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Timeless Bonds

Chapter Ten: Hognapping

By Chicobo329 and Debbie (Dai-chan

What have I done?

So strange that I sense this through the wronged soul, feeling the pain and sorrow and shame.

And yet I feel like I'm truly being banished.

Banishment, a horrible fate, a fate of hopelessness and nonexistence. A severing from the fate originally bore.

Emptiness.

Loss.

Oblivion.

Fear . . .

I feel a soul - whose soul? - being cruelly torn apart. Ragged ends swaying sadly. Mere piece of self hanging for all to see and pity and loathe and ignore.

It won't stop bleeding. Bloods of crystal seeping thickly. Fragments of stone drowning in puddles of emerald liquids. Beautiful, ugly flames of green life searing the tatters of my soul - whose soul?

Charred fate.

Won't stop bleeding.

Won't stop drowning.

Won't stop feeling.

The emerald fire won't stop burning! Filling my eyes until I'm blinded. Deafening me with silent screams of ache.

What have I done?

Crystal cracking, many webs of flaws, white lines against emerald liquid. Crying for comfort, screaming for revenge, dying for relief.

Opening and bleeding as more webs come. I can't stop bleeding. Nothing to stop it, everything to let it bleed.

Flesh burning, filling the universe with the disgusting odor of failure. Burning and burning, watching the flesh vanishing in emerald fire.

Charring and blackening, flesh crumbling into despondent scabs. Dry, empty, and soulless.

Soul shriveling, ends shattering and gone in the limitless space of nothingness. Feels like dying, wanting to die, won't die, can't die, don't want to die.

Won't stop bleeding.

Won't stop drowning.

Won't stop feeling.

Banished.

Filling me, draining me, beautiful, ugly green fire . . .

What have I done to you?

It was here again. He so hoped it won't come back, but it did. Not as a glimpse or a foreboding this time, but as a lingering nightmare, its claws of remembrance still gripped tightly in the afterimages.

Why? It didn't matter if it came three times now. Didn't matter at all. Why did he see it as a nightmare now? It came, each time worse than the last one. First as a glimpse, second as a memory, and now as a nightmare . . . What would happen next? Reality? He felt his entire body tightening against itself, his clenched knuckles crushed against his lips, so hard that he was sure they might leave dents there.

He had to get up. If he will dream again, the nightmare might become reality next time. He knew he had to stay awake and not let it came true. But he was so exhausted! So drained of energy, feeling like the green fire leeched from him.

His curiosity urged him to question the green fire, the fire that was still burning inside him. He wanted to question it, feeling a strong mix of wrath and fear, wrath to erase it away with a fire of his own and fear to face the reality of the green fire. He wanted it to go away . . . to let him alone. To stop the pain. Stop the sorrow . . .

He wanted Big Brother. He wanted to crawl into his bed, nestling against the sleeping hedgehog until he stirred awake, wanted to crawl into his arms and hear his words of solace until he could sleep safely. Sonic always erased away the nightmares he had with a quick hug and reassuring laughter. Whenever dreadful claps of thunder spooked him, Sonic didn't mind at all the clinging on him, letting him feel safe until the storm passed. In spite of him hating tears and crying, Sonic always helped dried his tears with an understanding pat on his head.

Tails didn't care that he was older and didn't come to him as often lately. He knew he had learned and was encouraged to brave his fears on his own. He was proud of himself to keep his cool in some dire situations. Yet, he was still young, and even his hardships didn't blind his emotions. He was scared, frightened of this nightmare, this emerald fire, and he wanted Sonic to comfort him. He needed him to tell him that everything was alright. To be reassured that the nightmare was only this - a nightmare. Not real. Never real.

Finally, by mere effort, his eyes opened up.

The room was rather soft and dim in lightning, but it was better than the void-black background with green fire and white cracks. His rumpled quilt underneath him gave him some comfort that he wasn't trapped in the nightmare. The other bed was in front of him and that further weakened the despair's hold on him.

Tails rubbed his eyes, crawled out from his bed. He was about to come to Sonic's bed when he noticed the tossed-aside quilt near the end of the bed. It was empty. He was first alarmed, ears flattened in an instant, but he then spotted the red shoes placed by the door, along with the larger gloves on the desk. Sonic would haven't left without them. Perhaps he just woke up earlier than usual? Yes, that had to be it. He did wake up early from time to time, although rarely. He wasn't a late sleeper, just a heavy sleeper.

