R.D. squeezed the hilt of his sword, causing the blade to form instantly once more. He placed himself into a ready stance, yet another that his body knew and his mind did not.

He looked at the newcomer warily. He was black, and towered above him. He was bald, and a strange symbol the color of gold was embedded in his forehead. His eyes were colorless, fathomless. His clothing consisted of of a gray shirt and black slacks, covered by a long, ornate black coat. The man had his hands spread out before him, in a non-threatening manner. Nonetheless, R.D. kept his blade ready.

"I am not here to engage in combat with you," he said, "I am merely here to pass on knowledge before you and your companions leave."

"Who are you?" R.D. demanded.

"I am Ondal. But perhaps you should ask yourself that same question. Who are you?"

R.D. was caught offguard by Ondal's question, and lowered his blade. "I don't know," he answered quietly.

"Your memories have been locked away by the darkness. Only you can take them back," Ondal continued, catching his attention, "No one else may help you in the matter."

R.D. looked warily at Ondal and said, "You said you had knowledge for me. What knowledge do you have for me?"

"Knowledge of the power now hidden within you," Ondal stated cryptically, "The knowledge of Lumiya."

While all this happens, HMΩ watches from the sky, wondering if gravity really worked at all.

After about 5 minutes, 3 broken bones, and 2 weeks covered in casts, he then knew that it did. And so he set out to find someone else who could help him figure out what the heck he was doing in the world.

"It's still not enough." He said loudly. "No you haven't won yet, not in this line!" He aura and electricity remained as sweat came down quicker. He jolts became more fierce as his aura grew into a flame like form. It flaild around firecly. His fights tightened enough to let his nails dig from his glove into his skin making the dark mist in him leak out of his body. He glow from his eyes increased as it had the pitch black color. His vision sped up making everything seem faster even himself. Though it just wasn't his vision that picked up speed as did his body, though this upgrade, was slightly painful, it was worth it. He was now twice as fast. He leaned forward again and dug his heels into the ground as a dark orb formed again, it was massive, large enough to engulf half the city of New York. It fired, again at twice his speed.

"Lumiya?" R.D. asked tentively.

"Indeed. Lumiya is a weapon, one beyond the comprehension of your race. The decision was made to place the weapon within you."

"If it's beyond a human's comprehension, then why the hell did you put it in a human?" R.D. demanded, "And why me, of all people!?"

"Because you would not have survived without it's power," Ondal replied calmly, "Without Lumiya, you would have been dead at your foe's hand long before you lost your memory."

"Why me? What makes me so special?"

"You remember the creature that attacked you earlier. Because of what he and his brothers did to you, you repaid him in full. But he is nothing more than a pawn in everything, and he is not your true enemy."

R.D. stared at Ondal cautiously. What in the world is he talking about? In the stead of his silence, Ondal continued. "You will face your destiny, and we cannot allow you to face it unprepared. That is why you were given Lumiya to combat the darkness."

R.D. lowered his sword and looked down at it, then returned his questioning gaze to Ondal. He got the message.

"No. The weapon you hold is not Lumiya. What you hold in your hand is your personal weapon, a rare and powerful Phase Blade. Lumiya has no corporeal form. It rests within you."

"If this Lumiya is so powerful, why haven't I been able to wield it?" R.D. asked the phantom.

"Because," Ondal replied, his voice dropping, "We were forced to gather the twelve components of it from the farthest reaches of your world, and lock it behind seven ciphers. Had you tried wielding it now, you would have died. Its power is beyond human comprehension, and its power would've torn you and your world apart should you not be prepared for it."

R.D. was stunned. How can they do this? I'm just a teen! A teen with no memory!

Ondal knew what R.D. pondered, and answered his question.

"Your memories will return in time. Seek the island beyond the closest shore from here. There you will take the first steps to your new journey. You will grow stronger, as you must. Find ways to unlock the ciphers, and your power will grow. Be steadfast. Do not fall to the darkness."

