Can the Magic Orb bring back to Life whats already Gone?

The day Elijah first joined the Ninfee Crew, Aralaak had been left astounded. Stumped and confused as a pebble washed ashore. Who would expect so many things he had missed out on the four days he had been sick in bed. A feast had been prepared by the time he had woken up. He felt stronger than he did before. His mind cleared of all stress. He could practically feel himself regain his youth! Fruits and meat of all kinds lay vibrant and fresh on the long table as soon as he stepped on deck. A flood of relief washed over Aralaak. The crew had managed by themselves in the time he was out cold. Aralaak couldn't ask for anything more than the state of their well being. But none to Aralaak's surprise, of cours his wife, Menonna had takin in another child to raise. The moment Aralaak laid eyes on Elijah, he knew this boy would remain in their crew for as long as Menonna wanted.

To think seven years had already flew by in a whirlpool.

The ships huge blue flag blew in the boastful winds of the port, the symbol of the Senfleur ship soared proudly in the air. The ridges on the windows swirled in yellow one would find on sunflowers. The wood had been painted into a a type of ocean green. The moment they had all stepped into the ship for a tour, they all dazzled at it's intricate details. The Helm had the same golden color as the ships edges. The dacrons were new and white, rid of the stains an experienced and old ship would have.

Elijah stood in front of the helm in awe. The crest to the ship had been etched on the center with a huge letter 'E' carved above. Behind him, Aralaak placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. It hurt him way more than Elijah cared to show, this man took on sea monsters with his bare hands like they were loaves of bread. But the young man was too indulged in his own head to mind the people around him.

"There is one more thing I have to tell you, kid." The big man's always rough voice spoke softly in all seriousness that Elijah had only heard once before. Blue eyes turned to Aralaak with all awe in his eyes turning into confusion. Was there more surprise? Or were they now heading to go celebrate at the tavern? Elijah expected happy news from the man but the look on Aralaak's face had spoken otherwise. In no less than a minute that they had boarded his new ship, the mood had shifted from light to all heavy, yet the constant peppy chatter from below carried on.

"What's wrong?" Elijah asked. Aralaak sighed, this was the most difficult thing he had to say. Where would he even begin?

"You're going to be sailing on your own from now on." Well there we go.

"What?" Elijah panicked. What did Aralaak even mean by that?

"Don't panic, it's not as bad as it sounds." Aralaak watched the young man in front of him begin to pace around the deck. "Let me explain—"

"How can I not panic?" Elijah cried, "Do you guys not want me anymore?!" The next thing Aralaak knew, Elijah fell to his knees, bawling as he cried loud enough to confuse the people below. Riven, not daring to wait for everyone to start the feast, grabbed a large chicken leg off the table.

Heath walked up right beside him, eyes staring at the direction of where Elijah and Aralaak stood by the Helm.

"Sounds like the ol' cap finally laid down the news on him." Heath mindlessly slapped Riven's arm as the intimidating man ate the feast without rue.

Riven tore into the meat, mouth full as he spoke. "He'll get over it."

Heath could only laugh a little at his friend's blatant attitude, "You're right. Elijah has always been one to get back up easily. He'll be over it in no time!"

Riven took another mouthful of chicken, "I was talking about the Captain."

Up back at the helm of the ship, Elijah cried, devastated as he rolled around the boards of his new ship. "Whyyy—?!"

Aralaak began to grieve his decision. Perhaps he should have left this to Menonna. He was never one to be good at bearing news. "All I'm saying is— Your journey and ours are not one in the same. You're looking for your sister, aren't you?"

That question put a full stop to all of Elijah's embarrassing stunts as he looked up at the burly man above him. Aralaak raised his bushy brow at him, hands at his hips as he stared at Elijah. The shadow casted by his tricorne made it hard to decipher what this man could really be thinking about. Elijah heaved a heavy breath as he sat up, leg propped up as he frowned at Aralaak.

"That has been my goal from the very start, yes but... What do you mean—!" Elijah asked, distraught.

