Fate (Cliche)

'Fine then, if that's how you want to be,' Amelia thought and then spoke," As you had put it, your strange."

Mark gave Amelia a stare as if saying, 'well go on', but Amelia didn't say anything. "Continue," he said after she didn't speak for a while.

"What do you mean? That's all I have to say," she answered and a teasing smirk appeared on her face.

"You said that we had to be more thorough with are answers," Mark said and gestured for her to continue.

"Well I guess we're even then," a triumphant smile surfaced on her face, replacing the smirk.

...

For the remainder of the week they just goofed around and had fun together. They'd play games, practice, or talk.

Mark liked everything they did together. To the point that he wanted to do everything together. When he practices, he wanted to practice with Amelia. If he found out something he thought was interesting, then he wanted to share it with Amelia.

He still wasn't good at talking with other people, but at least there was one person he could talk to. He made sure that Amelia knew that too. The sound of Mark's voice could always be heard so long as Amelia was within talking distance of him, not that she minded.

Now it was the night of the last day before they left to the tournament. After the game they played together on the first day, Amelia made him get two seperate rooms for each of them, so he now laid in his own room bored as he could be.

"Hey Pass, what do you do exactly?" He asked Pass so that he would have something to do.

[I live off of you as a parasite] Pass answered. Pass would still talk to Mark, but not nearly as much as before. He didn't have anything he needed to tell Mark, so he became more dormant.

"More specifically. Like what do you do as a parasite?"

[I've told you before. I use my power, which is determined by yours, to manipulate the laws of a dimension. I manipulate the laws in a way that makes you stronger, and a cycle of strengthening is formed]

"I haven't noticed myself becoming any stronger from some sort of laws though?" Mark spoke in a questioning tone.

[That's because I'm working on something that requires all of my power right now] Pass answered.

"That's fine. I'm in no rush to become stronger," he said out loud and thought, 'I don't want to leave Amelia behind.'

Even though he spoke in his mind, Pass still heard him. The only way Pass wouldn't hear him was if he purposely tried to hide his thoughts, which Mark didn't do very often.

...

They woke up early in the morning and headed to the Teleportation Line. Once there, they walked up to a booth and asked the person behind it.

"Hello there. We want to be teleported to the Imperial capital please," said Amelia.

"Yes, yes. There have been a lot of people wanting to go there recently. I guess it's because of the Tournament of Races," the man behind the counter said, "Take this," he passed them a pretty blue-green colored coin, "It will activate the teleportation diagram and teleport you the Imperial capital." He then waved them off as more people were coming his booth.

"*Happy sigh*, it's nice to have my legs back," happily spoke Amelia.

"Your only saying this now," Mark said back to her from her side.

"It's the little moments that count, my mother said, and I agree with her," Amelia said. "So let's enjoy the time we have," she flashed a smile to Mark.

They walked to the diagram and placed the coin in the middle of it. Like the time the time they were transported to Ventus by the man in the temples, the trip was short.

Amelia and Mark opened their eyes when the strange feeling passed. The sight in front of them wasn't anything special, besides the size of the teleportation diagram.

It was approximately ten times bigger than the biggest one they had ever seen. The scene wasn't that impressive, however, as it was just bigger lines on the ground.

"We're here," Amelia said to Mark.

"Yes we are," Mark answered back, "so would you let go of my hand?"

Amelia looked to see that she had grasped his hand and blushed. She quickly took her hand away and spoke to gloss over it, "Now we need to find him."

"Okay then, let's start," Amelia nodded, "what's he look like?"

"From what I've heard he has black hair, brown eyes, …" Amelia listed off what she knew of the person who should have her mother's pendant.

Mark looked around at people to compare the information she was giving him with real life example, that way he could picture the person in question better.

"Hey, what's that," he said when he saw people gathering around in a circle.

"I don't know, let's go see," Amelia answered. 'You hardly listened to me explain,' she complained in her mind, '*sigh* whatever, it doesn't matter anyways. This was just an excuse to stay with him longer, after all I don't need an item to know how much my mother loved me. Though it might be nice to have the pendant back.' Her emotions may say otherwise, but that's what she thought.

They joined in the crowd and slowly shoved themselves to the front, earning complaints like,

"Hey! What are you doing!?"

"Don't shove!"

"Can't you just wait your turn, sheesh, impatient brats!"

Ignoring the complaints, they moved to the front. Finally at the front, they gazed at what had caused the commotion.

On the ground lay a person, presumably dead based on the blood, and many items scattered around him. This was a classic case of murdering someone powerful. When a person reached a rank above rank 4, meaning rank 5 and up, they could make their soul tangible, although only to a minor degree. That minor degree is enough for someone to place items into their soul, which is were most powerful people kept their valuables. Of course, there are always outliers, but this person clearly wasn't one of those.

"What do you think happened here," Mark asked Amelia even though he didn't care. He just wanted to talk to her.

She spoke, but didn't answer his question when she did, "I think that's one of my previous comrades…"