| I could not rest. The thoughts of that shadow covering all of Synth made me restless as I laid there staring at the wall. Cromwell and Kitrun slept across the room and seemed to be not disturbed by how fragile our quest really was. I stirred and stared at the ceiling; it seemed almost fascinating to me. �Rest, Zedaine.� Cromwell ordered as I gazed at him. �Do not worry, the restlessness will pass. We will arrive soon, friend; very soon.� I sighed and turned back to the wall. Closing my wary eyes, I could only see the darkness and it startled me for a moment. When the shock passed, I suddenly grew tired and seemed to slip into a deep sleep I had never felt. I knew what would come. �Zedaine.� The voice called as it always did. It seemed so close but, yet, so far. �Zedaine.� Now, the voice seemed more familiar than ever before. It stuck with me; even during the day, I could hear it in my mind. It called for me all the time as though a warning from deep within myself. �What is your name?� I yelled loudly, for I longed to know. �Why is it you are here?� �Zedaine.� The voice whispered but it also echoed loudly. I could also feel its immortal pain. �Zedaine.� I could see the orange-yellowish light begin to emit from the black. �I have come for you.� �Please,� I almost seemed to plea to the voice, �reveal yourself to me! Tell me why you haunt me so!� �Zedaine.� I shuddered from the mere mention of my name. �You have to come with me, Zedaine.� �Please, I have to know who you are!� �You must stay.� The figure appeared again and I could almost see the person�s face. The same thing happened every time I slept. �Don�t resist it, Zedaine. It�s the only way.� The blackened figure reached out a pale hand. �You cannot leave.� The light disappeared and I was suddenly engulfed in the darkness. I searched desperately for the shrouded figure but with no prevail. I could hear a scream from somewhere in the blackness. I bolted upright and opened my eyes. My body shook from my dream. I seemed as though a child disturbed by a nightmare. I wiped my hand across my forehead and slowly stood on the floor. �Dare I ask, boss?� Kitrun commented as he stood within the doorframe. �You look worse this time. I hope your dreams soften.� �I hope so.� I stretched my arms and grabbed my sword off of the floor. �It haunts me.� I fastened the leather strap of the sheath around my waist. �I wish I knew what it was all about.� �Maybe you�ll find out.� He paused as I slipped on my shoes. �I just came to tell you that we�re about to dock Marthor at Steckan Port. Cromwell suggested that I wake you.� ��Cromwell suggested�?� I stared oddly at him as I approached the door. �He is a strange one.� �I suppose he is,� Kitrun and I walked down the short hall and ascended the stairs that led to the deck, �but he does know more of this quest than we do.� �You�re right but there is something else there, Kitrun.� I could see Cromwell against the railing again as he stared into the distance. �There�s something more to him than he will say.� We approached Cromwell but he did not turn to speak to us. Something was bothering him but we knew not what. I guessed that he was about to tell us. �Your empty thoughts and words do not much but sting, for within your mind it�s poison,� he still stared straight as we approached and gripped the railing on both sides of him, �and poison kills everything.� I stared at him, wanting to know more about him. �There is one crime in my book that means death for anyone,� he gazed toward sme, �betrayal.� I swallowed hard as I suddenly grew tense. �I should never betray you, Cromwell.� I tried to calm down. �You are our only hope.� �I know your heart, Zedaine, for I know what it is you seek.� He stared back to the distance. �You want an answer I cannot give you to the questions you cannot ask, for the poison in my mind shall never end and I wish not to share my troubles with you.� �But I want you to, Cromwell; I want to know more about you, for I need to know you. If I do not know you, how am I supposed to trust you?� He gazed back to me solemnly. �Why is it you cannot tell us yourself? What are you trying to hide?� �I hide nothing except for my past, for it is not something I am proud of. I will reveal it to you but no now. I must learn to trust you before I can explain more of you.� I sighed and stared out to the distance. �I am sorry, my friend.� �You say that I must earn your trust,� I could feel Kitrun staring at me, �but I think you want it.� I stared back at him and I could feel his gaze as I spoke. �I feel that you want my trust but you�re just too frightened to try and earn it.� He released the railing and turned toward me. �It�s okay, though, Cromwell, because I want your trust, too.� I could feel his uneasiness. �We have to trust each other in order to succeed. I know how you feel.