I don't own Seiken Densetsu 3

A/N: oO I cannot believe I'm actually updating this. Dear me. Guess this comes to show how much I love the game :D

What Lies In the Future

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"Oy, get up."

She didn't feel like it.

"Get up, I said!"

Five more minutes, Victor…

"Get up, cow!"

Turquize eyes snapped open as pain show from the young woman's left side. She couldn't even scream, just hold herself as she curled up in pain.

"He he, that'd teach you to ignore me, human hag…"

Through the pain she managed to half open her eyes. She wished she hadn't. Above her towered two human figures who, judging from their built, could only be Beastmen. But… in the middle of Wendel!

"Get up, witch."

Bingo, but he hadn't known it. It took all she had, but eventually the girl was on her feet.

"Good. That saves us the trouble of having to carry you. Heh heh, my, aren't you a pretty little thing… Kinda familiar, though…"

He caressed her cheek, and she instinctively slapped it away. A mistake, she soon learned as she was faced with the floor again.

"Feisty one, ain't she?"

The other Beastman asked, laughing.

"We'll see how feisty she is once we give her to Lugar for interrogation."

'Lugar!'

She thought, even despite her body's cries. She wasn't the most intelligent person she knew for nothing, and it screamed for that certain Beastman to be no older than 3.

Her intelligence was also what pushed her back on her feet.

"Good. Now… move it."

She was pushed forward and finally managed to see what was around her. She couldn't believe it was Wendel.

"Where…"

"Shut up!"

She was pushed again, and halfway to the floor, she saw it. The ruins of what was once the Temple of Light.

'How!'

She screamed in her mind, the shock allowing her to catch herself before she hit the ground.

"Oh? She can do something other than fall?"

She heard him snort as he placed his foot on her back.

"Get a hold of yourself, we need to get her there –alive-."

"Like it'd matter. The Beast King doesn't need to know about one flimsy human broad."

That was the last straw. Pushing herself up with all her might, she threw the Beastman off balance and, grabbing his arm, sent him flying at the other Beastman. Sure, she wasn't Duran, or even Lise, but she didn't choose to become a Grand Divina just to case cool spells with a twin. She wanted to be able to fight her own fights.

"Listen, you slugs, my name's not broad, or hag, or whatever! It's a perfectly cute name, which is Angela! Angela of Altena! You had better remember it if you don't want a fireball up where the sun won't shine!"

Her bravado faltered slightly at the sudden look of fear in her would be attackers' eyes, eyes which she could only imagine filled with superiority and viciousness mere seconds ago.

"A, Altena!"

"Yes, dear fellows, Altena!"

Came another voice, causing both the Beastmen and the princess to look around quickly.

"And like the lady said…"

Angela looked back quickly as the two Beastmen screamed in pain as half a dozen shuriken hit each, bringing both down for good.

"… try not to forget it."

"That voice…"

turning around, Angela could only look at a nearby roof, a feeling of relief and happiness washing over her.

"Hawkeye!"

The man jumped down to land next to the two bodies, apparently ignoring the woman who was his friend.

"Two no names again, huh? Lucky bastards."

He said, shaking his head.

"Hawk…"

"Stop right there."

He ordered as she took a step forward and she froze, not sure what to make out of his usually carefree, flirtatious attitude. The wind blew past them, carrying towards her the familiar desert scent he carried with him even after a week in the SubZero Snowfields, and also, another… quite a disturbing, almost non-human fragrance. She frowned.

"What…"

He put a finger to his lips, signaling for her to be quiet. She obliged.

"Waaaah, I'm tired."

"Yeah, me too. Think those guys got that girl to Lugar already?"

"Them? They're probably still playing with her, considering they hadn't broken her yet."

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

The voices carried on closer and closer until the point they broke, growing more and more distant until they faded out of hearing. When that happened, Hawk turned to Angela.

"Another step, and they would've caught your scent."

"Thanks… for two saves in a row now… but I could've handled it on my own."

She said with a frown, sensing something quite off about her friend. She was proven correct.

"Oh please, don't thank me just yet…"

Angela couldn't even reply before a shuriken flew part her, grazing her face. She felt a warm substance trail down her cheek. Blood. Her blood which he shed.

"Let me tell you something, as someone who was once your friend…"

A second later, she was pushed against the was, one of Hawk's daggers to her neck. She was about to comment in any number of ways, when she gazed into his eyes.

She remembered Hawk's eyes. She also remembered the eyes she was looking into then; It was the same eyes Hawk's friends, Bill and Ben had when they fought… and ultimately… killed them.

"… you'd have been better off staying dead… Princess."

She winced. This wasn't what she had in mind when she woke up that morning.

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A/N : Fear not, all shall be explained. Too bad though, I'm making this a Kevin-Angela-Kevin-Angela… chappie based fic in the meanwhile :x so next chappie's a Kevin chappie.