* * * * * * * * * * * [i]Ahkrin has gotten himself captured? Oh, this is ironic,[/i] Zharn chuckled inwardly as he watched a group of ODSTs drag his unconscious friend inside the warehouse. He was stood at a distance from the humans, surveying the situation from a perch previously held by a marine sniper. In his hands, Zharn held one of the human rifles. It was a primitive thing, and Zharn was worried it would fall to pieces within his hands if he fired it. Gas operated no doubt, with metal bullets. Zharn's finger barely fit within the small alcove where the sniper rifle's trigger rested. Still, it would have to do. He looked through the inefficient scope of the weapon, surveying the inside of the warehouse through a window. The humans had tied Ahkrin up, binding him to a chair. Evidently they intended to use him as a hostage. At least he wasn't dead. How far away was the UNSC VTOL ship now? Probably less than an hour. Zharn sighed, drawing away from the affixed sniper scope for a second, bringing out a communications device from his pocket. "Ahkrin? Ahkrin, can you hear me?" The words would be spoken over an encrypted channel, so the humans wouldn't hear them. In turn, the transmitter on Ahkrin's end picked up on the slightest vibrations. The Stealth Sangheili wouldn't even have to make a whisper to reply. [i]"Affirmative brother, I hear you,"[/i] came the amplified reply. Zharn smiled despite himself; a marine was standing guard over Ahkrin less than a metre away, and yet the two Sangheili were holding a conversation under his nose. "What's the situation Ahkrin? No games, we have less than an hour." A noise of pain echoed back to Zharn, who realised that Ahkrin must be in pain. [i]"Actually Zharn, we have less than forty minutes. The human ship has landed at the far end of the valley, the Demon has started to take their stolen technology to it. We can't let them, it'd give them an advantage the Covenant can't afford to let them have."[/i] Zharn didn't need that explaining to him. He grimaced. "Command will have to understand the situation -- we're moving to the secondary plan, despite the risks.." [i]"Is that the one where we blow everything up?"[/i] "The very same. Hold on Ahkrin, we'll get you out." "Hurry friend; the human's haven't provided me with blankets. The warehouse is freezing." The communications link ended. Zharn looked through the human sniper scope to see a wry smile plastered across Ahkrin's face. [i]He always has to get the last, sarcastic word in. Now, time to request an army.[/i]

