The Last Normal Years

Trusting A Stranger

While the girls depart their separate ways. T blondie, real Prince of Eraklyon, continues to fill the rest of their team in on what has used to be a secret endeavor from the past they share a story with a hero's task often omitted from many other hero journeys. Proving yourself to be a risk a Guardian needs to be worthy to take on the dangers far ahead all alone you must. To cross the threshold you must earn the Protector Guardians' trust with nobility, humility and honor. (The last place I saw this is it was the movie Avatar with the blue race of people. It hasn't been used recently this stage of the hero's journey makes or breaks a hero's adventure. Can Sky make himself worthy to the spirits he doesn't believe are real? And what will become of Riven if he does not begin to believe they can help them evade the enemy who has conquered Riven's homeworld?

The forest rapidly caught on fire around Sky and Riven.

"Pathetic! I never take the low ground anyways." Riven mumbled. He fired Sky's grappling hook onto the branch of the tree up above and holding tight to Sky they made it to the tree. "Something they should have already reported anyways to their dumb King anyways. Come follow me!"

The dragonflames had stained the ground pure black not a bit of underground brush was left unscorched. Sky couldn't believe what he was seeing now.

"They're not here, High General." said one of his highest ranking soldier told him.

"That's not possible, they couldn't have gotten that far that easily Robbie." Roger responded. "I know it's Riven, I hated all the power and attention he got from the Mistress of the orphanage we both grew up in together. Stole everything from me he did indeed."

"You need not to get so sidetracked General Roger." said Captain Ryloxe.

"Cease your infernal yapping before we give ourselves and our positions away." warns Rylexo. "Locke and Cavis how we doing with your tracking skills?"

"I think the boy knew we were onto to him." Locke replied. "This is a metal scuff, the fire was a dead give away from the authorities, he's somehow accquired a grappling hook and taken the high road through the canopy with the person inside the ship Cayliam managed to shoot down. There's blood here the foreign must have been damaged when his ship crashed."

"We can bring the blood sample back to the King immediately and have it identified." Caylisso responds. "You guys look for them, I'll get this identified myself."

"I agree with him let's keep looking for the two fugitives. The people will not be a problem they support the King unwillingly now." Cavis said.

"Seems like a good plan." High General Rylorne responds.

"High Advisor Lady Atura protect me still." Riven whispered. "I believe you were damaged as were your nieces and daughters by the false King and treacherous Queen."

"You've got to be kidding me." grumbled Prince Sky. A huge wave of water came tumbling from the ocean beyond the river.

"Look out it's a tsunami!" said the High General, it took down many of the tree roots beyond behind the soldiers sent to track them creating a wall between them as Riven and Sky continued to crawl through the canopy of the trees here silently making little noise. Sky couldn't believe what he just saw cursed beings no longer corporeal but able to put out fire just like that at the mere statement of belief his new friend has in them. Can he unlearn all he has learnt to learn what he has not learnt? Will he come into Revival and Revelation of the very things hidden and unseen from him right here on this strange world amongst the Shadow Trident Galaxy Tritonia's realm?

It's a story in the Magic Dimension a Flashback involving how Sky of Eraklyon met and grew to trust Riven when stuck on his conquered home world by a false King who seeks to keep free will out of his missions' ways, a deadly game of cat and mouse has begun in this suspenseful flashback recalled. One of the soldiers returns to the palace with a sample of Prince Sky's blood to the very heavily fortified palace where the false King sits in a throne ruling with an iron hand.