Other Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Ones ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.21.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 177 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.21.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 177 | Status: Completed
His name? "My name is whatever you desire. I have no identity other than that of what you bestow upon me." He tried to think of the answers to her other questions, but he couldn't even begin to answer. "My...memory is somewhat vague about my past. The last time I remember being freed, Tutankhamen was the pharaoh. Who is the current pharaoh?"
Mia glared at him. Great....she was stuck with a clueless one. Joy. Standing she walked over the calendar and showed him the date. "There is no king, no pharaoh, just a president. You are in the United States and you have a lot of catching up to do." Sighing she set the calendar down and sat on her bed. "And I don't have the patience for it."
"I am sorry if I upset you," he told her, though it didn't seem as if he was truly all that worried with it. "It does not really matter what this world has to offer. My only purpose is to fight until I have either won or lost." Only if he was the last person left did this world matter, because then he would be freed from this cycle of violence.
Mia laid back on her bed. "You will be like a child to take care of. I'll have to explain everything to you." She groaned. "I already went through that phase with my brother." Sitting up, she looked at him. There was that pull again. Every time she looked at him, she felt like she belonged with him. Looking at her hand, she ran her fingers over the design. "So this fighting...people actually die?"
He did not like being compared to a child, but there were more important issues to worry about now. "Yes and no," he told her. "When we fight, there are casualties. We die when we are defeated, but we cannot die so we are simply reborn until the time is needed for us to fight again. However, our masters may perish and since our lives our linked to our masters if you perish so will I. Hence the reason why I must protect you. The easiest way to destroy me would be through you."
Her breath was caught. "So people might actually try to kill me? Over what? Some silly game?"
He smirked. "You understand nothing," he told her. "This 'game' as you put it, determines which god can rule over the earth. All these...creatures that you posses like the cars.... They are only possible because Neveria is shaping the earth. She values knowledge above all else. Depending on who wins, depends on the fate of your world."
Her eyes hardened. "And what do you want to do with this world if you win?"
"It does not matter what I wish. I have no say in what my god does. He will influence the world according to his will. All I will get out of this is my freedom."
"Well...what is your God like?" she said bluntly. "I'm not going to help someone who's God wants the world destroyed."
He shrugged. "It's not as if I have ever met him," he told her. He showed her his half of the mark. "I just know that I carry his mark. From what I have heard he is a god of justice. He weighs the sins of the world against its achievements and judges it accordingly."
He weighs good and bad and chooses? How...logical and...wrong. She just nodded at him. "I'm Mia," she said touching her chest. "You call me Mia, ok? And whatever name you want, you can have."
"Mia, that is a strange name," he sighed. "As I told you, my name is whatever you desire it to be. I believe my last master called me...Pluto. He was a roman general, and I do not believe that such a name is...fitting with your strange customs."
"Pick a name. Any name you want. If I end up naming you...you'll end up being stuck with something silly, like the cat I had when I was younger, his name was Sir Purrs A lot. Do you honestly think you want someone like me naming you?"
He shrugged. "A name is simply something that one uses to identify another. It does not matter to me. If you wish for me not to have a name that is just as well. As I told you before, my only purpose is to fight for Perses."
Mia groaned. "Fine! Be difficult! Go nameless for all I care!" Grabbing her pajamas, she walked over to the corner of her room where a screen was set up. Moving behind it, she began to change.
He nodded. She was odd. This would be the first time he would not have a name. It mattered little, however. Taking the dish he set it down and looked back at the glowing screen. His fingers touched it, trying to understand what strange magic had created such a device. He looked over the strange words which ran over it. His bond with the girl allowed him to speak her language, but her words were still foreign to him.
"Don't touch the screen. It's LCD. You'll ruin it," she said as she came out from behind the changing screen. She braided her hair and let it rest on her shoulder. Going to the bags she had with his clothes, she dumped them on the bed and started hanging them. How as she going to explain to her parents that she had an extra mouth to feed? She would have to put more away from her allowance....there went her shopping plans. She walked over and turned on the TV to watch while she hung up his clothes.