Nothing to worry about. He inhaled heavily. He was feeling better now. More minutes awake, farther the nightmare was from his mind.

He then detected a familiar scent in the air. Cooked eggs. He faintly smiled. Yeah, Sonic probably woke to breakfast.

Leaving his own shoes and gloves, the kit rushed downstairs, yearned to join Sonic in eating his breakfast and be comforted. Yet, once he got in the main room, no one was present. He heard the light whistling from behind the kitchen doors, sounding like it was from the innkeeper. But no one else was here. No Sonic chomping down his food and waving in greetings from across a table.

Maybe . . . Maybe he was eating in another room? Or that he had finished and was somewhere else right now?

Tails glanced at the western door, wondering if Sonic was there, but the hunger was slowly gnawing in his stomach. The nightmare had fatigued him, already, and the smell of delicious food watered his mouth. OK, he'll eat his breakfast, then find Sonic. His stomach won't forgive him if he waited any longer.

"Good mornin', kid!" came the voice of the innkeeper.

The otter was just stepping out from behind the doors, carrying a tray toward the bar. The bright, cheerful grin wasn't quite the same as Big Brother's, but it was warm and he found himself smiling back. As he came to sit on a stool, the otter already set a breakfast for him, fried eggs and small pancakes.

"Thanks . . . " His voice sounded small.

Apparently, Gary noticed it, for he eyed him in concern. "Bad dreams?"

The kit simply smiled back, determined to forget his nightmare. "Wasn't a big deal."

He then concentrated on eating his breakfast, watching the innkeeper from under lowered eyelids as he went to clean the floors. He had already liked the otter from the minute he met him. But then, it was hard not like any Islander, with the typical mellowness and openness. It was difficult not to feel meek or irritated around one, and Tails had grown fond of them.

Gary, pretty much, had a simple life. Born and raised in South Island, he decided to move to the mainland, in the Marble Mountains, to try out the inn business. Business was good, but he had big dreams and eventually, he moved on to South Hilltop with his new family, finding a suitable town in Blue Mesa and settling there at last.

When Tails asked about his family, not seeing them here, Gary mentioned he had sent them away, had a 'funny' feeling of danger happening in South Hilltop. He wanted his wife and two children to be safe, so he sent them to a town, far in the west, just in time before the blizzard struck. Gary thought it was just a silly feeling, he said with a cheerful grin. It was only a blizzard, just a snowstorm. Nothing to fidget over.

Finished with his breakfast, the kit again looked around, hopeful to see Sonic back here. Of course, he wasn't, and he turned to Gary, timidly asking, "Mr. Gary, you know where Sonic is?"

"I dunno, man. I haven't seem him this mornin'." Gary paused in cleaning. "Must've sneaked out without me knowin'."

At that, Tails supported a faint frown. Went out without his shoes? In snow? That was unusual.

Thanking Gary for his breakfast, he then jumped off and headed for his room. Again, he glanced to the older verde's shoes, again puzzled at Sonic's unrevealed choice to be unshod. The hedgehog can be random and unpredictable, but one thing Tails can be so certain was that he would not go out in the cold without some footwear.

Something was fishy . . .

He donned his accessories and began a search through the inn rooms for Sonic. He checked in Streak's, first, hoping that Sonic was probably talking with the wolf in the meanwhile. No one was present, apparently, and Tails disregarded the thought of the two verdes engaged in conversations. Sonic disliked Streak from the start and the wolf didn't seem to notice Sonic's dislike nor attempted to warm up to him. Tails couldn't figure why.

'Adults' , he thought with a childlike exasperation.

The wolf, his brother, and he were the only inn dwellers, and so Tails took the advantage to check the other four rooms beside theirs' without a scolding. The rooms were built the same to theirs' and Streak's and, of course, empty. No hedgehog poking around in the drawers out of boredom. He didn't get to check downstairs; Gary had mentioned that the door to the game room was locked the whole time. And Sonic was lousy at lock-picking, lacking patience for it even if he ever tried.

The only place left was outside.