� �You know nothing.� His voice quivered as he pointed at me. �You understand nothing.� His hands shook terribly as he spoke. �We would if you would only let us.� Kitrun decided to join our brawl. �You could never understand.� He lowered his hand and a strong gust swept past us. �You could never have the burden I have been placed with nor the experiences and death I�ve had to face. So, how could you ever understand?� �But we have.� Cromwell and I stared at Kitrun. �Yes, we have not experienced a past of lies nor a future of deception but we are all placed with the burden of truth and trust. The three of us are placed with the safety of all of Synth.� Kitrun released the railing and stepped closer to us. �I now understand it all.� He gestured. �We may not have experienced what it is to fall at the hands of a friend but we have experienced the terror of defeat. We have all now watched as a friend faded away.� Kitrun grinned. �And now we do understand.� �You understand the value of the journey but not your lives.� Cromwell turned and walked toward the bridge. �When you do, you may talk about it more with me.� I opened my mouth to respond but stopped before I uttered a word. The value of our lives? I thought to myself as I stared at the nearing platform. The Vespani began to gently slow down and it floated to a stop next to the wooden deck. What is the value of our lives? I paused and watched as Cromwell slowly descended the wooden ramp. Kitrun grasped my arm and began to pull me toward the ramp. �We must hurry, boss.� Kitrun stated as we slowly walked down the ramp. �There are only a few hours till dusk.� I spotted Cromwell standing beside a merchant with three Melancholy Dragons. �There is no time to waste.� �Come.� Cromwell climbed onto the back of a red dragon and motioned to the other two. �These shall aid us and make our journey faster. Though the smallest of their kind, Melancholy Dragons are swift, even with riders.� We knew what he meant, for Melancholy Dragons were the size of a full-grown steed with the strength of a thousand dragons. I slowly mounted the green creature as Kitrun climbed aboard the black one. Their scales were cold as they began to slowly trot toward the sun. I could hear Kitrun sigh beside me as I turned to stare at Cromwell. �Are you sure we will reach the valley by midnight?� I was skeptical but knew it had to be done. �There are many turmoils and obstacles between Steckan Port and oir Vert.� He nodded solemnly with a strange silence as yet another gust flew rapidly past us. �The Sleeping Forest�� �Yes,� Cromwell stopped his dragon suddenly and Kitrun and I halted ours, �forbidden lands.� He paused and bowed his head. �Who is that woman?� A male voice echoed in his mind. �Why has she been following us?� �When she wakes�� Cromwell�s hands began to tremble slightly and he raised one to his sweaty brow. �Althenia,� Cromwell replied and a flash of green light erupted within his memories, �that is the follower of darkness herself, Mellon,� a picture flashed through his mind of himself and another man in the Sleeping Forest, �and she�s come to try and take one of us. We must not give into her power!� �Cromwell,� Kitrun dared not approach him, even on the back of his dragon, �are you all right?� �She�s beautiful, Cromwell.� ��she takes it all.� Cromwell gently shook his head. He sighed, still trembling, and stared up at us. �There is no way to travel around the wood.� We all forced our dragons to move forward as Cromwell glanced around. �There are impassable mountains on either side. It seems,� he drew in a deep breath, �it seems we shall have to pass through the Forbidden Wood. There is no mercy, even for the heroes of the light.� I watched as his hand still trembled. �Cromwell,� I stared up at him with accusing eyes, �did something happen in the Sleeping Forest,� I paused as he gazed over at me, �and at Leau?� He cleared his throat softly. �Many things have happened in many places.� He stared. �But, yes, things did happen � horrible things.� He slowly gazed back to the horizon. �My companion and I started our journey at Leau, also. Being there tortures me but I knew it had to be done. Everything was still together when we left the island � not like this journey. My companion lasted to the valley entrance.� He sighed uneasily and a strong gust of wind almost knocked me off of my ride. �Worse things began to happen when we reached the Forbidden Wood. Althenia began to appear to us and he was enchanted by her spell. I knew then that there could be no hope of saving him.� Another gust forced past us. �That was where he left me. The Forbidden Wood was my friend�s last stand and the last place he was himself.� �I�m so sorry, Cromwell.� I grasped the reigns tighter. �I know this must be hard for you.