"What I mean," Aralaak said, repeating the words in a high pitched manner that mocked Elijah's own cries. "Is that I think it's time you journey for yourself. With this ship, I have no doubts you'll be able to sail even the most treacherous of waters to find your sister." Troubled as he did so, Aralaak grunted as he sat beside Elijah on the floor, "I'm getting old, lad. The ocean is my home but I doubt I'll be participating actively in our usual charades. It's time for you to take over. The encounter with Garahev wasn't the one that made me finally make this decision but it was one of many." Aralaak said, "I'm not what I used to be anymor."

The more Elijah thought about it, the more he began to sympathise. Perhaps he was being selfish. Aralaak was not entirely young when Elijah first met him. Getting a better look at it now, Elijah could spy a few grays begin to kick in more than usual. He admits, he felt bad for acting childishly.

"I get it," Elijah, and with brows knit together with much contemplating, finally answered. "I guess I was just afraid it would mean I'm losing you guys too,"

This answer brought about an airy laugh from the older man as he smacked the back of Elijah's head. Blue eyes widened in pain as he almost choked on his own saliva but Aralaak didn't seem to notice his pain. "No of course not! Like I said, you're part of this family as much as the rest of the crew. You'll find us whenever you're looking for us. But it's time you put all your focus on your main goal, I fear we've kept you for too long in fear you weren't prepared to head out alone.

The first time we saw you, you looked all skin and bones. Dirty and frail. It scared me to look at you. You looked like you crunch like a thin leaf!" That made Elijah laugh. Back then he had worked all sorts of labour jobs to earn money. He didn't exactly take care of himself the way these pirates did for him. It's funny to believe such a time of his life even existed at some point.

"Captain," Elijah began, fiddling with the necklace on his neck. "I can't thank you and Menonna enough for taking me in that day."

Aralaak grinned, "And I can't thank you enough for saving my life that day so I guess we're both even."

Elijah nodded in agreement, "Yeah, even. I can't buy you a ship though."

Below at the deck, everyone cheered the moment Elijah and Aralaak approached the long table.

"At least everyone is happy for my farewell." Elijah joked as he grabbed a plate of food prepared for him by Menonna. "Thank you,"

Menonna modded his way, patting his head before she left to tend to Aralaak.

Heath ripped the meat off a scewer, vigorously indulging in it's savory taste, even licking off the sauce on his lips. "Oh don't be sad. Some of us will come accompany you! Aralaak already made a few calls to some friends so you'd have a crew to start with. Even Riven is interested to join us!"

Elijah froze. Riven? The guy who would rather eat stone than smile for even half of a second? That Riven? "What? Riven agreed to come sail with me? He's not plotting my death, is he? That must mean I'm his favourite!"

Heath laughed as he shoved Elijah's face with the palm of his skewer smelling hand, "Ha! As if! It's obviously me since I'm the crew's good looks!"

Fin sighed, he had been listening in on the conversation from across the table. He had originally not want to say anything but now Heath had said something rather insulting. Why would they have such a ridiculous face be the banner of their crew? "Yeah, sure. As our funny mascot."

Heath didn't take lightly of that as he glared with dangerously green eyes at his friend, his empty skewer pointing directly at Fin, "Don't start with me or I'll shoot you with this skewer as my new arrow." He pushed back his dark blue hair. "Besides, I know you like looking at this." He motioned for himself. Fin couldn't help but gag at the archer.

Riven watched the three interact from behind as he piled his plate with even more meat. They sure were talking too loud with the person mentioned being right behind them.

I can hear everything. Riven thought as he bit into his chicken.

Elijah couldn't help but feel relieved as he laughed with the crew. These three had been the people closest to his age, and even when so many veteran crew members had welcomed him with open arms, Riven, Heath and Fin had connected with him the most. To hear that they chose to go with Elijah and sail the Senfleur to help him search for his sister truly meant so much to him.

Elijah just hopes, wherever her sister may be, she'll be fine until he finds her. Until then, he'll stop at nothing to get her back.

