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“Are we leaving now?” asked Joaquin still polishing the broadsword he found.

“Yes.” answer Karlam looking at the horizon it taken all day long to bury Nathan and complete the ceremony of the dead, Lynn had gone with Lark and Milo, while Bsano and Zora remained behind. Joaquin took the sword with him and silently fallowed Karlam.

“What you did back there was pretty brave but none the less darn stupid, I have yet to confirmed if you are a Shadowliner. I can’t have you risk and entire universe because of some infants, kids are born and die all the time, universes are no.”

Joaquin didn’t pay much attention to Karlam’s words, he only care about how hungry and thirsty he was and to add to his calamity it was growing dark again, in seemed like in this world the nights were longer then days.

Karlam wasn’t much of father figure, he wasn’t a family figure it all. Why had he rescued Joaquin not even he knew why, but he too was feeling the after effects of the drawn-out matched. His bones were hurting and his head was spinning out of control but he did his best not to show sing of any of this.

“Can we stop?” said Joaquin rubbing his hands across his face to keep himself awake.

“In a little while.” but those were the last words he heard, minutes letter he felt to the floor exhausted.

Lives in a dream by the beach, clings to a river, lives in a dreams with nothing to eat. And there it was a sandy beach in the outskirts of nothing. A powerful river cut the beach in half sending mighty waves to the calm ocean. This ripples seem to talk with everlasting harmony. The cold ocean brace was like nothing he ever feel before, unique and splendid. And then with a jerk he awake violently from his dream, falling over and smacking his head on the floor, ouch.

“Ha! That hurts…hey what is this place?” he touched his face to make sure this was not a dream. The floors were clean, the walls were light with candles and small beds were place all around the room. He got up and walked to the only door in the room. “Hello?” he said before opening the door, a long narrow hallways was the only response to him. And so he continued, walking in the hallway once or twice his path was illuminated by a red candle.

“Hello! Anyone, please come out I won’t hurt you.” again there was no response, and the narrow hallways give an ominous feeling, as if trapped in a limbo-labyrinth, silent and eternal. Finally Joaquin took one of the candles; like all of them they were stacked agents the walls in small holes with circular iron bases holding them. There about a few steps away was the first door that he seen in the hallways, there was even light from behind the door. He opened the door with a burst of happiness, but he was welcome into a strange scene; a priest sat on an altar, while a woman talked to him, the dark hair man sat little ways off.

“Hello…?” said Joaquin as the women looked at him.

“I seen you around,” said Rina.

“You have? How, I’m new here.”

Rina’s hands were full with small burns and cuts, her hair had synchs strange smell of iron and copper, her lip had nasty cut on it and her clothes were quite plain; dirty work pants while a long equally dirty cape cover her body. “You’re the guy who saved my unit from those strange people.”

“Oh ya! But I didn’t see you there.”

“Well I sort of was there, but me and my partner had to hide. Our mission was not to engaged the enemy but recover a precious item they had stolen and obtained field date on the Trio of Death, but I got more then that.”

“How many dead have the Trio of Death cause?”

“Around forty-five.” said the priest coming down from the altar. “Oh my apologies I didn’t see you there, I’m Father Aaron. I presume you are Joaquin, Karlam talked about you before he left.”

“He left without me?” Joaquin remembered that he wasn’t really friends or partners of Karlam, but he gowned costumed to him and his nagging.

Father Aaron was tall pale man, he seemed malnourished with dark bag under his silver-green eyes, his short pale blond hair give a reflecting of silver in Joaquin’s candle. He wore plain black cowl with melancholic expression on his face. “If you are leaving to chase after him, I recommend you eat something.”

Father Aaron walked over to a door hardly visible in the dim light and lead all of them into a room with all sort of objects, the silent man who being praying got up and joined them. It was there that Joaquin made the comparison the frail and weak Father Aaron and the silent dark hair man were in all ways appositive of each other.

“We have some pea soup, would you like some of that Joaquin?”

“Yes! I’m starving.” again he could not stop thinking how this two men were nothing alike, Father Aaron was silk looking while the dark-hair man give an appearance of power and skill, his face looked no older then thirty but Joaquin knew he had to by ancient, in his dark eyes the tactical skills of battle shine with ferocity. His long jet-black hair was vivid has his garments; his armor was smashed and tore in different places and new parts had being welded on to it.

“Rina what would you like?”

“I have the same Joaquin is having Father but with sausages.”

“May ask how do you two know each other?”

“When my parents perished I tried to joined the White Juggernauts but they claimed they had no need for someone who could either not heal or heal herself, I even try to joined the North Resistance the people who were to blame for the dead of my parents but they too rejected me.” she looked at her hand as if remember a terrible memory. “I was informed by them that my powers were not for battle nor for healing and it was best if I stud away from battle. That lead my to use my powers to create one of my masterpiece and hand it over to a person who could use it, how much I regret those actions. How young and naïve was I.” once more she did the same thing with her hand and when on. “Shortly after that I meet Father Aaron or Aaron the Iron Will as they use to called him in the White Juggernauts---”