An Age Old Problem [Chapter 3]
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esp_dragonFandom: Golden Sun 2/ Boktai 2
Summary: There have been strange happenings in Weyard. New monsters are appearing, people are seeing the dead walk, earthquakes. Then that boy appears. He says he's from a place called San Miguel (where in Weyard is that?) and he seems to be using ... different psynergy from what everyone else is using.
Rating: K
Notes: I sorta made Django able to summon his weapons by magic because in Boktai 2, he has the choice of using a gun, a sword, a lance, and a hammer. The lance can get very long and the picture you get when he's using the hammer ... the handle itself would probably reach his hip along. So yeeeah, he's not going to be able to carry them all at the same time.
:) First time I've written a fight scene.
Don't you just love misunderstandings with the same words? ;)
Genre: Action/ Adventure
Word count: 2,637
Status: Work in Progress
Sheba cringed. Sometimes she wished that she had the Hover Jem. Not that that would have done any good in her current situation but she still wanted it.
Django was being unsteadily helped back onto firm land with Sheba being the one to pull him up. She was gingerly holding his hand because that armour looked it would hurt if she got any skin caught in the joints.
"I hate water," she heard him mumble.
"Why?" Sheba asked curiously, watching him as he wrung water out of his hair.
"I don't know how to swim," he answered. "And after I was-" he stopped abruptly.
"And after you were...?" Sheba repeated expectantly.
He shook his head. "It doesn't matter."
Sheba gave him a doubtful look. She considered using Mind Read on him but, since he was an Adept, he'd notice straight away. Ugh, what was she thinking? He'd probably had a really traumatic experience with water or something like that. And it wasn't as if she absolutely had to know did she? "Hmm, okay."
After basking in the sun for a while and Django was only half dry when he stood up and started to walk away.
"Django? Where are you going?"
He turned around. "If I stay out in the sun for too long, my weapons overheat."
Sheba looked at him confusedly. "If you stay out in the sun too long, your weapons overheat?" She repeated. "How does that work?"
Django reached up with his left arm and scratched the white mark on his cheek. "I'm a solar boy," he said, as if that explained everything.
Sheba blinked. A what? Was that what they called Adepts where he came from? "I don't get it."
It was Django's turn to stare. "I'm a solar boy; my father was Red Ringo," he elaborated. It still didn't make any sense.
"Ahm, no, I've never heard of either." Was she supposed to?
Django looked stunned. "You've never heard... What about vampires - immortals?" he listed off.
She shook her head. "Werewolves, yeah but vampires... I don't really know much about them or seen one."
A shrewd look from him. "If you'd seen one, you wouldn't be alive."
"So... vampires exist?" Sheba said, trying to make him explain some more.
"Yeah." Django turned away. "I - I think I need to go now."
Sheba watched as the boy walked away from her dejectedly, not sure if she follow.
:-:-:
Ivan bumped into Mia as he was walking about Vale. Seeing her annoyed look, Ivan asked her what was wrong.
"It's that boy you found - he left and I can't find him anywhere."
"I haven't seen him," Ivan remarked, trying to remember if he had seen that red scarf while wandering Vale.
Mia sighed. "Knowing my luck he's fallen somewhere and gotten himself hurt again." She scowled in Ivan's direction. "Why must you always prove that you're okay before you're healed properly?"
"Hey!" Ivan objected. "I stayed in bed like you told me to when I was hurt!"
"Okay, I'm sorry," Mia apologised, rubbing the sides of her forehead. "I'm just fed up with that happening and I'm taking it out on you."
"It's okay," Ivan assured her. "Do you want me to help search for him?" he asked.
Mia smiled in thanks. "I would appreciate it."
:-:-:
It couldn't be true. It couldn't.
Django climbed over the fence that was blocking his way. From what he could see, people weren't allowed to go through to that place that he was going to if the large boulder was any indication.
He needed to be alone.
