Zuka shook his head as he walked down a pristine white hallway his fingers brushed along the walls and he stopped. His enhancement was gone; it was like it was never there in the first place. He stood just looking at his hand for a few moments looking up only when he heard footsteps. He saw no one at first so he shook it off as his mind playing tricks on him. Starting to walk again he slowed slightly as the ground seemed to change under his feet, it got soft and slowly the white halls gave way to open land. His curiosity growing about this strange place he kept walking. A strange white mist covered the ground and slowly he found himself walking among strange wooden pillars, he looked up and blinked. The pillars supported nothing; the dome that kept the poison gasses of the world out wasn't there instead the pillars spread out reaching like rafters supporting large green umbrellas. Hearing footsteps again he turned his feet shifting ready for a fight as he watched a girl walk out from around one of the pillars her fingers trailing over it lightly.
His eyes flickered over her quickly as she turned to look at him, she was dressed in all white her long dark hair was somewhat pulled back small wisps framing her face. She turned to look at him her light purple eyes flickering over him. He blinked, purple eyes. He had only ever seen one person with eyes like those. "Zandra?" It had only been a few months since she had left but this person standing before him didn't look eleven rather she seemed to look like she was more around seventeen. He looked down at himself remembering that he looked a little different too.
She smiled softly. She knew that voice, she would know it anywhere. Zuka. Her eyes flickered over him again taking in the changes that seemed to have overtaken him. He looked older his blond hair had darkened to a light brown with a few streaks of blond mixed in; he still had the same piercing blue eyes. She frowned for just a second when her eyes took in his clothing, the dark gray uniform that so many of the fighters wore.
She sighed tucking a strand of hair back remembering the pain she had just been in, the feeling of all her bones breaking and healing over and over. Walking over to Zuka she held her arms out, not only to show him she was unarmed but to ask for a hug as well. She smiled when he mirrored the gesture hugging her tightly. She pulled back opening her mouth to speak only to pause as they heard a chuckle come from the rafters that the strange wooden pillars stretched out into. She shifted away from her brother readying for an fight, though they had no weapons nor knew where they were both would fight to protect each-other.
Zuka shifted moving to stand almost in-front of Zandra as a man glided down from the rafters. He could feel the familiar warmth in his fingers that meant they were reading for the flames. He lifted his chin looking at the man. He paused as Zandra rested her hand on his shoulder. The man chuckled again brushing his semi-long black hair back from his face. "Well this is surprising. I didn't expect to see a mix like this, let alone two."
A women walked out from behind one of the pillars and tugged the mans hair chuckling softly "Kavain, enough. they only have a short time here and we have a lot to cover." The women smiled her silver eyes flickering over Zuka and Zandra. "I am Estiavain, we have a lot to talk about and not a lot of time." Turning the women started walking the man smirking and following his hand flicking in a quick movement an almost 'come along' sort of way.
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sorry for the shortness as I said before I recently had a bit of a hospital stay, something kinda major and I am still kinda getting over it. Hopefully I will be well enough to give you better uploads soon until then I suppose this will have to do. As always please vote and comment, I love hearing feedback.

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Rift Runners
FantasyIn a time where nothing is beyond imagination, where worlds and creatures mix, wars carry over to other worlds, and friends are lost to the rifts. There is little hope for some and none for others. One looks for her lost friend, another her freedom...