Flaw of Wrath

--Dani's Perspective--

"Lia." The White Stone called out. He turned to Lia and she seemed excited to see him.

"I thought you left to go see Zeal?" She said, turning towards an abandoned building. Lia led us in to hide from any of Orion's soldiers, meaning we could talk to the White Stone in peace.

"Things are getting quite complicated. The transporter has been shut down completely due to interference of some kind. I'm stuck here, and on my way back, I saw Elo and Orion. It's starting to sound like I should start involving myself with your group." He said again. I tilted my head in confusion.

"Why haven't you before?" I asked him. The White Stone leaned up against a brick wall, staring at the stone on his left hand.

"Because your leader's Flaw has been blowing out of control every time he sees one of us. I'm sure you guys see it too; those red, violent eyes that appear every once in a while?" He suggested, to which I nodded.

"When he first corrupted his system, I was there. The irises in his eyes turned a blood red and the look on his face seemed a little…" I paused, trying to think of a good word, but the White Stone interrupted me.

"Wrathful, doesn't it?" He asked. I nodded in response.

"Sky, the Seventh White Stone, has the Flaw of Wrath. It's so much more unique than anybody else's flaw. Zeal cannot witness a flaw being broken, I can't watch blood fall from any person, Elo can't watch people die, Xian can't inflict wounds that cause scars, and Demos couldn't perform actions he deemed bad. That leaves a pretty complicated set of rules for Orion and Sky." I let the White Stone continue on with his talk.

"Orion cannot rule over too much. Zeal has been trying to keep in him check, and I've been secretly ordered to kill him if he corrupts his system as well. But Sky? Sky isn't allowed to get angry at anything. He seems pretty indifferent to me, but in those short bursts he has where his eyes turn red, you can tell he very often breaks that flaw." He said. The White Stone stopped looking at his stone and turned to Lia.

"Scorched has been turned into a big island of glass. There's no opportunity for habitation there. No trees, no sand, no dirt, nothing. It's all just glass, and Zeal was the one to do it. This Isle is screwed, Scorched has been turned into the Glassed Isle, and The Dump is still uninhabitable. I know, those places may not make sense, but the message here is that there's nowhere to go." The White Stone told us all with a grim look on his face.

It was a hard pill to swallow, hearing that we were trapped here sat in my stomach like a heavy piece of unchewed meat, making me feel nauseous.

"Then… what do we do?" Charlie asked, staring at his fingers as he interlocked them while sitting down.

"The only place left that we could go, Earth. We need to figure out what's stopping that transporter from activating and send ourselves there. That's our only chance. Other than that, this is a big graveyard." The White Stone said. His words started pushing against the bottom of my stomach.

To hear you have no chance of surviving is... demeaning, to say the least. To have survived a month in hopes of a better life, to run into enemy territory to find a friend, it's all so useless when you're told you'll just die anyways.

At least, that's what I thought until I remembered Sky. Sky was often told he had no chance and would be better off dead, but he kept fighting no matter the circumstances. I will do the same to preserve my own life in any way I can.

"Hey Talion, did you come across Carl at all while you were in there?" Lia asked Talion. He nodded, pointing towards the castle.

"In the cellar. They haven't figured out what to do with him yet. If you wait here, I can fetch him for you." Talion said. Our faces all lit up, besides Ullr.

"Please! We'll repay you any way we can!" I told him with excitement. Talion then smiled and walked towards the door.

"Tell Sky that not all White Stones want him dead. In fact, it's now closer to an even fight, if you ask me. A three-on-three, Sky, Xian, and myself against Zeal, Elo, and Orion. And that's if Orion agreed to work with Zeal, which is unlikely." I nodded, watching him slowly walk from the building.

"You have a connection with Talion?" I asked Lia.

"Yeah, he saved me from Dante when I was to be sent back to Orion in pieces. I trust him as not a simple White Stone like the others, but as my friend. Just as I trust Sky now. I think with those two, we'll find a way to be okay." Lia suggested.

Ullr chuckled, "Who would've thought we'd be here after Bossman's little outburst on that beach... you're not bad, little girl." Lia hesitantly smiled.

"You know, I've always wondered why people don't hate the Corrupt Stone." I heard a voice to my right. Lia unsheathed her dagger and tried to slash at the voice whispering closely in my right ear. I was dazed in pure fear, but her call to action overcame it.

"I mean seriously, why do people not hate him? I'm not sure what to think of him, I've never met him." The voice said. A girl clad in bulky, metallic armor flipped her arms up in a flamboyant manner, expressing every ounce of emotion in her.

"June… what do you want?!" Lia held up her weapons as I retreated to the opposite side of the broken house.

"Well, I was told to start hunting you guys to put people in the coliseum for the next match. You just made it a lot easier. Say, are there any more of you?" June asked.

Lia swung her arm at June's face, but her blade only created sparks that would've blinded June on a slim chance.

Lia threw her dagger in the slit on the helmet to June's face and it actually stunned her while we all ran out of the house. Ullr and Charlie's stride as they ran away attracted the attention of the citizens standing around us, and before they could get any further, two more people showed up, blocking their path.

One with darkened skin, brown eyes, and curly hair, and another with light skin, blue eyes, and bleached hair.

"Oh! There's more?!" The girls asked us.

Charlie interrupted, "More? What are you talking about? We're the only ones here?"

The bleached hair girl laughed, "Unfortunately I'm not that stupid." She walked up to Ullr and studied his character, from his head to his feet.

"All that muscle and you didn't talk back? I assumed it was a stereotype for meat-heads like you." Ullr kept his mouth shut.

"Well, it's your lucky day! We're not going to kill you on sight, fortunately for you, but you will be competing in that coliseum over there! A fight to the death, for the last fifty standing. The survivors get to work for us! Doesn't that sound delightful?!" The girl asked us again.

That feeling in my stomach had ripped a hole in it: Things are really starting to look bad for us.