� He gazed sadly toward me. �But, don�t worry, we will avenge those who have fallen to Althenia.� �We must ride faster.� We all kicked the side of our dragon and they jerked forward. �We are burning time, friends. If we do not pass through the Forbidden Wood by dusk, we will never arrive at Soir Vert before midnight.� There seemed to be a type of sadness in his voice that echoed higher than the determination. I could almost feel him crying as we galloped through that lonely night. We were galloping toward our fate � our destiny and it seemed as though we may make it in time. But, there was something disturbing that hung in my mind. �Cromwell,� I gazed toward him and noticed he was already staring at me, �what will happen should we defeat Althenia?� �Everything,� he stared back toward the approaching trees with the sun setting slowly behind them, �will go back as it was before. It will be as though she had never touched Synth.� �But,� I stared toward the colorful sunset, �what shall happen to you?� I could see his chest quiver as he took a deep breath and I could see his arms tremble slightly. �Do not grow concerns for me. What happens to me afterward has nothing to do with either of you.� He bowed his head. �It�s not as if I will die,� he gazed sadly back toward me, �I have already been there.� He shook his head. �I suppose I may leave � disappear into the light of sleep; but, what if I don�t?� There was fear deep within his voice as he quivered again. �What if I keep wandering?� He placed a hand on his face. �I have a hate of thinking about it, for I am scared of what may come.� �If you are scared so much of it,� Kitrun spoke gently, �why is it you make the journey so many times? Doesn�t the fear make you want to stay far away?� Cromwell stared back up to the sun that had almost set below the trees. �Perhaps it is because I am tired of being an Oghast. I have been wandering for ages � thousands of years, I have been here. I have followed this path for too long and it�s ended in failure.� The fading light cast eerie glow on his face. �I was there when Aelthanor and Loch were taken from Flottantville and when Anstere and Victor were taken from the Cour de Fa�.� He stared back toward us. �I have watched them fall one by one to her and I have fallen with strangers for centuries.� We slowed our rides as the trees grew ever closer. �I am tired of watching Synthians slowly slip into darkness by her hands.� Our dragons stopped at the forest edge as though they were too scared to move on. We slowly climbed down and walked toward the trees, glowing an eerie green light. The green seemed to be breathing and the forest pulsated with life. Cromwell stared frighteningly as the wood and, after hesitating, entered the green light. I followed close behind with Kitrun, who seemed almost reluctant to go. The breathing grew deeper as we approached Cromwell who had stopped at a thick brush that seemed to be blocking our way. We stopped next to him. He seemed as though waiting for something. �What are we doing, Cromwell?� I questioned as I stared at him. �Why have we stopped?� �We must wait,� Cromwell replied solemnly, �for the spirit of the wood to allow us through her forest.� A whistling grew on the wind and the breathing around seemed to almost halt as the green light slowly faded away into the darkness of the night. A strong gust flew past us as we stared around the canopy. �Why hast thou cometh?� A lonely voice called to us through the leaves and branches. �What seeketh thou in my green?� �We come to pass through.� Cromwell responded as he stared at the brush. �We mean not to stay. We only wish for passage to the other side.� �Thou voice art familiar.� There was a short pause as a gust circled him. �Hast thou been in this place before?� �I have.� Cromwell bowed his head. �Many times I have been in this wood.� �Aye,� a light gathered behind us and we turned to face the glow, �I remember thee from days past.� A figure appeared behind us. �Why hast thou returned?� The figure was of a woman � a faerie with green wings. Her eyes were deep purple and almost enchanted and she wore a strange pendant of an eye around her neck. He long whitish-blond hair swung in the traveling wind. We stared at her as she stopped toward us. �I must make this journey again.� Cromwell stared at the faerie. �I must take another chance to save Synth from the darkness.� She raised a hand toward Cromwell. �I canst feel thou sadness.� She placed her hand on his cheek. Cromwell neither flinched nor stepped away and I stared oddly. �The journey must be hard on thou, for thou alwayst seemst to be disgraced.� She stared deep into his eyes. �I am sorry about thou friend, Mellon.� �Please,� he grasped her hand, �don�t. I wish not to mourn longer for Mellon. He has gone from here.