One more step to victory again, and he couldn’t do it. Xelloss was disgusted with himself. He then left, pissed and frustrated.

“ It looks like tonight will be on night, did you look outside? It’s defiantly going to have a huge storm!” Val said excitedly, trying to cheer Firia up. She tended to like storms.

“Really” Firia said, lighting up herself, and going to Val to see outside herself. Val smiled, seeing his plan worked, Firia was smiling- for now.

“ Are you almost done? We can enjoy the storm…”

“Hai!” Firia has lost herself lately. For some unknown reason, storms cheered her up.

Meanwhile, Xelloss Mettalium appeared at a large tree branch, so he could lie down on it. He was so occupied on in his thought; he hardly noticed the storm coming in, quickly.

“L-sama, why?” he said aloud. What was going on with him? He had never done anything like this before. 200 years and he never screwed up in doing his master’s desires.

Except now. Damnit, why? Why now? Why can’t he kill the stupid dragon! He would’ve any time! But not now… maybe he doesn’t want to kill his umber one anger source. Psh. His logic was pathetic. The weak ryozoku was one of the few to irritate him- all those who irritated him are no more. Except for her. Xelloss realized he was sweating- no, it was raining! Xelloss looked around him quickly, his keen cat-like eyes scanning the area. No way, there was a huge storm right in his face and he didn’t even notice? What is wrong with me?!?! He demanded, knowing he would not find an answer. Xelloss was about to teleport to his little ‘lair’ but then, he heard a sound- something big falling,-

And that was the last thing he heard.

“Wow- this is a feisty storm- over 3 hours!” Firia commented starting to nestle in her bed, looking out her window.

“Hai, it doesn’t even look like it’s about to end. I’m going to bed now though, I’m exhausted.”

“Ok- hey what’s that?” Firia pointed to a dark, kind-of red object- WAY out in the fields of the back of her pottery shop. WAY back.

“Whatever it is, I think it’s dead.”

“Let’s check it out” Firia said, getting out of herbed and putting on her shoes. Val sighed, commenting on how this was dangerous, but did the same.

Since the land was flat for a good 5 or so miles, so Firia and Val could see clearly form Firia’s window that there was indeed an object. What is it was the question.

“No way… am I seeing things? I must be dreaming”

“This is no dream” Firia said, not believing what she saw either.

“Firia- don’t even think about it- Firia!”

“But Val!”

“Firia, he killed your entire race! You STILL want to help him?”

“Well, I, uh…”

“Firia- get some sense in that head of yours!” Val reminded, but he knew he would not change her mind. Firia’s face lit up when Val carried the body and went back with her to their tiny shop.

He woke up, with a light glistening of a candle to his left. There was a loud noise in the background- a storm?

“W-Where am I?” he lightly moaned. Just then, someone that looked vaguely familiar came in the room.

“Hello namagomi, welcome to my home”

“Namagomi- is that my name?” the person suddenly asked. Firia nearly fell over. Duh! Xelloss is suffering from amnesia. Then, she grinned. Advantages schemed through her mind.

“No, your name is Xelloss. Xelloss Metallium.”

“Xelloss, ne? Pretty cool name…” the man who assumed he was called Xelloss, looked at the blonde standing by his bedside, holding a tray of food. She had medium, perky bangs, with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes… suddenly, a thought came to his mind.

“What am I doing here? “

He noticed the blonde struggled in answering “You were injured in the storm. Thank L-sama your alive- Xelloss” She bent closer to him, lifted up his bangs, and removed something, an ice pack? Some sort of bandage? Then, the pain struck him all over again. He madly twitched, Firia did her best to control him. Eventually, Xelloss had clamed down, the pain numbing. He lifted up his hand to feel his face, but the woman stopped him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Firia said, taking her glance of him and back to her work she was fooling around with something when a thought came to the man. “What’s your name?”

“My name?” Firia looked at him. Same old Xelloss, minus- the evil in his eyes. Here he was, her main archenemy, right on her bed, completely defenseless. “Firia, Firia Ul Copt”

“That’s a pretty name” he said suddenly, as if a reaction.

“Thank-you… Xelloss. If you are hungry, I made some food for you, right here.” Just then, the one whom calls herself Firia, cast a healing spell on him, and left Xelloss.

Xelloss sat up. Who was he? What was his purpose in life? Xelloss twitched again. The pain! He decided to rest- rest until answers came.