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“Through the eye’s of time”

Chapter Seven: The Shadow Temple

“Keely!” Faye had cried, coughing the last of the vapor from her lungs as she approached the broken window frame. “Keely!!”

Tyren began to recklessly rub his burning eyes, coughing as well from the faint gas surrounding his form. “Who the... heck... was that?” He asked, coughing some more. “Why did he... take Keely?”

An intense rage began to build within Blake’s form. His eye’s narrowing to such a degree the flowers by Keely’s bedside would have wilted. Nothing but the current event had been playing in his mind, over and over as if to haunt him. A type of failure as well would bite at his heart, simply picturing the overwhelming fear in her eyes of disappointment. “He’s a soldier,” Blake’s soft voice had whispered after a minute or two in his thoughts. “Possibly from one of the army’s of the north.”

Faye’s fists began to tighten out of frustration. Everything bad seemed to be crashing down upon her and Keely right as they got there in this mysterious time. Simply tapering her grip around her pearly white rod with a sorrowful frown. “How much more fighting are we going to have to do?” She asked, removing her fixed gaze from the floor and over to Tyren’s sapphire orbs. “What is it going to take to get Keely back?”

Tyren didn’t know how to answer her question. His lips parting as if to speak, though when he had tried nothing but air would come out. Lowering his attention down to his boots as he spoke. “I am not the one you should be asking.”

She turned to Blake after his words, “well?” She demanded. “What am I going to have to do to get her back?”

“Keely is not only your responsibility.” He examined the bombshell that the dark elf had tossed. Rising up onto his feet with many ideas flowing through his head. “Tyren and I cannot put you through any danger. If we are to loose you as well, then who knows what darkness may devour this land.”

Faye grew angry with him. “I am not doing this because she’s a responsibility,” she had snapped, “I am doing it because she is one of my best friends!” Her black eyes stabbed at the two of them like swords. Simply irritated with their slow actions, “I can’t believe someone as smart as you Blake, can be so incredibly stupid.”

His emerald orbs seemed to flicker beside her words. Muttering under his breath as he tossed the small shell out the broken window, “the castle that roams amongst the shadows, only seen in the darkness of one’s abyss.” Had been the first verse of the small poem Blake had softly whispered. “To let go of all which one’s hold within, to give up the light that dwells around thy heartless sin.”

“What are you muttering, Blake?” Tyren had asked his dear older brother.

Blake turned to face the two of them; “it’s the ballad of the Shadow.” He approached the bedroom door with a faint frown. “One must know the song to enter the Temple,” he explained. “If not, you will be lost within it’s darkness and forever cursed to spend eternity in its realm.”

“You talk as if this Shadow Temple is the holy ground for evil?” Tyren took somewhat of a step forward, resting his right hand upon Blake’s shoulder as he did so. “Why would a soldier of such low stature take Keely to the heart of the evil brewing up in our lands?”

Blake grimaced at Tyren’s foolishness, “Don‘t act so dense,” Blake had requested. “I know you are smarter than that?”

“If Keely is the new Summoner...” Faye cut in, folding her arms while she spoke. “Then the bad guys here must find her a threat, otherwise they wouldn‘t have kidnapped her?” Slowly she rested her rod upon her left shoulder. A sense of courage was growing within her as she continued with such wisdom. “Maybe that’s what he ment when he said he didn’t guarantee she’d be alive?”

Despite the fact Tyren felt extremely out of place, due to the fact Faye understood what his own brother had been talking about; the blue haired elf took in a deep breath. “Well what the heck are we waiting for?” He asked. Cracking his knuckles and stretching his arms while he spoke, “let’s go to this ‘Shadow Temple’ and get her back?”

Faye seemed a little surprised by Tyren’s boldness. Watching him with a sweet smile as the courage within himself began to rise as well. “Gee Tyren,” she grinned playfully. “I didn’t know you actually had a backbone?”

His sapphire orbs went a bit wide. Grunting at her comment with a gist of confidence, something that really didn‘t stick to his side while facing Faye in an argument. “My apologies for proving you wrong Faye.” He grinned as well, “but I am not the coward you take me for.”

“Then it’s settled.” Blake nodded. “Hastily prepare for battle and report back to the stables once your finished.” He slowly paused outside of the bedroom door as he spoke. “We must make haste because the temple will vanish at daybreak.”

