"Eia? Eia?" The voices were hazy in her ears, like they were far off in a fog. 'But they're right here... Right?' She groaned, opening her eyes slowly. She could begin to make out faces, then bodies. Then she could see the details of the people. She could feel their hands at her face and arms. They were too warm. She sat down and brushed away their flesh, a headache banging in her ears.
"She's okay!" one of them shouted, and she winced as his loud voice reached her ears. Her eyes opened a bit more, her pupils beginning to focus. Suddenly she remmeber the sword, and reached for her waist, feeling the cool feel of the metal and the familar tang of the magic. She smiled down at the sword, and the other scorceressess and scorcers looked down at the sword, slowly registering what it was.
"W-where did that come from?" Hure said, pointing at the sword. Eia picked it up and hugged it protectively. ".... My sword..." she whispered, her voice hoarse. She looked over to them and blinked innocently. "Who are you?"
Everybody jumped back, ashtonished. "E-Eia? Don't you... remember me?" Hure slowly stepped forewards, reaching out a hand.
Eia cringed and scooted backwards. "Go away, stranger... I don't want to see you... Go away..." Hure stopped, his hand in mid-air.
"What's with her?!"
Seria sighed and stood up. "Scars in her soul..."
"What?"
"She was attacked inside her soul, and there were scars inside her soul. They weren't very big, but they may have been parts that told her who she knew, what she needed to know. At least they weren't stopping her from thinking that breathing is bad." The others nodded and sighed.
Feria walked over to Eia and looked at her. She blinked at him, then smiled slightly. "Hello..." Feria smiled and patted her head. "She's like a child..."
Seria thought. "Well, perhaps the scars have made her think she is a child, and have screwed up her memories of people, not knowing some, and knowing others very well." She looked at Eia, who had let go of her sword and was now hugging Feria,who was still patting her head, though it seemed obvious that he wanted her to let go. After a few more minutes, she let go and they both stood up, Eia sheathing her sword. "So where are we going now? Hm? Hm?" She stared innocently up at Feria, who was looking at Seria.
"Well, we'll have to get out of here, as there might be more of those creatures, ad that we need to find the other two weapons."
"Which one is next?"
"The Rapier of Tides."
"Then let's go!" Feria began walking off, but Eia looked at him, then grabbe dhis arm. "Doooon't leave meee!" Tears slowly ran down her face as she looked up at him pleadingly. He sighed and smiled. "Alright. Come on. Let's go."
So they began walking off, Seria leading the way, Wuyer in the middle, Hure off to one side, and Feria with Eia clinging off his arm on the other side. Soon, they and and the magical beings reached near the ocean, Wuyer telling them it would be in there.
"In the water?" Eia gasped, "How do we get in there?"
Wuyer sighed. "We can use our magic!" He grinned. Feria shook his head. "Count me out. I don't like water, and I can't swim." He sat down on a soft bit of sand, Eia looking between him and Wuyer. She saw Hure and squealed slighly, throwing herself onto Feria. "Mean little stranger is following me!"
Feria was knocked back by Eia, but quickly recovered. He sighed inside his head, and slowly petted Eia's hair. "It's okay... He won't hurt you..." Eia sniffled, burying her face into Feria's shirt, curling up on his lap. 'Just go' Feria mouthed to the others, and they nodded, casting a spell for underwater breathing on them, then diving into the water. Feria looked at Eia, who was now asleep, and sighed sightly, falling backwards to fall asleep himself, confident that the creatures would protect them.
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