The sound of light laughter and giggling of filled the child's dim lit room as long shadows cast upon the fort built up on blankets and pillows. Shapes of stars and planets twinkled in the air as young Elijah spun around the magic orb between him and a younger girl. The magic orb floated as it casted a warm yellow light. Animals of all kinds in tiny forms, elephants, whales and deers all hopped around the two fledglings as they stared in awe. The little girl, with one side of her hair being black from their father, and the other side being white from their mother, had her hair in a half-up style held back together with a bow. Her dark eyes reminded Elijah of the full moon as she turned to her brother with a huge whale stuffed toy tucked between her arms. "Do a whale, do a whale!" She exclaimed with glee.

Elijah grinned at her enthusiasm as he touched the orb again, tracing what he deemed to be a whale on its surface. The lines of his drawing glowed, and in a blink of an eye, the whale jumped to life from the magic orb, inhabiting its light as the whale soared through the air, pleasing the little girl. The little boy turned to his little sister with expectant eyes as she reached her hand out for the whale, "What else do you want me to make, Esthy?"

This magic orb had been a gift by their parents for his eighty-sixth full moon. The orb illuminated a warm glow and when traced on its surface, whatever was drawn would come to light until the orb would be shut off. Esther would often ask her brother for requests, and Elijah would happily obliged if it meant to keep his sister happy. Even when if his boa constrictor that ate an elephant looked like a hat.

Esther gave it one hard thought before she answered with: "I want a deer!"

"I already made a deer," Elijah noted as he started drawing the deer's face. Esther shrugged her little shoulders, "I thought that was a demonic dog."

Before Elijah could finish his latest work, the lights in the room flickered on, it overpowered the orb's own glow and soon, the animated animals all poofed into dust.

"And what do you two think you're doing?" A lady with long white hair asked as she stood in her fluffly pajamas with her arms on her hips. Elijah and Esther froze inside the fort as they immediately quiet down. Knowing there was no escaping this now, they slowly came out of the fort with Elijah taking lead. In front of them, they saw their mother stand by the door, face masked with one of her cleansing facials and hair pushed back with a headband. Their father soon emerged from the door frame, tall and lanky with his glasses misaligned from the rush of getting out of bed. Eventually, he got them sorted out to see his two children fully awake with an impressively built fort.

"I put you two to bed half an hour ago!" He claimed in exasperation. His wife on the other could merely shook her head as she went to pick up Esther. Their father followed suit as he picked up Elijah, setting the young boy on his own bed as their mother tucked in Esther. The fort began to fall apart as their mother picked off the pillows and blankets on the floor. "Honestly, it's a big day tomorrow. You two should have gone to sleep early. Specially you, Esther! You're harder to wake up than your dad."

The tall man couldn't help but laugh at that, "Good kid. She takes after her daddy, isn't that right, Esthy?"

Esther laughed as she tucked her whale stuffy next to her. Their mother could only roll her eyes at her husband. Elijah watched her sister immediately fall asleep as their mother patted her chest, lulling her to sleep.

"Dad," The little boy spoke softly as to not wake his sister.

"What is it, Eli?" Hands rough and longer than his own came down to ruffle his hair in warm comfort as his father turned to him in question. Elijah took that hand in his own tiny ones as he looked up at the man with pleasing eyes. The older man had seen this before. Elijah only brought out those eyes when he would specifically ask for something. He had to admit, it truly terrified him how Elijah could have picked up on this behaviour. Truly like his mother.

"Tomorrow, can we go to the Aquarius Emporium?" The Aquarius Emporium sold a variety of kids toys, ranging from dolls to Magic Spells for Beginners. Aquarius Emporium stood as the world's number one merchant in current times. To children, that place was a fairyland.

The man chuckled. Funny enough that they had just struck a deal with Emporium themselves. "Sure, Eli. Let's pay a visit to Emporium tomorrow. Now go to sleep,"

His wife gave him a missive look, a sharp brow arched in question. "I thought the contract consisted of them paying 10 percent of the earnings to you. I didn't know it was the other way around."

Her husband laughed, "Well what can I do? Our Eli has shot me with his best puppy eyed look. I can't do anything now," He turned to Elijah, whose blue eyes began to blink, drowsy. The little boy could no longer keep his eyes open. The promise of tomorrow had casted a spell on him to beg the night to fly by faster. Before he fell fast asleep, Elijah could barely hear his father's words as his parents walked out the door.