[b]Part 17 - Things never go according to plan[/b] Scribes and scholars observed Sorran and Hem with awe as the two grandly dressed Honour Guard strode through the tight corridors which littered the study district of High Charity. Sorran felt nervous, jumping at every shadow, glaring at every person who glanced their way. And all the while, he was expected to keep his stave in sync with Hem's, so the two formed a barrier in front of Restraint. Sorran's head rose up and down as he constantly checked the rooftops. They seemed to be an awful security risk; any fool who was a dab hand with a rifle could pick the Minister off. Or could they? Sorran had no idea just how powerful Restraint's personal energy shields were. Hem didn't seem to be worried, and if he was, the old Sangheili certainly didn't show it outright. He walked tall and confident, his being giving off a sense of power. Even Hunters assigned to guard posts moved out of his way anxiously. Sorran, on the other hand, evidently radiated an air of uncertainty. Fellow Sangheili leered at him suspiciously, Unggoy glared at him bitterly, Jackals stared at him between narrow eyes. As he was staring at a rooftop in paranoia, he suddenly felt himself smash into something solid and fall to the ground. Dazed, he looked up to see a Hunter surveying him in anger. "Be mindful of where you walk!" The Hunter's voice rumbled like the crashing of a thousand lightning storms, sending fear straight down Sorran's spine. A crowd had gathered around Sorran and the Hunter, no doubt wanting to see the blind Honour Guard stomped upon by the raging behemoth towering over him. Sorran swallowed nervously. "Sorry," he muttered, trying to scramble to his feet. The Hunter stared incredulously at his bond brother behind him, before turning back to the frightened Sangheili. "So you should be!" The Hunter hefted Sorran up with a lone hand, ramming him painfully into the wall of the book keeper's, causing the metal to dint. Sorran managed to break out of his panicking stupor, and glared at the Hunter, who had the clear look of murder about him. Without waiting to find out if the Hunter would grow angrier, Sorran reached down to his belt with a clear hand and drew out his energy sword, driving it into the left leg of the huge beast. Lekgolo worms tumbled to the ground as they died, burned to death by the searing hot plasma. The Hunter cried out in pain, dropping Sorran to the ground. The Hunter removed the sword from its leg with a yowl, before leering down at Sorran. It swung its heavy shield in the Honour Guard's direction, raging. Sorran ducked the blow, which instead took a sizeable chunk out of the building it struck. The Sangheili hefted his dropped stave from the ground, igniting its charge. He aimed it at the Hunter's exposed torso, and-- "Part fools!" a familiar voice cried out over the turmoil of the small fight. A moment later, Hem came into few, his own energy sword drawn. He stared at Sorran, stave raised; and the Hunter, Assault Cannon glowing a dangerous green as it warmed up. Understanding the situation, Hem grabbed the startled Hunter by the folds in its armour, somehow driving the huge juggernaut against the opposite wall menacingly. The Hunter's bond brother stood, uncertain, as was the crowd looking on. "Do you realise who you brawl with [i]worm[/i]?" Hem demanded of the Hunter, and there was a sharp intake of breath from the crowd. 'Worm' was one of the worst insults one could attribute to the Mglekgolo. "We--" the Hunter began to justify, voice uncertain. "That was a rhetorical question! Speak not, and know your place. I and my friend whom you scrap with are regal Honour Guards of the noble Minister of Restraint," Hem informed the Hunter, the Lekgolo eels which formed it each growing paler. The crowd had grown wide-eyed; Restraint was not a name to be bandied about lightly. Whilst he may not be Hierarch anymore, he still commanded a lot of influence with the Council. "We did not know--" Hunters always referred to themselves as 'we', never 'I'. "Quite evidently. Only a fool would pick a fight with Restraint's Guard. I should have you thrown to imprisoned Jackals; they could make good use of the meat," Hem threatened. Sorran clambered to his feet, staring darkly at the Hunter. And at the same time he was astounded. Long ago, had such a fight occurred, he would have been torn to shreds by the Hunter, who would receive no punishment. Being an Honour Guard of one so respected has its advantages. "What has transpired here?" the voice was Restraint's. All faces turned to survey the Prophet as he moved through the parting ensemble. Hem growled one last time at the Hunter, before tearing his gaze away. "Noble master, this...leech has deemed it appropriate to attack Honour Guard Sorran," Hem explained to the Minister, who regarded the Hunter and his bond brother (who seemed