The weather, as he stepped out, was pleasant and somewhat tepid. Thermometers still displayed a few degrees under the average temperature, but the lukewarmness was a sweet welcome from the brief blizzard and glacial coldness. Mighty gales, stirred from the blazing sun, swept up snowflakes, making it seeming to be snowing without the clouds above. Snow was by now melting, dampening the gravel with puddles and tiny rivers.

In spite of the gales and melting snow, people took their advantage to devour the warmth. It was like the entire population decided to step outside and filled the streets, some on their business, some to play, and even some more simply to sunbathe. Yet, as Tails strode through the crowds, he didn't feel the busyness there. He noticed that this town was quite different from Sunrise Town and even Starlight City.

Starlight City, apparently the largest Primerian city, was sleepless, lively and active from dawn to next dawn without a blink for a doze. Even during blackouts, blizzards, and once under Eggman's brief domination(1), Starlight City remained awake. Sunrise Town may be a rural town, but it was still awake due to the tourist entertainment. Living on tourists' presences, Sunrise Town kept up, hurrying to keep the visitors happy all year long.

Blue Mesa had none of these, making this town a real-life village, where its people kept an eye on themselves first, the outside world second. The closeness and hospitality from the people added an intimate depth to the village.

The sensation could've comforted the little fox right away, but it wasn't the same without his Big Brother around. He had to be somewhere. And nearby! One of the people here had to see him. After the two days of staying in Blue Mesa, a blue hedgehog, much less a world-famous Marked , can't be that difficult to be found!

He questioned each person he saw, scurrying in stores or stopping anyone on the sidewalk. No mentions of Sonic yet. Each negative answer of Sonic's whereabouts built to the mental anxiety he already had, tightening his chest.

So what if he was overreacting? He had a reason, no, several! The nightmare was too unsettling that he desperately hoped it was just a nightmare! And Sonic was missing! There was no way that he would've ever left without his shoes! How could he ever -

Tails forced himself to stop. Slowing down into a stand under an awning, he inhaled in a large breath. Alright . . . he needn't think those anxious thoughts. The hedgehog must have a reason to go anywhere. He was unpredictable, after all. Maybe . . . just maybe, Tails was really overreacting.

Yeah . . .

But . . .

Ah, this was absurd. Tails again anxiously rubbed the back of his head. He spent quite enough with Sonic to know his habits, however random.

His senses abruptly leaped at an impending presence from behind. Almost like a looming glacier out of nowhere . . . Alarm crept up his spine, as cold as the presence, forcing his back fur to bristle stiffly. He whirled around, startled.

"Easy there . . . "

At the calm voice, Tails managed to calm down, relieved to see Streak. The wolf had his paws up as if to reassure the fox, his stoic face wearing the concerned visage. However, his eyes remained ever piercing, eying him with a knowing hint. He seemed to know what was going on, for he knelt down to Tails' height and placed a large paw on his shoulder. Tails felt grateful.

"You look a little nervous."

Tails quietly nodded, ears and tails stilled. His voice sounded once again small. " . . . I can't find Sonic."

The wolf formed a light smile and asked, "Would you tell me what happened?"

Tails first hesitated, not sure if he should tell about his nightmare, and decided against it. He would have told, but this was something too personal to let a new friend know . . . He skipped the nightmare and said, "I woke up and couldn't find him. His shoes are still at the inn, but he wouldn't have left with them. I asked around, but they didn't see him . . . "

Tails can't help but wonder if this was part of the odd tiredness Sonic had. Sonic hasn't showed any of the fatigue since before the race in South Island. Tails was glad that it didn't show up, but the hedgehog hasn't shown any improvements in his usual energy and speed either . . . Maybe Sonic somehow got the fatigue back and because of the, he just left? To be alone . . . ?

Streak grunted in question. "Unusual. That's not like him."

Tails gave him an astonished blink. What did he mean by that? "You think you know him?" He didn't felt vexed at the thought of a stranger possibly knowing the hedgehog more than he did, but rather curious at that.

A mild shrug. "He's easy to read. His personality and past actions show this is something unusual."

Huh? Sonic? Easy to read?

Streak stood and beckoned him. "Let's go check your room, Tails."

Tails wondered how Streak could help out in the search, but he was grateful for his help, regardless. Maybe he might find something that Tails missed. As they arrived to the inn, the kit didn't feel reassured that Streak was helping out. This wouldn't be so easy to find the hedgehog. When he wanted to, Sonic can vanish without a trace. He had that knack: in which he would dash off without mentioning one word of his reasons, gone for days to a time, and then returned as if nothing happened.