"Go to sleep, Eli. We've got a big day ahead of us."

Thumping sounds on the floorboard echoed in a muffled manner through the children's room. It continued repeatedly for a few number of times before Elijah began to blink awake at the loud footsteps. Could it be his parents? Elijah felt like he barely fell asleep but glancing at the hands of the clock, a couple of hours had already passed since then. Glancing across the room, his sister sat on her bed, frozen in place.

"Esthy, why aren't you asleep?" He too, began to sit up, rubbing off whatever drowsiness was left in him. Esther failed to answer him as she remained seated, staring at the door. Confusion struck the little boy as his lips parted to say more, yet the loud noise of furniture breaking from the other room cut him short. Terror drilled it's way into Elijah's head as his head snapped at the door's direction. What was that? Two muffled voices followed soon after that were not belonging to his parents, and dread filled the two children. Esther clutched her stuffy in her embrace as silent tears began to fall from her eyes.

Strangers had broken in to their house, and Elijah dared not to think of what could have happened to their parents. Why was no one picking them up? Glancing at the gap beneath the door, the lights had been flicked on as two shadows appeared.

Two strange men paced around the house of a once happy family. The picture frames that once hung on the walls were now shattered and stained with blood. The furnitures, if not broken, were left in disarray.

If they remembered correctly, the profile spoke of the main target having a wife and two children. Taking a walk around the house, they reached the stairs of the two story house. It didn't take long for them to reach the children's room. Unlike the other rooms of this house, this one remained shut as the label of the door had a giant letter E carved upon it.

"Should we just leave them alone? They're kids, what can they do anyway?" One man said as he stared at his companion who already began to reach for the door. The other man objected with a shake of his head. There can not be any witness left behind. Regardless if they were children.

"No exceptions." with those words, he swung the door open only to be shocked at the sight before him. The messy and undone beds of the room were empty and void of any signs of the children. The two men began to panic as they watched the only window in the room remain open. With haste of a horse, they peaked out the window in hopes to still catch the children. Afterall, how far can their tiny little legs can take them? What they found was neither the two children they had hoped for but a single little girl's shoe left behind the roof tile and blankets tied together as it flew in the air.

The children had already escaped. "Oh no, what should we do?" The first man clutched his hair. How could they have let such small little critters escape? The second man turned to him, much more composed as he tried to form a plan in his mind. "Don't panic, they could still be close by. Let's split and find them. The next house is no less than a few blocks away. I doubt they'd make it there if we run." With no time left to spare, the two men left the room and ran outside, unbeknownst to them of the two little children hiding underneath Elijah's bed the entire time.

They remained there as they watched the two men disappear, leaving the haunting silence that resonated in the house that once resonated warmth and comfort. Esther buried her face in her whale as Elijah peaked around the room. It seems the two bad men had already ran far away and would not be back for a while.

"Stay here, okay? I'll be right back." Elijah began to crawl out from underneath their hiding spot until a small hand tinier than his held him back.

"No, don't leave me here. Where are you going?" Esther begged. Once moon-like eyes now muddled with tears as she stared at her brother pleading through the blur. Elijah did not dare to even imagine what had become of his parents but they couldn't just stay hidden under the bed knowing those burglars would soon return to look for them. Those little hands that traced through the magic orb earlier had now grown cold with sweat , yet Elijah gathered all his strength to look calm in front of his sister as he held her own trembling ones.

"The emergency alert is in mum and dad's room. If I get there and set it off, someone will surely come to rescue us." It was the very first thing his mother had taught him in case of danger. And between him and Esther, only he knew where it was.

That very night, the Town's Security Allegiance gathered around their house almost immediately as Elijah set off the alarm.

News boradcasted far and wide in the small town almost as fast as forest fires that very day. A woman, tall and poise stood atop the town squares platform. Holding a piece of paper in her hands, she cleared her throat.

"Just in! On the 19th Helios day, Report of a brutal murder case happened within the Viera Manus. Much to everyone's relief, the two assailants had been reprimanded as they were caught being on their way back to the victim's house after the alarm from within the house had been set off by none other than the Viera factory owner, Fonte Viera's son who for safety purposes will remain unknown. Unfortunately, two bodies had been found being identified as Mr. and Mrs.Viera themselves. The two children are now being taken into custody."

