In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
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Opening his eyes, Mikael yawned, looking at the bright sky of Traverse Town. After a sudden rush of paranoia, he finally realized that he had slept at one of the roofs. He was relieved by the fact that no one had noticed him yet. However, the man had been pretty lonely since that encounter with Jadis and Max; he had pretty much avoided others. He needed time to think and meditate about basically everything.
Sitting down, Mikael noticed a small muscular pain at his neck. "Note to self: Roofs are not injury-proof beds." He stretched his legs a bit before standing up and doing the same with his arms. Besides that minor problem, he had actually slept well.
The boy glanced down at the street, taking notice of the people passing by. "Damn,"[/color] That wasn´t good. He couldn´t stay there all day! Max was probably on his tail right now. Taking that nap hadn´t been a good idea after all. Soon after, the street became totally deserted. "There´s my cue." He jumped down the rooftop, landing successfully on the street.
He was alone at last, but he wasn`t really enjoying it.
So far had been pretty good so far; had met so many interesting people. One of them, now that she thought about it, reminded her of a lavendar peacock. But now it was a tad bit later, and she had just finished brushing up her sword fighting skills. After that bump a couple of weeks ago, things were finally starting to look up.
As she walked from the second district to the first, her hand cupped the small opal from Jadis, admiring the color change it did in different lights.
She let it dangle around her neck again, when she saw a familiar silouette.
Stretching some more, the boy raised his head, ignoring the pain flowing to his brain. The stars twinkled in so many patterns, the sky was a labyrinth itself. Mikael really wondered how many worlds were out there. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he remember the sad truth; all of them would fade away if that elite Heartless group was not stopped.
The pyro closed his eyes slowly, trying to clear his mind. He sensed all the auras surrounding him; from a small bird to a big tree. And he finally heard the voice of nature. Paying close attention, Mikael tried to understand that mysterious voice. It seemed to be... singing. To the man's surprise, he somehow knew the song. He had never heard it, but he remembered the words and tune perfectly. Mikael and the voice sang together, their voices making a beautiful duo.
"We promised to dance together forever, but my growing fears are making it impossible. Our raven hair reflects in our eyes, we run our hands through each other's hair..."
"In the same bed," he sang along, feeling the music flow through him. "We used to play. Us hand in hand, our hands were tied with thread!"
"An unfamiliar face appears with a soft and low whisper. I seize the hammer and strike, with pieces of glass!"
"Destroying the block castle we built, let us scatter. The sound of growing bones is the bell that announces the end to the knight and princess..."
Hearing some footsteps nearby, Mikael went silent, shutting the voice away from his mind. His heart suddenly sank as he recognized the girl's aura, and her voice confirmed his fears. "Antique," His voice was full of regret and concern. The boy turned around slowly, his eyes meeting hers. Mikael quickly looked away, feeling a bit uneasy. Her arrival had brought awkwardness to his body, his legs becomming jelly. "I'm sorry... about the other day." He quietly said, trying to look at anything except her eyes.
Mikael's response to her inquiry made her stoumach drop. Sure, she had made amends with Caxnon and Reiho, but there was still some damage control she had to do. She had the opportunity to do so last time they met, but she hadn't been mentally prepared. Who would have been, running on negative hours of sleep? In all honesty, she had been lucky she was able to walk, nonetheless talk.
"Mikael..." she said again, her face melting into a smile as she leaned on a park bench. She had envisioned this meeting several times in her head since that day he had passed out. Her palms clutched the wood of the bench, and for a minute, she didn't really seem that mad at all.
In fact, it almost seemed all sparkles and glitter and smiles.
"You..." she said, her face flushing.
"CALLED ME A COW."
Obviously, she had misinterpreted what he had honestly been trying to call her.
And somehow, the bench was over her head. Her face could have killed. How was she lifting that bench, anyway? Hey, if she could lift that gigantic claymore on her back, who was to say that she couldn't lift a simple park bench above her head in anger?
