling wanting something anything to eat.

“It’s on the way so I thought it'll be ok to stop. I’m hungry so we’ll stop or no dye,” she said moving her finger across his face. She smiled seeing that she won again to get her way with what to do. “Now come on.” Grabbing his hand she pulled him around the corner and down the street a little ways before letting him walk again on his own.

The streets where dirty, trash was everywhere, but it was more quieter than the first time she had walked down them. The sun had just came out enough for them to see the place clearly now. While the place they stayed was beautifully kept up with, the town clearly wasn‘t. Sara hadn’t noticed how run down some of the places where, but she was too tired to care the first time. She saw the fruit stand after a short walk down the street. The store with the dye wasn’t too far from the stand.

“Raziel what kind of fruit do you like?” Sara softly asked coming to the with hundreds of different pieces to pick from.

“I don’t really care I like meat the most. Can we just hurry it up and lets get to the store,” He replied growing tired of waiting for her to take her time. She looked through at the apples and wondered how far away the place was.

“We’ll take 10 Red apples sir,” she finally said and paid the man. “Now, let go get your dye Raziel and we can head out of ruins.”

Raziel pulled her to the store as she grabbed the bag of food from the store owner. She could tell that he was really worried about his hair more then she first thought. She couldn't understand what could make him want his wonderful brown hair to be dyed so much. She remembered that he said something about it putting him endanger, but that made no sense to her.

They walked into the store and the bell the on door rung. Sara glanced over the store and saw lots of different things in the store she would love to have bought. She would love to have bought them, but she wasn’t going to buy it for herself. A young lady came out the back with a big boxes and begun restacking the shafts. It was getting clear to Sara they had just opened before the two of them walked in. “Miss,” Sara called out.

“May I help you two?” a old man asked coming from the back of the store. Sara guessed he was in his late 80’s from how little hair he had left. He walked with a cane and was having a hard time doing that.

Foolish old man you should be in bed not helping, Sara thought to herself staring at the old man. She wanted to tell him that too, but she didn’t want to get kicked out the store.

“Yes, sir would you have any hair dye in the store?” Raziel quickly replied back, The shop owner pointed to the back of store where they could see rows of different kind of hair dye. Raziel grabbed Sara that was fixed on the old man, but quickly snapped back about to fall over from the pull.

She some how made it without falling and glared Raziel, but she could stay mad at him again. “So, Raziel, why did you pick blue as the color to dye your hair?” she asked thanking if she should redo her makeup that washed away. She didn’t really feel like doing all her makeup though. Maybe just a little bit of lipstick for this trip. “Raziel, what you think should I wear some lipstick this time or not?”

“Lipstick?” Raziel repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Why? You look so pretty without it.”

“Now you’re thinking.”

Raziel now winced slightly, but kept a straight face. Who the hell keeps talking to me? “You look fine without any makeup, Sara. I like girls that don’t worry about appearance so much.” He lifted a hand to barely brush it across her cheek quickly before parting to look for the dye. “Damn it!” He grimaced. “No blue. Figures. Few places have it these days. I guess I’ll just work on combining colors…” He thought. “Now… What makes blue, again? I forget. Red and green? No. Yellow and red? No. Eh.” He scratched an ear, curious. “Oh, there’s one!” He grabbed a small tube of liquid. “Perfect!”

He returned to the counter, smiling. “This, please. And sir, you really shouldn’t be walking around. You should be resting. You should close up shop.”

“Sonny, I work this store for a living. If I dared to close up shop, I would never be able to survive.”

Raziel pursed his lips, feeling his pockets. “Where is it…” He bit his bottom lip. “Oh, here.” He placed a small rock on the counter. “It’s ore. Very pure ore. Take this, and you’ll never have to work again.”

“But… but…” The man began, completely shocked.

Raziel just smiled widely, taking the dye and shaking the man’s hand. “No problem, really! Just something I picked up in the forest! Don’t even worry about it!” Sara just stared, obviously quite shocked that Raziel had given up such a treasure so readily. She followed as he left the store, panting.

“Why did you do that?”

“It’s just ore.” Raziel replied, smiling. “Hey, pass me an apple.”