Jogging up the path, Django saw a cave. Well, he'd found the reason why people were barred; it probably wasn't safe to enter.
He was alone.
He felt the sudden change as he stepped from Sun to shadow. It was dark, damp and he could hear the scratching of claws on stone.
No-one was here.
Leaning on the cool wall and resting his head as well, he slid down it until he was sitting down.
No-one he knew.
The scratching was getting closer and the temperature was dropping even more noticeably. What did it matter. He'd dealt with monsters before; he'd probably need some sort of outlet soon when he realised what had been said.
This was a dream.
Closing his eyes, Django listened to the water as it dripped onto the ground. The breeze was swirling and becoming stronger. The scratching had stopped.
It had to be.
A squeak made Django open his eyes and stare at a strange looking blue mouse that was standing on its hind legs and wielding a fork a short distance away. Hovering next to it was a kind of Ghost that he had never seen before.
Django slowly stood up while also summoning his Astro Sword to his hand. They didn't look like Undeadened monsters ('But there isn't any Undeadening curse here is there?') and if they left him alone, so would he. If they attacked him, assuming that the Ghost was that of Dark property, all he would have to do was go into the light and if it followed him it would die from the Sun. It shouldn't take him too long to handle the mouse either.
The mouse bared its teeth at him and leaped towards him. Django slashed at it, feeling it connect on the broadside of his sword and heard the mouse shriek in pain. He barely heard its body hit the ground before stumbling from being attacked by the Ghost. He dodged its next swipe ('That can't be right. Ghosts absorb energy; they don't attack physically.') and backpedalled when he saw the mouse leap at him again.
He blocked the Ghost's next attack using his Sol de Vice and inwardly groaned briefly when it placed itself between him and the (sunny) exit.
Ghosts were the Dark element and he was a Solar Boy. Just because he couldn't get to the Sun, it didn't mean he couldn't use his Enchantments.
The mouse didn't leap this time - it attacked with its fork. Django parried it but the mouse had already jumped back when he tried to counterattack it.
Django Enchanted his Sol de Vice with the power of Sol and lunged at the Ghost.
Nothing.
Like his Astro Sword had no access to a Solar Station.
He yelped as he felt something latch on to his hip. Looking down showed that the mouse was still attached.
A swooshing sound.
Django replaced his Astro Sword for his Gun del Sol and blasted the approaching Ghost with Sol energy. He pointed it down and pulled the trigger once more.
But of course. Yet again, when he thought that something was going to be easy, it turned around and proved otherwise.
Limping out of the cave, Django inspected the wound. It didn't seem that deep but it was bleeding profusely. He bit his lip. There couldn't be an infection from that.
Better to be safe than sorry. If he could find someone, maybe they would have something to clean and bind the wound with.
Making his way back slowly, Django was focusing on the growing pain he was feeling as the adrenaline started to wear off. Was the bite poisonous?
He realised a small problem when he reached the fence: he couldn't climb over it. Not easily anyway; in the few minutes that had passed, his leg was already feeling stiff and heavy. It also hurt to move.
He sighed tiredly. Would he have to wait until someone found him again? It didn't seem like a lot of people passed through here - that was the entire point as he had wanted to be alone wasn't it? He had nothing to bind the wound with except from... his crimson scarf.
'Even when it's rainin' cats an' dogs, a sunflower holds its head high,' Django heard Zazie's voice echo in his mind. She was right though. He untied his scarf and tied it around the bleeding wound. It was stupid to keep it open like it was when he had something that could help.
He'd get through this. He'd find out how and why he had gotten to this place and then he'd return home.
Now all he had to for was wait for someone to find him.
:-:-:
"You're impossible, you know that?"
Garet rolled his eyes. "I know that because you keep on telling me."
"You'll get hit by another dizzy spell and this time, I won't be used like a piece of furniture you can just conveniently grab hold of," Jenna sniped.
"I'll be fine. Really."
