Sky breathed heavily as he ran with the people he had to call a team, glancing behind his shoulder. No one was following them. He sneered. The chaos in the room was definitely helping-

"I SEE THEM!"

Okay, maybe it wasn't.

He cursed, running faster, his heart pumping and his legs almost a blur underneath them. Mitch was in the front of them, being carried by Jerome as Seto struggled to keep up with them. Ian and Husky were behind them with Chance in between them, and Deadlox was behind Ian while True was off to the side a bit, in front of Sky who was in the very back. He stared at their backs, trying to keep control of his breathing. He couldn't get out of breath now, and he certainly couldn't stop, even though his legs were aching. I guess you do get a bit out of shape whenever you slept for less than three hundred years.

They passed through a clearing, and a few meters from behind them, a group of squid guards skidded to a stop while the one in the front aimed his arrow toward Sky's back. They aimed, their breath quick, gripping the bow string tightly, before they fired with a shout. The arrow whizzed through the air, and a few short seconds passed before Sky suddenly let out a loud shout, falling forward, over a log as he tumbled across the ground. True turned his head, his eyes widening.

"SKY!" He skidded to a stop, turning and racing back toward Sky. He grabbed the Commander, who was withering in pain with his eyes squeezed shut. True cursed, before he picked Sky up bridal style, avoiding his back which he could feel pulsing with pain, as if something had struck it. He was afraid to look, afraid to feel. He was no medic. They had two wounded now. He shook his head. They had to get somewhere safe...

"I got him!" The squid leader shouted, and the rest of the team cheered.

"What about the others?!"

"Let them run! There's poison in that arrow, that bastard won't survive! They're nothing without their leader!"

An hour or so later

Mitch and Sky were laid out by the fire that Chance had created moments ago. Seto was switching between the two, spending more time on Mitch with his bleeding side, but the bleeding was coming to a stop as Seto casted more and more spells and shoved more and more potions down his throat. Jerome sat at Mitch's side, clutching his hand, keeping him awake by talking to him about different memories that they had had during their time together.

Ian and Husky were off hunting, but they probably weren't getting anything. They could hear their arguing from the camp. More than likely, every animal in this part of the forest had probably escaped. Chance shook his head, sharpening his and Husky's weapons as True sat by Sky, staring down at the Commander with furrowed eyebrows.

The strange thing was that Sky had no wound. They took his shirt off, which had fresh blood inside of it (Deadlox was washing it off now), to see where the arrow had struck. But, there was nothing. No entrance wound, and Seto could sense no arrow inside of him. They had no idea where the blood came from, but Seto was certain it was Sky's. Without knowing what else to do, Seto just kept checking up on him, rolling him onto his side every now and then to check and see if there were any wounds on his back.

But, in the thirty minutes that they had spent in the makeshift camp, there was none.

Deadlox walked up to the fire, throwing Sky's wet shirt across the nearest log beside the fire so it could dry. He picked up Mitch's shirt next, looking down at Sky.

"Anything new?" He asked, and True shook his head. Deadlox sighed. "Maybe he's a god too." He muttered, turning and walking back toward the stream that he had washed Sky's shirt in. True snorted.

"I doubt it..."

"He's none of the Gods I worship." Seto muttered, and True raised an eyebrow at him, but decided not to push it. They didn't need to be getting into fights about religion, not right now. Seto sighed as he stood, brushing his hands on his pants. "Alright, Mitch, the bleeding has stopped. Just don't move tonight and you'll be able to get up tomorrow. You just can't strain yourself, and I would like it if you didn't even jog. At least for a week or two. Your side needs time to completely heal before you can act normally again." Mitch nodded, smiling up at him.

"Thanks, Seto... I'm in your debt." Seto smiled at him.

"I'm just doing what my mother raised me to do." He said, before he turned and walked over to Sky, kneeling down beside him. He checked his forehead, furrowing his eyebrows. "No fever... But he's cold as ice... True, can I use your jacket?" True raised an eyebrow, but nodded as he took off his jacket. He laid it across Sky, adjusting it so it added to some of the heat to the Commander.