Faye and Tyren nodded in agreement, “right!”

After a total of ten minutes at the most, the three of them were properly clothed, equipped, and prepared for battle as they made their way to the stables. Hopping up onto his black stallion, Blake mounted the beautiful horse right as Tyren helped Faye up onto his. They were determined to regain their friend, no matter what consequences lie ahead of them.

“Falling, you continue to fall,” whispered a voice. “Forever falling from those many delicate lights that had once graced your face.” The strange vocals wrapped around Keely’s form like a warm and soft blanket. Cradling her wounded frame with such tenderness. “Let go of the sacred wings that lay hidden within your back,” It continued. “Shed your feathers and be by my side..”

A throb or two began to ache within her chest. All around her Keely could see nothing but darkness and a cackle of dim candlelight. Even with her glasses the world around her was out of focus and a bunch of shadowy of swirls. Nothing but the numbness eating away at her motionless form accompanied her, keeping her still and quiet.

“Ugh...” Choosing to rest her weary orbs from the spinning world around her, moans of nausea left her lips despite her wishes. “Faye?” She softly mumbled, “Blake, Tyren? Where are you?”

“I see that you are awake, milady.” A calm and soothing whisper had spoke. “Forgive me if I may sound rude, but I am quite impressed that you are still alive?”

Though Keely felt worse than awful, it didn’t stop her from answering this strangers remark. “And why.. d-do you say that?” She asked rather weakly, waiting patiently for a reply.

The vocals seemed to softly chuckle, as if admiring her from afar. “Because milady,” there was a faint pause. “This temple is surrounded by dark energy.. A great yet cursed power to which most tend to die from it.” Though Keely was a bit out of it, she could feel this unknown presence creep closer. “The fact you can open your eyes in your current condition astounds me.”

“Well isn’t... that... comforting?” She muttered, trying to budge from her current state but failing miserably every time.

Wrapped tightly around her wrists and ankles were purplish black energy. The orbs circling around the limbs kept her into place against the large stone pillar in the center of the dark room. Not a cozy surrounding, but Keely was just glad she was still alive.

“Are you afraid?” The voice had asked, coming closer toward her by every word. “You’re shaking?”

Keely gulped somewhat before she spoke, “well.. that’s because there is little light.” She quickly mumbled, hoping he wouldn‘t come any closer. “I’d feel more at ease if I could see whom im speaking with?”

“As you wish, milady.” With one snap of the fingers, the room, or to be more precise, temple had lit up in hundreds of thousands of candles. It looked like a scene from a vampire crypt, only cleaner. Not to mention that the light of course had revealed the strange voices form.

Standing but a few feet in front of Keely was a hooded young gentlemen clothed in black, a hue most seemed to wear round the temple. The man’s eyes beneath the large raven hood that seemed to gaze into hers were a dazzling opal hue. A shade Keely had never seen as someone's eye color before. She found it absolutely amazing.

“Who are you?” She asked after a while, regaining her strength the more she felt comfortable.

The man’s thin lips curved into a soft smile. “I am known as Ayden, milady.” He answered her, “the guardian of this temple.”

Keely coughed somewhat. “What is it... that you want with me?” Another cough or two left her lips.

Ayden brushed back a few of her auburn locks once he was close enough to do so, still smiling as gentle as ever. “Not I milady,” he whispered. “Not I...”

An inhumane presence suddenly made it’s way into the room. A feeling so vile, so chaotic, it gave Keely a rather large headache. Not only did its aura radiate chaos, but also its power was more than enough to split someone in half, literally. When Keely tried to find this being, she found nothing but the shadows that lurked between the cracks of the walls and behind the pillar she was pinned to.

“Ayden,” A dark and deep voice had echoed through out the walls of the temple. “You may leave us.”

Her brown orbs went wide, searching frantically around the room for the vocals owner. She was particularly beginning to get aggravated with all these voices and no solid forms. “What’s going on?”

Ayden politely bowed toward Keely as he spoke, “Best of luck to you, milady.” He whispered. His form vanishing from her very sight as his voice died out amongst the walls. “You will most definitely need it.”

“H-hey! Wait!!”

“I see that you are frightened,” the new evil and terrifying voice whispered. “Excellent...”

Rising up from the shadows on the floor, the ground opened up a blackish portal of swirling dark hues. A form, similar to Ayden’s rose up to the surface with hooded features. From where Keely was hanging she could barely get a good glimpse of him.