"Of course you will." Garet was walking ahead of Jenna while they bickered, his head turned back to look at her. "I don't get why you have to show that you're 'fine' by being an idiot."
"I'm not an idiot."
"Then why are you refusing my help?"
"I'm not! How can I refuse your help when I don't need it?"
Jenna's response was a glare. The glare slid down as something caught her eye. She gasped in surprise and ran past a confused Garet. He turned around to see a boy he had never seen before leaning on the wall next to the barrier near Kraden's house, apparently asleep.
"Hey, can you wake up?" Jenna nimbly hopped over the fencing and gently shook him.
"Ugh... what?" the boy said groggily as he woke up.
"Are you okay?" Garet asked in concern.
A glance to his leg. Following his gaze, Garet saw a red bandage (that had a large excess of it not tied) and had darker wet patches where blood had soaked through.
"Can you take the bandage off for me?" Jenna gently asked the boy.
He nodded and took it off slowly, wincing every so often. When it was off completely, Garet could see where the blood had dried and stuck onto the bandage. With the bandage gone, the wound soon collected with the thick red liquid again.
Her hands hovering above the wound, Jenna murmured to the boy, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Aura."
The boy's eyes widened and he attempted to scramble away when he saw Jenna's hands begin to glow red. Only Garet's hand stopped him from jerking his leg away from her. The boy looked up to him and Garet smiled at him to assure him. It seemed to work.
Once Jenna had done all that she could, she sat back and put her hands onto the grass. "I've done what I could but it would be better if Mia or Piers saw you as well."
The boy looked at his leg curiously, saw that the wound was nearly healed and then sharply looked up at Jenna. "How did you do that?" he blurted out.
She blinked at the strange question. "Psynergy, of course."
The boy looked away. "Um, I don't know what that is."
Jenna and Garet shared a look. "You're not from here are you?"
He shook his head.
"After Mia or Piers have treated you do you want to go home?"
A nod. "I don't know how to though," he said quietly.
"It's okay," Jenna said gently. "We'll help you find it. Garet," she glanced up to look at him, "can you help me to get him over?"
Garet nodded and braced himself for when the boy was placed onto his outstretched arms. He was surprisingly lighter than what Garet thought he would be - the main weight seemed to be that armour he wore on his right arm.
Turning around, Garet didn't put the boy down and didn't wait for Jenna either. He heard the slap of a palm on wood and then the soft crunch of grass underfoot as he walked away.
"Mia or Piers?"
A short pause. "Piers could still be in the meeting; Mia shouldn't be too busy with that boy Ivan found."
The boy in Garet's arm shifted uncomfortably. "Can you put me down?"
Garet shook his head. "Your leg's hurt, you shouldn't walk on it."
"Hypocrite."
"Am not," Garet shot back.
"Come to think of it, should you be carrying him if you still have poison in your system?"
"You're the one who asked me to carry him," Garet countered.
"No, it's okay, I can walk."
Jenna gave the boy a stern look. "You're not walking by yourself."
Garet stiffled a snort. "So if I keep on carrying him I'm a hypocrite but you won't allow him to walk. Does that mean you're the one to carry him?"
"Nah," Jenna waved her hand dismissively. "We're near Mia's house now anyway," she said with a smirk.
"You just don't want to carry him."
"I can hear and understand both of you, you know," the boy said peevishly.
Jenna and Garet blushed. "Sorry."
"Sorry."
"We kind of get into our own world when we start bickering - it's turned into a bit of a habit," Jenna tried to explain.
"Well, we're here," Garet proclaimed, stopping at a door. Jenna had the door open and was about to walk though when the three of them heard a shout.
"There you are!" They saw Mia and Ivan hurrying towards them.
"Hi Mia. You know him then?" Jenna asked.
"Yes." She turned to the boy, her mouth a thin line. "I told you that you weren't supposed to move around yet," she said sternly.
"That isn't why I'm carrying him; we found him near the cave near Kraden's house," Garet said, defending the boy in his arms.