"Why? Why must I do this?" R.D. asked.

"No one else can do this BUT you. You are the one who must face the Khaglessi, and the Khaglessi's master. You are the only one who can defeat Re-Tuul."

Something in R.D.'s mind clicked. "Re-Tuul. He was the demon that attacked us." R.D. put a hand to his head and shook it slowly. He remembered the name, but not the deeds linked to it. "I don't see why I have to face him. Juno seemed to have done a pretty good job of driving him off."

"The Ancient? He does not understand the Khaglessi's new power. He is blinded by his own powers. While he is stronger and faster than Re-Tuul, he would not have won any battle he engaged the demon in. Re-Tuul's might lies beyond the realm of life, and thus he must be faced in beyond it, in the realm of death."

R.D. looked away. "Why me?" he whispered, "Who... who am I?" he asked Ondal. But when he looked back up, Ondal was gone.

"Ugh. I'm starting to despise this otherworldly bullshit." R.D. shook his head. His mind was reeling. He took a step towards the stairs when he heard something fall to the ground with a loud clang on the floor above him.

"Oh god dammit. Ondal wasn't the one I heard?" he cursed as he made his way up the stairs.

Matt glanced at the building R.D. had entered. "Where the hell is R.D.?"

"Hell if I know," Hugo muttered. "Go get him, then."

"Lazy bastard." Nethertheless, Matt walked toward the building R.D. had entered.

Naze smirked then stood tall.
"Fine then may I use the power of light! For now...." That last part was hushed as his body was covered by a light his body was formed again. The light was gone as Blazen stood in Nazes place. "Hmph so this is the power of light. Feh, not bad, I guess." Blazen admitted. He looked over himself seeing the snow white clothes and hair, he shook his head makeing part of the hair in his eyes move away. He smiled at Namonai. "Just so you know, Blazen is merely the shell I'm useing now, my mind still inhabits this body. Though thanks to Blazen, I won't be hurt, and your poison, is now nourishment." The cross around his neck was out in the open rather than under the shirt, it was made of platinum and glowed. "Now where was I?" Naze held up his left hand and smiled. A white orb with the purple electricity appreared it was the same size as the previous attack. Naze frowned as it flew from his hand at Namonai.

R.D. looked around the expansive room warily, his expression cold and his sword ready. It glowed almost brightly in the slightly darkened room. There were chairs and desks strewn about, probably moved around in the chaos during the Dark Dragon's attack.

His mind, however, was not on searching for whoever was making the sounds, it was on what Ondal told him.

Sure, give me a superpowerful weapon that could save or destroy the world, and not return me my memories. Wonderful.

It was because of his distraction that he didn't notice the person sneaking up behind him. But when he heard something skitter across the ground and a soft curse uttered, he spun around, keeping his blade ready. He heard someone gasp, and there was a blade heading toward him.

"Shit!" he cursed as he parried the blow, leaping away. He didn't get a good look at his attacker, but kept moving, soon parrying and dodging the attacks of two swinging shortswords.

When he heard swords clash as he got near the entrance of the building, Matt broke into a run, quickly finding himself in the doorway, His fists were together, ready to draw out his energy blade.

R.D. grunted when he was bodychecked by his opponent, who he had realized by now was smaller than him. He collapsed backwards over a desk and fell behind it. Without thinking, he kicked the desk forward, crashing it into his opponent. He heard a loud shriek as his opponent fell back, and he pushed himself up and leapt over the desk, his sword flashing downwards.

Unfortunately, his Phase Blade was caught by two criss-crossing swords. A booted foot flashed out and took him across the jaw, he R.D. fell to the side. He pushed himself up, rubbing his jaw. What is it with people kicking me in the head!? he thought exasperatedly.

He continued the fight, distantly noting that his foe didn't seem intent on killing him, just incompacitating him. It seemed as if the person he fought was scared witless and was attacking to save itself. He had still yet to get a good look at his attacker.