She did so, blinking repeatedly. “But, but, that was pure ore, you said so yourself! Isn’t it worth something?”

“Of course it is, hopefully enough to keep that guy off his feet for the rest of his life. He needed it much more than I ever would. Shouldn’t I help those less fortunate than myself?” The werewolf asked, still in quite a good mood now that he had obtained the dye required to return to his mysterious previous figure.

Sara took a moment to reply. “Of course… I’m just… that was so generous of you, Raziel.” She whispered, smiling genuinely. “You’re such a good person.”

The man flushed deeply, holding a hand awkwardly behind his head. “Nah. I just do what God wants.” He clutched a silver cross that hung about his neck. “Or try, anyway. I’m not really worthy.” He crunched into the apple, sharp canines easily piercing the ripe skin. “You wanted to know why I dye my hair dark blue?”

“Yes, why is that?” Sara asked as she walked beside him, facing him.

“Well, I like the color, for one thing. Blue is my favorite color. Also, it kinda runs in the family. One side of my family, anyway. My dad always liked the color. We used to joke about it.” He paused. She didn’t know the truth about him, any of it. He’d prefer it that way.

“Isn’t it better to reveal the truth about yourself to someone?”

Raziel didn’t feel any pain this time, but a tingly feeling in his body, especially the fingers and toes.

“And why do you dye your hair?” Sara asked, curious.

“Because of my sister. You see, she wants to kill me. Sara, when I was six years old, coming back home with some firewood, my family was attacked by werewolves. I never told you. I’m a lycan. So is my sister. I used to have another sister, too. Yosuke. But she was killed by Sakume, who now hunts me. I dye my hair to remain disguised. She doesn’t recognize me as easily, and can’t ask others about me.” He paused to take a breath. Well, there’s part of my past. Now at least she knows. I’m pretty sure I never told her I was a werewolf. Hope she doesn’t hate me.

He neared a flower shop, pausing to talk to the owner, a young red-head, wearing a straw hat with a large daisy poking out of the top. “Excuse me, miss? Have you heard of the legend of the luna bracelet, by any chance?”

“Of course I have.” She replied softly, smiling with a gentle sparkle in her eyes. “Everyone here has.”

“What can you tell us about it? Anything?” Raziel asked, smiling back politely.

“The legend says the prince and princess used to meet near the river, the one that leads out to the oceans, where the ruins of the church are. I guess they were going to be married at one time.”

“You mean the prince was in love or something?” Raziel felt a sharp pain in his chest, something he had only felt before with Lorelei.

“… You… Let… Me… Out…” The words sounded dangerous, almost pleading.

“It’s supposed that he did love her, yes. But that’s all I really know. The ruins themselves may answer more of your questions. It’s not far.” She pointed down a little ways as the pain Raziel felt subsided temporarily.

“Thank you…” He managed to groan, passing the flower shop and glancing at Sara, who was at his side, a worried look on her face.

“Are you okay, Raziel? You’ve been acting so weird all morning.”

“I’m alright, just a little puzzled.” He smiled, nearly wrapping an arm around her, but instead tucking something behind her ear. “There.” It was a frail blooming flower, one that was blue, bright blue, simple and fragrant. “Suits you.”

Sara’s heart begun to take over her body and she slowly moved towards Raziel. Her brain screamed stop, but she had stop listening to it. She didn’t know what she wanted to do herself, but she felt deep down inside that she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her logic and feeling had begun to fight for control over what to do when finally she tripped and land on top of Raziel.

Sara didn’t know why or how she tripped, but seeing him underneath her, she could only look away as she got up. “Sorry, I don’t know what happen,” she said softly with a little sadness in her voice. “Are you ok?” she asked putting her hand out to help him up. She had never left so embarrassed in her life then right then.

“I’m fine,” Raziel, replied back taking the hand of Sara’s to get up. He had noticed that she begun to act odd again. “Are you ok yourself? You’re acting different again and being way more nicer then you was to Talon or me back then.”

“Umm… Well you see… who could be nice to that dumb dragon,” Sara quickly replied back and turned around and begun to walk again. Hearing that dragon’s name pissed her off, but only long enough to walk away from Raziel. She grabbed one of the apples in the bag and begun to bite into it. She knew that Raziel would finally find out that she had been acting differently then when they first met, but she wasn’t really to tell herself that she liked him.

