Chapter Twenty-nine: Together Forever
“Here’s your ball,” Keith whispered, putting it on top of the dress.
“Come play,” it cheered. As the sun started to rise and the light burned the remaining flesh into dust, her voice echoed. Crying, searching for someone who will accept her, “come play. Come play.”
“Come play with me someday...”
“You’re just like a little kid. Even though you must’ve gone after scores of people.” Shiro said. Joining Keith.
As the sun came over the wall, the bloody remains of the Daemon started to sizzle and burnt into ash, floating away as the wind sweeps them up towards the sky.
“She was deluded into thinking that was in the 4 directions. Deceived... Compelled to fight...And now, you were killed by the Zarkon curse”. Keith reflected in his thoughts, thinking of the events that transpired, onto Shiro.
“That’s right, There’s no salvation.” Shiro said, “Even after you die, not even your bones will remain”.
“Zarkon, This is how that man treats
even those who revere him! He’s a true Daemon”. Keith said.
Lance walked over and patted Keith and Shiro’s crouched shoulders. “There was nothing both of you could do, they made their choice. Now let’s go back inside” Lance helped Shiro and Keith up as they walked back into the house.
When descended into the basement after Keith retrieved his red jacket from his side of the battleground.
“Ulaz” Shiro called out.
“We’re over here” Ulaz’s voice sounded out from behind a door. “Come down”.
It was daytime and with the wall being broken down they had to hide in the basement. Walking down the stairs leading to the basement, turned the corner and saw Cassia, Ulaz, and Hazar standing in between some metal prison bars.
“Cassia!” Shiro said, as she runs forward and hugs Shiro then Keith and Lance. She got of the embrace then turned around, walking towards Ulaz.
“Hey thank you, for protect me?” Cassia muttered as she proceeded to hug Ulaz. Hazar looked onto the side as veins stared bulging on his hand.
“Of course, Lil one” Ulaz said, Patting her back.
Hazar’s head had caused him to not know how to react. “Why, you! Step away from Ulaz” Hazar yelled. “That’s so rude!”
Shiro turned to see a violet-skinned woman climb down from a ladder. She had a similar appearance to Ulaz and Hazar. Shiro knew what she was, a Galra.
“Of course, sister” Hazar said.
“Dorma. My name is Dorma, one of the best scientist of all time and mechanic”
“Oh really we never have seen you before,” Lance asked.
Dorma glanced at Shiro and Keith, “because of you and your daemon, Ulaz tells me you were having problems, problems within, plus I was fixing up the damage, caused by the daemons”.
Stats float over to Dorma. She patted him on the head. Shiro wondered what their history was-and Dorma had arrived when they barely notice her. There were so many questions racing through Shiro’s mind. In the end, he decided to ask: “So why are you here, we never notice you inside the house?”
Dorma looked at him with wide eyes. “Oh I was too busy fixing up the defenses and I found out about your daemon arm and it was extorting magic”
“What” Shiro didn’t know this Dorma very well yet, but he wanted to hear what she had to say. “What you mean by extorting magic,” Shiro said.
“Daemons have unique ability to sense magic but also absorbs the magic” Dorma “that’s why d-users and natural people have Daemons, it keeps them in balance but in your case, you have a daemon arm and a Daemon they are unable to balance”
“Yeah but Keith is a Half-daemon,” Shiro said, confused.
“That’s true but” Dorma turn over to Keith, “Hey, what is the last time you felt very strong”
“I don’t know, I felt pretty strong enough when I was battling that daemon,” Keith said, having no idea what’s going on.
“That’s because your d-user was unable to get rid of all the excess magic that was in your body”
Keith was surprised at this fact. Not knowing how to react or not to react, this was all very new to him
“Daemon and humans are supposed to balance each other out, that is why Ulaz needed the blood, to study and figure it out how it works”. Doram explains to Shiro and the others. Even if they have no idea still have what’s going on.
“Grrrr, urgh, urgh”. The man who was into a daemon by Haggar started gnawing on the metal prison bars.
