(Disclaimer: A warning to those who continue. This is a sequel to a previous story. Both of these were written in the mid-1990’s. While the first one was slightly edited and vanity press published, this one has not been touched in over 20 years. I figure I should do something with it and people may get a laugh or fright from how I used to be. Every author comes from somewhere, so this is part of my origin. To that end, I am deeply sorry for whatever nightmares I will inflict on the literary world and the American English language. Enjoy?)
A soft, muted crash brings Miracle out of a light sleep. Her green eyes slowly focus on the warm body sleeping next to her. The ebony-haired immortal starts to absentmindedly toy with Fate’s dark, blond hair before he rolls onto his side in order to face her. Miracle’s only reply is a friendly, playful smile and a very sweet kiss.
“Why are you awake? I always thought you were a deep sleeper,” whispers Fate as he kisses her smooth neck.
“Things change. A small noise woke me up. You know, I’m still worried about you. How are you feeling? I know that you aren’t tired. Well, that was before you started the first part of our vacation,” says Miracle before she nestles her head under her boyfriend’s chin.
“I’m better. Calm, relaxed, and in the company of a beautiful goddess.”
“Flattering words like that are not going to get you out of trouble. Not this time, anyway.”
“What trouble am I in now? I’ve been sleeping. Before you closed your eyes, you said that there was nothing wrong. I don’t snore, drool, or even talk in my sleep. So, what’s wrong?” Miracle gives him a hard kiss on the lips and pulls as close to him as physically possible.
“You didn’t do any of that in your sleep. The only thing you did was purr like a little kitten, which is cute. As for six hours ago, it was perfect. I’m thinking more of the past six months. The ones where I felt like you thought of me as the bubonic plague. How do you explain that?”
“Do I have to answer you right this minute?”
The Venus guardian’s reply is a combination of both words and actions. She lets out a weak, girlish laugh that makes Fate smile. But his face abruptly changes, when Miracle snaps two of his ribs with her legs. Even though he heals in a few minutes, the guardian pushes himself away from the smiling girl.
“I guess saying that I’m sorry won’t help me. Well, I was dead for a couple of days. Can’t blame that one on me,” mentions Fate as he gets to the edge of the bed. Miracle turns her back on him, so he has to hug her from behind.
“Then you were away with Hydrana for a month fighting Mindtrigger’s immortal hunting robots. Those kinds of excuses I understand because we didn’t control those events. But, what about when you and I were on the sun base? Even when we moved into this room, you ignored me more often than you spoke to me. As your girlfriend, I have a right to know why. And you will tell me unless you want to heal more than two broken ribs.”
“No need for violence. I was thinking about the guardians’ future and us. I still think that I’m not cut out for this leader thing. My whole life, I’ve never been anything much less a leader. Why do I have to be something now?”
“Not this topic again. Face it, Slane. You need some type of ego. You’ve done a lot since Solix died.”
“You’ve kept Adriana’s team in check. On several occasions, you have had to do it on your own. You also kept the four of us together and alive. Solix put the best one of us in charge. Now, I have a question for you. A serious question.” She faces Fate and presses the boy’s neck with her fingers. A soft, blue tattoo of a comet appears on his skin, which shines some light onto Miracle’s tanned face.
“Solix gave it to me. He used this sword to burn the mark into my body. The sword is attached to the throne, but only I can use it. It electrocutes anyone else that touches the hilt. Infinity found that out the hard way when he sat in the throne and brushed his hand against it. The problem is that I haven’t figure out how the sword actually works,” Fate replies.
“Oh. I’ve always wondered about that thing. I’m getting dressed and you should too. I want to have an early breakfast in the habitation building. There are some Plutonium tulips coming in and I want to see them open up.”
“What’s the big rush? We’re on vacation, Kelly.” Miracle gets out of bed and opens a large cylinder. She pulls out her uniform while Fate goes to another cylinder to get his fresh, clean uniform.
“So, what did you decide about with us?” mentions Miracle as she puts on her red and black clothes.
“Usual stuff. Doesn’t really matter,” he says in a rather casual, but slightly nervous, voice.
“Well, I do have one minor question.”
Before Fate can open his mouth, the door swishes open and Infinity tumbles onto the thick carpet. Some large, bleeding marks are on his head and his breathing is stuttering. In a few places, his costume is torn by a piece of protruding bone. Frost particles are tangled into his hair.
“Infinity? He’s unconscious. Get him onto the bed!” orders Miracle. Fate carefully picks his friend up and lays him down on the unmade bed.
“There are pieces of ice and some water on him. It looks like Hydrana attacked him and won. But that doesn’t make any sense,” mutters Fate as he goes to a computer screen. With the touch of a button, a schematic of the sun base appears. Four yellow dots show where each guardian is at the moment. Three of them are in one room while the fourth is slowly moving around the sun base as if it was confused.
“I think I know what has happened,” states SEAS.
“Talk to us and make it good,” says Miracle.
“Good is not the correct word. I told Hydrana that four of our enemies were heading toward Earth. Adriana, Tegam, Cybro, and Draveon to be specific. She had discovered that they were planning a trap for all of you in an attempt to regain the sword of light. So, she made a plan to take the Mars weapon and go to Earth. She spoke of confronting her parents before going into the trap.”
“A suicide run? How did Infinity get involved in it?” asks Miracle.
“And, why didn’t you tell me about the problem?” Fate adds.
“Because you were supposed to be on vacation. Besides, I had assumed that she would tell you about the problem immediately. Instead, Hydrana mentally snapped and talked about confronting her parents, proving herself to you, and then she beat Infinity into immortal pulp.”
“She’s probably going after the sword. But her condition probably hinders her until one personality takes control. Whether it is the good one or the bad one, I can’t say at this time. I’ll wait for her in the space skimmer bay as a last resort. Try to stop her in the armory, Miracle. You actually know what she went through and I’m not in a very forgiving mood right now. As for my vacation, it is officially over. Not that I had any time to start it,” claims Fate as he pulls on his crimson boots.
“Remember to be gentle with her because she is still a guardian. No matter what she’s trying to do, Hydrana is still one of our friends. Try to make sure that you do not forget that fact, Eddie. This entire thing is your fault for mentioning her parents and yelling at her,” states Miracle.
“Thanks for your help. Just go and we’ll place the blame on me later. Good luck and be careful.”