Ibong Adarna Games Of The Faction Rings

Chapter Seven

"I thought you died..." Zed told me, crying and hugging me. "When I heard the canon, I thought the same thing..." I told him as I held him tight. "Great minds think alike." He quoted. "Yeah right." I laughed.

We ate what I brought and I made this sort of bed thing on a big tree nearby. I tried to make sure it was hidden under its long leaves.

"Go to sleep my dear." I told Zed as I help him up the tree. "Zie, this is too much." He tells me as he looks at me. "You're pale, your eyes and nose are red, and recently I noticed you were coughing a bit." "I'm fine." "No you're not." "Yes I am." "Azi, just, listen to me." "K. Fine." I climbed up to a separate branch and sat. "Zie!" He sounded like a baby. "Mommy Zie!!" I played along. "Yes son?" "I'm scared of the dark!" I didn't know how to respond like a mom ('cause I'm not one), so I just said, "I'm coming down there!" Zed cheered. "Whatever..." I whispered. "What?!" He exclaimed in his baby voice. "You said whatever?!" Then he fake cried... I hugged him. "No! No! That was nothing. Shhh... don't cry my dear... Shhh..." That went on until Zed kissed my cheek, said goodnight and slept. I smiled. "Goodnight my love..."

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"Just go that way and I'll go this way." "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yeah..." he smiled. "Maybe..." He left a kiss on my cheek.

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Canon.

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Canon.

Any of those could be Zed.

"Zed?" I walked to the spot where we would meet and called again. "Zed? You dead?" I know, foolish question. I saw a sword in the distance... Zed. But no, it can't be him. So many scavengers could have swords. I have to go there...

I walk...

Closer and closer...

I see a hand...

I see no other body part...

I used some big stick to dig... and dig... and dig...

After a long while, I jumped on the loose soil and fell...

"AAAAAAHHH!!!!!"

"Ouch. What a fall..."

I look to my left. I gasped. "ZED!" I couldn't believe it. "Zed... Zed... Zed..." I brush the soil off his face and... broke apart. Here he is... dead. Dead... He can't be alive... Can't. Nevertheless I did what I do to him every day. I washed his face and arms with the water I had, made sure he always smelled the Yttri leaves I had because that would help him get better and hold him tight so he'd fall asleep. I continued to cry... and cry... and cry... until...

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I woke up to the face of an angel. Was I dead? Was I in heaven? "Hey, uhhh... angel guy... am I in heaven?" The angel laughed. "No really, am I dead or something?" He laughed again. "You're still sick... Just go on and sleep..." "No." I told him sternly. "I am not sick and I won't do what you say until you tell me where I am." "Well, you're on my lap... and you're burning. You have a really high fever..." I closed my eyes (shut 'em tight) and opened them (reeeeeaaal wide).