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Slowly he awoke in the midst of a barren wasteland, the touch of cold metal against cheek and the smell of flowers about him. Scrambling to a sitting position, he couldn't remember anything initially.

Taking a survey of his surroundings, he had no idea where he was. Nor, in fact, who he was. All he was sure of, was that he hungered for fish.

Cold and desolate... this must be my home.

His eyes laid across what had been the cold metal, a long scythe with a pink tint to the color of the metal and a deep green handle. A word escaped his lips as he touched it. "Rose."

Another image flashed into his mind, that of a beautiful young woman holding a rapier. The eyes were entrancing, and her lips sweet and seductive. Her surroundings though were even more dead than these.

Standing up, he grasped the handle of Rose, and walked off in search of food and water in this wasteland. Unsure of what he would find, he stood ready for anything.

Walking along Rose and he had not found anything to drink. It seemed to be getting hotter on the island, and even the beasts chose to remain in their hovels. Coming across an old and worn-down building that looked like it had once been a temple of some form or another, Rose and he walked in.

There stood some figure in the shadows, a rather dark looking chap. A flash of silver and an elegent looking sword was out and pointing at Rose and he.

"Name...," the voice said.

"We and I have no name. Just Rose and he stands here." Rose and he stepped back a little bit, trying to get out of the range of the sword, but the blade continued to follow him.

"So... Rose and he? What did you did you to land yourself here? Usually they only exile people that they might want to keep around just in case... so I bet whatever you did was pretty good."

"We and I don't know. He woke up here, and Rose lay next to him. Rose and he simply wander this world... alone. We and I are thirsty."

The figure seemed to grunt a little bit. He did something imperceptible with his hands, and held out a small glass of ice, which quickly was melting. Rose and he took the glass and drank from the cold refreshment.

"Took me a few months to figure out how to do just that much... the Island of Exile makes it difficult to learn anything. I wonder... you look like you might have been a monk... of earth. Your body is pretty firm looking, but doesn't look like it would have held up to the standards of a general. Well, if you have finished drinking, get out of my house."

He gave up the glass without question, it had been a warm reception and he hadn't known that anyone lived in the building. Perhaps Rose and he could find another building that was unnoccupied. So they walked along, searching for some place to stay.

From the back of the shack a dark shape unfolded, a man of slight build and palid skin watched the stranger blue eyes filled with surprize. His short silvery hair hung in tangles incase with dirt. A simple shirt and pair of trousers were worn so much only small patches retained a shadow of their once vibrent blue colour. In his hand was a simple club made of wood which he gripped betraying his misstrust.

"Excuse me but this is my house."

On the floor beside the man was the remains of a meal, it was difficult to tell what it had once been but whatever it had been did not seem all that apetising. The few megre possesions he had were in a pile in one corner of the room, consisting of a rag that may been at one time a coat of cloak, a bow and a handfull of arrows and a small wooden box

The man raised an eyebrow at the stranger refering to himself in an odd way.

"Do you have a name? That is if you can remember anything."

The man eyed the blood on the scyth, and wondered how long this man had been in this heel hole for. Cetainly it was not his duty to do anything but if this man enraged the creatures for to long they might attack him as well. Bending down he picked up the curved peice of wood he had used as a kind of bowl and caried it and it's condents over to a hole in the wall. Pulling his arm back he tossed it as far as he could letting the wind catch the bowl allowing it to travel a fair distance away. It would keep the creatures busy for a while fighting over the scraps.

thre was a sudden drop in temperature. Ice formed quickly on the ground here and the frozen bitter wind blew sharp and straight through. This was an island that was easily over ridden...yet no one dared to for fear of their own life. To inhabit such an island was unthinkable.

Out of the thick sheets of cie and snow storm and long blue muffler could be made out as Rin stepped forward calming her blizzard. It was a sure sign that she was enarged and agrivated. but there was good reason for it too. Her eyes set on the island and squinted in disgust as she stood still waiting for Tatiana. The smell of death lingering everywhere.

Looking down at the bite he shrugged it off at first. Then, a flash of practical knowledge crept upon him. He bound a shred of cloth tightly across the gash. He didn't know where the knowledge had come from, but it seemed so natural.

"Rose and he apologizes once more. We and I shall leave your dwelling now. No trouble did We and I mean to cause you."

Turning, he prepared to open the door and rush out of the shack.

His eyes softened as he stared at Hyo. It was a wonderful offer, having a place to stay, no matter how run down, was good. A smile entered his face, and he nodded.

"We and I are grateful. Rose and he will do whatever they can to repay you."

He bowed to Hyo, a newfound friend in a barren world.