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[b]Near Jerusalem, Israel, Green Sahara[/b]
[sub][@Tenma Tendo][@Renny][/sub][/center]

A gentle trip was interrupted by the sound of a struggle coming from behind. 

[color=00a651][b]"Don't"[/b][/color] Audry quietly requested, though it would appear that her guest let the words fall upon deaf ears. The struggling continued for a bit, though eventually, it died down, only to be followed with a plea of some sort. When the talk of death came, the horse stopped in its tracks, with the rider sitting still upon the horse. The imposing walls of Jerusalem lay above the hills ahead, as the horse whinnied and grunted, with the Moogle resting in Capella's lap looking up with an inquisitive look at the rider as she stopped. 

A dull thud sounded as she dismounted the horse, still holding Capella in her arm as she went to approach her bound captive. 

[color=00a651][b]"Oh good, you're awake," [/b][/color] Audry uttered, looking over Yevon as she spoke to him. [color=00a651][b]"My apologies about the straps, but I thought you would prefer that I not leave you in the sands and that you would prefer not to fall from the horse."[/b][/color]

As she spoke, Amalthea had spotted a familiar sight in the corner of her eye out in the distance. The Gummi Ship lay right where they had left it, only a few kilometers away. 

[color=lightcoral][b]"The Gummi Ship is straight ahead, kupo. I can see it.[/b][/color]

As the Moogle pointed out the ship, Audry shielded her eyes from the rising sun as she made out the sight of a vague shiplike structure. 

[color=00a651][b]"Hmm, it looks like we made it." [/b][/color]Audry returned her attention to Yevon, who, though he looked calm, was making his discomfort and anxiety very apparent though is words.

[b][color=00a651]"The girl is fine, as you can see. A little tired."[/color][/b] Audry reached into her coak, retrieving a knife, slashing through the ropes she had wrapped around Yevon's body, letting the man free himself. 

[color=00a651]"You're free to go if you please." [/color]she spoke, looking at the man. [b][color=00a651]"But,"[/color][/b] Audry paused slighting, hoping to catch his attention. [b][color=00a651]"I can tell that you are not from this place, not from this world. And I'm sure you can tell the same of myself. I think our destinies are intertwined, and that your and my own presence here have some kind of connection, and that we have something to do with her too."[/color][/b], she said, motioning towards the girl in her arms with a tilt of the head. 

[b][color=00a651]You're a strong man, and there are dark forces at work here. I understand if you would refuse, our first encounter was less than ideal."[/color][/b] Audry turned her gaze to the sand, avoiding to look at her former opponent. [color=00a651][b]"But it would be to her benefit if she had more than one pair of eyes looking after her. And I'm sure you would like to get to bottom of why you're here too."[/b][/color]

Audry pointed her finger over the distance, too the Gummi Ship. [b][color=00a651]"The Moogle here says it can work that thing. So if you want to come with, that's our next destination."[/color][/b]

[center][b]Unknown Location, Central Europe, Ongoing World War II[/b][/center]
Zekaraya sat, eyes closed in the cockpit of the Gummi Ship, as the world outside of the vehicle began to coalesce into something a bit more familiar. The man opened his eyes as the voice of the angel disappeared into the ambiance. There was a brief moment of serenity as the ship soared, the pilot still tending to the wounds he had received in his last fight. 

But that serenity was short-lived, as the rocking of fire knocked the man to the ground as the Gummi Ship began to twist in the sky. Zekaraya ran to the window, to see two planes occupying the sky with him. Gray machines, with wings emblazoned with a [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/fa/German_Cross.svg/220px-German_Cross.svg.png]sharp cross[/url]. As the battery continued, the Gummi Ship sounded its alarms. Altitude decreased, as the ship lost its flight, and the blue of the sky was replaced with the dark green of foliage. The sound of snapping trees and the tearing of metal filled the area as the Gummi Ship tore through the forest. 

The aftermath was true wreckage, as fire stripped the trees of their leaves. Zekaraya emerged from the wreck, the Gummi Ship was damaged, though he did not know how badly. At least, it still looked to be structurally sound, save for the holes punched into it by gunfire. So this was the accursed world. Zekaraya was not sure what to make of it, nor certain of where he was. As he exited from the forest, the swordsman spotted what looked to be a small village over the horizon.

As he entered into the little hamlet, taking note of its surroundings. Several men were stationed outside of a home, armed with, something. Zekaraya did not recognize the weapons in those men's hands. The swordsman approached the building, only for the men to approach, and stop him from getting any further. Zekaraya found himself unable to understand the men's words, as they spoke to him in some guttural language. The swordsman could only look on as the two attempted to speak with him, yelling at him when he did not respond to their requests. 

But a cry caught the attention of Zekaraya, who quickly lost interest in the soldiers, looking at the house that they were guarding. A flash from the window as a child cried out, a man pressed up against the window, with a distinct band of colors. White cloth, with black bands across a fringed edge. A tallit, the men in this house were Jews, his kin, and these soldiers were...after them. The words of the angel echoed in his mind. [i]A world forsaken by God... where those who follow the Law of Moses and those with black skin are persecuted, marked for extermination.[/i]. The fears were confirmed when the prayer shawl was stained red with blood following a sharp explosion and a flash of light from inside the house, as the soldiers turned to look on in surprise. 

As if he had lost his mind, the swordsman sprung into action grabbing the head of the nearest soldier, and ending his life with a crack as the twisted and snapped the man's neck with ease. The other soldier looked on in horror, only to be met with the searing of flesh as a fiery fist slammed into his face. The final sight of the soldier would be the falling of sharpened steel upon his eyes, before fading into blackness.