Though he wished to ask her questions, it seemed that he was going to have to learn things for himself. He sat before the moving picture box, curious about how the people managed to fix themselves into such a tiny thing. He watched it with interest, completely tuning out everything else. This world was strange...but fascinating.
Mia watched him watch the TV with interest. She finished the clothes then walked over to him, sitting next to him on her tiny couch. Maybe she wasn't being fair to him. Of course learning all this was hard on her...but it was hard on him too. The only life he knew was one of fighting. Turning off the TV, she turned to him.
"I'll call you...Neron. It means 'sea' in Spanish and since I found you by the sea...it's fitting," she said smiling. "Is that ok with you?"
He looked at her. "Neron," he said, trying the name out for himself. Slowly he nodded. "Yes, since that is what you want my name to be that, then I will gladly answer to it."
Mia took his hand. "I'm not asking you to take it because I chose it. I'm asking if you like the name."
He looked down at his hand. Females of the era were far more forward than he had expected. "I have nothing to really compare it to. My previous names were ones that signified the era. If you think it is a fitting name, then I like it." He flashed her a smile to ease her worries. "I do not worry about little things such as this. I just accept them as they are and continue forward. Though I do appreciate you giving me an identity. It would be rather awkward to live without a name."
Mia sighed and sat back, taking her hand from him. He was difficult. Not like any of the men she had met. Most of them would have told her what they wanted by now. "Well, you can ask some questions if you like. I'm sure you have plenty."
He smiled at this. Finally they were getting somewhere. "Yes, I do. This world is very strange. Things move much quicker than I am accustomed to. Also, you live here by yourself? How is that possible? Do you not have a husband? Does your President allow women to live without being married?"
Mai laughed. "In this day and age, in America, women have the same rights as men. My parents pay for my place so I can go to college here and get a degree so I can get a good job. In American, everyone is equal. No, I'm not married, I'm much too young for that," she explained.
He chuckled at this. "Leave it to her to make it to where women are the equals of men." He stopped as he looked her over. "You say that you are too young? Surely you are in the prime of your life. You must not have many years left of your life. Someone as beautiful as you should not waste away."
Mia blushed. "Beautiful? Me...?" She hadn't been called beautiful since her high school sweet heart had uttered the word. That was a long time ago. Shaking the thought she turned from him. "It's not uncommon for a woman to outlive a man...and these days, it's not uncommon for a man to live to his nineties or sometimes longer. Most women don't get married until their mid to late twenties. I'm only nineteen."
"Did the meaning of beautiful change?" She seemed surprised that he had told her as such. Truly she was far more perfect than most of the women had known in his time. Though as he said this his hand went to his chest. It was hard to remember, but he felt as if he should feel sad at something. He frowned at this. "I have been gone for quite some time...." The passage of time meant very little to him, but it was still disappointing to realize just how much the world had changed. He wondered just how much he had missed since he was put to hibernation.
Mia quickly shook her head. "No, the word hasn't changed. It's just that...men these days don't exactly know much about chivalry or romance. Normally, you are only beautiful to a man if you show him your body or sleep with him." She looked at her hand, running her fingers of the design again. "Morals have changed...men have grown colder..." she said in a low voice.
"That is a shame," he said softly. Though he was paying attention to what she was saying, his mind was lost elsewhere, trying to recover his memories from the haze of hibernation. "Love is the greatest thing a man can offer a woman." Closing his eyes he tried to focus more. He felt as if there was a door with a lock on his mind. It was so close, and yet try as he might he couldn't unlock it.
"Love is over rated," Mia said standing. Going to his things, she grabbed out some pajama pants. "Men don't usually wear shirts to bed, so just put these on and come to bed. The couch is too small for you to sleep on and I don't have any extra blankets for the floor." She pointed to the bed. "It's big enough for two."