� �Yes,� she still stared in his eyes as he held her hand close to his chest, �I did not mean to bring distress. Please, forgiveth me.� Cromwell bowed his head and closed his eyes. �I knowst that thou hast lost dear friends. I was ignorant to question.� �No,� Cromwell stared into her eyes as Kitrun and I watched on, �you meant no harm � I know this. I also know that I may lose more as I�ve lost Mellon,� he paused as she stepped toward him, �and you. I�ve accepted the fact that I may lose many but some will always be here.� Her hand rested on his heart. Kitrun and I suddenly knew what Cromwell�s sadness really was. �But, that is not why I have come.� �I knowst this but thou hast been gone so long.� She sighed. �But thou hast my passing to go.� A rustling grew behind us. �Saveth us from Althenia.� We turned to face the brush as it separated to a rocky path. �I love you.� Cromwell whispered almost inaudibly as we turned back toward him. The faerie was gone. �Thank you for all your help.� I could feel his sadness. �I am so sorry, Cromwell.� I bowed my head as he turned toward us. �I had no idea that�� �Don�t.� He interrupted as he began to walk down the path with us following close behind. �There is nothing you can do but mourn and I wish you would not.� Our pace was quick as we moved through the trees. �But we have taken too long in the wood and must hurry to the valley.� �Who was she?� Kitrun asked as he stared remorsefully. �What was that faerie�s name?� Cromwell took a deep breath as a few tears slid down his cheeks. �Her name is Kidakashda and she is the Guardian of the Wood.� He wiped the wetness from his cheeks. �We were with each other once before she was taken from me. The Cour de Fa� forced her to guard the wood from Gollethen.� Another tear fell down his face. �I understand that she had to leave because the Council made her but I still cannot understand why they chose her.� There was a short pause and then Cromwell balled his fist. �She is a fa� and I am a Civil. Why could I not see it before?� �Cromwell,� I stepped closer to him, �you two will be together one day, I know it.� He gazed up at me. �Please, don�t fall apart because you are the only one keeping this journey together. If you go, all Synth will fall to darkness.� �He is right, friend.� Kitrun added as he gazed at Cromwell who stared strongly at him. �If you should go, we would not have the strength to finish this. I still think I may not be able to fight Makaei, none-the-less kill him. We need you here.� �Then, I shall stay for Synth.� He stared back toward the trees that stood around us. �Plus, it is my sworn duty and vengeance shall be awarded. I shall stay.� �Are you sure,� Kitrun bowed his head, �that there is no way that we could save Makaei?� �Yes, Kitrun, I am sure. Makaei must die for us to reach Althenia, for he will protect his goddess at all costs. There is no other way for us. If we keep him alive, we will fail.� �Cromwell,� I was curious about an earlier statement that he had made, �when you said that you had watched Aelthanor and Loch fall in Flottantville, how long ago was that?� �Two ages and five hundred years.� He slowed his pace. �I fell to Althenia a hundred years before. I have been wandering for that long � thousands of years.� He gazed toward me sadly. �I am tired and need rest. If we win our battle, I will finally get to sleep. I haven�t been able to rest in over five thousand years.� �I will not fall,� I responded with determination, �and I shall let you rest. You have become a friend to us and I will help you, Cromwell. Maybe,� I paused, �maybe you will even join Kidakashda one day.� �Perhaps I will.� He sighed sadly. �Kidakashda is all that I want before I go. If I am to have my eternal rest, I want to spend it with her.� �Cromwell,� Kitrun�s emotions surged with sadness, �I hope you find her. I hope that Kidakashda and you will be together again.� Cromwell stopped and stared back to the green glow within a clearing behind us. Kitrun and I kept walking � a type of sadness hung in the air. �I will come back.� He lifted his blade onto his shoulder as he cried. �I will return for you � I promise.� He stared for a moment with a remorseful gaze before turning back to join us. �I knowst thou will.� The voice flowed from the trees for a time that should be our last for this journey. �I believeth in thee, Cromwell of Vlakorados.� I could hear him sigh behind us and sob once before approaching us. We both knew that he was breaking down but we also knew that he would still be the strongest of our forlorn group. I had befriended him from the start while Kitrun and Makaei had questioned his truthfulness. I gazed toward Kitrun as he kicked a small marble stone. �Are you all right, Kitrun?