"Where the hell is Matt?" he asked angrily as he kicked his foot out at his opponent. It was avoided, however, and he had to roll out of the way as one of the blades came crashing down at where his chest used to be.

"Neigh, your the fool. You oviously don't know me all too well. You see as my power decreases, my strenght and speed increase. Even I must be ready for a near hopeless situation, I have an assualt mode you may call it. It's when I get more and more desperate to win. Even if my power is gone within the hour, you won't be here to see it." He said turning, getting oviously faster as the same orb was made, yet much smaller, though still as powerful. His hand was placed on Namonai's chest as it fired going no more than a centimeter before impact.

"R.D.!" Matt shouted. "Where are you?"

HMΩ: Well, they say McDonald's is always a hip place to get info...

-=In Mc.D's=-
HMΩ: Well, I guess I'll chat around. Hey, mister, where am I?

Man: Mc.Donald's. Duh.

HMΩ: Dude, look at me. I just fel from the sky, was impaired for two weeks, and don't know where the heck I am and what the heck I have to do.

Man: Hey, you're a hotdog! Tim, getta loadda this!

Tim: Wow, Chuck, get off the candy.

Chuck: Ugh. Okay, fine. You are in a Mc.Donald's in Floridania. You are fated to buy me a soda, then your life will be complete.

HMΩ: Forget you.

*leaves Mc.Donalds*

HMΩ: Hey, wait a minute, where the heck is Floridania? Hey look, a boat!

Dock Patrol Guard: What is your business, all beef frank of whose name I do not know?

HMΩ: No freakin' clue. Cut the fancy dialogue and tell me what this ship is for.

DPG: Sorry, you need special permission from the captain.

HMΩ: Who is where?

DPG: Now to return your line, "no freaking clue."

HMΩ: See you later.

*leaves*

HMΩ: Hey, you, know what that boat is?

Plumber: You-a talkin to-a me?

HMΩ: Yeah, you.

Plumber: Well, it's-a big-a boat.

HMΩ: I know that.

*leaves*

HMΩ: Thinks Why on Earth will nobody give me any info? Fine, then, I'll get a boat of my own! And go on a quest! For information! To find the ship captain! Finally, a purpose in my pathetic life!

-=Boat sales area=-
HMΩ: How much is that small boat?

Boat: Me? How much am I? More than the Triforce, stupid meat!

Dealer: 10¢ and he's yours. He's sooo annoying.

*buys boat*

-=On the Sea=-
HMΩ: Sorry, how rude of me, what's your name?

Boat: So I assume we must become friends, then. I am the King of Red Lions.

HMΩ: Oooh, where's that weird kid with the giant head?

KoRL: Oh, he left on a quest with his girlfriend.

HMΩ: Well, no worries to you, there's no way a girl will ever ask me out! Ahoy! To exploration we go!

R.D. heard Matt call out to him, but was unable to answer. He leapt over a desk in an attempt to elude his assailant, only for his foe to shove the desk into the back of his legs. He toppled backwards over it, and used his Phase Blade to block another strike of his opponent's blades.

The amnesiac teen forced the blade off of him and made an awkward slash that was easily avoided. He rolled over and pushed himself up, running to get away and ready for another attack. Something heavy struck his back, and he fell foward, next to the stairs. He had unconsciously squeezed the hilt of his weapon again, deactivating the Phase Blade.

He grunted from the force of the landing, then shouted down the stairs. "I'm on the fourth floor, GET UP HERE NOW!"

"I'm comin'!" Matt shouted, and promptly shot up the stairs, heading toward the fourth floor.

R.D. heard Matt's shout and breathed in relief. His opponent had also heard Matt; the breathing R.D. heard had quickened. He righted himself and threw himself at his assailant, sending them both to the ground. His opponent had scrambled away from him, however, and quickly rearmed. He STILL had not been able to get a glimpse of his target, the battle had been too fast.

