Sky Returns - Rewritten/Revised

Chapter Four

The man that had risen from the coffin, Skylar Laverdure, turned towards the other Quidill Lucas. He was pressed up against the wall, staring at him with wide, terrified brown eyes. Lucas was a small Quidill with a bow strapped to his back with a quiver filled with arrows. His hair was a rich navy blue and his skin was seafoam green, and he was quivering like a dog caught out in the rain. Skylar's eyes narrowed before he walked towards him, lifting the sword that dripped with his friend's blood.

"I don't want to fight!" Lucas stuttered out, lifting his hands to show he was unarmed. "Please, I- I know who you are, and I'm so, so sorry we woke you up! Please, forgive me, I-!" Lucas screamed and ducked underneath Skylar's sword when he swung it at him, and the blade ricocheted off the stone with a flurry of sparks. Lucas ducked underneath Skylar's arm and sprinted towards the exit, only for Skylar to turn and swing at him. His fist caught the backside of his head and Lucas yelped as he went crashing to the ground., a couple of arrows from his quiver falling out with a clatter of metal and wood. Skylar shook his hand, flicking black drops of blood to the floor. He stalked towards Lucas, who was holding the back of his head and trying desperately to crawl away. Skylar lifted his sword and was prepared to swing it down when he suddenly stopped.

Cerra stood between him and the Quidill, his hands out in front of him as he breathed heavily. Sky stared down at him, eyebrows slowly knitting together in confusion. Cerra glanced back, then turned his head to look down at the Quidill. Lucas was staring up at him with wide and confused teary eyes. "Go!" He hissed.

"I don't, I don't understand, we, we tried to-" Lucas whispered, scrambling to his feet.

"GO!" Cerra shouted, and Lucas squeaked before he rushed off without another word. Cerra looked back at Skylar, who was glaring at him with narrowed eyes. Neither of them moved as they listened to Lucas race down the hallway and then leave the tomb completely with a slam of the hatch.

"He didn't want to fight," Cerra growled fiercely when he saw the burning accusation in Skylar's eyes. "You can kill me if you want, I'm willing to fight. But he didn't want to. He shouldn't have to die because of his friend's mistakes." Skylar stared at him with his narrowed gaze for a few more moments, before he merely huffed and shoved his sword back into the scabbard on his belt.

"He's going to get the others," he growled and Cerra tried not to jump at how deep and raspy it was.

"No, he won't," he responded nonetheless, steady and calm, lowering his hands once Skylar's sword was away. He took a few steps back, keeping his eyes on the man in front of him. "So... Skylar Laverdure, huh?" He asked.

"Just Sky." The man grunted in reply, looking around the tomb with critical gold eyes. "What year is it?"

"2019, compañero," Cerra said, leaning down to pick up his dagger, which had fallen from his pocket when he was yanked out of the coffin. "How long you've been in there?" He looked at Sky. "Why /were/ you in there?" Sky didn't look at him or respond to his question, walking up to the coffin instead. He reached down and rummaged in it for a few moments though Cerra didn't know what he'd be rummaging /through/ before he suddenly pulled out a sheet of fabric. When he swung it around himself and clipped it onto his shoulders, Cerra realized it was a...

"Capes went out a long time ago!" He said, drawing out the 'o' to emphasize it. Sky glared at him. He was doing a lot of that.

"It's a cloak." He growled before he walked towards Cerra. "You said it was 2019?" Cerra nodded, stretching. He winced as his shoulders ached from when they had been pressed up against the coffin lid. Sky was still for a few moments before he sighed and crossed his arms. "2019... I went to sleep around..." He tapped his chin for a couple of moments. "At least three hundred years." He concluded. Cerra's eyes widened before he snorted.