"GYAAAAAAAAAAHhhhh....!!!" The body fell down from the sky... still breathing, but weakened considerably.

"Sanchaa... " A young male, blond with glasses, said quietly. He took off his glasses.

"Guure, what're you doing? Dont tell me you're going to fight! You cant see without your glasses!" A female said. Younger than the lensed male, surely.

"I know that, but... I've gotta get Sanchaa... and I might have to fight him... You understand, right Anaise?" Guure said, looking sorroful.

"You dont fight! Leave him, Sanchaa is DEAD! "

"I guess I forgot you dont have a Reader. He's alive. Breathing shallow, but living. Please, Anaise... " He shook his arm, where the girl was hanging tightly on.

"Oh! By all means pick up your friend. Come on, then. " A sneer voice sounded out. A heavily armored man floated in the air, arms crossed.

"You dont... trust him, do you, Guure?"

"I have to. "

Guure jumped down the sharp decline of the mountain, using his ability to his best to pick his way into the crater where Sanchaa lay. "Guure...." he whispered.

"Hey buddy. Hold on, I'm going to get you somewhere safe, okay?"

"Wa..."

A hand raised somewhere behind him. A small whirr was heard as a blaster charged up.

"WATCH OUT!" The almost limp body screamed. He raised his hand and unleashed a powerful blast... Knocking the man with the armor out of the sky. Dead.

"Sanchaa? Sanchaa? Little bro?" Guure shook the body, with its eyes half-closed... No pulse.

(-End Prologue-)