Jenna nodded in confirmation. "He had a wound that looked like it was caused by a Vermin. It's nearly closed now but..."
Mia nodded. "I'll take a look."
As they walked in, Garet asked a question. "How's that boy Ivan found?"
Ivan blinked at him blankly. "You're holding him." He was? Oh, this was...
"Django, why did you leave?"
"I needed to recharge."
Mia's forehead creased in confusion. "If you needed to recharge why were you moving about?"
Django avoided everyone's gaze. "It," -a swallow- "it doesn't matter."
The four Adepts shared a look with each other.
"Can you put me down now?"
Garet looked to Mia and she nodded. He took him to her room and laid him out on the bed. He watched as Mia used the familiar healing Psynergy and then motion to Ivan as Django opened his mouth to asked a question.
"Sleep," Ivan commanded.
Django shuddered, obviously fighting the Psynergy, before succumbing to it.
Mia checked to see if he was really asleep; he was. She ushered the two men out and shut the door behind her.
"He's okay now?" Jenna asked.
Mia nodded. "I'm not sure completely how his health is so I asked Ivan to put him to sleep just in case." She turned to the wind Adept. "When you were using Psynergy on him, did it feel different from what it normally was?"
Ivan was quiet for a small while as he thought it over. "Yeah, it was harder to do than if I was using it on wild monsters."
"Like he was resisting it?" Mia probed.
His response was a nod.
"You think he's an Adept," Jenna realised.
"I do," Mia confirmed. "You saw that he could see Ply - you can't do that unless you're an Adept."
Garet shrugged. "Okay, with Alchemy and Psynergy released, more people can become Adepts."
"Have you ever seen someone with his kind of features before?" Mia asked. "Or his clothes?"
"No," Garet admitted.
"We don't know where he's from, he's confused and has amnesia -he thinks he's from a place called San Miguel. I've checked our map, there's no such place."
"So we can't take him home," Jenna said sadly, remembering the promise she had made.
"Not until we find out where him home is."
Summary: There have been strange happenings in Weyard. New monsters are appearing, people are seeing the dead walk, earthquakes. Then that boy appears. He says he's from a place called San Miguel (where in Weyard is that?) and he seems to be using ... different psynergy from what everyone else is using.
Rating: K
Notes: I sorta made Django able to summon his weapons by magic because in Boktai 2, he has the choice of using a gun, a sword, a lance, and a hammer. The lance can get very long and the picture you get when he's using the hammer ... the handle itself would probably reach his hip along. So yeeeah, he's not going to be able to carry them all at the same time.
:) First time I've written a fight scene.
Don't you just love misunderstandings with the same words? ;)
Genre: Action/ Adventure
Word count: 2,637
Status: Work in Progress
Sheba cringed. Sometimes she wished that she had the Hover Jem. Not that that would have done any good in her current situation but she still wanted it.
Django was being unsteadily helped back onto firm land with Sheba being the one to pull him up. She was gingerly holding his hand because that armour looked it would hurt if she got any skin caught in the joints.
"I hate water," she heard him mumble.
"Why?" Sheba asked curiously, watching him as he wrung water out of his hair.
"I don't know how to swim," he answered. "And after I was-" he stopped abruptly.
"And after you were...?" Sheba repeated expectantly.
He shook his head. "It doesn't matter."
Sheba gave him a doubtful look. She considered using Mind Read on him but, since he was an Adept, he'd notice straight away. Ugh, what was she thinking? He'd probably had a really traumatic experience with water or something like that. And it wasn't as if she absolutely had to know did she? "Hmm, okay."
After basking in the sun for a while and Django was only half dry when he stood up and started to walk away.
"Django? Where are you going?"
He turned around. "If I stay out in the sun for too long, my weapons overheat."
Sheba looked at him confusedly. "If you stay out in the sun too long, your weapons overheat?" She repeated. "How does that work?"