“Sara, wait for me, really,” he yelled running to catch up to her. “What’s the matter with you? All I said was-.”

“Don’t talk about the dragon. He almost got us killed more then once time. So, don’t even say his name around me.” Sara said finally notice they had left the town. She didn’t remember leaving, but she also only remembered fighting with her feeling. “So, Raziel have you found out what that pearl does yet? You said it was going to make you stronger, but you seem the same to me.”

"I really don't feel any stronger. If anything, I feel a little weaker. I keep hearing this voice in my head. It’s weird. Sounds almost friendly.”

Sara cocked her head slightly. “A voice? Raziel, that doesn’t sound like completely good news…”

“Hey, look! There it is!” Raziel commented, rocketing in front of Sara towards the ruins in the distance. He approached with slight caution and child-like wonder, examining the stone remnants of what looked to be very old mortar. “Pretty old, too. Hundreds, at least.” Little did the lycan know how far off he was. “Well-built, though. There was a window nearby here, probably stained glass. And there, that was the entrance. Wow, this church was huge when it was built.”

Sara finally caught up to him, panting slightly. “Hey, wait up for me. Did you find anything? Raziel?” She turned to see him standing just where the main stained glass window would have been. However, instead of Raziel standing there, it wasn’t him. It was a different man entirely. His clothing had shifted colors, the edges of his cloak filling out with a pure white. His hair lengthened greatly, the edges of his shoulders completely covered, the last of the hair reaching to the middle back. His eyes were no longer their dark reflective normal selves, but now they were a bright, icy blue color.

“Raziel?” Sara asked in shock, approaching him cautiously, ready to attack.

“Finally, I’m out.” The figure looked at himself, and then out to sea again. “I thought he would never allow me to escape.”

“Who are you, I will not ask again!” Sara threatened.

“Stow your weapons and temper, girl. I’m the White Knight. This fool, the one who you were traveling with, he accepted the pact. That is why I’m here.”

“Pact, what pact?” She snapped, eyeing the strange man. This wasn’t Raziel, and it wasn’t making sense what he said.

The man sighed, still looking out the sea. “The one you are traveling with, this Raziel, he touched the pearl, did he not?” As proof without an answer, the man took the small item and dangled it in front of the woman. “In doing so, he accepted my soul into his body. I am the White Knight. I have been sealed in that pearl, waiting the day when I would be released. Now, I am, and he has no choice whether to accept or not. Oh, and don’t think about trying to force me to return.” Sara slowly lowered her weaponry. “If you hurt me, you’ll only hurt him, too. And I don’t think you want that on your conscience.”

“What do you want?”

“This place…why are you here?”

“Answer my question!” Sara retorted angrily.

He smirked at her face, reflecting pure annoyance towards him. “You don’t like me. I don’t blame you. Now, why are you here?”

“I was looking for more information about the luna bracelet with Raziel… why?”

“Luna bracelet.” The White Knight stated slowly. “Sounds familiar, somehow. Ah, yes. I recall now. The bracelet the Prince used to help the princess on land. How could I have ever forgotten such an event?”

“What?” Sarah growled, narrowing her eyes.

“I am from Atlantis. The city underwater, in case you don’t know what it is I speak of. The prince of Atlantis, he helped this princess those years ago, helped her find the luna bracelet and use it to save her people. It may have been this… it was this location that they used to meet at. He loved her, but she didn’t return his feelings. I, myself, was close to the prince. Perhaps a servant of his, I cannot recall. I must return as soon as possible, and see him myself. Perhaps he can sort it out.”

“Sort it out?” Sara paused for a moment. “But… but Atlantis is… is ruins.”

“What?” The White Knight turned to look at her. “What do you mean, ruined?”

“It’s… it’s gone. It’s been destroyed for as long as anyone can remember.”

“Gone? But… but that’s impossible… I will see for myself. After this luna bracelet is sorted out. Now, where are we supposed to go to get this thing?” He asked, sitting down on a piece of wreckage and looking at the girl.

OoC: Where going to the short posting part for me. Well actually I need you to answer something again.