Tails had got used to his disappearances after a long time of worrying and searching before he finally comprehended his brother's . . . randomness.

Of course, whenever Sonic disappeared, he always brought his shoes!

If the hedgehog will think this disappearance funny, his little brother will think a bonk on that thick skull funny, too.

The room was still empty when they entered. The shoes and gloves were still present. He was still missing. The kit stepped aside, immediately inquiring of the change in the wolf's demeanor. Streak took one glance at the accessories, then cast his scrutinizing glances elsewhere. He lifted his nose in a primitive manner and sniffed the air.

Tails watched him closely, fascinated to see how a verde use instincts, instincts that were nearly dormant underneath the thousands of years in civilizing. Like verdians, verdes lost most of the same instincts shared with regular animals, and yet at a point, usually from a powerful burst of emotion or a need to express, a instinct would appear. A fierce growl when cornered, a thrilled wagging of the tail when pleased, an abrupt flattening in the ears when startled.

However, these 'instinctive' displays were only a tendency. It was like the verdes only wanted to show the instincts, not because the instincts were dormant, but because they felt it was necessary. Perhaps to remind them of their 'original' lives as animals before the Growth. Or perhaps they found acting such somewhat fulfilling.

Streak was showing one of the instincts, which was picking up certain scents in the air. Verdians did the same thing, of course, but seeing a verde doing it was quite different and entrancing, a civilized animal doing what a wild animal did. Even after watching many verdes, Sonic included, doing this was fascinating to him.

The minute Streak knelt by Sonic's bed, his brow lowered slightly with a frown. Did he find something? Tails waited, watching, as the wolf inspected under the bed with a few sniffs. When he turned to Tails, the frown has deepened. Somewhat with cautious dislike.

"Come here."

Tails knelt beside, on paws and knees, like Streak, and he gazed at him in question.

"Take a sniff."

Tails did so, his broad muzzle twitching. A hint of a familiar scent lingered in the air, and the familiarity abruptly startled Tails. He blinked in astonishment, realizing that he should've smelt this long before, even with the nightmare that dazed his mind.

He looked up to the wolf, who bore a cognizant look. He said one word. "Oil."

Streak nodded in response.

"And not only this, but - " another inhale " - burned gun powder." If a gun was fired here, he should be able to hear it.

Streak beckoned toward the bed. "Something is under there."

Being small enough, Tails crawled underneath and grasped his paw around the tiny, metallic-lit object. His sense of touch told that it was oblong and quite small to fit in his grip. As he came out, the moment Tails took notice of the object, he felt a sudden coldness clutching inside his rib cage.

There was no mistake of the details, being too apparent. It was a dart, a kind of dart that was used for tranquilizing. Painted with the two too-familiar colors - deep, blood-dried red with marble-cold grey, the dart had a face on it. A face that has became one of the feared symbols of Verden in a short time. A round face with blank, staring eyes, a toothy leer, and a spiky mustache

The face of Dr. Robotnik.

He was here . . .

He was . . .

Alive?

But wait . . . this didn't seem to make sense to Tails. That verdian was dead, and he was certain of it. He himself saw the explosion! Sure, he didn't get to see the whole thing afterward, but that huge explosion can't be mistaken; no one could survive from it. A Super could, clearly, but a verdian like him? No.

Eggman can't be alive.

And yet . . . Sonic was missing. He wasn't stupid enough to be caught, and even so, he was simply, preposterously too fast. if he was to be caught, it had to be against his will . . . or without him being conscious of it.

. . . Abduction?

The wolf then stood, distracting the kit from his thoughts, and he headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Tails was quick to get up to his feet.

The direct answer was: "We need to find Sonic now."

Tails didn't want to believe that a likelihood of the hedgehog being abducted was possible, didn't even want to conceive it. Yet, more he thought on this, more sense this made. Anyone could've kidnapped Sonic if he was caught unawares, and who else but Eggman was the most likely abductor? An abduction would be unlikely for the verdian, but still, his motives behind this could be easy to notice.

Eggman would do anything to get rid of Sonic.

Anything . . .

We need to find Sonic now.