He took the pants from her. He was already wearing pants...why would he also have pants to sleep in? "If it is just the same to you, I have been sleeping for centuries it seems. I do not believe that I will get much sleep this night."
Mia walked over to her laptop and brought it over. Clicking on the internet she went to Google. "Any questions you have...just type it in and press enter. It's rather easy to navigate. Try it out."
He cleared his throat and took the small thing in his hands. If felt heavy in his hands, but it also felt fragile. "I'm afraid that I do not understand these symbols," he told her after a moment. "Our bond allows me to understand your language; but back in my time literacy was not something which was taught to slaves."
Mia sighed. Taking the laptop she closed it. She didn't have the time to teach him to read and comprehend. Looking at the clock, she shrugged. It was spring break, staying up all night was part of that. Sitting next to him she smiled. "Ok...ask away."
By the time the sun had risen over the horizon Neron had asked nearly every question that he could think of. Though they spent most of the night talking, there was still much about the world that he did not understand. After all, most of his questions were about the society and things that he knew. There was an entire world that he had still yet to explore. Yes, he would have many more questions as the days progressed.
He watched her eyes start to lower, she was having a hard time staying awake. "You should sleep," he instructed. "There's plenty of time to discuss this later."
She yawned and shook her head. "Can't sleep when you are awake. It's rude."
He frowned and sighed. "Very well. Let me put on the pajama bottoms and I will lay down for an hour or two."
She nodded slowly as her eyes closed. She snapped them open, only to have them close again. Before long, she slipped forward, landing in his lap as her breathing eased and she slipped into a deep sleep.
Looking down at her, he gently stroked her hair. This felt familiar for some reason. It felt...nice, though he could not fathom why. Closing his eyes, he relaxed to meditate upon all that he had learned. He was still weak from his hibernation. It would take quite some time for his powers to fully awaken and be restored. Until then he would have to be careful to avoid contacting the others. Soon, despite his mental protests, sleep took him once more and fell into its embrace.
Mia woke hours later. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked around. A small blush spread across her cheeks as she looked up at Neron. He was sleeping and he looked so peaceful. Her body felt the pull again just as she had felt it all night while talking to him. Reaching up, she brushed his cheek lightly. He was so warm. How could someone like him be involved in such a fight? He didn't look like a fighter...he looked normal...though handsome. Her heart pounded against her chest as she laid in his lap. How wrong was this? He was a stranger and yet...she still felt like she had known him for years. And though she didn't know much about him, she couldn't help but feel like he belonged to her since he was her fighter...and he was her protector. Though, none of it seemed real at the moment.
He felt something stir on him. A pained moan escaped his lips, as if her movement had caused him pain. Off and on throughout his escape into dreams what little memories he possessed had been plaguing him. He remembered a great fire which consumed many. A fire which he had been responsible for. He remembered the flood, which had nearly ended their war. He remembered the countless armies which fought and died according to their will. He remembered the pain. He remembered glowing eyes as pain flooded his body. However, he also remembered something else. A calm, beautiful face... "Elyssa!" He moved forward, jumping as he startled himself out of his slumber. Shaking his head, he looked down at Mia who was still in his lap. "You're awake," he said, already the incidents from his dreams fading into a gray mist. "Did you sleep well?" He ran his hands through her hair once more, pushing it from her face and neck.
Mia would have protested were it any other man brushing her hair...yet, she almost welcomed it. The bond between them seemed to avoid any walls she had around herself about strange men. "Who...is Elyssa?"
He looked at her funny for a moment. He tried to think back to the last thing he said. Finally he just shrugged. "I am not certain," he admitted. "Just a phantom from my past I assume."
She sat up, leaving his touch. "Maybe she was your last master...though you said your last one was Tutankhamen...then again, maybe you lost some of your memories," she said. "Tutankhamen lived centuries ago, I'm sure there was another fight after that and before this one."
