Chapter Seventeen: The Last Day
"Today is the last day." Ark stood, leaning on Luck's door. "Come on get up."
Luck stood and staggered, swaying side to side. She rubbed her eyes.
"Nice pajamas." smirked Ark, arms crossed.
"What? I like these." Luck motioned at her pink bunny pajamas. She shooed Ark out and took them off. She put on a purple blouse and a blue skirt. She put on her socks and shoes, and proceeded down the stairs to meet the waiting Ark. She glanced outside. It was pitch black.
"Why are we up so early?" She asked.
"Early? Its about eight o' clock," replied Ark taking out his pocketwatch.
"Eight?!?" Luck gasped.
"Yeah, the days get really short around here during the winter." Ark replied casually. Ark sipped his tea. Luck grabbed her cup. They both drank in silence.
"Lets go," Ark said, placind down his cup. Luck put hers down too. She followed him out into the cold air. She hugged his arm. She couldn't see very well in the dark and didn't want to get lost again.
"You have to finish what your doing today." Ark smiled at her. Luck tried to smile.
"Ok, whats wrong?" Ark asked, stopping.
"Its nothing..." Luck replied shyly.
"Well, obviously it is." Luck kept walking, letting go of Ark. She stopped.
"I have this bad feeling..." Luck turned around. Ark smiled at her.
"Don't worry. We have a whole guild protecting us!" Ark replied.
"Besides, you got me too." Ark walked up to her. "I'll protect you, no matter what." Luck hugged him. Ark hugged her back.
"Promise?" Luck whispered into his shirt.
"Of course." Ark whispered back. He offered her his arm. She grabbed it and they walked again.
"There it is. You ready?" Asked Ark, stopping in front of the inn.
"Yeah," Luck replied.
"Welcome back. Sorry about the sudden cancelling," said Kid, motioning them behind.
"No problem. We used the day off well." Ark replied, "Well, I did." Ark glanced at Luck. Luck fidgeted, thinking about yesterday. She thought about the lime, hidden in a small box in her dresser.
"Well, have a nice last day." Kid smiled, which seemed odd in contrast to his overwhelming presence.
"Hello," greeted Frem looking up from yet another potion. "Welcome back!"
"What are we doing today?" asked Ark glancing at the potion and imediately reading the potions recipe in the liquid.
Luck walked past and down the stairs.
"Morning!" greeted Clare, looking up form her polished claymore.
"Morning," Luck replied walking over to the sword she had to finish.
"Need help?" asked Clare walking over.
"No, I should be able to finish it, but thanks for the offer." Luck smiled, picking up her hammer.
"Okay," Clare said glancing over Luck's shoulder. "Its beautiful," praised Clare.
"Not really," Luck blushed.
"No, really, its great!" Clare continued.
"I have to finish!" Luck said shooing Clare away.
"Okay, okay," replied Clare returning to her own work.
"Okay, Mr. know-it-all, you've learned this before," smirked Frem at Ark. Ark shrugged. What was he supposed to do, tell Frem he could read drinks? He would laugh and call it Ark being modest.
"I guess you're just a great teacher." replied Ark. Frem laughed.
"You're just being modest!" Frem laughed.
"Called it," Ark thought to himself.
"Well, I don't have anymore to teach you really..." Frem thought aloud. "You are done here I guess. Just wait for your friend."
Frem walked out the front door, waving goodbye.
"Hey Kid, where did you guys find Frem?" inquired Ark.
"Him? Umm... He was found by Spike, so I wouldn't know." Kid replied.
Ark remembered what Spike had said, "I find who I want when I want." Ark shivered. It was sort of creepy. He sat down in the lobby and picked up a book on the shelf next to him. The title was: The History of Orta. He opened it. He read of a evil tyrannt that took all of the land and disappeared with the goddess of the land. He read of other Races, non-human. Turga and Muris. He read that Muris lived on a floating island powered by lime. The Turga shared the continents with the humans until the tyrannt came about. The continient split into pieces and the Turga blamed the Humans.
"What are you doing?" Luck asked him. He checked his pocketwatch. It was nine in the afternoon.
"Man time flies!" said Ark as he put the book back on the shelf. He turned around. Luck was holding a sheathed sword out to him.
"What is this?" asked Ark surprised.
"Its what I made in class." Luck smiled. Ark took it form her. It was light and sturdy. He unsheathed it. It was light blue.
"Wha-how did you do this?!" He asked taking in its splendor.
"I superheated it, and thats how it turned out. I don't know why, but I liked it." Luck smiled, proud of it.
"Its beautiful." Ark ran his hand along the inscription. It was his name.
"And it even has my name on it!" He said sheathing it. Luck smiled.
"I knew you'd like it!"
"Lets get home now." Ark suggested. Luck grabbed his arm and they walked out into the dark again. As they walked, a light shone dully in front of them.
"What is that?" Asked Ark leaning over. The light moved with him.
"The sword!" pointed Luck. Ark unsheathed it, and it shone brightly.
"Wow!" they both whispered in unison. They both stared for a second, then Ark sheathed it.
"Lets go." Ark held out his arm. Luck grabbed it and they walked. They walked in the moonlight towards their unlit house. A light turned on as they got close.
"Ventro or your dad must be home." Ark suggested. The light went out. Ark looked confused. Another light went on. As they got closer, it went out to. Ark dashed into the house, drawing his blade. He ran up the stairs just as a figure disintegrated.
"Did you find the intruder" asked Luck worried.
"No." Ark sighed. He turned around. Luck was shaking. A silhouette stood behind her, holding a sword to her neck.
"Good evening Ark." The silhouette said quietly.
"Who are you?" Yelled Ark.
"Your enemy." The figure replied. The hallway seemed to get colder.
"What do you want?" he asked raising his sword.
"Whatever my master commands." replied the figure. "I'll be leaving now, with your friend." The figure and Luck sublimated into air.
"No!" Yelled Ark running forward. They were gone. Ark knelt and placed his hands on the ground. He punched the floor.
"Luck..." he said weakly.
~To Be Continued