Django reached up with his left arm and scratched the white mark on his cheek. "I'm a solar boy," he said, as if that explained everything.
Sheba blinked. A what? Was that what they called Adepts where he came from? "I don't get it."
It was Django's turn to stare. "I'm a solar boy; my father was Red Ringo," he elaborated. It still didn't make any sense.
"Ahm, no, I've never heard of either." Was she supposed to?
Django looked stunned. "You've never heard... What about vampires - immortals?" he listed off.
She shook her head. "Werewolves, yeah but vampires... I don't really know much about them or seen one."
A shrewd look from him. "If you'd seen one, you wouldn't be alive."
"So... vampires exist?" Sheba said, trying to make him explain some more.
"Yeah." Django turned away. "I - I think I need to go now."
Sheba watched as the boy walked away from her dejectedly, not sure if she follow.
Ivan bumped into Mia as he was walking about Vale. Seeing her annoyed look, Ivan asked her what was wrong.
"It's that boy you found - he left and I can't find him anywhere."
"I haven't seen him," Ivan remarked, trying to remember if he had seen that red scarf while wandering Vale.
Mia sighed. "Knowing my luck he's fallen somewhere and gotten himself hurt again." She scowled in Ivan's direction. "Why must you always prove that you're okay before you're healed properly?"
"Hey!" Ivan objected. "I stayed in bed like you told me to when I was hurt!"
"Okay, I'm sorry," Mia apologised, rubbing the sides of her forehead. "I'm just fed up with that happening and I'm taking it out on you."
"It's okay," Ivan assured her. "Do you want me to help search for him?" he asked.
Mia smiled in thanks. "I would appreciate it."
It couldn't be true. It couldn't.
Django climbed over the fence that was blocking his way. From what he could see, people weren't allowed to go through to that place that he was going to if the large boulder was any indication.
He needed to be alone.
Jogging up the path, Django saw a cave. Well, he'd found the reason why people were barred; it probably wasn't safe to enter.
He was alone.
He felt the sudden change as he stepped from Sun to shadow. It was dark, damp and he could hear the scratching of claws on stone.
No-one was here.
Leaning on the cool wall and resting his head as well, he slid down it until he was sitting down.
No-one he knew.
The scratching was getting closer and the temperature was dropping even more noticeably. What did it matter. He'd dealt with monsters before; he'd probably need some sort of outlet soon when he realised what had been said.
This was a dream.
Closing his eyes, Django listened to the water as it dripped onto the ground. The breeze was swirling and becoming stronger. The scratching had stopped.
It had to be.
A squeak made Django open his eyes and stare at a strange looking blue mouse that was standing on its hind legs and wielding a fork a short distance away. Hovering next to it was a kind of Ghost that he had never seen before.
Django slowly stood up while also summoning his Astro Sword to his hand. They didn't look like Undeadened monsters ('But there isn't any Undeadening curse here is there?') and if they left him alone, so would he. If they attacked him, assuming that the Ghost was that of Dark property, all he would have to do was go into the light and if it followed him it would die from the Sun. It shouldn't take him too long to handle the mouse either.
The mouse bared its teeth at him and leaped towards him. Django slashed at it, feeling it connect on the broadside of his sword and heard the mouse shriek in pain. He barely heard its body hit the ground before stumbling from being attacked by the Ghost. He dodged its next swipe ('That can't be right. Ghosts absorb energy; they don't attack physically.') and backpedalled when he saw the mouse leap at him again.
He blocked the Ghost's next attack using his Sol de Vice and inwardly groaned briefly when it placed itself between him and the (sunny) exit.
Ghosts were the Dark element and he was a Solar Boy. Just because he couldn't get to the Sun, it didn't mean he couldn't use his Enchantments.
The mouse didn't leap this time - it attacked with its fork. Django parried it but the mouse had already jumped back when he tried to counterattack it.