"I do not believe that I have ever lost my memories before, though I might have simply forgotten that I lost them." He chuckled slightly at that. "Though it matters not. The past is the past, and this is the present which I am in. Tutankhamen was the last master I remember. He had a strong heart, and I gained much power from that. I hope that with you my power will exceed what I can imagine."
Mia laughed at that. "I have nothing to offer. I have little courage and zero strength. I don't know much about battles and I've never seen a real fight before unless you could the high school fights..." She stood and grabbed some clothes for a shower. "I think I'll take you out for breakfast."
His face darkened as he heard this. "Then we will have to be careful until my body has adjusted and my full strength returns. A warrior's power is amplified by the heart of their guardian." A weak heart meant a weak warrior.
Mia placed her hand over her heart. "My heart?" She sighed. Going to the bathroom she closed the door and started the shower. What good was she? She was no pharaoh and she was no general with great power. She was just a normal girl. But...how did she end up with Neron? He had called to her, at least she felt like he did...and yet she had nothing to offer him like a normal master. He...would regret having her at his side.
While she showered, he closed his eyes to meditate. He was extremely weak. He did not know if he was the first to awaken or one of the last. Opening his eyes, they glowed with a faint blue light. Extending his hand outward he winced as a bony blade began to extend from his flesh. It wasn't much, but at least he had access to the most basic forms of his power. He extended it about a food from his hand. Moving cautiously, it took him a few moments to remember its strength. Closing his eyes, he winced once more as the blade began to recede back into his body. The wound which had opened from him using the blade began to close, leaving a wound which was already scabbing over.
Looking to his hand and at the wound he had taken from Mia earlier, he pulled off the scab from it, revealing the soft pink flesh beneath. Squeezing his hand, he groaned as he looked down and saw the blood spatters from his blade. Going to the kitchen, he grabbed some paper towels to wipe it up. No need for Mia to know about his little experiment.
Mia dressed after her shower and brushed her hair out. She walked out of the bathroom and grabbed her keys. "Come on...let's get something to eat," she said and started out.
Mia glared at him. Great....she was stuck with a clueless one. Joy. Standing she walked over the calendar and showed him the date. "There is no king, no pharaoh, just a president. You are in the United States and you have a lot of catching up to do." Sighing she set the calendar down and sat on her bed. "And I don't have the patience for it."
"I am sorry if I upset you," he told her, though it didn't seem as if he was truly all that worried with it. "It does not really matter what this world has to offer. My only purpose is to fight until I have either won or lost." Only if he was the last person left did this world matter, because then he would be freed from this cycle of violence.
Mia laid back on her bed. "You will be like a child to take care of. I'll have to explain everything to you." She groaned. "I already went through that phase with my brother." Sitting up, she looked at him. There was that pull again. Every time she looked at him, she felt like she belonged with him. Looking at her hand, she ran her fingers over the design. "So this fighting...people actually die?"
He did not like being compared to a child, but there were more important issues to worry about now. "Yes and no," he told her. "When we fight, there are casualties. We die when we are defeated, but we cannot die so we are simply reborn until the time is needed for us to fight again. However, our masters may perish and since our lives our linked to our masters if you perish so will I. Hence the reason why I must protect you. The easiest way to destroy me would be through you."
Her breath was caught. "So people might actually try to kill me? Over what? Some silly game?"
He smirked. "You understand nothing," he told her. "This 'game' as you put it, determines which god can rule over the earth. All these...creatures that you posses like the cars.... They are only possible because Neveria is shaping the earth. She values knowledge above all else. Depending on who wins, depends on the fate of your world."
Her eyes hardened. "And what do you want to do with this world if you win?"
"It does not matter what I wish. I have no say in what my god does. He will influence the world according to his will. All I will get out of this is my freedom."