“So you are the new Summoner?” Approaching her as he spoke. “I didn’t expect you to blossom into such a fighter from the first time I had met you; I’ll give you that much.”

Keely grunted a bit to hide her fear. Her brown orbs scowling toward the cloaked figure wildly, “and who are you?”

“I am the Lord Rei.” He had introduced himself rather casually, bowing as he spoke. “Ruler of the shadowed northern lands...” Once his words were said; the hooded man removed the cover that shielded his face. “I believe you will remember my presence now, milady.”

A large gasp had left her lips at the sight before her. Scanning him from head to toe with a shocked and yet angered expression. “It’s you!” She snapped angrily though weakly, “you’re the one we met before waking up in that room?”

Standing but an inch from her form was the ruby haired and emerald-eyed man. That mysterious and uncomfortable vibe still was oozing from his aura. “You lack manners milady,” His cold voice hissed, running his fingertips down the side of her freezing cheek. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

Attempting to pull away from his touch, Keely shook violently within the energy hold. “Well whatever it is, my answer’s no.”

Rei chuckled too calmly as he rose her chin with his forefinger. A cocky and superior look radiating his features. “Let me rephrase that...” His eye’s emerald pools flickered within her brown ones. Moving his form closer to hers till their noses barely touched. “I have a favor, and you will grant my wishes.”

Keely gulped as she leaned into the pillar, pushing herself into it as far as she possibly could. “What is it that you want?”

A grin crept up onto his devilishly handsome face. “Yottsu Tatsu,” he said. “I want the legendary beast Yottsu Tatsu, and you’re going to summon him for me.”

Her eyes went a bit wide. Such a request could not be fulfilled; she didn’t even know how to summon? Taking in a deep breath, Keely shook her head. “I can’t, I don’t know how too?”

He almost sweetly caressed her cheek. Brushing some of her soft locks aside while whispering into her ear, “Oh, but you will...”

The temple stood at fifty feet if not higher. Everything within its radius was dead, save for a few fairly green trees. Its aura reeked of death possibly even the scent of rotten flesh. The gloomy fortress alone had caused shivers to race up Faye and Tyren’s spines.

As the guards surrounding the temple continued their watch, the three secretly hid behind one of the many outer temple stone walls. Blake would occasionally peek over the side to check the dark elf positions, while Tyren and Faye had unknowingly held one another.

“This place gives me the total creeps.” She gulped, holding her rod closer to her form with Tyren’s arms wrapped around her. “I just hope the inside isn’t as creepy as the outside.”

Blake let out a sigh at their position. Two guards up front were having some sort of conversation. Up on a higher level of the temple stood around five guards with prepared bows. To him, Blake didn't picture this as an easy task.

“This is going to be most difficult,” he explained, unsheathing his sword moments later. “Five archers rest on a high balcony to our right.” He paused for less than a minute. “And if im not mistaken, four to five guards on the left side of the temple’s eastward wall are equipped with lances and swords.”

Tyren gulped rather cowardly. Ever since he was a young boy his father had told him of the rumors of these northern parts. How the darkness of the world tainted its lands and made its rest within the once holy ground. His sapphire hues flickering with that faint frightened gleam, “how are we going to get rid of five archers? Surely we can handle the footers, but we are at a bit of a disadvantage?”

He shrugged at his brother’s question, quickly taking another glimpse at their competition. “We’ll need a distraction that’s for sure.” Blake softly turned to the two with an uneasy frown, a look that did not suit him. “You two stay here. I will take care of the fighters roaming the east wall.”

With that said, his black clothed form vanished from their sight. His voice echoing as a faint whisper in the ill wind, “stay there.”

Despite the fact Tyren had similar qualities to Keely’s curiosity, and of course he would never admit it, an idea happened to strike him. As this idea of his grew within his head a rather evil smile rolled across his lips. Such a slick and mischievous curve that it was, it began to startle Faye.

“What is going on in that thick skull of yours?” She has asked a while after she noticed his grin, removing his arms from her frame as she took a few steps backward from him.

“He wanted a distraction, yes?” Tyren had asked her, taking a few steps toward her. “I’ll give him a distraction.”