to be trying to distance himself from his mate) through narrowed eyes. "Really now? And was this attack provoked?" Restraint demanded. The circle of onlookers around them instantly began to shake their heads in Sorran's favour. Sorran hesitated. "I may have bumped into the Hunter by accident. But it overreacted," he said, not wanting to Hunter to be killed just for offending him. Restraint turned to the Hunter. "Is this true?" There was silence for a few moments, in which the Hunter shifted on its feet nervously. "Perhaps." Restraint's eyebrows rose at the behemoth's ambiguous reply, "We mean; yes, noble one. We apologise." The Minister sighed, before frowning. "We have wasted much time here. Hunter, your life shall be spared. You and your bond brother will, however, report to your superior for reassignment of the negative kind. Do you understand my wishes?" Restraint instructed the Hunter and his paired mate. Sorran thought it a little unfair that the other Hunter was to be punished for his bond brother's crime. Then again, the two were telepathically linked, both being formed by eels of the same colony, so it made sense. "Yes, noble Minster," the two Hunters replied in unison, marching off glumly. Restraint smiled, satisfied. Hem still seemed angry about the incident. "Don't you have better affairs to attend to?" he demanded of the awed crowd, who instantly scurried away, busying themselves. Restraint glided over to Sorran. "Are you hurt?" the Minister questioned. Sorran shrugged. "A little bruised, but I think the Hunter ended up worse off." Hem walked up to the Minister, seeming upset with the Prophet. "Tell me old friend, [i]why[/i] did you allow that worm to leave with his life? You should have thrown him in a vat of hot oil for his insolence. Attacking an Honour Guard! How dare he even have the--" "Hem, you're rambling," Restraint told his friend with a laugh, holding up a hand. Sorran smiled wryly. "I heard the trait of senility came with age," he joked, which received the young Honour Guard a shove from the older. "Killing one who has offended you is a very low thing to do. I am no Prophet of Truth," Restraint explained. The mood between the group of three turned darker at Truth's mention. "I suppose you are right," Hem grumbled, sounding very much like the old Sangheili he was, "but that doesn't mean I like it." "And you don't have to. Such is the blessing of free will. Now come, we must hurry if we are to reach the Great Library before all the pesky scholars awaken. No offence intended Sorran," the Minister added the last part in response to Sorran's wordless protest. "Oh, and Sorran? Try not to pick another fight with someone twice the height of you." * * * * * * * * * * [i]"I am in position Ahkrin. Are you?"[/i] Ahkrin hesitated for a few moments, wondering one last time if his hastily thrown together plan was a sound one. Then he cleared his head of doubtful thoughts. "Of course," he told Zharn over the channel with false bravado. The Ultra scoffed, before terminating the link. Ahkrin looked down at the humans below, by the warehouse. The Demon was still there -- his weapon was holstered, but Ahkrin knew that the Spartan would be able to kill him in a hundred different ways without the assistance of fire arms. Then the signal came. A single human shot was fired in the air, followed by a surge of plasma fire. The sounds came from the distance, back down in the valley where the snipers had sat positioned. Immediately the human shoulders were alert, bringing out their primitive weapons, squinting hard down the valley. Colonel Errand frowned. "We've got Covenant. 038, take ten of my men and head down to find out what the hell is going on with Sierra Bravo 1." The Demon nodded, signalling for a group of marines to follow him. The group trudged off into the distance, into the mist. The human Colonel below scowled, and shouted something unintelligible at a group of ODSTs, followed by a command. The troopers moved around the corner of the warehouse, leaving Errand on his lonesome. Errand stared at the skies nervously. He should have kept his eyes on the ground. Ahkrin disengaged his stealth camouflage in front of the Colonel, punching him in the face. Armour met skin, and the Sangheili felt several bones smash under his fist. The Colonel went reeling back, holding his bloodied nose in shock. Ahkrin gave the human no respite, landing a solid kick in the human's gut. Errand collapsed to the ground in pain, staring up desperately at his attacker. Ahkrin grew arrogant, believing the Colonel beat. Therefore, he was shocked when Errand drew out from his coat a small object, tossing it in Ahkrin's direction. The Sangheili stared at it curiously, before he realised with horror just what he was staring at. Flashbang. Before Ahkrin could avert his eyes, the world exploded in a flurry of light and sound.