"Well...what is your God like?" she said bluntly. "I'm not going to help someone who's God wants the world destroyed."
He shrugged. "It's not as if I have ever met him," he told her. He showed her his half of the mark. "I just know that I carry his mark. From what I have heard he is a god of justice. He weighs the sins of the world against its achievements and judges it accordingly."
He weighs good and bad and chooses? How...logical and...wrong. She just nodded at him. "I'm Mia," she said touching her chest. "You call me Mia, ok? And whatever name you want, you can have."
"Mia, that is a strange name," he sighed. "As I told you, my name is whatever you desire it to be. I believe my last master called me...Pluto. He was a roman general, and I do not believe that such a name is...fitting with your strange customs."
"Pick a name. Any name you want. If I end up naming you...you'll end up being stuck with something silly, like the cat I had when I was younger, his name was Sir Purrs A lot. Do you honestly think you want someone like me naming you?"
He shrugged. "A name is simply something that one uses to identify another. It does not matter to me. If you wish for me not to have a name that is just as well. As I told you before, my only purpose is to fight for Perses."
Mia groaned. "Fine! Be difficult! Go nameless for all I care!" Grabbing her pajamas, she walked over to the corner of her room where a screen was set up. Moving behind it, she began to change.
He nodded. She was odd. This would be the first time he would not have a name. It mattered little, however. Taking the dish he set it down and looked back at the glowing screen. His fingers touched it, trying to understand what strange magic had created such a device. He looked over the strange words which ran over it. His bond with the girl allowed him to speak her language, but her words were still foreign to him.
"Don't touch the screen. It's LCD. You'll ruin it," she said as she came out from behind the changing screen. She braided her hair and let it rest on her shoulder. Going to the bags she had with his clothes, she dumped them on the bed and started hanging them. How as she going to explain to her parents that she had an extra mouth to feed? She would have to put more away from her allowance....there went her shopping plans. She walked over and turned on the TV to watch while she hung up his clothes.
Though he wished to ask her questions, it seemed that he was going to have to learn things for himself. He sat before the moving picture box, curious about how the people managed to fix themselves into such a tiny thing. He watched it with interest, completely tuning out everything else. This world was strange...but fascinating.
Mia watched him watch the TV with interest. She finished the clothes then walked over to him, sitting next to him on her tiny couch. Maybe she wasn't being fair to him. Of course learning all this was hard on her...but it was hard on him too. The only life he knew was one of fighting. Turning off the TV, she turned to him.
"I'll call you...Neron. It means 'sea' in Spanish and since I found you by the sea...it's fitting," she said smiling. "Is that ok with you?"
He looked at her. "Neron," he said, trying the name out for himself. Slowly he nodded. "Yes, since that is what you want my name to be that, then I will gladly answer to it."
Mia took his hand. "I'm not asking you to take it because I chose it. I'm asking if you like the name."
He looked down at his hand. Females of the era were far more forward than he had expected. "I have nothing to really compare it to. My previous names were ones that signified the era. If you think it is a fitting name, then I like it." He flashed her a smile to ease her worries. "I do not worry about little things such as this. I just accept them as they are and continue forward. Though I do appreciate you giving me an identity. It would be rather awkward to live without a name."
Mia sighed and sat back, taking her hand from him. He was difficult. Not like any of the men she had met. Most of them would have told her what they wanted by now. "Well, you can ask some questions if you like. I'm sure you have plenty."
He smiled at this. Finally they were getting somewhere. "Yes, I do. This world is very strange. Things move much quicker than I am accustomed to. Also, you live here by yourself? How is that possible? Do you not have a husband? Does your President allow women to live without being married?"
Mai laughed. "In this day and age, in America, women have the same rights as men. My parents pay for my place so I can go to college here and get a degree so I can get a good job. In American, everyone is equal. No, I'm not married, I'm much too young for that," she explained.
