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The world is at peace. The Crystals are safe. Yet the fate
of Arcadia is still not secure. What shocking discoveries will Vyse and his
companions uncover that will forever change the rules of history? Furthermore,
what will it take for Fina, Aika and Vyse to come to terms with what they
already know?

Deeds Undone
A Skies of Arcadia
epic by Mike256bit

Notes: I caved! I said to myself that I was done with epics
based on fandoms, but I couldn�t help it. The allure of Skies of Arcadia (and the limited fiction involved) has brought me
back for one last run. This is post-game, continuation, with slight alterations
to the storyline. Original characters for development only, I swear. I�m going
to try posting it on the fly since I�m trying to tackle a lot of original
works. Let�s see how this baby plays.

Warning: The following story contains some graphic and
awesome sex. If you�re under 18 or in an area that prohibits the viewing of
said matter, take it elsewhere, you scamp. You have been bitch-slapped.

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership to the Arcadian worlds or
characters used herein.

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Prologue
�The Silver Girl�

A young boy
in Nasr, shirtless and sweating under the noonday heat, sat down with a sigh.
The days were growing long as the sun beat down on the desert sands, hot winds
bringing not the relief of a gentle breeze but often the harsh sting of flying
silica. He put his hand to his forehead to shield his eyes, watching his people
bustle to keep the newly rebuilt capital moving. A new palace was rising in the
distance, shops had returned with grandeur not previously known, and best of
all, the inn where he worked had seen a flourish of business as people came and
went in the hopes of seeing Vyse the Legend.
He
chuckled; the sheer notion that a hero such as he would return to Nasr was
laughable to the residents of the Red City. Of course, there was once a time
when the young, boyish pirate (now surely
a man by any standard) would frequent the port for supplies only the desert
city could offer. The youth, probably sixteen or seventeen, had never himself
seen the rogue, but tales of his exploits were well known.
You simply
can�t go anywhere without hearing about the man who saved the world.
The boy,
carrying vittles from the bar back to the inn for the demanding patrons, bent
down to pick up his haversack. Grunting, he passed the ivory fountain, the cool
spray of wayward water droplet dotting his bare skin a welcome relief from the
relentless heat. It was certainly getting hotter � not even the natives could
deny that. He had heard from Maramba that on one especially sweltering day, the
sand had become too blistering for even the Dhabus. Hundreds of years of
evolution were finally bested by a surge in the average temperature.
He stopped
to put the sack down for a third time, having to sit as the sun�s rays beat
upon his back and neck. He walked back to the fountain and splashed his face a
few times, tempted to jump in despite the armed guards (two of them) protecting
the precious water from being contaminated by a populations� worth of sweat and
dirt. They glanced at him, but as he as
of yet did nothing wrong, said nothing. The boy reached down for one more
splash, knowing well that a third would press his luck with his two companions,
and thought about the boom his family�s business had taken. He was actually
fairly confident that every port the world over was experiencing a similar
influx of tourism. Vyse�s exploits were inspiring, and there were many who
wanted to best the nearly unbelievable tales that followed the Blue Rogues. The
youth included, actually, but he had a business to help with.
As he
looked up, clearing his eyes of pure, clean water, his breath was suddenly
stolen away as a vision in white captured his gaze. Alabaster skin, ivory
wears, and a stunningly scintillating bracelet caught his eye from across the
fountain. He watched, transfixed, as a slender girl passed by, a small pack
slung ever her shoulder, held by a strap snugly looped around two thin fingers.
She flashed him a quick smile as he could not help but stare, but she was soon
making her way toward the exit. He watched her go, her dress swishing as she
walked, belted at her waist with brown leather. Her boots clacked on the slate
and her hair fluttered from under her blue skullcap. Her arms swung gingerly,
loose fitting cloth wrapped around her wrists. She was shimmering, skin dotted
with fine beads of perspiration that made her glow.
Before he knew it, the girl had
disappeared from the city proper, and he was left alone with his two guards
(who had also taken an interest). He just whistled, shaking his head sadly as
he was sure his dehydration had rendered for him a beautiful mirage.
Though, that �mirage� was the sole reason
the hopeful tourist would never see Vyse the Legend. Fina, the Blue Rogue, did
all the shopping.

