Prolouge
"No, not again. Stop it. No, I'm not like you, stop it," Misty Kilder
screamed out. She looked around frantically, but nether heard nor saw
anything out of place. The only thing that she heard was the constant pika's
and snoring. She saw she was in the forest outside of Fuschia.
"Bad dreams again?" asked Brock Dette said.
"Yes. But why are they always the same? They show death and destruction
everywhere," she replied in hushed tones, so as not to wake their
companion, who was ignorant to everything around him.
"Mine have been getting even more vivid also. I can see every detail."
"Oh, god. Brock, how long is this going to go on?"
"Not until we find the last one. The legend states that there are seven. A
vampire, a dragon, a shapeshifter, a witch, a fairy, a sprite, and something
so horrible that the scrolls won't even say what it is. We're missing the
last two. That's the only reason we're going along with this."
"But couldn't we just, I don't know. Have her erase their memory's of us
and go on our own? It would be a lot quicker and easier. And as you said,
time is vital. It will save that."
"Yes, but what if he's the one? He's passed all of the tests except one.
That one will be tomorrow. I hope he gets some rest."
"Your right. If he isn't, we'll leave for sure tomorrow, right?"
"As I've said before, yes. Are you hungry? You look a bit pale."
"A little. But I can hold off until tomorrow. Wake me up at dawn. I don't
want any suspicions."
"All right."
"Brock, do you mind if I..."
"No, go ahead."
And with that she took out a music box, given to her century's ago, by her
one true friend and love.
"Night Brock."
"Good night. Sweet dreams."
She snorted. "With destiny as screwed up as it is, yeah right."
He laughed a bit at that, and then laid down to sleep.
"Good night, Jakura," she whispered, and as the last note of the song
was played, she feel into a deep slumber.