He chuckled at this. "Leave it to her to make it to where women are the equals of men." He stopped as he looked her over. "You say that you are too young? Surely you are in the prime of your life. You must not have many years left of your life. Someone as beautiful as you should not waste away."
Mia blushed. "Beautiful? Me...?" She hadn't been called beautiful since her high school sweet heart had uttered the word. That was a long time ago. Shaking the thought she turned from him. "It's not uncommon for a woman to outlive a man...and these days, it's not uncommon for a man to live to his nineties or sometimes longer. Most women don't get married until their mid to late twenties. I'm only nineteen."
"Did the meaning of beautiful change?" She seemed surprised that he had told her as such. Truly she was far more perfect than most of the women had known in his time. Though as he said this his hand went to his chest. It was hard to remember, but he felt as if he should feel sad at something. He frowned at this. "I have been gone for quite some time...." The passage of time meant very little to him, but it was still disappointing to realize just how much the world had changed. He wondered just how much he had missed since he was put to hibernation.
Mia quickly shook her head. "No, the word hasn't changed. It's just that...men these days don't exactly know much about chivalry or romance. Normally, you are only beautiful to a man if you show him your body or sleep with him." She looked at her hand, running her fingers of the design again. "Morals have changed...men have grown colder..." she said in a low voice.
"That is a shame," he said softly. Though he was paying attention to what she was saying, his mind was lost elsewhere, trying to recover his memories from the haze of hibernation. "Love is the greatest thing a man can offer a woman." Closing his eyes he tried to focus more. He felt as if there was a door with a lock on his mind. It was so close, and yet try as he might he couldn't unlock it.
"Love is over rated," Mia said standing. Going to his things, she grabbed out some pajama pants. "Men don't usually wear shirts to bed, so just put these on and come to bed. The couch is too small for you to sleep on and I don't have any extra blankets for the floor." She pointed to the bed. "It's big enough for two."
He took the pants from her. He was already wearing pants...why would he also have pants to sleep in? "If it is just the same to you, I have been sleeping for centuries it seems. I do not believe that I will get much sleep this night."
Mia walked over to her laptop and brought it over. Clicking on the internet she went to Google. "Any questions you have...just type it in and press enter. It's rather easy to navigate. Try it out."
He cleared his throat and took the small thing in his hands. If felt heavy in his hands, but it also felt fragile. "I'm afraid that I do not understand these symbols," he told her after a moment. "Our bond allows me to understand your language; but back in my time literacy was not something which was taught to slaves."
Mia sighed. Taking the laptop she closed it. She didn't have the time to teach him to read and comprehend. Looking at the clock, she shrugged. It was spring break, staying up all night was part of that. Sitting next to him she smiled. "Ok...ask away."
By the time the sun had risen over the horizon Neron had asked nearly every question that he could think of. Though they spent most of the night talking, there was still much about the world that he did not understand. After all, most of his questions were about the society and things that he knew. There was an entire world that he had still yet to explore. Yes, he would have many more questions as the days progressed.
He watched her eyes start to lower, she was having a hard time staying awake. "You should sleep," he instructed. "There's plenty of time to discuss this later."
She yawned and shook her head. "Can't sleep when you are awake. It's rude."
He frowned and sighed. "Very well. Let me put on the pajama bottoms and I will lay down for an hour or two."
She nodded slowly as her eyes closed. She snapped them open, only to have them close again. Before long, she slipped forward, landing in his lap as her breathing eased and she slipped into a deep sleep.
Looking down at her, he gently stroked her hair. This felt familiar for some reason. It felt...nice, though he could not fathom why. Closing his eyes, he relaxed to meditate upon all that he had learned. He was still weak from his hibernation. It would take quite some time for his powers to fully awaken and be restored. Until then he would have to be careful to avoid contacting the others. Soon, despite his mental protests, sleep took him once more and fell into its embrace.