Grabbing on his still-packed backpack, Tails trailed after the wolf, who was heading down the stairs. He didn't stop when Gary, still cleaning the main room, questioned of the quick departure. Tails had to stay behind, letting Streak going through the front door, as he answered that they needed to go find Sonic. He kept the dart hidden within his grasp, kept most of the details from Gary. No need to worry anybody until he knew what was going on.

Gary did look concerned, but an Islander didn't usually allow negative emotions to affect, and the otter wore a quick grin, waving a farewell paw. "Ya watch yarselves, alright?"

"Of course!" The kit nodded. "We'll be back before you know it!"

Quickly, he headed outside. The wolf sure moved fast, and the high-piled snow didn't help for Tails. Hops between the larger footsteps and dashing where the snow height was low, and soon, he got to catch up with Streak, across the plain, and into the boundaries of evergreens. The eyesight was abruptly dimmed from the dense covers above, but his vision was fairly good, and soon, he picked up something different about the clutter of footsteps.

Besides his and Streak's footsteps, he can see quite several pairs of animal tracks, assuming that this thin line between trees must be an animal path, prey or predator. Tails lacked the knowledge of reading tracks, but he can tell the tracks were fresh. If they were old, the blizzard would've covered them by now.

He didn't know how to tell the difference in the tracks; he wasn't keen in zoology. Yet, he did know one particular track and it was of Sonic's. Finding his stride was easy, especially when you had to often search for him. Fast-paced and honed in impatience were almost always in his walk.

However, his tracks weren't here, and Tails than disregarded the tracks, keeping an eye on Streak in front.

They arrived at the brim of a small, rugged opening, just a spot empty of trees, a distorted circle of snow covering the area. The evergreen covers shielded most of the snow from melting down. Tails spotted something new, one that he hasn't seen lately. A slight depression in the snow was at the center, like something spherical has placed itself there and in feather-light weight. Also, one specific track separating from the other paw prints, heading toward the center. Here, the track vanished, like the paw prints became the depression, or something.

"It stops here."

Tails looked at Streak, and this time his nose was low, not sniffing. "The tracks?"

"The scents. They don't lead any further." The frown, the kit noticed, hasn't disappeared at all, again deepening this time with a bitterness. This was Tails' first time to see any change in the wolf's face. He already knew by now from talks and observations that the wolf was very unruffled, rarely letting anything disturb him. Just quietness and alertness with an occasional smile.

Now, as the wolf crouched close to the snow and again explored, the frown remaining, Tails pondered which of the scents disturbed him like that.

Streak didn't take long; already, he knelt back, paws on knees, voicing his results, "A verdian's scent."

The bitterness remained in his face and voice, and Tails frowned, puzzled. "You have a thing against verdians?(2)"

A shake of his head. "No, but there is one verdian I don't like and all the evidence leads to him: Dr. Eggman."

Tails stared down to the slight depression. What object could have made this? Something light, perhaps. Or something afloat . . .

A hovercraft was possible, but the technology of building a hovercraft was quite lacking, especially when the inventor jealously guarded it from everybody, from the governments to the filthy wealthy.

Eggmobile?

But it wasn't like Eggman, Tails protested. To kidnap someone so quietly? He did take hostages, but never this quiet! His nature was too cocky for a simple, hidden abduction. He sure loved to announce loudly and boast about how he remained unbeatable while the hostage was preventing the hero from risking far enough. Tails knew that too well.

Tails had to know if the scent was actually Eggman's. He didn't exactly get more than a chance to get close enough, but he did smell it on many badniks. Eggman liked to get personal when it came to his badniks, and his final touch and scent were easy to notice. Kneeling beside Streak, he took a whiff.

Lingering oil and grease with a slight hint of hickory(3), somewhat prickling and making his nose to itch.

Definitely Eggman's scent.

If it wasn't for his scent, Tails would've disregarded the thought of Sonic actually abducted and by his archenemy.

Leaping to his feet, he then darted back down the path, growing violently irked at the snow that was slowing him down. He had to get back to his plane and fly over to Metropolis! He had to find Sonic there! If not, he will search all over if he must! The hero abducted was wrong to him, should've never happened! Just not possible!

A sudden clutch came around his upper arm, so abruptly that he was yanked off his feet by his own velocity. Agony flared in his shoulder joint and he yelped, the ire vanished from the pain. He twisted around, to glare down to the grip - grey fur, thick fingers - Streak!