In the Nasr port the Delphinus�
docking craft waited. Aika had grown tired of talking to the traders and could
no longer hide in the shadows from the baking sunlight. She sat under a tent
(feeling incubated more than she did refreshed) waiting for Fina to return. She
irritably flipped a stray lock of her hair from her shoulder, the dry heat
making her tresses impossible to manage, and leaving her skin super-sensitive
to the light touch of red thread. She pulled out her single ponytail and retied
it, making great pains to capture every last hair. Satisfied, she put her cheek
in her gloved hand, her elbow resting on her bare knee. She idly played with
the buckles on her boots before she was interrupted by the entrance of a shadow.
�About time, Fina,� she began,
looking up to find a starling surprise. �Oh, Gilder! What are you doing here?�
She grinned as she leapt up and at him, hugging him fiercely. Immediately he
gagged and gently shoved her off, too proud to take off his coat and succumb
the sizzling climate.
�Just stopped by for a business
meeting� he replied, grinning back at her. Above all else, Gilder was a fan of
his newest allies in piracy. As such, he rarely missed a chance to hound them
for food, drink, or simply their company. And more than that, of course, he was
always a fan of Aika�s moxie and spirit � she often put a smile on his face.
And boy was he glad to not see her
hair done up like a damned scarecrow.
�Business, eh?� she responded
coolly, giving him a very knowing glance. �I didn�t know Nasr�s brothel was up
and running.�
�Well, I don�t know why you would,
since they aren�t hiring,� he quipped back, met with a hurtful pout. �Okay,
fine. How about I just pay you under the table?�
�Gilder!� She playfully slapped his
arm as he backed away with a chuckle. There. See? Smiling. �You louse, don�t
you call me a slut or I�ll slice you in two.� She nodded to the boomerang
strapped to her back. �Got me?�
�Got it. What�re you doing here,
missy? Vyse run out of people to fight or something?� She looked away, crossing
her arms under her chest. Gilder noticed. �We�re also here on �business,�� she
said. �Very private business.� He shrugged and walked to the stairs, waving
over his shoulder.
�Sure, I get it. Have it your way, Aika.�
She grinned at him, sticking her
tongue out as he disappeared up the terrace. �Jerk.� She sighed, trying to will
the blush away from her face. It was covert, and while he had plainly seen her
plumping up her bosom, he hadn�t noticed the slight redness on her face. As if.
Aika wasn�t going to admit that she
was almost flattered by his jocular offer. Aside from having eyes for another,
she was more afraid of what Clara would do to her. At the thought, she
shuddered a little, the pink-bombshell too smitten to cross. Besides, Aika
didn�t like him like that.
No, really.
Shortly
after Gilder disappeared into the city, Fina appeared on the other side of the
stairway, absentmindedly heading for dock. Aika whistled, running up to meet
her as she stepped into the floating boat. �What took you?� Aika said, huffing
as she put her fists to her hips.
Fina
shrugged innocently, putting her sack under the console. �What?�
�It was
supposed to be in and out! You were in Nasr for, like, twenty minutes!�
As if to
her defense, Cupil suddenly unraveled from Fina�s wrist, rising up to float
above her shoulder. �I was? I�m sorry, Aika, I just got caught up.� She smiled
weakly as the redhead climbed into the boat. Aika glared at the back of her
head for a moment before she spoke.
�I know what you were doing. You were talking to the bartender again,
weren�t you?�
Fina spun
around, bewildered. �I was not!�
Aika
grinned at her, cat-like eyes glimmering with insight. �Oh yes you were!�
�. . . What
if I was?� she replied, coolly turning back around.
�Because I
know that ever since we worked there, we�ve had benefits.� Fina didn�t flinch
as she reversed the thrust, backing out of the dock. �And I know full well that you take advantage of
said benefits whenever you can.� They were lifting off and toward the darkness
of a nearby reef, Fina quietly piloting. �Hand it over, Fina.�
�Oh, fine,�
she murmured, kicking the sack back toward her partner in crime. Aika eagerly
fished through the satchel and pulled out a green bottle, reading the label
with a smirk.
�It�s
supposed to be really good. Triple-distillation!�
Aika
chuckled as she uncorked the bottle, taking a hard swig of the liquor. She
winced, swallowing a mouthful. �Man
that burns! I like it.� She closed up
the bottle and replaced it, grinning at Fina. �When did you become such a lush,
anyway?�
Fina
blushed a little as they came under the safe shadow of the Delphinus� bow. �Um,
about the same time I became a pirate.� Aika threw her arm around the Silvite�s
shoulder and laughed as the two of them prepared for docking.
�You learn
fast!� Fina glanced over and grinned softly. �You must have great
�instructors.��
�The best.�

