Sky Islands : Anticipation.

Chapter 6: As Hope Seemed Lost.

"The White Void faded and then... you landed back here you said?" Ivory says, Amity nods, tied up to a tree, her body covered in bandages and other equipment. "How did you know where to go? A foreign Soul like yours leaving a Realm like this, usually results in alot of forgetting... and you almost didn't..." Tari says, sitting cross legged on a blanket with her boots sat beside her. Amity shrugged her shoulders. "I kept getting a call inside my mind. It hurt. It sounded like a loud... abnoxous-" Tari cut in "Siren." She said sternly.

Amity nodded, Ivory un-tieing her as she fell to the ground, Ivory quickly helping her sit beside Tari and her. "That's... yeah... We all have that call, not sure why. It was written down to be some... theory that we're all stuck in hospital beds right now. But I mean. I'm moving my body just fine. No hospital bed here!" Ivory joked, not believing in the myth. Tari rolled her eyes. "Your mind sits inside the machine. We're all tied to a machine. Our bodies are outside." Tari blurts sternly looking down.

"The Field...." Ivory mumbles in shock. Tari looks the other way. "We have completely differant lives out there. Yet we're stuck here." Ivory asks calmly. Tari sighs. "I... I have a faint memory before I was hooked up. They showed me around and I saw rows and rows. Floors and floors covered in poor innocent people. Their bodies covered in machinery, nothing but pale skin and bone. And there's no doubt we are exactly the same." Tari explains, not looking too happy at all. Ivory's eyes widen to the information, not sure how to cope with such drastic info.

"That... that makes sence.. you see I'm Amity." She says, they both nod looking to Amity. "But I don't even know who that is?" She says confusingly. Ivory tilts her head not understanding. "Where I'm from is Apparently a place called The Boiling Isles. Yet I know nothing of it. No memories or anything. I just... live there. I don't know where I'm suppose to be. I just know that isn't it." Amity blurts looking down, unsure how to explain the situation.

"Well to say it lightly, you're not Amity. You're a Subject. A number. To whoever is out there. You mean nothing." Tari says looking at her sternly and upset. Amity frowns not knowing how to take the information. "I presume breaking the Field is the only way to stop this curse. The pain our bodies must be going through is intense. Not to mention the connections we make here. Bonnibel... she..." Tari hesitates. Her eyes flickering purple as she looks down. A couple seconds go by with silence as they look at Tari worried. She wipes her eyes and looks away. "I... ahem... Yeah, its... uh.. Anyway... This place is the first step to a horrible set of stairs. To get to the second, we need to Break The Field. Who knows who's out there? Or what's out there? We just... I just... need to find Bonnibel..." Tari admits, not wanting the freedom.

She sighed looking away as the wind gusted through the pink grass, flowing through Tari's hair. Ivory and Amity Comfort her. "W-...We're in this together Tari. We have each others backs, you know?" Amity says, rubbing her shoulder as Tari nods. "We've all gone through alot. All we can do is support each other. This is a long journey but I'm with you until The End." Ivory says, holding Tari's chin up as they lock eyes. Amity takes a step back as they kiss. A passionate one, Ivory steps back and grabs her hand. "Come on, let's go track The Next Shard yeah?" Ivory whispers. Tari nods blushing a tad as she looks away, standing up, slipping the boots back on as the three make their way into the house.

A slamming could be heard as Clive is shot up in suprise. "WOAH WOAH WOAH, WHAT THE FUCK?!" He shouts in suprise as he leaps off the sofa and looks at Amity in awe. "Jeez calm down man, It's an old friend of mine." Tari snaps, guiding Amity to the sofa and setting her down. She kicks her shoes off laying on the sofa, groaning in agony. Ivory sits on the arm and looks down to Amity smiling reassuringly. Amity smiles back roughly and looks to the TV as some random drama show is playing mid way through. Clive scoffs and sits on the floor cross legged with one knee up, watching the show.