IC: Sara didn’t like it, but this man that came from the pearl had her number. She couldn’t hurt him knowing that would be hurting Raziel too. Nor did she ever much like the idea of being with this man. She could feel her hated grow back inside her. She hadn’t felt like this since she met Raziel back on the beach. “Don’t walk to close to me,” She snored as she begun to search around the ruins of the church.

Sara didn’t want to believe this was the only thing left of the church. She walked over to what she thought was the back of the church wall. Everything in the ruin seemed out of place. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she had got this feeling that this wasn’t the right one. “I don’t think this is the real one? It’s seems too close to the town. Plus I didn’t seem any rich look houses in that town. I look the church were looking for is farther in,” Sara said looking intensely at the old broken building.

“Well, where should be go then?”

“I think it would be across the river somewhere. I think it would be hiding in the woods still staying too,” She replied not knowing why she thought any of this.

“Why do you think it’s staying?”

“You ask too many question you know,” Sara snored back not wanting to give a reason for her idea. “If you must know then I’ll tell you. If I was a magical item and still wasn’t found I would be somewhere others wouldn’t look.” Sara didn’t really believe that to be the full reason, but it made a like sense she guessed, but it was the best she could think of. “Anyway let head over pass the river and when are you going to change back?”

OoC: Think nothing of it. : 3 Mine's sort of short, too.

BiC: Lucien felt somehow her response was correct. He nodded and parted from her side, walking without paying notice to her presence, a soft voice replying. "I do not know, nor do I care to attempt to find out. I have my own business to attend to, but before I can work on it, I must help this man with his. Therefore, I'll help you with your little trinket quest. It may give me a lead."

As he walked alongside the sparkling ocean, the waters glimmering across the surface like a mirror, he thought. It sure is nice to have my own body again. But who am I? Where do I come from? What is my name? He wondered. Flashes of images passed before his eyes, but he dared not question them now. He did pay attention, and logged away what he saw. A girl, quite beautiful. Now he knew somehow. He was very close to the prince. So many questions still remained unanswered. Would he dive down to Atlantis once more?

Maybe he would, but not now. He didn't have the time nor the patience now. He first needed to adjust to this body, learn how to take full control of it, eliminating the soul within. One soul inside a body turned into solace, a peace somewhat which could not be duplicated. Two souls, unaturally forced together would be different as well. Hm. Somehow those words seemed as if they would resurface some point in the future. He waded through the water easily, in fact, as he walked, the water itself seemed to ripple underneath him. Why, he didn't know. "Are you coming?" He turned to look at his company, this girl. "What is your name? I never heard it." Unfortunately, the White Knight had yet to realize he could infiltrate the lycan's mind while in rest.

"Wildfire." She replied with a snap.

"Mm. Well, are you coming?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Is it safe?"

"Of course it's safe. It's water. Listen. I'll help you across, alright. Come on." Without asking her permission, he dragged her into the river, pulling her across, his hand tightly in her own and plopping her on the other side, despite her arguements. "Where to now?"

Ignoring him completely, Sara just turned her back.

"There it is, I think. A building of some sort, see it? It's behind that ledge, in the crevass of the mountain. Just barely jutting out, I think. How we get there, don't ask me. There's nothing below but rocks and nothing above but sky." As he thought, The White Knight did not realize how much he still had to learn about himself, and the host he shared a body with.

OoC: Sorry for any mistake and suckiness. I haven't really been in the writing mood so I'm trying to make myself write.

Bic: Sara stared at the mountainside noticing the only way up there would be dangerous to try. She wasn’t about to do anything that may get her killed. She glanced around for a walk path, but saw nothing near by. The sun the shinned so brightly was also coming down. Sara hadn’t notice how late it was getting until now. She would have normally when on even in the night, but she glared back at the white knight. Her eye burned with hatred at him because she didn’t want to be with him.

The sound of the river that he forced her a cross rung in her ears and relaxed her mood a bit. She reached in the bag and grabbed other apple and begun to eat it as she walked towards the river again. She knew nothing good would come from moving farther along today.

The White knight glanced back over after hearing nothing to notice Sara was walking back. “Hey, aren’t we going up there?” he asked run back to her.

“No. I have to think of a way to get