“Since Shiro has a Daemon arm, it’s unable to balance the magic,” Doram said, “that is why I was making this” Dorma reached for the table in the room and grabbed on the corner of an arm made from grey plating and a rubbery black layer covering the fingers and the crook of the elbow.
“This will help balance the magic,” She said as pick it up from the table and wrapped it around Shiro’s arm.
“Thanks,” Shiro said, “I don’t know what to say”
“Don’t think about it” Ulaz said “it’s the least I can do what you did for us”
Hazar was sad as he looked on at the scene, thinking back to when he and his sister first encountered Ulaz, “do you want to join? Even though you might feel like you’re turning against your kind...at this rate, you might be able to live your own life”. Thinking back on this, Hazar remembered the pained look in Ulaz back when he was struggling to survive, being orphans you have to do everything you can to survive. Even if it means taking deals from strangers.
“We will leave this place”, Ulaz said. “This place has become too close to Zarkon, if we don’t hide quickly, we will be in grave danger and also...”
Ulaz continued, “even though we can hide through technology, as a scientist and doctor that needs to come into contact with other people will eventually find out that I am Galra. The children and the elderly are incredibly Sharp”
“Shiro, I was wondering if you joined us?” Ulaz asked, worriedly.
“Eh?” Keith voiced out.
“I can’t give you a guarantee
that you’ll be safe, especially in your condition. So I believe it will be less dangerous than going into battle”. Ulaz added.
Meanwhile, behind him, Hazar stared at Ulaz’s back and had a mental breakdown, while Dorma is too excited, it would be nice to have someone else to talk to.
Keith turned into the ground and thought, “He might be right. It would be better for Shiro to be in their care” Keith’s mind sounded a bit pained and reluctant, knowing that he would leave Shiro with someone else, better than him.
Stats stared back into Shiro’s eyes. He grabs the hands of both Keith and Shiro. “Stats” he muffled.
Smiling at this, Shiro turned and said “Thanks for the offer, and thank you so much for your concern”. Shiro said, “but I’m staying with my friends” Shiro patted Keith’s shoulder with his free hand.
Keith smiled, for some strange reason, he’s glad that Shiro is staying, with him, Stats and Lance.
“Very well, In that case, I wish you
long-lasting good fortune in battle,” Ulaz said.
“All right. We’ll be leaving after we erase all traces of ourselves”. Hazar said. “You three get going now!”
“Right!” Lance said, “Okay, Ulaz, Hazar, Dorma we wish you well!”
“Yes, we should,” Shiro said.
“You know what I’m glad you decide not to go with them,” Keith said as they turned to leave.
“Shiro” Hazar’s voice sounded out from behind.
Turning around in surprise, the two looked back at who faced the wall away from them. “I guess you’re not dim-witted”.
Keith gave off a big laugh hearing this, Shiro smirked a bit before walking off and shouting behind as he almost reaches up the stairs, “I almost forgot, do you guys might want to take care of Cassia, she’s going to need someone to protect her” Shiro’s voice trailed off as they ascended the steps.
Before continuing their adventure, they decided to give the nice galra a hand to erase their presence inside the junkyard, bundling their important goods into one cargo and transporting the wife and the husband along for further examination.
When everything is done, Keith, Shiro, Lance, and Stats finally leave the haven, promising to stay in contact to give each other update whenever there's a new discovery involving Shiro's condition.
"So what now, how are we going to find information on the quintessence Crystal," Keith said.
"I don't know," Shiro said, "I'm just as lost as you are"
"You don't have to worry about that" Lance said, "I might know some people"
"Oh, really do you know anything," Keith said, "Or you're just saying that".
"PLEASE!" A yell that loud, high-pitched voice, making ears hurt. Furthermore, that voice was a lot more irritating than any human being.
In the middle of the road were two people; a girl with braided black hair, styled in pigtails and a boy with a orange bandana and a black suit with yellow adornments on it.
The boy was hanging onto the girl's waist for dear life, tears and snots running down his face, "PLEASE! PLEASE MARRY ME!" he begged, clutching onto the dress like there was no tomorrow, "I don't know when I'll die so PLEASE! Marry me, I BEG YOU!"
What the actual heck was Keith and Shiro's first thought.