Django Enchanted his Sol de Vice with the power of Sol and lunged at the Ghost.
Nothing.
Like his Astro Sword had no access to a Solar Station.
He yelped as he felt something latch on to his hip. Looking down showed that the mouse was still attached.
A swooshing sound.
Django replaced his Astro Sword for his Gun del Sol and blasted the approaching Ghost with Sol energy. He pointed it down and pulled the trigger once more.
But of course. Yet again, when he thought that something was going to be easy, it turned around and proved otherwise.
Limping out of the cave, Django inspected the wound. It didn't seem that deep but it was bleeding profusely. He bit his lip. There couldn't be an infection from that.
Better to be safe than sorry. If he could find someone, maybe they would have something to clean and bind the wound with.
Making his way back slowly, Django was focusing on the growing pain he was feeling as the adrenaline started to wear off. Was the bite poisonous?
He realised a small problem when he reached the fence: he couldn't climb over it. Not easily anyway; in the few minutes that had passed, his leg was already feeling stiff and heavy. It also hurt to move.
He sighed tiredly. Would he have to wait until someone found him again? It didn't seem like a lot of people passed through here - that was the entire point as he had wanted to be alone wasn't it? He had nothing to bind the wound with except from... his crimson scarf.
'Even when it's rainin' cats an' dogs, a sunflower holds its head high,' Django heard Zazie's voice echo in his mind. She was right though. He untied his scarf and tied it around the bleeding wound. It was stupid to keep it open like it was when he had something that could help.
He'd get through this. He'd find out how and why he had gotten to this place and then he'd return home.
Now all he had to for was wait for someone to find him.
"You're impossible, you know that?"
Garet rolled his eyes. "I know that because you keep on telling me."
"You'll get hit by another dizzy spell and this time, I won't be used like a piece of furniture you can just conveniently grab hold of," Jenna sniped.
"I'll be fine. Really."
"Of course you will." Garet was walking ahead of Jenna while they bickered, his head turned back to look at her. "I don't get why you have to show that you're 'fine' by being an idiot."
"I'm not an idiot."
"Then why are you refusing my help?"
"I'm not! How can I refuse your help when I don't need it?"
Jenna's response was a glare. The glare slid down as something caught her eye. She gasped in surprise and ran past a confused Garet. He turned around to see a boy he had never seen before leaning on the wall next to the barrier near Kraden's house, apparently asleep.
"Hey, can you wake up?" Jenna nimbly hopped over the fencing and gently shook him.
"Ugh... what?" the boy said groggily as he woke up.
"Are you okay?" Garet asked in concern.
A glance to his leg. Following his gaze, Garet saw a red bandage (that had a large excess of it not tied) and had darker wet patches where blood had soaked through.
"Can you take the bandage off for me?" Jenna gently asked the boy.
He nodded and took it off slowly, wincing every so often. When it was off completely, Garet could see where the blood had dried and stuck onto the bandage. With the bandage gone, the wound soon collected with the thick red liquid again.
Her hands hovering above the wound, Jenna murmured to the boy, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Aura."
The boy's eyes widened and he attempted to scramble away when he saw Jenna's hands begin to glow red. Only Garet's hand stopped him from jerking his leg away from her. The boy looked up to him and Garet smiled at him to assure him. It seemed to work.
Once Jenna had done all that she could, she sat back and put her hands onto the grass. "I've done what I could but it would be better if Mia or Piers saw you as well."
The boy looked at his leg curiously, saw that the wound was nearly healed and then sharply looked up at Jenna. "How did you do that?" he blurted out.
She blinked at the strange question. "Psynergy, of course."
The boy looked away. "Um, I don't know what that is."
Jenna and Garet shared a look. "You're not from here are you?"
He shook his head.
"After Mia or Piers have treated you do you want to go home?"
A nod. "I don't know how to though," he said quietly.
"It's okay," Jenna said gently. "We'll help you find it. Garet," she glanced up to look at him, "can you help me to get him over?"
