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"Wake up."
It was a blur to them, the two of them.
"Wake up I said." The figure delivered the Doctor a swift kick to the side, bringing forth a grunt and acrimonious pain.
The adverse person spoke up again, "There shall be no respite here! I am here to make you two my riches! This feasible achievement will be mine." He then shot a glance at the Gunslinger, which of course the Gunslinger could not see. "You there, what is your name."
The Doctor spoke up, on accident of course, "Which one of us was that directed at? As you can see, beating us doesn't help us see-" The figure kicked him again, harder this time.
"Now, like I had asked before! What is your name... Gunslinger?"
The Gunslinger did not speak, but yet raised his head in the direction of the voice, and spat at the legs of the person who delivered the blows.
"You have a gutsy mind, Gunslinger. Maybe you should use it for actually getting you somewhere. You know that traveling across the land to the Edge of True Earth isnt going to bring you fame, you will just die like the rest of your race..."
"And you know this how?"
"I know you, Asphalon... You are one of the reasons that we have kept our little group alive. The only reason that I saved you from the rapids was to get a good pay from my boss..." The Doctor looked over at him, thinking to himself of course, of what this person just said. A good pay from his boss? And here I thought this person was just an innocent! But his name, I finally know that at least...
The Gunslinger shot his eyes up to the person in a half drunken rage; of course he wasn't drunk, he was just half conscious. "How do you know me?"
"From stories, dear Gunslinger. The Stories that my father told me, of a man that did not age."
"Those are old tales..." He looked at the ground, hanging his head.
"You were a thief, and a good one at that. You bring in for 200 Chips. That is what I call a bounty!"
"What do you know of me, I want to know..."
He laughed at the Gunslinger, shaking his head in pity. "We know everything, Shadownight... You are a dead race, and your quest is something that interests almost all of those lonely men seeking treasures. But you know that those tales are all false, and the fact that nobody believes that Angels really live at the Edge Earth. Your History is a sad one, yes. But do not think I pity you for being a luckless fool. I pity you for being so egotistical, and naive. You need to realize that killing with Guns is not what we do anymore! We are a much more advanced people in the Higher Lands... and for you to realize that, we must torture you until your flesh refuses to come home to its master..."
The last statement made by the man was a chilling threat, and that made the Gunslinger cringe and shiver at the hearing of it. The Doctor was not as happy to hear something like that either, but he wanted to ask a question before the man left them for loneliness. Of course he would have to wait for the current conversation to cease, and then he would take his moment and ask what was bothering him.
"Tell me, Asphalon... Do you believe in the Memories?"
"I have never recalled the Memories from the stories of old..."
"The stories of old have left this teaching out. Something like a drudgery, this story was to learn. This story was passed down from many families of old teaching, and it tells of a place that brings to light a certain truth that falls upon the land."
"What is this truth you speak of?"
"Gunslinger, you musn't ask those questions that pry upon me. You will not live that long to understand the meaning of these things anyway."
"Put my mind at ease with the answer to the problem."
"What will answers ease but a venturing heart?
"That heart is what keeps me going, and keeps me alive."
"You're own heart is what will be your downfall, Gunslinger. You are what most people loathe in this world, and that will be the thing that separates you from the real visions of the truth. The Memories are sacred to my own mind, and I shant tell you what they came from. These Memories, are my guidance, and I promise you that you wont be let down if you are to find the answers."
"I understand that you want to keep yourself true with your answers. give me a notable lead on where I can find the Memories..."
"Why?" Realizing that the Gunslinger just asked to be told where to go, even though he would be dead soon.
"Because I would like to know... Do not question my logic."
"The Cemetery of Memories..." He paused for a moment, and looked down at the Doctor. "You look like you have a few things to say yourself, Doctor."
The Doctor lifted his head, and wondered how the Man knew his name. "How do you..." He was interrupted by the man's speedy answer.
"We know not who you are, but we have heard of you from the people of Gillia. The town said that you prolonged an execution, and commited capital crimes."
"And who are you to judge what is a capital crime or not?"
The Man smiled and stood proud, making parallel his shoulders and chest muscles, almost as if posing for this. "I am Undrial, and I am part of the Faeruminiostea... Or, Fire Under Stars."
"Who are the Fire Under Stars?"
"An orginization that is for dedicated individuals. And also for taking out the Lands most wanted criminals."
"So basically like a police force of vigilantes?"
"Yes, but one of great mass and power. We are an army in secrecy... But we also are very abound, plentiful in our range of what we can do."
"So what are you going to do with us right now?" The Gunslinger asked, not allowing the Doctor to get his question in.
"My Dear Asphalon... We shall be taking you to the Land of Wearwind!"