For a moment, Mikael thought that things were all right and fine. She didn't seem frustrated or angry, which was good. However, that smile... it didn't look true or real enough. Was she... acting? Waiting for him to lower his guard to deliver the final fatal blow? He swallowed hard as she continued her speech.
"You..." the girl continued, her face heavily blushing. Mikael blinked, slightly tilting his head and lowering his guard. What a mistake. "CALLED ME A COW." Suddenly, Antique had lifted a nearby bench. And she looked angry... VERY angry. The boy had seen something like this happening... excluding the bench, which looked as if it was going to be throwed at him.
"I couldn't finish the word, I passed out, remember? What I wanted to say was-"
He couldn't call her a coward now for two BIG reasons. One, that would ruin his chances of making peace with her. And two, his head would probably be seperated from his shoulders by the wooden bench. Facing angry teenage girls was no easy task for Mikael, especially since Ms. Blue Head had the advantage in the emotional aspect. Adopting a stance, the pyro prepared to dodge the object, managing to say a single word.
Heaven hath no fury like a woman scorned. This was especially true with Antique. She was usually really laid back--but the entire "cow" thing made her mad. Really. Really. Really Mad. She held the bench over her head as if it were a simple piece of paper, and she ranted:
"How dare you call me a cud chewing, four stoumached mammal used for your steak?! I am not tasty and nor do I moo and you CAN'T TIP ME and I'm not some ANIMALLLLLL and I am JUST THE RIGHT WEIGHT for my SIZZZEEE."
Can we say touchy much?
In either case, the bench lliterally flew as if it had wings and narrowly missed Mikael. It seemed it was deliberate. Stomping torward him, she grabbed hold of his collar. "Do I -look- like a cow to youuuu?"
Mikael squinted as the wodden bench missed its target; his head. Feeling that the worst was over, the boy lowered his guard. He had been right and wrong. Before he could say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Antique was in front of him, her hand pulling his shirt as if she was a street thug. The pyro stopped himself from seizing her wrist or tripping her; he wouldn't like to see her hurt or even more angry.
However, the girl had managed to understand one, simple, sincere word.
"Wait, what?"
Mikael hesitated for a moment, trying to focus on something that wasn't the knight's face. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry about everything. Every single time we have met, something had to go wrong. I don't understand it." Arming himself with with courage, the boy looked at her deep in the eye, that being proof of his sincere intentions.
"Calling you an angel was a mistake. Interrupting your conversation was a mistake. Singing in front of you was a mistake. Trying to make him pay for his words was a mistake. Ranting at you was a mistake. Calling you a coward was a mistake. Trying to protect you was a mistake." Mikael stopped himself from expressing his deepest feelings as mistakes. "My life has been full of mistakes... I have decided to come and face them."
Three Words.
"I..."
Two Words.
"Am..."
One Word.
"Sorry."
Three simple, meaningless words... comming from the bottom of the young pyro's heart.
"Wait. You mean to say you were trying to call me a coward?"
Her hands loosened on his collar, just enough for her to hold onto it, crinkle his clothes.
And, not a cow? She took a step back, his apologies like a sharp smack across the face. Okay. Wow. Now she felt like a complete and utter idiot. She was a bit sensitive about how she appeared (she might have been a little bit vain). And he was sincerely sorry about everything.
She glanced up at him sheepishly. "You jerk," she said, quietly. Antique really had no idea what to say at this point.
Mikael couldn´t help from feeling a bit relieved as the girl lessened her grip. Fortunately, that would be a good thing; he did not wish to coexist with the barrier growing between them. "Yeah... I was trying to say that. Look, I know it was wrong and uncalled... I´m really sorry about it."
He gulped, glancing at her as she slowly walked backwards. She was still holding his collar, forcing Mikael to step forward. Not that he was complaining, anyway.
