Maybe (COMPLETED)

Chapter Thirty

Sorry this is late, as I said in my feed, my laptop has had a mental breakdown, so I had to rewrite this on my friend's computer instead... it's better than what I wrote before anyway hehe! Anyway, I'm also finishing up the next chapter so the next update should be on time! Love you, and enjoy this chapter (it's a little boring compared to the last but anyways). 

Also, would any of you be interested in a chapter from Wolf's or Archer's point of view?

Babyy xx

You know how in movies and books, people wake up and all of the sudden the memories just come rushing back? It wasn't like that for me. I woke up with the greatest sensation of dread deep in my stomach. I woke up hearing my voice screaming for Ash, seeing his eyes, emotionless and void. I already remembered what had happened before I even woke up.

As soon as I woke up, I felt an urge to jump to my feet and run, scream, fight may way to him no matter what crossed my path... but I didn't even open my eyes. Everything felt so heavy. A dull ache throbbed in my left thigh, spreading throughout my whole leg and torso, making me want to be sick. I felt my right leg and shoulder pressing against the ground, and the more awake I was the harder I felt I was being pushed into the ground.

It was like invisible ropes were tying my down. Glue was holding my eyes and lips shut. The only movement I made was my breath.

Is this the third time now I have woken, sick or injured, on the dirt ground?

"Since when are you this quiet?"

The voice caused my mind to jolt, and I thought that it was talking to me. But the response from another voice told me it wasn't, and I allowed my mind to relax again and fade from alertness.

"I am no quieter than I have been before."

"You normally talk every chance you get."

"I only speak when I feel I have a thought to voice."

It slowly came into realization that what I was hearing was a conversation between Archer and Saga.

There was an odd moment of silence between the two.

"So you have nothing to say?"

"If you have nothing to ask."

Archer cleared his throat. "Okay then." I heard a slight shuffle and was able to place that the figure was somewhere in front of me, perhaps sitting. "I have many questions, fellow immortal." He said it with a sort of venom, as if he was reminding Saga they were in the same situation. "Why are you so determined to not involve yourself in situations like these?"

Saga sighed. "It is too tiresome. I know we are both immortal, but let me remind you, I am much, much older, little one. When you get to be as old as me, you will understand." When Archer didn't respond, Saga continued. "At first, you love to love. You remember the time loving, and see it outweighs their death. After some time you begin to wonder how many times you can see your mortal loved ones die. After another amount of time it begins to be too much to bear, especially when their faces become muddled and faded, you start to become cruel to all you meet. Another amount of time and you retract yourself completely for a few years; hide away and avoid any contact in fear that you will have to lose any more. Then you get to where I am now. You realize you don't wish to be lonely and bored, neither do you wish to die; not yet. So you emerge from whatever cave you had inhabited for however many years and you involve yourself; close enough to assist those you respect but not close enough to seep into a depression when they surely come to their deaths."

There was another silence, longer this time. "That is the clearest I ever heard you speak." Archer mused, seemingly impressed.

"I felt it was important for you to understand me."

"I still don't."

"I know." Saga's voice was uncharacteristically soft and earnest.

"You could have at the very least told me where the kid was. I know that they gave him to you but... I would have liked to know."

"I did not see any reason for any but me to know. If any did, it could have been a danger to him. Despite not involving myself, I made an oath, and those I do not break."

"An oath to what? Keep him alive?"

"Yes."

"Then what were you doing back there?!" His shout made my eyes fly open. Archer had just risen from a seated position, his arm flung out in a random direction. He faced away from me. I could just see Saga, but he was seated in front of Archer and Archer's frame blocked him from view.

Saga remained on the ground. Calm. I had never seen him this serious. "Alive, not unharmed."

"You were up a fucking tree, watching!"

I felt a tingling guilt, yet I could not speak or move. I was afraid to let them know I was awake and listening.

"I was there. I would intervene if I felt his life was in danger."

"So you are not worried about Ash? Wolf? Me?"

"No, I am not."

Another voice emerged from behind me, again, jolting my mind with the new intrusion. "Please don't include me in your lover's spat."

Archer didn't even seem to hear this. "Were you, Saga? Please, let me know if you have any heart left in you."

"Perhaps. I was worried you might die."

Archer growled. "You were only worried about your little oath weren't you? You knew you had to do fucking something or else Wolf and I would be killed and you'd have to protect Isaak yourself. You do realise that-"

"He is awake?" Saga asked. "Yes."

It took a while for his words to sink in. Archer froze as well and then turned, moving out of the way so I could now see Saga leaning slightly to grin at me.

"How do you be, friend?"