Shooting up the stairs with the newfound speed he had possessed as of late, Matt finally reached the fourth floor, and began glancing about for signs of a struggle.

R.D.'s assailant stopped battling the amnesiac teen as soon as Matt entered. Almost immediately the unknown fighter flung a shortsword at him.

Matt stuck out his hand and caught the blade evenly with his two main fingers. "You're gonna have to do better than that, kid!"

He tossed aside the weapon and drew his energy blade. "You'd better give up before I go medieval on your ass!"

The fighter was about to attack in desperation after seeing Matt's energy weapon, but R.D. used the distraction to his advantage, leapt up, and struck the assailant in the back of the neck soundly with the pommel of his Phase Blade. The fighter promptly dropped to the ground, unconsciously.

R.D. leaned on his knees, trying to catch his breath. He was getting tired, despite his seemingly endless supply of stamina. He was annoyed when he saw what looked to be disappointment of not being able to battle on Matt's face.

The amnesiac teen kneeled down on his knee, determined to see the face of his opponent. He reached over and turned the unconscious fighter over by the shoulder, and recoiled.

"What the hell!?" R.D. shouted, "I've been fighting a girl!?

"And it looks like she was whuppin' your ass, too," Matt said, dismissing his blade. He hunched as well, examining the girl.

R.D. shot Matt a furious glare at his comment.

"She'd probably have kicked your ass too."

R.D. put his sword into his pocket and also examined the teenage girl. She looked to be around his age. She had long brown hair that went past her shoulders. She wore a dark red tank top under a small black jacket, a pair of biker gloves and a black leather miniskirt with a pair of red lines running down the middle of the thigh areas on either side. Her legs were adorned with black stockings and soft black leather boots. Her clothing was stained with dirt and dust, and her stockings were torn in many places, revealing light scratches all over her legs. Near one of her hands was a rather well-crafted shortsword, and the twin to the blade, thrown to the side of the room by Matt, was of a matching design.

R.D. shook his head. "Oh man. Well, we found a survivor. And man, she's gonna be pissed when she wakes up," he said, looking up at Matt, "Should we take her with us?"

Edited by RisingDragon on October 1, 2006 at 22:10:05.

Matt sighed. "We probably should...you get her swords, and I'll make sure she doesn't try anything funny."

R.D. nodded and grabbed the sword at her hand, then trotted over and took her other blade. He admired the craftsmanship of the two weapons for a moment. He walked back over to Matt. "I don't think she's a bad person," he said, catching Matt's attention, "I think she only attacked me because she was scared. You did say that that monster of Juno's attacked the city."

Edited by RisingDragon on October 1, 2006 at 22:32:40.

"That's probably the case." Matt bent down and clasped the girl's hands together, and swirled his finger in the air, drawing a loop.

A long snake was suddenly conjured, and without reason it slithered off.

"Damn it, work right," Matt muttered. He swirled his finger again.

R.D. looked at Matt with a raised eyebrow.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, watching the snake curl up in a corner of the room and stare that the three of them.

Edited by RisingDragon on October 1, 2006 at 22:37:03.

"I'm tryin' to make some damn rope." This time, the swirl created a small gust of wind-all in the room could feel it just barely.

Matt closed his eyes. "All right. Concentrate." For a few moments he sat there, crouched, his finger strady in front of him.

He swirled his finger one more time, and where he traced the air, rope was produced. Matt opened his eyes and a smirk crossed his face. "There we go..."

He quickly tied the girl's hands together, using the remainder to make a kind of shackle for her feet-she could walk, but not very well because her legs were still tied together.

"Man, I'm good," Matt said when he had finished.

"Yeah, third time's a charm, eh?" he said mockingly, rolling his eyes.

R.D. looked at her loosely bound feet, sighed, and shook her head. "She's out cold, Matt. She won't be walking."

He rolled his eyes and handed the bespectacled boy the two swords, then picked the unconscious girl up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Let's go," he said as he made his way out of the building.