Aboard the
Delphinus, Lawrence was at the helm while his captain was away in the depths of
the ship. He stood quietly on standby, looking out through the glass at the
rocky barriers surrounding their location. As soon as Aika�s voice came over
the comm. and gave him the heads up, they were to depart for Crescent Isle
where he could take up his brooding.
It wasn�t
that Lawrence wasn�t social. Every man has their motivations. For this one, no
amount of jovial conversation, idle chit-chat or even the frequent celebrations
could divert him from him goals. As his bank account slowly fattened up,
Lawrence did as he was paid. As he�d often said to Vyse, he was not being paid
to talk and didn�t have much to say to the captain, anyway. While Vyse didn�t
like it, he respected it.
�Ahoy,
Lawrence! The drop-ship is locked! Prepare to set sail for home!� Lawrence
nodded to no one in particular, pulling the accelerator, sending the signal for
half speed down to the engine room. Quietly, he said, �Aye aye.� Slowly, the
ship crept away from the city, and as he pushed forward on the altimeter, the
Delphinus rose above the clouds and into blue sky.
Down below,
Polly was busy serving a fresh drink to the two girls who�d just come aboard.
Fina winked at Aika as they put the liquid back, prepared to add the new bottle
to their private collection in the Crescent Isle headquarters. After all, a new
acquisition deserved another celebration. The girls took a seat at one of the
tables, finishing their liquor as the cabin door opened and Captain Vyse
stepped in.
�Hey
girls,� he said with a short wave. They smiled and waved back as he walked
toward them, taking a seat next to Aika. He was looking cheerful. �Success, I
take it?�
�Yes!� Fina
replied cheerfully, placing the satchel on the table between them.
�They took
the trade?� Vyse replied, a faint sense of disbelief in his tone and etched on
his face.
�Yeah,
unless Fina offered something else,�
Aika quipped.
�Hey!� she replied, blushing. �What
are you suggesting?�
�Gosh, I
was kidding. . .�
Vyse
chuckled, taking the sack and undoing the tie. He pulled down the cloth and
revealed the prize within, a dull golden luster speaking back to him. �Wow, you
did get it. . .� He picked up the medallion, no larger than his fist, and
turned it over under the watchful eye of his Skyseer goggle. The glass flashed
a faded pink color before returning to normal, a grin of satisfaction appearing
on his face. �It�s the real deal. Good job, girls!�
�Wait,
Vyse,� Aika said, grabbing his arm before he could put it back. �What is it?�
He looked down at his hand for a moment before he turned his eyes up to hers.
His gaze startled her a little, a misty cloud of deception stirring about his
face.
�It�s a
map,� he finally said.
�A map?�
the girls replied.
�That�s
right.� He tied up the satchel.
�Wait, to
where?� Fina asked, exchanging a confused glance with Aika. Vyse laughed,
