Ruin Explorers - The Aftermath
Ruin Explorers - Prolouge: The Aftermath
Yuki-hime - bishoujosenshi_hime@hotmail.com - PG-13

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This is basically after the OVA series. Fam and Ihrie left Lyle and the others at Reon.

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Two women on horses rode the rolling hills toward the nearest port. One was a squirrel-like girl with short blonde hair and a tail. The other was sheathed in red chest armor and had purple-ish long hair. If one looked for more than a fleeting moment, they could tell that both were magic users.

"Ihrie, do you think Lyle will be okay? On his own?" Fam asked as she gazed at the sunset.

Her companion with purple-ish hair looked at her, then at the horzion. The colors were varied from pinks, yellows, purples, and blues. "I'm sure he is, Fam. Lyle can make it on his own. And he has his people to help him."

They fell into silence again. Riding for as long as the light would permit, then setting up camp.

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Elsewhere, in a small town neighboring Reon, a middle-aged man with a dog was sitting in the town bar. He was dressed respectively in fine clothing. And mumbling to himself about his loses in his last scheme, er... travels.

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A man stood there, surround by bandits of a local Reon town. He was tall, with brown hair, cold blue eyes and a loooong sword.

"You cannot defeat me for I am Migel. I have bested more than 100 cavalrymen on horses!" he yelled.

The bandits around him blinked at his exclamation. Then charged. Migel took down them all in a few mighty swings of his blade.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! I am Migel!" he spouted before being interrupted.

"Are you finished Migel? And stop spouting on and on about your damn horses!" his female companion yelled at him. She was medium height, coming about to Migel's chest if measured, had long blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Rasha, you never let me have my fun," he complained.

"Shut up and come on!"

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Morning....

Ihrie and Fam found the port and booked passage back to the main island. The ship was set to sail that afternoon at 4:00.

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A young man stood on a small grassy knoll overlooking Reon. The castle was being repaired and would be done in a few weeks. The people were rejoicing at the return of the prince, who now would be King.

Lyle sighed, his brown hair waving in the light breeze. His blue eyes scanned the area, making sure there was peace.

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Ihrie and Fam sat at the local tavern. Fam sat playing with the town's stray dog beside Ihrie. And Ihrie was in deep thought. Last night's dream was distrubing and confusing. She didn't know what to make of it and she didn't want to bother Fam with her problems.

"....Come on little doggie. Talk I can hear you! I'm Wiccan," Fam was rambling again. All she recieved was a 'woof'.

"Hey Fam. Are you done torturing that dog?" Ihrie asked in annoiance.

"Ihrie, I'm not torturing the doggie," she replied before going back to 'playing' with the dog. Ihrie watched as Fam held what was left of her leg of chicken above the dog's head. Waving it back and forth. And sighed in defeat.

"Excuse me, but are you Ihrie, the Ruin Explorer?" a man asked. He was tall, well-built with short black hair and dark blue eyes. He gave the impression of a refined man, someone who had been well-educated and mannered. His armor was of black and gold. Very ornate. Especially for a commoner.

"Who wants to know?" Ihrie asked as she took a sip from her cup of wine.

Fam was ignoring the conversation and the man. "Ihrie, look at the doggie," she giggled.

The man laughed at the young girl and smiled. "So you are Ihrie. I wish to travel with you."

"I'm sorry but," she started to say as she stood.

"I don't take no's. I just wish to travel along. I will not be in the way."

Ihrie looked at him suspiciously. "Why?"

"I have my own reasons." He stared hard at her.

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