� He had his head bowed and I gazed at him. �You seem more lost to us than Makaei is right now.� �I cannot fight him, boss.� Kitrun placed a hand on the heel of his shotgun. �No matter what orders you give, I don�t think that I can fight Makaei. I mean, we have certain pacts and bonds made that I don�t think I can break.� I sighed and we both stared straight ahead. �He will not die at my hands, Zedaine. I will not allow it to happen. His blood will not stain my hands.� �I understand you, Kitrun, and I do feel that I could not have his death on my head, either. If we are to win our battle, we must trust Cromwell and find someway to destroy Makaei.� Kitrun stared up at me. �I know it sounds awful but you know as well as I that it must be dome for Synth to be safe and not swallowed by the darkness.� �Listen, Kitrun,� Cromwell walked beside him, �if we allow Makaei to live, yes, we could reach and fight Althenia but we would not win because her power would be too great. If we tried to turn and destroy Makaei after attacking her, they would both easily destroy us. We would never survive if we allow Makaei to live.� A strong gust of wind flew through the trees. �I understand your bond with him because I had a similar bond with Mellon. You must understand, some bonds have to be broken in order for others to be renewed.� Kitrun had a burrowing string of guilt within him. �But, do not fear, for I will destroy him if you or Zedaine cannot.� �Cromwell,� I slightly cringed as he spoke my name, �is there any way that we may have met before? Your voice seems so familiar to me.� �It is highly unlikely.� He gazed toward me but then stared back to the green ahead of us. �I have been an Oghast for many ages and I have not the time to mingle with Synthians not on my quest.� He sighed. �It is a meaningless effort to try and gain companions if you shall depart them in one way or another. Do you understand?� �Yes, but I still feel that I�ve known you somewhere before.� �Boss,� Kitrun stared ahead, �we should not be here now.� He gazed at Cromwell. �The valley is not what it used to be. After the Battle of the Four Worlds, the valley was infested with Gollethen warriors.� We all stopped as we stared past the edge of the trees. �It is not safe past the woodland border.� �I know this, Kitrun.� Cromwell stared straight into the valley. �Remember, I have traveled this same path many times.� He gazed down at the dirt path at our feet. �I�ve worn the road to failure.� He sighed as we began walking down the soil road. �Soir Vert has a short mountain range on this side which would take days to climb and longer to travel around. There is an air-station nearby that has a port in the south of Soir Vert. If we use a ship, we should make it to Soir Vert just by midnight,� he gazed toward us, �as long as there are no problems before then.� There was a bird on the air somewhere, for I could hear it calling to us as we tromped through the valley. The sky was blotted with black clouds that almost seemed to be following us. There was nothing more we could do, I know that now, than hope that we reached the valley in time. �Do not disgrace yourself, Zedaine.� Cromwell stared at me as though in pity. �If you disgrace yourself, your hope will fade and, in this journey, hope is the greatest weapon because it can only be diminished by one�s self.� He stared back to the road ahead. �If you lose your hope, your spirit is more vulnerable to the darkness that is coming and you would fall fast.� He took a deep breath. �Always have hope even if the odds are bad, for your hope is a light within your spirit. That light will weaken Althenia�s darkness for a while and you can remain yourself. If that light fades so much as a glimmer, you will know what it is like to be taken by darkness.� �How is it that you always know what I am thinking?� I stared oddly at him. �Is that power shared by all Oghasts or is it just you?� �I have always had this gift.� Cromwell smirked. �It seemed to be useful for me because I knew what my enemies planned but now it is a curse, for I know what people think of me and I feel their fear.� He glanced at me. �Not many are willing to befriend an Oghasts. It seems we are not the most accepted beings on Synth even though we are there.� He grinned. �I know your poison, Zedaine � your mind is riddled with it.� He stared oddly as though beckoning to me. �As I�ve said before, your empty thoughts and words do not much but sting. For within your mind it�s poison,� his blade scratched the ground, �and poison kills everything.� �You are very wise, Cromwell.� Kitrun spoke in a praising voice. �Is it your ages of wandering � watching those around you and learning their mistakes - that causes you to be so knowledgeable?� Cromwell answered not as our pace heightened. �Why do you avoid some of our questions?