Book 4. Choices through time and space.

In such a bind part 1.

"You are welcome mistress" Cy responded dutifully.

All which made me sigh deeply once again. To be honest I was grateful to Dumon. After everything that had happened with Astral, someone had finally given me the comfort I needed to move forward again. Or at least I hoped that was the case. I was not completely down in the downs anymore. Sure, I was having problems, and that in spades, but I was finally able to think differently. That I wasn't giving up and seeing everything painted black.

"Yuma and the others are sure taking their time" I then mused out slowly.

"Don't worry Mistress. Yuma will come get you as he always does" Cy reassured.

"You sure? Yuma doesn't have Astral around any longer remember" I pointed out with a sigh "Maybe this was a mistake...".

"Just give them a bit more time Mistress. They are properly busy defeating the enemy as we speak" Cy replied to me with. I could feel his eyes bore into my back worriedly now "Don't do anything drastically...".

I scorned dangerously at that. I did understand Cy's worry. I truly did, but... I growled annoyed. After days of barely being in touch with my emotions, anger now tended to rise up in me a lot. Mostly frustrated thoughts that I couldn't do anything about along with fear. I didn't per say have a fall out with Shark, but I was a bit hesitant to return to him because of the events with Dumon. That and I hadn't been at Yuma's home for days, besides sneaking in and out a couple of times. I was not keen on going back there alone. There weren't really many places I could go that wouldn't leave me in an awkward situation. Maybe this really wasn't the best idea.

"Mistress..." Cy warned as I got up from my spot at the grassy field.

Currently I had been sitting at the riverbed in Heartland city somewhere, waiting for Yuma to appear and bring me home. As him and Astral had always done in the past. Now however I was doubting that. Would he really come? Yuma had enough problems on his own. He shouldn't deal with mine too.

"Let's go Cy. Maybe it is finally time for me to leave Heartland City for good" I then stated, "I have been in this city too much already".

"Mistress!" Cy uttered in pure distress as he got up from the grass as well "Please reconsider. Leaving the city is...".

"Is what Cy? A bad call? Wrong? I don't care! There is nothing keeping me here!" I yelled out furiously. Not caring if there were any people there, seeing me having a huge fight with the thin air now. Few tears were shown at the corner of my eyes now "Yuma won't come. No one will. They don't care about me!".

"Ah I beg to differ my lady. Your dear brother does indeed care" A voice then suddenly said and took me by surprise completely.

I hadn't expected anyone to say anything besides Cy here. I of course instantly turned towards the voice of this stranger and found a long blond-haired girl standing at the top of this grassy hill looking down at me with cold blue eyes. However, that was not important right now. What was, was this girl's dress code. Who in their right mind dresses up in a gothic Lolita outfit in black, white, and red colors? White sleeves and skirt with white puffy edges at her black skirt. Red trims at her black jacket and why did she have a bowtie ribbon around her neck? Black stockings and black shoes along with her black umbrella finished her look, and made me wonder why? I had nothing against this dress code per say, but at the same time it was so not my thing.

"Who the heck are you?" I asked in a very ferocious matter.

The girl chuckled playfully as she jumped down, or more floated down the hill thanks to her umbrella, and landed gracefully in the grass meters away from Cy and me.