The Bitter Truth Nov 25, 2019 22:58:39 GMT -6
Post by Belle on Nov 25, 2019 22:58:39 GMT -6
Belle’s PL: 81,000
Aura Block: Active
(Set to 1)
Belle wasn’t sure what was moving her body anymore. She was shuffling like a zombie around Mt. Paozu. It hadn’t been long since her whole world was shattered again. Tarch’s telepathic goodbye. Her sickening realization. Tarch was dead. Sensoa had killed him. And it was her fault that it had happened. It was her fault again. Again. Belle paused in her shambling to lean against a tree and retch. Her stomach was already empty, but it didn’t stop her body from reacting violently. She choked down a sob and glanced around. She wasn’t even sure why she was here. Some time had passed before she had managed to stir herself from shock. Why was she here? Was she hoping to find out that it was just a lie? It wasn’t. She knew that. The world was just that cruel that it would take Tarch away from her and Chromo and everyone else that cared about him. Why? Why had she given him that Dragon Ball? Why did she try to keep fixing things when all they did was break and turn to ash in her hands?! Was she just cursed?! Why did everyone she cared for end up... like... this?
She had been wandering in the vicinity of Mt. Paozu for a long time. She knew why deep down. Chromo was here. Her other brother. She wanted to... she wanted to be with him. His presence was reassuring, and... maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe they could do something... Belle’s mind wandered to the Dragon Balls again, but that seemed far too dangerous a prospect. At least on Earth. Plus, those were what had gotten Tarch killed in the first place. The ball she had given him... her uncle hadn’t... Belle bit her lip and scrunched her face up super tight. She fought back the urge to scream and sob and throw up. When she did, she was left with the same aching feeling of emptiness that she’d felt when Mister Lord Chill died. The kind of emptiness that still hurt.
Pushing through the underbrush, Belle followed her senses more or less on autopilot. She knew what Chromo’s aura looked like. Even when he was suppressing it. She could find him. And, as she stumbled through the bushes, Belle found him. Or at least, she was close enough to call out for him. She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice came out hoarse and weak.