Disclaimer: Oh look, she's back again. Wow, what a wonder, she managed to write another chapter without letting three months pass by.

= ~ = you know? I'm really getting sick of this guy....

Anwar: . _ . are we even sure the Disclaimer is male?

o _ o;; that's true....

Disclaimer: The world will never know.

Good, because I'm not interested in learning it.

Anwar: -inches away from Disclaimer- A-Anyway... Here's the next chapter....

When Lieal awoke, she was in a foreign place. Her tired eyes dragged over the detail of the supposed home. The walls were wooden – who would have thought at first that this was indeed build in a tree? Her awakening didn’t go unnoticed. Soon a red-headed, cat-eared girl turned in her direction. “Oh, you’re awake? Laulca took care of you day and night.”

Heath approached the foot of her bed, a slight smile on a worried face. “Good to see you’re with us,” he began, “How are you feeling?”

She didn’t feel like talking. Lieal had little will to do anything any more. She rolled on her side, putting her back to the others and staring at the wall with blank – emotionless eyes. There was slight shifting behind her, and she heard Heath sigh before calling Laulca to follow him.

The next thing she knew the morning of the next day had come. She must have fallen asleep without noticing. Which of course she had stopped dreaming. The ‘chosen one’ rolled onto her back, her eyes now staring up at the ceiling. She sighed, wishing that the next day would never come.

“Lieal, someone who says he knows you is here to see you,” Laulca called not to soon after her wish.

The girl pushed herself up into a seated position as the other entered the room, walking up to her bed. There was Duran, the same outfit he always wore. Same stitched up hat, same ring of flowers decorating it, the same piercing brown eyes full of dreams and determination. “There you are, Lieal,” he called, “I was wondering where you went to. They say you wrecked the town, and ran away in shame.” He lifted his hand, pointing a finger in her direction in a pose that was probably supposed to look heroic. “Well I’m here to punish you for your crimes and avenge the town!”

Even if the other had drawn his sword, Lieal didn’t flinch. She stared at him with broken, sad eyes. It was apparent she had all but lost her will to go on living. She had tried to prove her innocence, and no one would believe her. She had lost the book she had been entrusted with, and the companions that had come with it. Worst of all, she had lost the person she held dearest in her heart – just as she came to realize it.

The wanna-be hero drew his hand back, returning it to his side as a frown pulled his face down. “A real bad guy would have said something,” he remarked with a sigh. “I don’t really think you did it, Lieal. But are you really okay with letting things go on like this?”

She didn’t speak a word, and so after wishing her well, Duran left.

He came again the next day, a cheerful smile on his face – though she could tell it was a mere façade to try and hide the horrors happening back in town. He spoke about the flowers he picked, and how he still picked them because they gave him courage. Before leaving, he wished her well once again and left a flower with her.

The hero’s bloom sat there even to the next day, when Duran came to see how she was doing yet again. Lieal didn’t understand why he kept coming back. She just wanted to be left alone to sulk. But he came again and again, and each day he asked her how she was doing, and bit by bit it cheered her up – made her want to try harder to pull herself together and get back what she lost.

One day, she had felt well enough to get herself out of bed, and it was the one day she didn’t see Duran. At first she had been a bit unstable, her legs weak from having wasted so much time in bed. Just as she was getting reacquainted with walking around, Laulca entered the room, a boy leaning against her as she dragged him inside. “Laulca found this boy outside, he wanted to see you.

Then Heath was there. Lieal had no idea how the other man had gotten there, but that wasn’t the issue at the moment. Her attention was directed to the boy – Rex. He was exhausted, half-conscious, and fading fast. He reached a hand out, his tired eyes finding hers. “I-Is that… is that you?” he called weakly. “They… they think I have the Book of Prophecy… I-It’s…It’s in the desert – the desert witch has it…” He reached a hand into his bag pulling out a paper – a page from the book. “I was…honored to be your…best friend….maybe…someday – we can be – we can be…” his hand dropped, and with her free hand, she took his.

“Rex?” she called as her friend’s eyes closed, “Rex!”

A hand was then on her shoulder, “It’s okay. He’s just asleep – he’s tired, we should let him get some rest.” Lieal nodded, letting Heath know she would not panic. With his help, she moved her best friend to the bed she had once occupied, Laulca walking up on the other side to fan the boy with a large leaf she had fetched. The Chosen One watched as his face relaxed, and she sighed, relieved that he would be fine.

It was then that she took a moment to look at the page that Rex had given her. Pausing at the bedside she lifted it, unfolding the parchment only to see the page with the picture of Anwar. Her heart constricted at the sight of it, grief choking her for a brief moment. Lieal bit her lip hard, trying her hardest not to cry as the image of Anwar grew blurry in her eyes.

Anwar…

Author's Note: \o/ I REALLY DID WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER! YAY! -coughs- a-anyway... I've been slacking - I KNOW - I DO IT A LOT!

But see, I've started playing as Raivis from Axis Powers Hetalia on Myspace and MSN. ^ ^ So... I-I kinda get overrun by IMs and stuff every time I go online.

Anwar: I feel negelcted.

-clings to Anwar- I'm not neglecting you! It's life- it's not like I've had time to eat either! Dx -dies- I'm sorry this isnt that funny, can I offer you some smut? -shot-

AAAAAAAAAAAny ways.... _ I have to go, Egypt is IMing me. xD If you want my MSN the e-mail is:

See you next time~ -drags Anwar off-