� �I wish not to talk more on the subject.� He glared toward us. �If you were and Oghast, you would understand why the conversation would be less than appealing. It just seems to remind you of your fall.� He took a deep breath. �It is a memory that should be well-forgotten.� �I�m sorry, Cromwell.� Kitrun responded in shame. �I meant no offense.� �I know, Kitrun. I took no offense from it.� Cromwell stopped walking and gazed around our group. �We must move faster, Zedaine.� We began moving quickly down the path beneath our feet. �There is danger around us.� We could hear a grunt from somewhere close. �The Golleths have smelt us.� �I knew they would, Cromwell.� Kitrun stated as he stared strongly at the man. �I tried to warn you.� There was rustling all around us as our pace grew even faster. �You may have sent us to our death!� �You were going to your death already.� Cromwell stopped and turned toward the sound. �You death is inevitable even by time.� He raised his sword as though ready to slay the Golleths. �Now, we must fight so we may make it to the Summit.� �But, we don�t have the time to battle Golleths.� Kitrun also turned and pulled his shotgun. �They will delay us if we stay to fight. They are much stronger than we are.� �He�s right, Cromwell,� my sword shook in my trembling hands, �we would never win against a horde of Golleths.� Cromwell stared strangely at us. �Come,� he lifted his sword, turned, and ran with us following close behind, �the station is not far from here.� We could hear the Golleths behind us as we hurried toward the gathering of lights ahead. �If we hurry, we may be able to out-run them.� The light drew closer and we realized it was an airship ready to depart. �Hurry, men!� The Golleths were gaining on us but the airship was also so close. �They will leave without us!� My breath was harsh and quick as we jumped at the bars on the side of the machine as it began to rise into the air. Kitrun, Cromwell, and I crawled desperately into the ship and then collapsed onto the cold metal floor. Cromwell stood and hoisted his sword onto his shoulder. �Cromwell,� Kitrun gasped as he stood and stared at him, �you almost got us killed.� Cromwell grinned. �But, I didn�t.� I stood from the floor and also stared at him. �What you must learn to understand is that there are many turmoils that we may encounter on this journey. You will never survive Althenia�s power and the darkness on the Summit if you lose your hope because, as I have told you once before, if you lose your hope, you lose your strength and your mind will be poisoned.� Cromwell stared as a man exited the cabin. �Hope is vital to your survival and it must not be lost because of threats. Threats can be erased and boundaries can be crossed.� The man approached us. �You boys barely caught us.� Cromwell stared strangely at the man. �What�s your hurry? I would have been back within the hour.� �The hour is almost midnight and we cannot wait any longer to reach Soir Vert.� Cromwell never removed his gaze. �It is very imprtant that we make it to the valley in time.� �What is your name, friend?� Kitrun questioned as he also stared at the man in front of us. �I�m sorry. I didn�t introduce myself.� The man bowed respectfully. �My name is DashEvar but you can call me Dash.� He rose and stared at us. �I am pilot of this ship.� �Then why are you out here?� I asked and stared toward the cockpit door. �Should you not be flying the ship?� �Only if my co-pilots need sleep or anything.� He grinned slyly. �I haven�t flown over the mountains in years.� �As long as this ship will take us over the peaks,� Cromwell still had not removed his gaze, �we will be grateful to you.� He took a deep breath. �By the way, would you mind flying us to Xornon after we are done here? For a nominal fee, of course.� �I shall do without your coins.� Dash ran his hands through his white hair. �It�s been so long since I have left the valley. I long for something more than this same route with the same passengers.� �What you may receive may not be what you desire, Dash.� Cromwell glanced at me and then walked toward a narrow stairway that led to the guest quarters. �There is so very much to learn � you understand so little.� �He has a very odd character.� Dash stared toward me. �Why does he speak of things that way?� �He has been around for a long time.� I responded solemnly with a forced grin. �He knows so much more than even the Fa� could comprehend. He has seen many more things than we could ever hope to and he�s been through so much more than one Civil could even bear.� �Well, then I�m surprised he is even still with you. I mean, after all of that.� I grinned. �If only you knew.� I sighed heavily and began to ascend the metal stairway. 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