"How is he cold? We have a fire, and it's a summer's night." Jerome inquired, and Seto sighed.

"I don't know... I'm stumped with what's going on with him. No wound, even though we all heard that squid. No ounce of poison in him, and absolutely no wounds on him aside from a couple of scratches and bruises from when we all fell onto that table. I don't get it..."

Silence fell through the camp, until Deadlox suddenly stomped up, throwing down Mitch's soaking wet shirt beside Sky's. The shirt wasn't the only thing wet, as Deadlox was absolutely drenched. Everyone stared at him, and he glared right back, standing as close to the fire as he could.

"..."
"..."

"..."

"..."

"No one say a damn thing."

True snorted, opening his mouth to say something, when Sky's body suddenly lurched up. Deadlox jumped roughly, falling over the log that had Sky's and Mitch's shirts, as Jerome wrapped his arms around Mitch instinctively. Seto gasped, and True leapt to his feet. Sky was sitting up. He was shaking hard, his eyes squeezed shut, as if he was awake but in pain. Cold sweat dripped down the side of his head, and he reached up and tore True's jacket off of himself, and that's when everyone saw the tattoo that was suddenly glowing on his shoulder.

The tattoo was black and white, like a yin yang symbol. But it was a sun, the outline white and the strips coming from the sun were black and curling down Sky's entire arm, right down to his wrist. Inside the symbol, one half of the sun was black and the other half white, and in the black side was a white thin white shark, while in the white side there was also a shark, but thin and black.

"Sky!" True shouted, kneeling down and grabbing his shoulder. He yelped as the tattoo burned his palm, yanking it away as he grabbed his wrist in pain. Deadlox turned his head as he heard the sound of bushes rustling, and he saw something thin and long race from it and wrap around Sky's throat before it shoved itself through Sky's chest, right into his heart. Mitch shouted out in shock, Chance watched in horror, and Seto was frozen as he stared with wide eyes. Deadlox stared with wide eyes as Sky's eyes opened wide, his eyes clouded over and unseeing as he let out loud gasps and gags, his body lurching, his hand coming up to grab his tattooed shoulder. Suddenly, Ian raced in and slammed his foot down on the cord, and it crippled before dissolving into ash that was blown away by a large gust of wind that blew out the fire. Husky was right behind him, holding his dagger and two dead rabbits.

Sky became still, falling back with his eyes closing, and his tattoo stopped glowing, but it didn't fade away. Instead, it stayed there, the most clear thing you could see on Sky in the dark. Husky and Ian stared, True gripping his wrist as he stared down at Sky with wide eyes. Seto slowly stood, crossing his arms as he hugged himself slightly, feeling the slight chill of the night settling in his bones.

Husky was the first to speak.

"What the hell did you all do?"

Yun-Shan was the usual old man you read about in books and saw in movies. He was grumpy, and his body ached every morning when he got up, and he was really sick of eating fish every night, but he woke up beside his wife, Min, whom he loved very much, and they lived a quiet, solitary life. He was thankful with what he had, and though he wished that they had a child to visit them, he was happy. He kept his hair long, because he didn't trust Min to cut it, so it constantly in a low pony tail whenever he was awake. His black hair had long turned white and his eyes were a stormy gray that usually held wisdom.

Right now, they held annoyance as he stared down at the man that had washed up on shore beside his fishing boat.

The man wore some old time clothes, though they were so tattered and soaked through that he couldn't make out what they looked like. But he knew they weren't from this time, nor from his own youth. He had black hair, the same shade he once had when he was young, and skin much like his and his wife's. A katana was held loosely in his hand, the arm sprawled out to the side. He could just see a tattoo on his shoulder, a black and white one with sharks in the very center. It resembled that of a yin yang symbol, and the sun that the sharks were swimming in had swirls that spiraled off of it, but curled up to a stop just above his elbow. Dried blood was on his back, though he could see nothing sticking out of it. The man was breathing, but just barely.

"MIN."
"WHAT?"

"HOW WOULD YOU FEEL ABOUT COOKING FOR A GUEST?!"