Rise and Fall- Discovery

Chasing After Us

"That's great. Not that they had to be separated but that they are so powerful. After all, they do come from the Cross family so they have to be really powerful." Grainger stated.

"He looks just like you, he even has the same haircut." Reagan pointed out.

"You really think so? I thought he looked like a mix between you and Sofia." Grainger joked.

"I'm serious. He has your eyes and your nose. It looks like he has Sofia's ears and a mixture of you guys eyebrows. Arsen is going to grow up to be one handsome boy." Reagan teased.

"He looks a lot like Luka too." Grainger added on.

"Yeah, I guess he kind of does. " Reagan continued, looking over her shoulder and through the crack in the door at Luka's face.

She smiled, faintly, knowing that she shouldn't have. She turned her attention back to Grainger who was still marveling over Arsen. For once, she didn't want to ruin the moment but there was still work that needed to be done and a war that needed to be fought. She hesitated, seeing how happy the child had made Grainger. Reminding him of this issue will yank him out of his happy state and force him into panic and rush.

"Grainger, I hate to break up the family reunion but....the war. We need to get ready."

Grainger's smile faded and he laid Arsen back into the crate.

"Right, we need to keep moving on and working on the problem." Grainger suggested, clearing his throat.

He opened the door and took one last look at Arsen before he left, closing the door behind him. He strode off into the weapons room with Reagan trailing behind.

"I can take care of the weapons and preparations, you take care of Luka." Reagan ordered.

"No way! I'm coming with you. I am certain you can't do it alone." Grainger teased.

"Grainger, stop messing around. This is serious and we have a real  threat. " Reagan snapped.

Grainger stepped back from Reagan, attempting to allude to the fact that she was being a little controlling.

"Uh...." Grainger stuttered.

"Uh what? Can you not think of any other words? A simple, 'Yes, General Cross' would do." Reagan yelled at Grainger.

"I am General Cross." Grainger pointed out. Reagan laughed in disspaotinment and continued down the hallway, high heels clicking. She stopped and turned to face him.

"Are you stupid?" she started, turning back away from Grainger and continued to walk down the hallway.

"A General is someone who takes care of the military. We are both General Cross because we are siblings and we share the same last name. Do I have to explain everything to you?" she finished. Grainger frowned.

"You know, you get a little intense when you are mad or worried." Grainger explained to her.

"Oh my god, Grainger. For someone who likes to think of himself as a mighty god, you are weak. Luka would make a better general than you and that is really saying something considering how bad he is. You are going to be the reason why we all get killed." Reagan sassed as she pulled a sword from the weapons room case.

"What happened to the Reagan we met a few seconds ago?" Grainger retorted.

Reagan turned quickly, flipping her hair. She pointed the long sword right at his chest and continued to walk towards him.

"What happened to the good  Grainger? The one that didn't murder Valarina, Anna, Troys, and Sofia. Not to mention critically injuring Malice, Luka, Mackenzie, and I." she roared, drawing nearer and nearer to his chest.

"Put the sword down, now!" Grainger demanded.

"Fight me!" Reagan chanted, daring him to a duel. She narrowed her eyes. Grainger stood confused. Was she being sarcastic or did she actually want to fight him? Grainger looked at her with a smirk on his face.

"if you want me to drop the sword, you're going to have to take it from me." Reagan barked. His smirk faded to sheer terror as she threw the sword towards him. he watched as the blades sparkled in the early morning light. It came closer and closer. His eyes nearly crossed as it came dangerously close to his face. Quickly, he ducked. he covered his head with his hands and watched as the sword stuck in the wall behind him. She had just missed him.  He stood up to face Reagan. He didn't say a word but instead watched the her countenance change from evil and daring to terrified and fearful. He saw her chest heaving and saw the sweat running off her palms. He could practically hear her heart pounding, ready to explode.

"I..... I..... I'll go take care of Luka. I'm so sorry Grainger." she stuttered, still staring at the sword that jetted out from the pale colored wall. Grainger nodded as Reagan rushed into the other room to help and aid Luka, who was still unconscious. Grainger walked up the wall and marveled at the way the sword had landed. It stuck nearly parallel to the floor about a foot deep into the wall. He pressed his face against the wall and grabbed hold of the grip with both hands. He pulled with all his might but still wasn't strong enough to pull it out of the wall.

"Reagan! Reagan, come help me!" Grainger shouted, still tugging at the sword. Reagan turned the corner swiftly and came to a halt at the puncher in the wall were the sword stuck. She reached up with her left hand and gave a gentle tug, effortlessly releasing the sword.

"How did you do that?" Grainger asked.

"Only those with at least an ounce of peace can wield the sword. That is, of course, why it is called the   Sword of Serenity." Reagan explained.

"I thought that sword was in the Intergalactic Weapons and Defense Museum." Grainger stated, very confused.

"It was." Reagan cooed.

"Then how did toy get your fingers on it, Reagan? Did you steal the sword from the museum?" Grainger asked, concerned.

"Not exactly.  I like to consider the fact that I am temporally barrowing it without permission." Reagan confessed.