most likely goodies ; an update book

Alternative World

oh look more incomplete things that I'll never finish

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"Last hit - left hand side towards the abdomen, it should kill him," Seto muttered, clenching his shoulder as he wiped the blood away from his mouth. Mitch grinned, wielding his diamond axe tightly in his pale, shaking bruised hands.

"Got it. After we kill him I get to go back to Jerome and the others," the Canadian's smile went from ear to ear as he dashed off, fast as a bullet. Seto clenched his teeth, weakly smiling as he watched him run off. The battle was nearly complete - Einshine was almost dead. They both could go home having the satisfaction of knowing they saved their friends, the village, their original home.

Mitch, or Mitchell Seto should say, would be regarded as a hero again; most would think he would be the one who single handedly took own the enemy.

Seto would be regarded as the unknown - Mitch wouldn't dare to say his name in front of the crowd.

Avenger, betrayer.

Mitch went for the swing, making his arms exaggerate the distance. He swung fiercely; even if Einshine could block the axe would cut through the bone. Seto knew his reflexes weren't quick enough to block, especially with the golden hoe he had wielded. It cut through a small portion of his arm, the wound deepening as Mitch begun to put more pressure. Was he too weak to cut through the bone - were Seto's assumptions incorrect? The brunet rushed over.

Within the silver strip of moonlight the battle that had lingered for thirty minutes went to an abrupt stop. The two stopped in their tracks, frozen and not being able to move. It was a common hex, Seto had realized this. With his spell book open he could easily break it, or possibly with the movement of his fingers. He wasn't hasty, he was laggard. Einshine dashed away, clenching his fist while snickering.

"You both really think you could kill me? After all the training I've done?" Seto tensed up, frozen in his uncomfortable running position. Mitch couldn't comprehend what was happening, his axe had already dropped to the ground and was stained with the red velvet liquid. But the look on his face said it all; a mix of terror and a patience for Seto to do something. Yet he couldn't do anything, he was paralyzed from head to toe; every nerve in his Sorcerer body was unresponsive.

Einshine wasn't a Sorcerer, Seto had known that. Seto was one of the last Sorcerers; Isaac was still on the run and wanted. He wasn't sure if his last name - he wasn't sure of his real name either. If he could just have one hint, something that he could just recall from the back of his head, maybe he could have just identified his future hexes better. Seto needed to practice more with his analyzation.

"Méigi," Einshine yelled the simple hex out. The wind had begun to pick up, Seto's senses were regaining. The opportunity struck, the Sorcerer released his own hex in response. It was wrongly timed; Einshine was gone and the move had missed. The landscape was still the same, but the eerie silence didn't sit well with him. He could clench his fit, focus his mind, and move again. His first choice was to check on Mitch.

The Canadian still stood there, the impact of Einshine's he'd still lingering. Seto unbound him, the purple dust swirling around him in an eloquent dance. Mitch released an exasperated sigh as he collapsed onto the ground, huffing and visibly shaking (tired as well) and frightened. He picked up his diamond axe, then turned around.

"The village," he noticed the light below.

Seto didn't choose to mention his non-bloodied axe, "How did that get here?"

"I don't know, but I guess this is where we part ways?"

The lump in Seto's throat provided him with a stuttered response, "No, I'm coming w-with you."

Mitch shrugged, resting his diamond axe on his shoulder. He shook his head, jumping down from the cliff and landing on his feet. Seto followed, his purple cloak covering most of his face. Mitch led the brunet away from the cliff and towards the entrance of the village. Seto hadn't seen those welcoming gates in ages; they were still written in Standard Galactic after all these years.

WELCOME TO MICRA!

It was cold.

The air was thin and it harshly brushed against the brunet's sensitive skin. The last time he had been in the village was when Brice was still alive and well, it brought back chilling memories. Everything was still the same; the shops were tidy, the streets were filled, and there were lanterns above their head, lighting the pathway down the dirt road. It smelled quite nice, the multiple restaurants made him hungry. He was a wanted man, though, so it wouldn't be smart.

Yet with his obvious outfit and his noticeable height and appearance, which screamed Sorcerer, no one was taking notice. They drew their attention more towards the Canadian; the classic hero of the village. Seto was hesitant to pull his hood down, but part of him knew there would be no trouble coming his way. He did as such, his pale skin seeming to glow, his freckles popping, and his chocolate brown eyes, that tinted with lavender, glistened against the orange lantern lights. His brunet hair was a bit messy, but complimented his appearance.

By this time Mitch had stopped walking in front of Seto, and slowly begun to trail behind him. The crowd was displeased at the sudden appearance of the two, Seto had thought. He dashed to an open alleyway he remembered as a shortcut to the Headquarters, located in the center of the town. The butterflies in his stomach were screaming to go back to his camp, Adam and Ty would be displeased with his appearance in the village that everyone thought he had betrayed.

With the heavy feeling in his stomach that slowly begun to move up to his chest, he immediately stopped in his tracks. Mitch bumped into his back, plopping onto the ground, yelping in surprise. Seto widened his eyes in shock, not bothering to apologize or say anything further. The male, smiling and giddy, stood there, as bland as he could be with roses in his hands. He appeared to be talking to someone, it looked to be Zek.

Seto rubbed his eyes, focusing.

Zek?

He had died years ago!

"Ah! Harvey!" Brice shouted, waving. Seto froze in his tracks as he teleported his way. He was caught off guard, nearly toppling backwards onto Mitch. The blond, by reflex, quickly grasped onto Seto's arm, preventing him from falling. "I was looking all over for you!"

"Y-You," Seto couldn't get the words out, "-you w-were?"

"Oh, shut up Brice, you're scaring the dude," Zek sneered as he came walking over. His eyes traced the brunet up and down, but quickly focused beyond his shoulder. He scrunched his nose in disgust. "He's here."

"Mitchell Hughes," Brice forcefully grasped onto the brunet's scrawny arm and defensively pulled him away. Seto yelped, but Mitch stayed frozen in place. His axe sill rested on his shoulder. "C'mon Harvey, you shouldn't be around the likes of him."

Seto shook his head, confused.

Harvey? His name wasn't Harvey.

Mitchell had opened his mouth to retort something, but Seto had already been dragged away by the two.