Gasps and pitiful looks were seen being exchanged within the crowd as a sea of murmurs muddled within one another. The Viera Factory Owner...His wife, and the poor kids...A murder. For as far as they knew, the Viera Factory showed great potential and promise. People had assumed it was on it's way to stardom. Perhaps that was why this had happened. Allowing competition was too risky in it's own.

"Do you guys think the culprit could be Aquarius Emporium?" A speculation would undoubtedly begin.

Another person froze when his heart skipped a beat and he immediately hushed the person who spoke. "Hush it! That corp is run by the Emperor's in laws, do you want you tongue cut off and fed to you if they hear what you said?"

The Aquarius Emporium had been created by the Emperor's in laws, true. One elder lady nodded her head, yet she couldn't disagree with such accusations knowing what type of people ran the Aquarius Emporium in the first place. "It constantly relied on the Emperor as it's back up but without the Emperor, I refuse to believe they'd last long in business. It was only a matter of time before Viera Factory ran them dry."

The man first to speak gasped as pieces of information began to click in his mind, "Perhaps that's why they offered that contract to begin with knowing if something happened to the Viera Factory, insurance would be settled by law and everything would be passed down to them."

The longer the chatter lasted, the more people gathered around to share their own speculations.

The woman on the platform carried on, "To the next Issue: Rochelle Please Take Me Back requested by Marco!"

In the middle of a clearing surrounded by forests stood an old vicarage, once white paint had long peeled and yellowed over time as moss-ran through cracks from rain. As they got off the carriage, Elijah noticed, almost immediately, the chapel stood behind the vicarage. Had it not been for where they parked the carriage, he would not have assumed it to be there. Climbing on to the steps, the Officer knocked on the door. This officer had been one of the people to arrive at the crime scene last night, and the only one to stick around until they had been placed in special care. The officer glanced at the two kids. To think in one night these children have lost everything. It was pitiful. Esther had not stopped crying since last night, her eyes red and puffy as she clutched her brother's hand, the other holding on to her whale. Elijah too looked like he had been crying for a good while. It amazed the older man to see his strong resolve. Elijah had slipped a few tears out last night, the children were barely inconsolable to the point of mountains tearing down. Now Elijah stood head strong, face grim, yet he did his best to hold himself together. The officer could faintly see the little boy's hand tighten around his sister's. Thick brows furrowed in pain. They're only children. How could this have happened?

After a while, the door finally creaked open to reveal an elderly man, tall as he would have been if not for his hunched posture, he adorned black and white robes as he wore a cross around his neck. He first took note of the officer in front of him through round glasses before he noticed the tiny children whom accompanied him.

Elijah barely spared him a glance before he averted his eyes, moving closer to block Esther away from everyone's sight. But the priest paid him no mind. Instead, in spite of his aching bones, he knelt down the ground using the cane he held for supprt. The closer he got, the more Elijah came to notice the minor details on the old man's face. Through the shine on his glasses, Elijah could see the light blue linings surrounding his brown eyes. It was like clear blue seas surrounded rich lands.

"Mister..." Elijah spoke out of pure curiosity, "You have two colors in your eyes."

This had been the very first time Elijah had spoken to anyone since that incident. Stars fell upon the sky, hitting both priest and officer on the head, leaving them stunned. Esther found her brother's words curious, and she too tried to get a glance of these rarity. Without warning, the priest bursted out laughing. "Sea meets land, you say? My, that's the first I've heard of it!" Never in his decades of living has this priest ever heard of such a way to describe his eyes. Much less one that gave him a good hearty laugh for ages.

"No," The priest objected, regaining his composure. "It's just cataract. My eyes have grown bad, you see." He explained patiently to the curious siblings. Esther remained quiet as she took a look at the priest's eyes. She didn't understand what a cat-rat is but made a careful summation that it had something to do with catching pests.

"To welcome you both, I've prepared some treats. It may not be similar to what you're used to eating but I hope it pleases your palates."