When is the ETA on the next part?

Nice! When the Spartan came back I was like, ohhhh, man. Great stuff wolver, keep it up!

He knows... And I'm a great artist! :D

your a great writer

Get the wallpapers now, while they're hot! [url=http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/2118/truesangheiliv1.png]Version 1[/url] | [url=http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/8569/truesangheiliv2.png]Version 2[/url] Wolverfrog, please don't quit on this story anytime soon. plz? I like it a lot. - AssaultCommand

Yes! It's even better than I remember.

Make it true then, you're awesome. [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog Cliffhangers are my Trademarks.[/quote] Please make the END very interesting. I also like the way you make this short stories. Keep it up!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] random no337 Another chapter! :D But again... You now have 3 fanfics going at once...[/quote] ... OH SHI-- :P I'll manage...hopefully. I need to buckle down and finish Insurrection.

Another chapter! :D But again... You now have 3 fanfics going at once...

Once i read the first few lines i was interested with the story, and read very part so far! Excellent story, i hope you make more!

Hooray! Another chapter, finally! And it was leet.

*que dramatic music*

"Surely you jest; do you not know where I used to work? Someone shall recognise me!" Sorran protested in terror. Hem chuckled, shaking his head. "Which is why you shall wear this." The Elder Honour Guard tossed something in Sorran's direction, which the younger Sangheili deftly caught. He brought the object before his eyes, and saw a round, spherical helmet; a scarlet red with golden t-blam!-s. "Pretty," Sorran appraised, placing the helm on his head. The Sangheili looked into the mirror, only to see an emotionless mask stare back at him. The helmet completely masked who he was; the mouth guard even covered his mandibles. "And efficient. When speaking, try to change your voice a little. Put on an accent akin to those some on the colonies wear. If all goes well, you could stand speaking to your own father and he wouldn't recognise you!" Hem remarked, and Sorran's gaze from within his helm grew cold. "My father is dead, as is all my family." The older Sangheili's expression grew apologetic and sombre. "My condolences and apologies young one, I did not know," Hem told Sorran, who shrugged. "It matters not. That was a different life, belonging to a now dead Sangheili. I must move on, if I am to stay sane." Hem stared at Sorran with a look of impressed respect, before turning towards the doorway. "I shall leave you to prepare in peace. Restraint expects us in the lower quarters within the hour. Anything else you wish to speak to me about?" Sorran sighed, gathering his new shoulder pads, affixing them slowly to his slight arms. "Not particularly. I can't help but wonder about Zharn and Ahkrin; they have a tendency to get themselves into trouble. Don't misunderstand me; they are formidable warriors, each in their own right -- but sometimes they can get in over there heads when they don't have a wise mouth to lend them consul," he poured out to Hem, his tone wistful. The Elder Sangheili nodded slowly, with a reassuring smile on his face. "You worry too much young one. I'm sure your friends are perfectly okay, no doubt returning victorious from another battle." * * * * * * * * * * * * * "What do you see Ahkrin?" There was silence from the Stealth Sangheili for a few moments. "Trouble. Of the demonic variety," Ahkrin reported solemnly, prompting a stare from Zharn. "Pass me the binoculars, I wish to see for myself." Wordlessly and ashen faced, Ahkrin passed Zharn the small device. The Ultra crawled between a gap in a large rock, and brought the goggles to his eyes, surveying the outside of the warehouse in the distance. He then saw it. The flash of an orange visor standing tall amongst the otherwise blue visors of the ODSTs. Breathlessly, Zharn ducked back behind the rock, facing Ahkrin with a grimace. "A Demon is here?" he questioned unnecessarily. Ahkrin smiled darkly. "Not [i]a[/i] Demon, [i]the Demon.[/i] The very same you supposedly killed back at the human base a while ago," the Stealth Sangheili corrected with a sigh. Zharn frowned doubtfully. "Impossible Ahkrin, not even one of the Sharquoi could have survived such a grave fall as the one the Spartan experienced. How do reach this unlikely conclusion?" the Ultra demanded. Ahkrin rolled his eyes, as if he were annoyed that he had to explain himself. Arrogance incarnate. "The number on the Demon's chestplate matches that which was displayed across the helmet you took as a trophy. The Demon you fought and the figure by the warehouse are one and the same." "You remember the number?" "I wouldn't be very good at my job if I didn't. So, glorious leader, how do you propose we steal back that which is rightfully ours under the watchful gaze of the Demon?" Zharn let out a deep breath he hadn't enough known to be holding. The human infidels on Eridanus II had somehow managed to get their heretical hands on a Covenant technology cache en route from High Charity to the 7th fleet. The technology was well encrypted, but everyone knew that the humans could be deviously intuitive at times. They would eventually find a way to reverse engineer the technology, which could give them significant advantages, such as energy shielding, and perhaps even blue prints for plasma weapons. That couldn't be allowed to happen. "I am unsure. I bested the Spartan once, but that was down to luck, and the fact he was already weakened. Perhaps we should listen in to their conversations, perhaps it would give us an idea of what we face." Ahkrin nodded, bringing out sound sensitive equipment. When activated, it would allow the two Sangheili to hear everything the humans by the warehouse said to each other. If they so wished, they could hear a spider on the other side of the valley spinning its web. After a few moments, the equipment was activated. Zharn patched his suit in to its frequency so he could hear. "...we're too exposed out here," one of the human marines, a private, grumbled, kicking the ground. Another taller, smug looking character dressed in officer's clothing gave the private a stare that could have burnt through a Hunter's shield. "Are you questioning my tactical decisions private?" Instantly, the private cringed -- he evidently hadn't thought anyone but his friend would hear him. "No Colonel Errand sir..." the private trailed off, after giving a pathetic excuse for a salute. The human Colonel named Errand sneered in contempt, before turning to face the Demon. "038, how far away is the heavy lifting VTOL?" the Colonel muttered, speaking quietly. The other marines wouldn't be able to hear him, but Zharn and Ahkrin could. "About an hour Colonel Ackerson," the Spartan replied curtly. Zharn frowned in confusion. [i]Ackerson?[/i] Just a moment ago, another marine had called him Errand. [i]How odd. Perhaps it is a human thing.[/i] Zharn turned to Ahkrin, expression bleak. "We have less than an hour to secure the cache and call in the Reaver." Ahkrin scowled. "I know that! Why can't we just bring in reinforcements?" The Stealth Sangheili sounded stressed, and Zharn could tell he was thinking hard. "No possible way. Humans have AA turrets all around this area of the planet -- only a Stealth Reaver is fast and quiet enough to make it through -- they are hardly troop transports." "Then we are alone." "For now? Yes." Ahkrin poked his head above the rock once again, scanning the surroundings. A short while later, he faced Zharn again, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Worry not. I have a plan."

