The Lost Ones

" Do you know why he wouldn't tell me?" Lament asked.

OOC: Sorry i gtg.

 

"he cares about you that's why"Erif said

OOC:
okey see ya

 

Lament smiled. " Yes but could help in the war, and I want to help." she said.

 

"that's why i gave you the power because you can help, and.."He didn't finish

 

" And what?" Lament asked.

 

"nothing"Erif said looking at the river

 

" No really. What were you going to say." Lament said.

 

Erif took up a picture, on it and old man, himself and a girl stood. the girl looked very much like Lament

 

" Who are these people? And what do they have to do with the war?" Lament asked.

 

Blade continued to watch them

 

"the old man is my grand pa, he has everything to do with the war, sins he is the creator of the TLO's, Zargon."Erif said

 

" Oh and who is...she?" Lament asked looking at the girl in the picture.

 

"my sister"Erif said he then looked up at her "you remind me much of my sister"he said

 

" She does look a lot like me. If you don't mind me asking. What happened to her? I mean, where is she now?" Lament asked not taking her eyes off the picture.

 

"dead"Erif said "Killed by the king, as a punishment for grandpa"Erif said

 

" Th...that's terrible. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Lament said.

 

"it's been 500 years, I don't really think about it anymore"Erif said

 

" Still I'm really sorry." Lament said.

 

"don't be, it helps me focus on what I need to do"Erif said

 

" It's so bizzare though, how much she looks like me. Maybe it's because.... no it couldn't be..." Lament said to herself.