AN: I know this has been a while…but here's a short update. More is to come soon.

As the sun faded behind golden trees, dusk fell over the sanded path whose road lead to Lalivero. She took quiet steps as she walked, so quiet that they were near inaudible amongst the night wind. With her eyes cast upward towards the surfacing stars, Zen silently contemplated what it was that she would achieve this night. She had previously heard a mind crying for aid, and she had taken her first opportunity to meet it.

Zen adorned a frilled poncho among her numerous amounts of varied jewelry and beaded ornaments. She looked like a gypsy re-awakened from years ago with spiked, blonde hair and eyes that would hold a gaze even at length. She was no average girl in any aspect. Standing out among her many necklaces was a single gem hanging from a beaded strand of string. With the lessening of the sun's rays and the glow of the moon, one could say it glowed.

With the same caution she had practiced upon approaching, she stepped into the calm and desolate clearing which held Isaac in his uncomfortable position. Sprawling himself out across the desiccated leaves, he looked to be in some sort of knot with his shoulder next to his ear and the rest of his body following suit. The spot of blood drew Zen's eyes, and she winced at his obvious pain.

However, her grimace turned to a smile when she thought of what lay ahead for him. A path that would truly exist; however, he would be given the option to live it before he would take the steps to get there. A dream of the future is what she would give him. She would grant him the gift of viewing the possibilities of what could lay ahead. Yes, she thought. This is what will aid him in his time of need.

With a faint glow of white upon her hands, she reached out to his cold and dampening forehead and let her fingers lightly brush his skin. Upon contact, the will of her Psynergy flowed unto him, and his dream began.

"The one time you ask for help, Isaac," she whispered, "you shall receive it."

Mia's eyes drifted slowly towards the moon as it began to brighten with intensity, and her worry deepened. Never before had Isaac simply wandered off by himself with no real goal or purpose, and then proceeded to stay away so long.

With her hands wrapped around her knees, she turned her gaze to the fire which lay at the center of their camp. What was it that made him snap at her so? What was it that ignited that fire long withheld? She had once before thought that Isaac was one who had finally begun to understand her, and in return, he had let her begin to understand him.

However, now she wasn't sure.

She glanced over at Garrett who lay peacefully snoring on the other side of the raging embers of their fire. She wondered if he had been affected at all at Isaac's abrupt outburst, or if he even cared. Garrett was much more used to Isaac than she. Maybe this kind of thing was common for him. Maybe it would pass…maybe. She would hate to see a friendship like Isaac and Garrett's scarred; a friendship that surpassed the meaning of even brotherhood.

Had everything she had assumed about him in the past been incorrect? She had thought she had been around him enough that even something such as the past day's event wouldn't cause him to become so angry with her.

As she stared into the orange flames, the fear came to her that she may have been wrong. She became to acknowledge the fear that what the two of them had shared along the lines of friendship may not have been as she thought. After all, what would it be that would cause him to say such things to even Garret?

Or her?