[b]SECTION II[/b] [b]Part Sixteen - Life goes on[/b] "Cover my back Ahkrin," "Cover it with what O' revered Ultra?" Zharn scowled; even now, with he being a Ultra, Ahkrin still couldn't resist the urge to throw in jibes at him in every possible circumstance. "Your [i]eyes[/i] Ahkrin, watch out for human snipers," Zharn impressed upon the other Sangheili, who smiled. "Is that an order sir?" [i]Why does he always have to be like this? He knows I hate it when he thinks of me as his commander.[/i] "Take it as you will, just do it." Indeed Zharn would need his friend's uncanny level of sight, the rocks in the valley were so numerous that hundreds of humans could be concealed with their snipers, and Zharn would be none the wiser. Ahkrin tended to notice the little things though, such as a leaf not pointing in the same direction as others in its cluster. The pair scurried from rock to rock, always alert. Active camouflage would do no good here, thermal sights on the human sniper scopes would detect them instantly. Far better for he and Ahkrin to use body cooling technology which masked them from such thermal scopes. When they were a quarter of a way through the valley, Ahkrin suddenly tackled Zharn to the ground, behind a rather large boulder. Zharn stared at his friend in anger. "By the Journey Ahkrin, what are you--?" the Ultra was cut off as a sniper bullet then flew over them, leaving a streak in the air as it flew by. Zharn blinked. "Ah. Thank you. Now what?" Ahkrin merely signalled for Zharn to stay pressed against the rock, and to stay motionless. "The sniper won't have had a proper glimpse of us, in all probability he saw a shadow flicker through his scope and shot nervously. Wait here for a few minutes, we will be safe," the Stealth Sangheili instructed Zharn, who laughed sharply. "That's what you said when we were boarding that human ship," he reminded Ahkrin, who scowled. "I had no idea that fusion reactor would blow, I'm no Huragok. Besides, the Phantom arrived before we ran out of air, and so why do you still talk about that incident?" Sangheili with bloodlines as strong as Ahkrin's could often be very highly strung, especially when their abilities were question. Zharn, not wanting an argument now of all times, with a sniper looking out for them, decided to let the memory drop. "Do you think the human has disregarded us?" Zharn asked half a minute later, breaking the awkward silence. Ahkrin shook his head firmly. "Nay, the barbarian dogs can be persevering creatures. Give it a little while longer." Zharn nodded, before sighing. "It's been three weeks since Sorran's body was found dead in his cell. And I know what you will say, but I can't forget about it. If I'd been in the city with you, with him when he'd been about to slay the Brute, maybe I could have changed things," the Ultra said sadly, shaking his head. Ahkrin nodded. "Perhaps, but I find it better not to dwell on what might have been." Zharn smiled crookedly, and then suddenly frowned. "You say a lance of Jackals saw the crime. I'm surprised you did not...deal with them before they reported the incident, it would be nothing new to one of dubious moralities such as you." Ahkrin then chuckled, shoulders rising and falling as he did so. "I tried to do just that Zharn, and managed to 'deal with', as you say, all but one. A cunning figure he was, and I suspect he was deliberately hiding from me. Bastard. Perhaps I should have arranged for the Prophet who reported to the Ministry Sorran's crime to die in suspicious yet inconclusive circumstances, before he could report of course," the Stealth Sangheili mused. Zharn laughed at what he thought to be a joke, before noticing Ahkrin's regretful expression. The Ultra stared incredulously at his friend. "You're serious are you not?" Zharn questioned Ahkrin, who nodded humbly. "It could have been done. A human poison -- human so suspicion falls upon [i]them[/i] -- laced within the Prophet's evening tea. I would have then killed the bastard Jackal, and that would have been that. Ah, if only time were not so linear," the Stealth Sangheili explained. Zharn scoffed. "Sorran got condemned to death for slaying a [i]Brute[/i]. I can't even begin to imagine the horrors that would be inflicted on you for going through with such murders." Ahkrin smiled wryly as Zharn said that. "Indeed, but you forget something: Sorran is--was not a trained assassin. I am. If I so wished it, I could have made all the evidence for the theoretical killings point towards a Brute in the camp, or you Zharn." Zharn rose his eyebrows at that, muttering a sharp retort, but he knew Ahkrin did not boast without reason; his friend really was that efficient. "Perhaps. Is it safe?" Ahkrin held up a hand, slowly popping his head over the rock. A few seconds later, he ducked back down and nodded. "The human sniper is busy foolishly clogging his lungs with smoke. The path is clear, let us move." * * * * * * * * * * * * [i]Look at those fools below. Ignorant, accepting, following a blind prophet...How I envy them[/i], Sorran thought to himself as he stared down at those below. A wave of emotion swept over him, and he pushed himself away from the window ledge, looking into the mirror. The Sangheili staring back at him from the shining surface was certainly he, and yet at the same time the reflection was a complete and total stranger. [i]Who am I, to be entrusted with such a dark secret? The fact I am the son of a now deceased Deacon Master makes it all the more ironic.[/i] Sorran stared at the fine robes that now covered his lean body. Restraint was certainly no frugal spender when it came to outfitting his guards. Sorran had been provided with an entire new wardrobe by the Minister, as well as weapons far more powerful than anything he had used in the Covenant military. His armour was ancient, harking back to near pre-Covenant times, possessing a kind of reverence about it. [i]I'm an Honour Guard. Me. One who was, not too long ago, a person of little significance. A scholar of small worth.[/i] It was nearly too much to take in, and Sorran felt a familiar uncomfortable feeling build within his head. These migraines had become all too common in the past few weeks. The door behind him suddenly sounded as a person entered. Sorran turned to see Hem, Restraint's second personal Honour Guard. The Minister had scores of guards in his chain of command, but only Sorran and Hem knew of the Covenant's dark secret. "Another headache?" the Elder Honour Guard questioned sympathetically. Sorran nodded slowly, before groaning as another spasm of pain crashed over him. "Indeed. And nightmares too. Horrible, chilling shades haunt my dreams." "I'll have an Unggoy bring you a medicinal draught. Aside from that, how are you faring?" Sorran shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. "As well as could be expected. I miss my old life--not being a Scholar, but strangely enough, I lament the loss of no longer being in the military alongside Zharn and Ahkrin," he sighed softly. Hem nodded gravely. "Such is the curse of being a dead man; no one can know you still live Sorran." "And yet I still keep my name?" There was a pause. "Whilst not completely commonplace, your name is not rare enough that being hailed Sorran shall draw suspicion to you." [i]Then I am not an entirely complete stranger; I still keep my name, and the sanctuary of my thoughts.[/i] "That is one thing to be grateful for. Is there a reason you've come, noble Elder, other than to soothe my mind?" Sorran questioned the older Sangheili, who folded his arms. "Quite. Restraint has requested that you ready yourself, he, I and you are to journey to the Great Library come noon." Panic gripped Sorran's heart in a vice-like grip, and he suddenly found it difficult to breathe. He stared at Hem incredulously.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] me123456789 Do you know when you will release a new part? I miss them.[/quote] I've started and stopped so many times now. I'm just wondering where I should go with the series.[/quote] No, you aren't. You're thinking [i]what's the best way to close down all these projects so I can go back to Memoirs?[/i] ;)

