Kiplerr

 The silent wind suddenly became as loud as a hurricane roar.
"Harry! What's the rush? Com'on, slow down!"
The one speaking wass a larger man with bright, short blonde hair; and small beaty eyes. He wore, as always, a white colored shirt with a pocket protector on the left side of his chest. Along with casual blue jeans and black dress shoes. He's always smiling, no matter the situation. His smile was glued across his chubby face. And the goofy was he talks, never got in the way of his acute inteligence.
 "Sorry Bob, no can do. Maria is the one who called...She said it had something to do with Brandon."
 This time, the man speaking was tall, sort of slim, with dirty brown hair. His baby blue eyes held a look of binding determination. He was sharp, perhaps he might even be TOO sharp. Wearing, always wearing, a white suit with a red undershirt, and a silk, jet black tie. Along with his black dress shoes and an always handy cigarette pack in his left, front pocket of his pants. His voice was smooth and slick, his intelegence was almost peerless.
"Brandon?!" Bob announced.
"What happened to him? Is he okay, Harry?
Watching the road as he drove, Harry replied in his calm, casual tone.
"I don't know Bob. But we'll find out soon enough." As Harry ended his sentence, he smashed his right foot on the gas pedal and flew down the small, unpopulated backroads.
"So where are we off to, Harry?"
"A small coffee shop, on the other side of town."
Bob nods in recognition.
 Closing in on the only stop light on these suddle back roads, Bob hears his cell phone ring.
"Oh man, it must be Lin!"
Digging through his pickets, Bob eagerly searches for his phone. Bob checks the backseats, along with his coat pockets, which was laying streched along the backseat of Harrys' topless car.
"Harry! I can't find it!"
Moving though the light, right before it turns red, Harry replies in his calm, normal voice.
"Check the glovebox, Bob."
With a curious face, Bob opens the glove compartment in front of him and spots his phone; which at that very moment, as every other time this happens, it stopped ringing. Bob sighs and looks at Harry. Without Bob uttering a single word, Harry replies to his expression.
 "You put it in the glove box before we left so you would remember where it was, Bob." Harry exclaimed in his usuall, caim tone.
 "Oh...Well, i'll be." Bob replied in his dopey voice.
 As the two pulled up to the coffee shop, Harry quickly spotted Maria sitting at an outside table with a small coffee cup, halfway filled with coffee; two sugars no cream. How she always takes it. Bob, glancing at Harry notices him spoting her and look out at her. Bob points at her by jolting his head to the side a few times.
"There she is Harry."
Harry sighs, looking at the road as he turns his silk-glaze white car onto the side of the curb in front of Maria's small navy blue car. As the two got out of the car and began walking toward Maria, Bobs cell phone started to ring.
"In your pocket, Bob." Harry said without hesitation.
Bob reached into his pocket, took out his phone and answered it. He closed the top of his phone down, and without a single remark to one another; Bob looked at Harry, who nodded in confirmation.
Bob turned around and walked to the other side of the building, so that neither Maria or even Harry could see him int the slightest. A gun metal colored car came by through the way Bob and Harry did, moving toward where Bob was walking.
 Harry, who was looking in the direction that Bob left in, turns and walks toward Maria with a smile and put his hand in the air to symbolize a greeting.
 "Hi there Maria." His voice reflecting his erotic eyes, making his greeting sound almost sexual.
Maria, looks at Harry with a faint smile. Her eyes open halfway. As Harry pulls out the chair across from the small, round table she is sitting at, she adresses him.
 "Good afternoon..."
Harry sits down in the pulled out chair, folds his hands together and puts his elbows down on the table and rested his chin on his folded hands. The two made eye contact, as Maria finishes her sentence.
 "...Harry Mcdowell."

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 As his eyes glowed the audience forced to watch the overdose of criminal actions perished out of existance.
 This horrid event occured ten years ago. Even though the time period between the fall of Arcana and now is that of a decade, everyone has forgotten. Memories lost, unknown how and why. Records no longer exist of the tragic fall of the unparrell continent. No one wonders how for the reason that no one remembers. As I lay on the brink of death, as the only rememberance, I will make sure someone remembers, I will leave this single piece of paper, in hope that someone remembers. Remembers the Legend Of Arcana.

~88 years later~

 An echoing sound of continuous knocking fills the almost barren appartment. The sound pauses as a young woman being to speak.
 "Brandon! Wake up, it's already past noon."
 No answer. Angered, she begins knocking louder and harder until her hand turns as red as red wine.
 "Brandon, it's Maria, now open up!"
 No response, just complete, almost pieceful silence.
 "Dammit Brandon! Open this door right now!"
 Now, that silence just horribly died.
 Angered once more, the woman by the name Maria turns to a man wearing a faded brown vest over a black tanktop, with long black hair and yellow eyes. Marias big blue eyes glicened at the sight of him. The man walks up to the door, takes a key out of his pocket, so gentaly while holding a brown paper bag. As he unlocks the door with a small turn, the woman standing behind him with the name of Maria shows an almost teary expression. With the utmost joy. The man with the brown paper bag and brown faded vest over the black tanktop slowly walks into the apartment room, leaving the door open behind him; almost as if her was inviting her inside without uttering a single sound. The blonde blue-eyed woman, slowly enters as if she isn't sure what to do or say. She stares at him in awe. Not a praising awe, but just a simple speachless awe.
 As the black haired, yellow-eyed man unpacks stuff from the brown paper bag, the thin blonde woman enters closer to him.
 "Brandon..." She says ever so quietly.
 He says nothing back and keeps removing the supplies he bought and sets the down on the counter in front of him; in which the bag rests on. Maria's face turns slightly red and her eyes fill with silent rage.
 "Brandon." She exclaims with a quiet yet agrivated voice.
 "Where have you been? I was worried. When no one answers, I thought maybe...Maybe something happened to you..." Maria looks down waiting for a reply, and gets none.
 "Brandon!" she expresses in a much louder voice as he keeps taking stuff, slowly, out of the paper bag.
 "Say something." Maria stares at him with concerned eyes.
 "Sorry." Says the quiet man in a low almost translucent voice.
 Maria, angery, happy, and quite sad at the same time drives her emotions inward and shows an emotionless tear. As she wipes it away she turns toward the old, slightly open door.
 "I see, so you're busy then. I understand. I'll go then." She begins to unsurly walk toward the door.
 "Goodbye Brandon." Still standing at the counter with the brown paper bag resting on the counter in front of him. He stands motionless and says quietly:
 "Yeah."
 Maria walks out and closes the door behind her. The young Brandon rests his hands on the counter and looks down at it with his half open yellow eyes. He says her name so quietly, he himself dosen't even know he's saying it.
 "Maria..."

(Working on more, be posting the next two chapters in one blog soon, tell me what you think, PLEASE!)

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