Her orbs went as wide as saucers, continuing to back away from him as best to her abilities. Though before she knew it, he had her firmly in his grasp. Faye would struggle and struggle some more in his hold as if her very life was at stake. Pounding and clawing at his arms until he had finally pushed her out into the open. When she was out from behind their hideout, Tyren smacked her rear with his small blade. Not only did it cause a red tint to rise within her rosy cheeks; a rather loud squeak flew from her mouth and danced in the eerie atmosphere. The archers above immediately aimed their arrows at her bright pink and white clothed form; while as the guards on foot in front of the door took quite a few steps forward.

“Trespasser!” The left footer had shouted, “eliminate her at once!”

Over to the eastern side stood Blake, standing over the battered and beat ruins of what was left of the dark guards as Faye caught his eye. “That’s not good,” Is what had left his lips, “what the hell is going on in Tyren’s head?”

By the time Faye could finally move, the archers released their arrows. Yet not only were arrows shot her way, but the men on foot began to hurl large ruby red energy balls. The arrows and mass amount of energy collided into one large weapon, and launched toward the curled maiden. Flickering and sizzling with light and power as it reached but a feet from her body.

Nothing but a horror stricken cry left her lips, throwing her rod out in front of her helplessness as the heat of the large orb struck her. Right as she had opened her eyes, her grip on the rod tightened to its limit, a sense of revenge overwhelmed Faye. “DAMN YOU TYREN!” Those words echoed amongst the land. Made the ground shake, the tree’s tremble, the already ash of land shrivel. As if to her calling, a beautiful veil of pink surrounded her form. Immediately the attack countered upon her was reflected back, hitting each guard with their own strike.

Blake and Tyren had immediately rushed to her side, one with a shocked face, the other with a smile. The younger brother couldn’t begin to comprehend what had just happened, but the beautiful pink veil that shielded her form mesmerized him.

“I see you have learned a new spell,” Blake’s smile continued to rest upon his face, “impressive.”

Faye, once she was rid of the fright of battle, grew a large and prideful smirk. Resting her rod upon her left shoulder with a sassy look as the remains of the veil had vanished from her. “Did you hear that Tyren? I was impressive.” The Mage made her way toward the door, only stopping for a short minute to give her supposed protector a quick glance. “Maybe I don’t need a guardian after all?”

The older elf simply smiled with a sense of comfort yet pity at his poor brother, closing his open jaw for him while walking ahead. “Come along Tyren,” he had called out, “wouldn’t want her to forget about you completely now would you?”

A grunt had left the poor blue haired boy’s lips as he walked alongside his brother; his arms folded in protest with a slight cute pouted face. “I didn’t think they’d shoot at her,” he lied, “I figured it’d by you enough time to sneak in.. that’s all.”

“Your stupidity sometimes astonishes me Tyren,” Blake had later commented. “It truly does.”

Lord Rei continued to persuade Keely, his emerald orbs softening somewhat as best to his malicious ability. “I can feel them growing nearer,” he had whispered, “your companions.”

A look of relief swept over her weary face. Just being in the Shadow Lords presence weakened her greatly. Wrapping her form in such a darkness she could barely keep her hazy orbs open or hear the words flutter from his thin lips, though the feeling, the sense of her friends presences had calmed her battered soul. This sight thrilled the man of course, enjoying the fact she was giving in so easily. Stroking her long tresses once more before removing her fragile form from its chains, and holding her close to his shadowed body, admiring her unconscious porcelain expression as he prepared to bring her to his dark layer.

“Unhand her!”

Rei casually turned toward the direction of the vocals, his emerald orbs meeting another set similar to his own. “Ah, I see that we have company milady.” He whispered down to the unconscious Keely in his arms, cradling her faintly as he spoke.

Blake stood at the entranceway, Tyren and Faye behind him. His emerald orbs blazing with that fiery determination as ever. “Unhand her!” He had angrily repeated, charging forward with his sword unsheathed.

“Ah-ah,” The Shadow Lord grinned devilishly at the young guardian. As if he was his superior and knew it, simply gazing at him with that soft yet evil gaze, his damned expressions of sheer power and higher rank. “Don’t forget Blake, at anytime I can take this girls life, and I will if necessary.” His attention went back toward Keely, looking her over with such interest. “Though I find her a bit fascinating,” he mused, “I think I might keep her.”

He grew enraged, immediately stopping in his tracks at the sight of him. Not so much of the man himself, but the fact Rei had been holding Keely, someone who was now so dear to him, close to his evil tainted soul. The dark lord treated her like an object he had recently grown obsessed with, that or he was just pampering her slumbering form just to spite the poor elf.