"Hey, leggo!" the kit struggled to his feet, his other paw clawed on the large fist, attempting to break the fingers off. But, amazingly, that grip felt too alike to the Echidna's grip, he recalled - unbreakable.

The steel-blue gaze was narrowed, the grip not loosened. "What are you doing . . . ?"

"Get Sonic back!"

"Where?"

"Metropolis! Will you let me go?"

The grasp contracted, and agony again flared. Wincing, he forced himself to subdue, wearing a meek glare. "You can't just barge into Metropolis like this!" Streak slightly pulled his grip closer, and Tails had to topple over his heels, avoiding to receive more pain in his shoulder. "I hope you realize it's stupid to rush out like this."

The kit's ears fully flattened, and that wasn't from the scowl on the wolf. "But . . . Sonic can't be kidnapped . . . " He didn't want to believe it. All this was making Big Brother too . . . vulnerable.

"Don't worry, Tails," Streak gently said, letting go. "We will get him back."

Tails gingerly rubbed his bruised arm, feeling slightly comforted. Even if both knew for certain that Sonic was held in Metropolis, there were still propositions of finding the exact location, the increase in number of badniks (possibly), and even Eggman himself. Tails might know quite enough, but no one knew the doctor better than the hedgehog, and without him, Tails' plans wouldn't go planned as smoothly without any insight of what Eggman might think.

If he was to free Big Brother, he will need some help. He may be a genius with deception and mechanism, but melee combat wasn't one of his best skills. That was part of Sonic's job. Yet Streak could be a good replacement. He was definitely built for melee combat, and if he won't have to fight, he would still be excellent for breaking in and rescuing.

Tails quietly nodded. "Yes, we will get him back."

"One thing . . . " Tails blinked as Streak lightly tapped a finger on his chest, saying, "We wouldn't want the doctor to know about our little secrets, right?"

What secrets . . . Oh!

Horrified, Tails shielded his chest with both paws. "You're right!" That would be direful if Eggman found out about the transfusions . . . The doctor had a morbid fascination with the anatomy of advenas(4), taking an interest in how the tiny bodies coexist with disorderly Chaos Energy in the genes. He even experimented on them, using them as mini batteries to run the badniks.

Paying no attention to the public protests and threats from the governments far and near, Dr. Robotnik continued the experiments to the day. Traumatized, dying, or even dead advenas were still found among broken-down badniks.

If he was to do this experiment on one of us . . .

Shuddering, Tails erased away the looming thoughts away. No way, positively, that Eggman could've known about the transfusions. As long as he didn't know, Streak and Tails, and definitely, the Chaos Emeralds were safe. It was a good thing that Sonic wasn't transfused with an Emerald.

Yet . . . he was a Marked. And Marked had Chaos Energy in the genes . . .

His imagination could - and it can - get enthusiastic if he wasn't too careful. Tails again shuddered. Hope that this experiment won't be the reason in the abduction . . .

Tails, get a grip on yourself!

Sooner they got Sonic back, the better!

Impulsively, the kit clutched on the wolf's arm and tugged, like a child would do, to get attention. Now unbearably aware of the dart grasped in his other hand, he said sincerely, "I can't do this alone. I need your help, Streak . . . Can you help me?"

He was worried that the wolf would say no. Instead, Streak made a mere nod; even a slight smile appeared. No more, no less.

That was all he needed to know, wanted to know.

Already, he felt better.

To be continued!

1. Eggman was able to invade the cities of Spring Yard and Starlight City during his brief reign in parts of Primera during the events of Sonic 1. Thanks in large part to the efforts of Sonic the Hedgehog, the cities were reclaimed and have since recovered completely.

2. Even after the War of Difference in E3, some verdes and verdians hold grudges against one another, although such occurrences are very rare in Primera. The current state of verde-verdian relations in Primera as a whole are positive.

3. Hickory is a personal scent of Eggman's and a verde with a good nose can often spot the scent among his machines.

4. Advenas are the names of various and mysterious species of small animals that roam Verden. They are smaller than other comparative animals, but possess unusual amounts of erje and Chaos Energy as well as heightened intelligence. The name 'advena' means 'stranger' in Ancient Singa. Two of the most well known and rarest advenas are flickies and chao.