His eyes met hers as she spoke, almost in a whisper. She looked a bit sad and confused. "I know, that´s why people are learning all the time," Mikael suddenly grinned, remembering a joke he had heard some time ago. "Look at mama bird, she pushed baby out of the nest and that´s it. If baby bird flies, good for baby. If baby bird falls and cracks his head on the ground and gets eaten by a cat... then he needs to do better next time."
Mikael was hoping he and Antique could finally get along. He liked her, and he wasn´t willing to lose her friendship.
Antique blinked, not really understanding the joke. A dead baby bird wasn't going to be able to fly. Or try harder. Her head tilted in confusion. She slowly pulled her hands away from his collar, lightly scoffed, and looked away.
"You're such..." Antique said, and clentched her tiny fists. Her tiny frame shook. "You're such...a wierdo!" she said, almost yelling. She lifted her head, and instead of shaking in anger, she seemed to be shaking...
Finally free from her grip, Mikael smirked, slightly amused by her reaction. He had expected Antique to run away or to slap him, but instead the girl had laughed. A small chuckle escaped his lips, following the hydro´s example. "Believe me, I am one hundred per cent sane... most of the time."
Mikael´s grin widened, showing her how much was he enjoying this. "Actually, to be frank, I am not sane at all. I am a mad teenager in a journey to save the world with a candy cane... looking forward to recruit a cow as my sidekick."
Antique tried to hold back her laughter as Mikael talked. An unwilling spot of laughter escaped her mouth, though it was almost unwillingly. She covered her mouth, trying to regain composure, but the flood gates were already open, and it didn't look like there was really any stopping her. Ever have one of those moments where the week was just a roller coaster of emotions, then when a breath of relief comes along, all you can really do is just laugh?
It was one of those weird things.
"Actually, to be frank, I am not sane at all. I am a mad teenager in a journey to save the world with a candy cane... looking forward to recruit a cow as my sidekick."
She snickered, trying to gain some composure of herself. "I can't actually put that past you," she said, then paused, her giggling immediately stopping when she realized that he had, once again, called her a cow.
Mikael blinkblinked, faking to be scanning Antique. He was having so much fun, yet he was feeling a bit immature. Blah, a goofball moment couldn't hurt, right? "Antique... the cow." The thought of a fat, four stomauched Antique made the boy snicker.
"Did I call you a cow? Did I say "Oh my god, Antique is as fat as a milky cow!"? Of course not, the thought of you being a four legged, fat, repulsive and moo-ing animal is ridiculous. You walk in two legs, you are thin, you have one stomach, you don't moo and you are.." Mikael suddenly felt the temperature rising in his body, his face gaining a few red blushes. "You are quite the opposite of a cow."
Mikael glanced at the girl's hair, giving him an urge to change the subject. "Besides... cows don't have PINK or BLUE hair. Having strawberry or blueberry milking cows would be quite crazy and mad, don't you think?"
Antique saw Mikael look her over, and tensed. Then he went into his explanation. She crouched on the ground, dramatically burying her head in her hands. Sure, she knew she wasn't the prettiest girl around, nor the tallest or the thinnest or the chestiest, but she wasn't by far a cow!
She glanced up, doe-eyed, at Mikael when he said she wasn't a cow. "Really?"
Blueberry and strawberry milk. She clentched her stoumach as it growled at her.
Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Mikael watched Antique squat, making an overdramatic scene in the middle of the street. Hopefully, no one except him had seen her do it. He shifted his eyes, wondering what to do next. The boy would surely check Radiant Garden's library next time for a book on girls' behavior. "Yeah, I mean it."
He chuckled, watching the girl's facial expression. "That scene sure boosted your cute-" Mikael blinked, wondering if the low roaring sound had come from his own stomach. Appearantly not. The fire user glanced at Antique, approaching her before kneeling and offering his hand to help her stand up. "When was the last time you had some food in your stomach, An?"
Hopefully the girl would accept his help and stand up. He was willing to take her to a nearby restaurant or cafe so she could eat something. The girl was already thin; having her become anorexic would be something unwanted. "Let's go and fetch you a snack."