Mia woke hours later. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked around. A small blush spread across her cheeks as she looked up at Neron. He was sleeping and he looked so peaceful. Her body felt the pull again just as she had felt it all night while talking to him. Reaching up, she brushed his cheek lightly. He was so warm. How could someone like him be involved in such a fight? He didn't look like a fighter...he looked normal...though handsome. Her heart pounded against her chest as she laid in his lap. How wrong was this? He was a stranger and yet...she still felt like she had known him for years. And though she didn't know much about him, she couldn't help but feel like he belonged to her since he was her fighter...and he was her protector. Though, none of it seemed real at the moment.
He felt something stir on him. A pained moan escaped his lips, as if her movement had caused him pain. Off and on throughout his escape into dreams what little memories he possessed had been plaguing him. He remembered a great fire which consumed many. A fire which he had been responsible for. He remembered the flood, which had nearly ended their war. He remembered the countless armies which fought and died according to their will. He remembered the pain. He remembered glowing eyes as pain flooded his body. However, he also remembered something else. A calm, beautiful face... "Elyssa!" He moved forward, jumping as he startled himself out of his slumber. Shaking his head, he looked down at Mia who was still in his lap. "You're awake," he said, already the incidents from his dreams fading into a gray mist. "Did you sleep well?" He ran his hands through her hair once more, pushing it from her face and neck.
Mia would have protested were it any other man brushing her hair...yet, she almost welcomed it. The bond between them seemed to avoid any walls she had around herself about strange men. "Who...is Elyssa?"
He looked at her funny for a moment. He tried to think back to the last thing he said. Finally he just shrugged. "I am not certain," he admitted. "Just a phantom from my past I assume."
She sat up, leaving his touch. "Maybe she was your last master...though you said your last one was Tutankhamen...then again, maybe you lost some of your memories," she said. "Tutankhamen lived centuries ago, I'm sure there was another fight after that and before this one."
"I do not believe that I have ever lost my memories before, though I might have simply forgotten that I lost them." He chuckled slightly at that. "Though it matters not. The past is the past, and this is the present which I am in. Tutankhamen was the last master I remember. He had a strong heart, and I gained much power from that. I hope that with you my power will exceed what I can imagine."
Mia laughed at that. "I have nothing to offer. I have little courage and zero strength. I don't know much about battles and I've never seen a real fight before unless you could the high school fights..." She stood and grabbed some clothes for a shower. "I think I'll take you out for breakfast."
His face darkened as he heard this. "Then we will have to be careful until my body has adjusted and my full strength returns. A warrior's power is amplified by the heart of their guardian." A weak heart meant a weak warrior.
Mia placed her hand over her heart. "My heart?" She sighed. Going to the bathroom she closed the door and started the shower. What good was she? She was no pharaoh and she was no general with great power. She was just a normal girl. But...how did she end up with Neron? He had called to her, at least she felt like he did...and yet she had nothing to offer him like a normal master. He...would regret having her at his side.
While she showered, he closed his eyes to meditate. He was extremely weak. He did not know if he was the first to awaken or one of the last. Opening his eyes, they glowed with a faint blue light. Extending his hand outward he winced as a bony blade began to extend from his flesh. It wasn't much, but at least he had access to the most basic forms of his power. He extended it about a food from his hand. Moving cautiously, it took him a few moments to remember its strength. Closing his eyes, he winced once more as the blade began to recede back into his body. The wound which had opened from him using the blade began to close, leaving a wound which was already scabbing over.
Looking to his hand and at the wound he had taken from Mia earlier, he pulled off the scab from it, revealing the soft pink flesh beneath. Squeezing his hand, he groaned as he looked down and saw the blood spatters from his blade. Going to the kitchen, he grabbed some paper towels to wipe it up. No need for Mia to know about his little experiment.
Mia dressed after her shower and brushed her hair out. She walked out of the bathroom and grabbed her keys. "Come on...let's get something to eat," she said and started out.