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] me123456789 Do you know when you will release a new part? I miss them.[/quote] I've started and stopped so many times now. I'm just wondering where I should go with the series.

Do you know when you will release a new part? I miss them. [Edited on 11.30.2009 9:21 PM PST]

Its really good can u just make those anytime you want to, you know, the storylines

Wow! You are really good at writing stories!

Woah. What an awesome way to end a part. It was amazing. You really captured the way one would feel if the foundations of their life was taken out from under them. The charactarization is what I find most empressive. Their personalities are so clear, like I have met them myself :D

Yeah, I would like to read what their looks are going to be. [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] me123456789 Great first section, I wonder if he will ever get to see Savara, Ahkrin or Zharn again. [/quote] And better yet, how will they react if he tells them of Restraint's revelation? Assuming he'll see them again, of course. >.> <.<[/quote]

HA!~Brainwash was the correct word for the covies, and still they would not believe it. I think, if you ever make a third section, it would bring something phenomenal...Also, GOOD WORK!

Nice! Just read the part where Sorran discovers the truth. Awesome! I love you skill with diolague!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] me123456789 Great first section, I wonder if he will ever get to see Savara, Ahkrin or Zharn again. [/quote] And better yet, how will they react if he tells them of Restraint's revelation? Assuming he'll see them again, of course. >.> <.<[/quote]We will see them again.