“You will do no such thing!” Blake growled. If Faye and Tyren didn’t know any better they would have sworn they saw a tint of jealousy radiating in his dim emerald orbs. “I’ll slaughter you if you touch her like that once more!”

Rei seemed to enjoy this a little too much, though he grew bored after a while. Next his attention had focused over toward the young Faye. His eyes flickering with a daring type of gleam. “If you want her,” he seemed to whisper, mainly looking at her and her alone, “come and take her from me.”

Blake and Tyren seemed to glance at Faye at the same time. Hesitant as they might have been, they watched Faye casually walk past them both and toward the pedestal where Rei had stood. Her brown orbs meeting his half way with her rod firmly in her grasp.

“I shall give her to you,” he seemed to frown and grin at the same time. “Then you will return to the youngest elf and allow me to challenge this young man,” glancing at Blake as he spoke, “to a duel.” Rei’s features seemed to alter a bit, revealing more of a confidant and calm appearance. “If I win, Keely is mine. If you win, you four may leave unharmed. Do we have a deal?”

Faye, now recalling where she had scene Lord Rei, immediately took Keely from his hold. Trying her absolutely best to carry her unconscious friend back to Tyren. “Hello!” She snapped, mainly looking at the blue haired idiot. “She’s a little heavy you know!”

Tyren nodded sheepishly, quickly taking Keely from Faye and moving off to the side. The heat and anger brewing between both Blake and Rei was growing rapidly. Once the eldest brother saw that the three of them were safely seated close to the exit, he prepared his blade. “I am not going to loose,” he spoke rather softly as he moved. His sword was reflecting the candlelight as he approached the Shadow Lord. “I refuse to let you win.”

Rei looked at him with a false significance of sympathy. “You humor me young one;” removing the black cloak from his frame and letting the soft fabric fall to the floor with a soft thump. “But I intend to win, and you will die.“ Without the shadow that normally clung to his body, his bare yet very handsome chest was now visible. He was well built physically, but that was not what Blake had dreaded. The Lord of Shadows had removed his own blade from its sheath, revealing its magnificence and beauty. “I imagine my blade with sing once cleansed in your blood, don’t you think?”

Blake charged him out of frustration, swinging his sword toward Rei’s as he moved with such swiftness. Though despite the guardian’s efforts, he was no match for Rei’s graceful yet lethal actions. Their swords clashed and sang every time they collided. Sparks flying in all sorts of directions as they fought amongst the temple.

“To slow!” Rei grinned, piercing his blade directly through Blake’s left shoulder. Not only did he puncture his sword through his limb, but also because he moved so unbelievably fast, Blake endured twice as many slashes in one mighty stroke. “You might as well give up boy;” He ran his tongue across the tip of his sword. Enjoying the taste of his victory before circling around Blake’s battered form.

Tyren couldn’t bare to see his poor brother suffer, watching the streams of blood rush from the cuts on his face and arms, the pain that shimmered in his eyes as he struggled to stand. “Blake!” He would call out, in hopes he was still conscious. “Don’t give up!”

Faye too would cheer Blake on, resting on the floor with Keely in her arms. “C’mon Blake!” She cheered, “you really going to let that cocky bastard take your girl?!” She rose her rod up high, determined to try and use another spell. Her eyes fairly closed as she pointed the tip of the bulb toward the wounded elf. “Get up and fight!!”

A burst of white light sprouted from her rod and engulfed Blake’s form. Swirling around him like wildfire as his flesh wounds ceased to bleed. The cuts on his face, arms, and the hole in his shoulder had sewn back to perfect condition before everyone's eyes, including Keely’s.

She stirred in Faye’s hold, a weakened smile on her face as she gazed in Blake’s direction. As she rested there helplessly, reaching her wobbly hand out to him, Keely whispered his name. Her brown orbs, though still dim from the loss of energy, flickered with that gleam of reassurance. When his eyes had met hers, and seeing that flicker in her eyes, a feeling of confidence seemed to build within him. Listening to his brother’s cheers, hearing Faye’s demands, and simply gazing into Keely’s sweet brown eyes.

“This is nonsense,” Rei began, “and I have given you too much time to stall.”