kicking his feet up. �Vyse?�
�I have no
idea. I don�t know how to read it, I don�t know where to start � all I know is
that it�s going to be a big score.� Aika groaned, putting her head down. Fina
was a bit more insistent. She tugged on his sleeve and repeated her question.
He put a hand atop hers and smiled. �Relax, Fina.�
�But, but I
don�t understand! How do we even know that there�s going to be treasure? What
if it turns into another Daccat fiasco? I . . . I don�t want to get into
something dangerous and not have a reward.� She shook her head. �Wait, no,
that�s not what I mean��
Vyse burst
out in laughter once more. �Fina, that�s perfect! You�re really starting to think like a Blue Rogue!� She watched him for a
few seconds, aware that his hand was still atop hers, and fought down a crimson
glow. She rolled her eyes to the side, conceding to the truth: everyday, more
and more of her thoughts were turning to treasure, adventure, and booze. Worse
still, his touch was turning her thoughts to something more.
Aika lifted
her head with a sigh, punching Vyse in the arm. �Way to go. You sent us out to
meet cut-throats for a bauble that may actually lead us to our death. Nice.� He
flinched and shrugged it off, releasing Fina�s hand.
�Alright,
alright. We can talk about this later. Still, we deserve a celebration. Even if
this medallion turns out to be bogus, we at least have the satisfaction of
unloading some useless items for what can be considered, in itself, a big
treasure.�
�Yeah, I guess,�
Aika replied reluctantly.
�It�s okay,
Aika,� Fina said quietly. �I was okay. They didn�t give me any trouble at all.�
The redhead looked at her, rubbing her chin. �Really!�
�I dunno,�
she said. �I�m a little worried, Vyse. I mean, if this little thing is a big
deal in the underworld, what if they come after us for shafting them?� Vyse
shrugged, rising to his feet as Domingo�s voice announced their arrival at
Crescent Isle.
�Really,
girls, just relax. We�ve beaten Baltor. We�ve beaten the Valuan Empire. Hell,
we�ve beaten Gigas! What do we have to be afraid of? I trust you two � we can
handle it.� He winked as he turned, making way for the bridge. Aika sighed
happily, spirits lifted by his inspiration. She followed, scratching her head.
�He�s got a
point.�
Fina rose
too, but didn�t go after them. Concerned, she glanced out a nearby porthole,
watching the blue mist disappear as they closed in on their home. Vyse�s words
rang in the back of her mind as she went to Polly to get another drink. To herself,
she considered the weight of his confidence.
�Maybe
that�s what we should fear,� she concluded, leaning against the wall. As the
ship descended to enter the island, Fina hugged her arms tightly as a chill
came over her. Polly silently slid a shot her way, which she happily put back,
the warmth of the alcohol fighting an unidentifiable coldness that was invading
her.
�Oh, Vyse,�
she moaned quietly. �I hope you�re right.�

-o-

Night had
fallen and the red light of the moon had taken over the city of Nasr. Joyous
spurts of laughter erupted frequently from the tavern as sailors deigning to
stay the night in the city were eager to drown in the liquor that made the
region famous. Most were already deep in the embrace of inebriation and sang
proudly of their states of mind, while others chose to go quietly in the night.
Even from the inn, the youth who had toiled all day, resting in his quarters,
could hear the racket the raucous miscreants rose. He turned over, covering his
head with a pillow, unable to sleep due to both noise and heat. Nights were
traditionally cool out here, but for at least the last month the norm had been
changing.
Another
explosion of guffaws roused him from his bed as he went to the window to
inspect his city. Few roamed the streets, the soft yellow light from the tavern
practically the only illumination offered to the main square. The red moon
disappeared behind the clouds often, peeking out like a blinking eye every now
and then. The boy sighed, pulling on a pair of olive linen pants, decided to
perhaps get a drink himself.
He left his
room on the first floor and made his way for the lock box, easily navigating
the darkened parlor by memory. He stepped around an ottoman and over a pillow,
ducking down behind the counter to open the safe and grab a little gold. The
inn currently filled to capacity, he wasn�t worried about anyone coming in and
looking for a place to stay.
Suddenly,
there was the scrape of a boot on the stairs, footfalls descending the
sandstone. The boy was still, holding his breath as at least two more people
joined the original footsteps.
�Do you
have it?� a gruff voice asked, taking a seat on one of the vacant chairs.
�Yes,� a
woman responded. The boy was tempted to peek out, but held his place. No amount
of sexual curiosity could pull him from the inexplicable fear that was
surrounding him. �I�m not sure you�re going to like it, sir.�
There was a
shuffle of cloth. �Oh? Tell me more.�
�Unfortunately,
sir, the items we received in the barter were all defective.�
�Defective?�
�Aye. The
gold is real enough, but the pyrulen boxes, crystalen boxes, and the sacrulen crystals
are either used or only have one charge.� The chair shifted and fell backwards.
�What?!� A
clatter of objects fell to the floor.
�Aye sir,
and the blade. . .� There was an exchange of metal and the unmistakable sound
of a sword being drawn from a scabbard swam around the room. The gruff voice
swore, the hollow clatter of the scabbard hitting the floor followed shortly by
the whistle of a blade though the air. The counter cracked as it was
penetrated, the sharp tip of a sword ripping through the wood next to the boy.
He bit back a gasp, his heart racing as he watching the blade�s tip vibrate in
the dull light.
�How could
you fuckers do this?� the man asked calmly. �The keystone of the deal was the Vorlik blade, and you give me this?�
�With all
due respect, we . . . we don�t know what it looks like. The girl seemed honest
enough��
�Why were
you dealing with a fucking cunt?! Vyse, in case you weren�t aware, is a man.
I�ll ask you again. How the fuck did
you let this happen?� There was a pause before another voice piped up; it was
soft, but most likely male.
�The girl, sir
. . . she was hypnotic.�
�Hypnotic.�
�Aye,� the
woman said. �She was dressed in white, but she was definitely a Blue Rogue. She
said she knew Vyse personally. She was very diplomatic��
�I don�t
care if she dropped down and blew you. I want her dead.� The sword was sudden
drawn from the cabinet, whistling in the air. It stopped short, a small cry
coming from the soft-voiced male. �Idiot,� the gruff one spat.
The voice
hissed in pain. �S-sir, my arm��
�Shut up. I
want her dead, understand? And I want
that blade. Fuck, you know what? I want them all dead. Vyse is human before he�s a legend, and humans can perish.�
The door crashed as it was kicked open, the light from outside casting strange
shadows on the wall. The boy watched them fearfully, a slender feminine frame
and a short, boxy one flanking an almost amorphous shape.
�Aye, sir,�
the woman quietly replied. �We�ll get them.� The door closed with a groan, the
light from the street and the shadows no more.
It took at
least ten minutes before the boy was able to stand. He looked over the counter
where a large open pack and a few gold coins sat on the stony floor. The chair
by the stairs was overturned, and a dark blotch that was surely blood marked
the ground. Taking deep breaths, the youth cautiously went to the door where
the bolt had splintered from duress. Just to the side, near the jamb, he saw
the very same blade that had nearly run him through lying on the ground.
He didn�t
open the door, but knew just as well that the trio was out lurking. Much more,
he knew that the vision he�d seen earlier that day was suddenly in danger.
Slowly gathering his wits about him, he reached down and grabbed the cutlass,
examining it in the limited illumination. He used his free hand to wipe the
sweat from his forehead, his dark forearm equally as slick with perspiration.
Though, even in the warmth, it was freezing cold.
He looked
back to the counter and ran to it, grabbing the cashbox. He stuffed it into the
sack after emptying it of the useless magic boxes and replaced the sword into
its scabbard. He pulled a loose shirt around his torso and shouldered the sack
before he made away into the night, resolving to protect the nameless angel
with whom he�d fallen in love.

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