Forgotten (A Mianite Fanfic) [Sequel to Captured] ON HOLD

Chapter 1: Forgotten

Tom's POV:

A few days had passed since the funeral of our fallen warrior. Nothing had been the same. My friends act as though it had been nothing, but I'm positive something is extremely wrong. While lying in bed one day, recalling the recent events, I heard a loud knock on my wooden door.

"Go away!" I groaned, flopping over back onto my face. I still felt extremely sick and completely exhausted thanks to the stupid virus. My body still possessed the ability to move around, but only a little bit at a time. There was no way I could run or fight. Talking and walking, possibly, but nothing else.

"Tom, let me in," a familiar, calm voice suggested. "I need to talk to you about something." That voice caused my eyes to grow wide. I hadn't heard that voice since the lunch after the funeral. Falling straight on my face in the attempt of getting out of bed, I scrambled up and stumbled towards the door. As my back and arms began to hurt from the fall, I pulled the door wide open and revealed the person behind it with a small grin spreading across my face.

"Oh, hey Jordan." I greeted, smiling softly. He didn't return the smile. Instead, his expression was turned into a small frown.

"Tucker said you had some information for me?" Jordan explained, raising an eyebrow. Crap. Tucker did want me to spend every other day telling Jordan information in the attempt of getting his memory back fully. But I didn't want to do that. In my eyes at least, it would be dreadfully boring. But I suppose I could tell him some information.

"Alright," I concluded. "Come on in." Awkwardly, Jordan stepped into my house as I threw on a random grey hoodie over my messy t-shirt. Closing the door, I slid the key in and locked it. "Just sit down here." I motioned for couch in front of the television as I sat on the old wooden coffee table.

Silence fell. There was no context on the information that I needed to explain. Silently, I began twiddling my thumbs together, begging for some reasonable conversation starter. This was most likely going to take quite a while.

Tucker's POV:

"Okay, we need a plan," Sonja started. "Since Mianite is gone, we don't have to worry about him. But Historian is a much bigger issue."

"Yeah," Martha agreed, interjecting. "The quintessence levels are dropping quicker than ever before. My mother is thinking that she'll need retreat over to the End in order to keep all of the quintessence she can."

"Scarlet, what's our drop rate?" I questioned, glancing over at the bounty hunter. She examined her small laptop screen sitting on the table.

"The levels are dangerously low already, but we're losing 30 levels daily. At this rate, Ruxomar will be destroyed in a matter of days if we don't do anything quickly." Scarlet explained, tracing her finger against the screen. Stressed, I let my head rest in my hands.

After Andor's suicide, nearly everyone has been obsessed with finding a way to get that lost quintessence back. Since he was also an Ianite follower, the levels of quintessence are dropping rapidly. Besides Tom, Wag and Ianite. I never knew what was going on with them. They had seemingly disappeared. Jordan, though, I saw wandering the town occasionally, but nothing more.

"Well we don't have anymore artifacts, do we?" I asked quickly, snapping my head from thought.

"Not that I can think of. And if we did, those only have small amounts of quintessence." Martha offered, holding her hand out slightly.

"Anything is better than nothing at the moment." Sonja commented. "There's no use chucking away seemingly useless items. If it could work even a little bit, we need to try it." A headache began to form. There was only a few days until the world was going to be completely gone. We needed a plan to stop Historian, and fast. Yet nothing of any significance came to mind.

"We'll need to figure out some idea to saving all the quintessence we do have stored at the moment. Even better, we could stop Historian while we're ahead." Scarlet suggested.

"But we're not ahead," Martha retorted. "We're just hanging on by a thread, and Historian has a nice pair of scissors to cut that at any moment."

"Why are you being so pessimistic?" Scarlet spat.

"Why are you being so optimistic?" Martha shot back.

"Both of you, shut up!" I exclaimed, standing from my chair, sending it scraping against the hardwood floor. "We're not going to get anywhere by arguing why we're pessimistic or optimistic. Now, we just need to focus!" Both of their expressions suddenly turned from rage to fear. Sitting back down and almost completely missing the chair, I folded my arms tightly across my chest.

"I'm going back to my brothers." Scarlet growled, snatching her laptop up and leaving without another word. Martha followed quickly after, but went a different pathway. Groaning, I let my head rest back as Sonja went to sit in the chair next to me.

"Why the heck are they fighting when we need each other more than anything now?" I complained, sliding my hat over my eyes.

"It's just stress and wanting to get everything done," Sonja soothed. "We'll get there in time."

"But we don't have time!" I cried sadly. "Remember what Scarlet said? We have, what, 3-4 days until Ruxomar basically explodes from lack of quintessence? We're too late. We've lost."

"Well I'm not going down without a fight," Sonja informed. "It's either we win or die trying. We've already lost a precious life, and I don't want that to be for nothing." I couldn't help but let a small grin creep onto my face.

"Why you gotta be so inspirational?" I asked, chuckling slightly. She returned the smile and enveloped me into a tight hug. Her words of wisdom were right. We just need to come up with ideas. Just a simple idea and we could save all of Ruxomar and the civilians living here.

Suddenly, my communicator strapped to my waist began blinking and beeping rapidly. Stopping to glance down at it, my tongue got tied up in my throat. The machine showed a new message, from Wag:

"I know how to get Dianite back."

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Yes, short and bad first chapter. I understand your arguments, rushing to the comments to scream, "WHY SO SHORT?!" Nonetheless, here's the sequel to Captured! I still have no clue whether this'll be shorter or longer than the first book, but we'll have to wait and see. I waited to upload this because of the day this is going up, it's actually my 1-year anniversary on Wattpad! Time flies. Anyway, thank you all for reading and I will see you all laterade!

-Sara