When the ruby haired man struck Blake with his blood tainted blade, Blake had surprisingly blocked the attack. Though he still remained on the floor, the elf managed to block his hit with his own sword just in time before having his head cleaved off. Pushing back Rei with such an unknown power even Blake had trouble controlling it.

“I told you,” he growled, “I refuse to loose to you.” With that said he had countered the Shadowed Lord’s attack and delivered his own mighty blow. The tip of his blade slashed a thin yet perfect line across Rei’s bare chest. Blood dripping from the weak wound and traveling down his torso.

“Remarkable,” Rei seemed to smile, as if enjoying every minute of the battle. “Though you lack skill, remarkable.” There was a faint pause before the wound across his upper body healed itself, leaving nothing behind but the stains of blood. “I must say, though you are not a worthy opponent, this little game was rather fun.”

“It’s not over,” Blake mumbled as he walked. His emerald orbs focused on Reis as he prepared for another attack. “I won’t let you have Keely.”

“Yes, we have already established that.” He softly mentioned, removing his cloak from the temple floor and wrapping it around his frame. “I feel rather generous today. I shall allow you four to escape for now,” His eyes seemed to focus upon Keely. His voice whispering around her like a thousand voices. “Though when the real games begin, and im sure they will begin soon, she will be mine.” The Shadow Lord had then departure into the flooring, leaving nothing behind his sudden disappearance.

“He sure left in a hurry;” Tyren seemed to ponder aloud. “Why do you think he left so soon?”

Blake’s green orbs were as wide as saucers when it had lastly occur to him, repeatedly scolding himself on the inside at his damn foolishness. “How could I have been so blind?” He immediately rushed to Keely’s side, pulling her from into his arms as gently and as quickly as possible. “The sun is about to set. We have to get out before it rises above the mountains or we’ll vanish along with this temple!”

He of course didn’t need to tell Faye and Tyren twice, fore they ran down the exit as fast as their feet could take them. Thankfully the party of four managed to reach the gates before the sun had fully set, and the temple that had once been behind them vanish along with the shadows of the land.

Tyren collapsed onto the dead earth with a soft thump. His arms and legs outstretched as he gazed into the big blue sky, simply gazing into that ocean of clouds as he frantically gasped for air. “That.. was.. to.. close.. for.. comfort.”

“Sure was,” Faye muttered, falling to her knee’s inches away from his exhausted form. “And that reminds me,“ before she had done anything else the Mage thrust her rod into Tyren’s stomach, yelling at him after as the poor elf let out a moan of agony, “That’s what you get for using me as a distraction, you big jerk!” She snapped in vengeance, striking him once more.

“You guys.. came to save me?” Keely had managed to weakly smile, “You.. even.. got Tyren to come?”

“Yep, even big ole cowardly Tyren came along,” Faye assured her. “Though he didn’t do much.”

Blake softly knelt down to the floor, still holding Keely in his arms. He couldn’t help but feel worthless to her somehow. A feeling brewing within his heart as he gazed into her gentle face. “I apologize for letting you down Miss Keely.” Even if he seemed a bit bold, the relieved elf had buried his face into her soft neck, simply content that she was alive. “Please forgive me.”

Despite the fact she was having some trouble keeping her eyes open, the young maiden ran her fingers through his soft locks. A habit of course that she grew to like. Her orbs finally retreating behind weary eyelids as she spoke with such softness. “You didn’t fail me?” She snuggled closer to his form as she could; “you’re the... best guardian... I’ve ever had...”

“He’s the only guardian you’ve ever had?” Faye giggled.

Tyren finally recovered from Faye’s newly inflicted wounds. Slowly wobbling to the best of his ability toward his brother and Keely. “Hey... what about me?” He asked, “I did a good job to you know?”

Almost on instinct Faye bonked him on top of the head with her rod. “What are you talking about?“ She asked him, “you didn’t do anything?”

He laughed rather weakly, “I know.”

“Gah! You’re so annoying!”

“So? You know you love me,” Tyren teased. “Ah! Don’t hit me!“ Avoiding her rod as much as possible as she hunted him down like a madwoman.

“I DO NOT!” She growled, ready to strike him once more. “GET BACK HERE!”

As the two raced and fought across the endless fields of dead grass, Keely and Blake simply smiled at one another. Their fingers laced and their forms close. Even if it was just for a short moment, they had finally had a little peace.

“IM GOING TO KILL YOU!!”

...Or so they thought.