Garet nodded and braced himself for when the boy was placed onto his outstretched arms. He was surprisingly lighter than what Garet thought he would be - the main weight seemed to be that armour he wore on his right arm.
Turning around, Garet didn't put the boy down and didn't wait for Jenna either. He heard the slap of a palm on wood and then the soft crunch of grass underfoot as he walked away.
"Mia or Piers?"
A short pause. "Piers could still be in the meeting; Mia shouldn't be too busy with that boy Ivan found."
The boy in Garet's arm shifted uncomfortably. "Can you put me down?"
Garet shook his head. "Your leg's hurt, you shouldn't walk on it."
"Hypocrite."
"Am not," Garet shot back.
"Come to think of it, should you be carrying him if you still have poison in your system?"
"You're the one who asked me to carry him," Garet countered.
"No, it's okay, I can walk."
Jenna gave the boy a stern look. "You're not walking by yourself."
Garet stiffled a snort. "So if I keep on carrying him I'm a hypocrite but you won't allow him to walk. Does that mean you're the one to carry him?"
"Nah," Jenna waved her hand dismissively. "We're near Mia's house now anyway," she said with a smirk.
"You just don't want to carry him."
"I can hear and understand both of you, you know," the boy said peevishly.
Jenna and Garet blushed. "Sorry."
"Sorry."
"We kind of get into our own world when we start bickering - it's turned into a bit of a habit," Jenna tried to explain.
"Well, we're here," Garet proclaimed, stopping at a door. Jenna had the door open and was about to walk though when the three of them heard a shout.
"There you are!" They saw Mia and Ivan hurrying towards them.
"Hi Mia. You know him then?" Jenna asked.
"Yes." She turned to the boy, her mouth a thin line. "I told you that you weren't supposed to move around yet," she said sternly.
"That isn't why I'm carrying him; we found him near the cave near Kraden's house," Garet said, defending the boy in his arms.
Jenna nodded in confirmation. "He had a wound that looked like it was caused by a Vermin. It's nearly closed now but..."
Mia nodded. "I'll take a look."
As they walked in, Garet asked a question. "How's that boy Ivan found?"
Ivan blinked at him blankly. "You're holding him." He was? Oh, this was...
"Django, why did you leave?"
"I needed to recharge."
Mia's forehead creased in confusion. "If you needed to recharge why were you moving about?"
Django avoided everyone's gaze. "It," -a swallow- "it doesn't matter."
The four Adepts shared a look with each other.
"Can you put me down now?"
Garet looked to Mia and she nodded. He took him to her room and laid him out on the bed. He watched as Mia used the familiar healing Psynergy and then motion to Ivan as Django opened his mouth to asked a question.
"Sleep," Ivan commanded.
Django shuddered, obviously fighting the Psynergy, before succumbing to it.
Mia checked to see if he was really asleep; he was. She ushered the two men out and shut the door behind her.
"He's okay now?" Jenna asked.
Mia nodded. "I'm not sure completely how his health is so I asked Ivan to put him to sleep just in case." She turned to the wind Adept. "When you were using Psynergy on him, did it feel different from what it normally was?"
Ivan was quiet for a small while as he thought it over. "Yeah, it was harder to do than if I was using it on wild monsters."
"Like he was resisting it?" Mia probed.
His response was a nod.
"You think he's an Adept," Jenna realised.
"I do," Mia confirmed. "You saw that he could see Ply - you can't do that unless you're an Adept."
Garet shrugged. "Okay, with Alchemy and Psynergy released, more people can become Adepts."
"Have you ever seen someone with his kind of features before?" Mia asked. "Or his clothes?"
"No," Garet admitted.
"We don't know where he's from, he's confused and has amnesia -he thinks he's from a place called San Miguel. I've checked our map, there's no such place."
"So we can't take him home," Jenna said sadly, remembering the promise she had made.
"Not until we find out where him home is."