That night, Aureole sees the past within the eyes of his dreams. A terrified man with long red hair sits atop a wood chair centered in the middle of a broken down warehouse.. very cliché. This man has two beautiful purple eyes that hold the fear of his soul as he hears the door open behind him. Aureole begins to turn in his sleep as the dream continues, a man cloaked in black pulling a long blade from the pocket of his trench coat… screams of horror… pain..blood.. Now, two eyes, one purple and the other dead white, open slowly. This is the first time he has ever woken up to a, “Good morning.” From a gentle voice. Aureole simply waves his hand without looking at her. He slowly begins to sit up, “I don’t think-“ the woman begins before Aureole simply replies, “we aren’t doing this again.” She slightly grins at his words and stands up herself, “I’m Emalia.” She says holding out her hand to shake. Aureole gently holds her hand and presses his lips to the back of it. “Nice to meet you, I’m Aureole.” She cocks her head gently to the left, “Last name?” She asks, Aureole shakes his head, “No, I was an orphan as a child.. never had a need for one.” He replies. Emalia stares into space a moment, “hmmm.” She says, twirling her index finger in her hair before lashing her hand out and placing it against aureole’s forehead. “Can I give you a last name?” she asks excitedly. “uhh-“ He begins to stutter before Emalia continues, “Yea, it can be like Buckworth or Emmerson or something really fancy.” She smiles widely. Aureole didn’t have the heart to break hers at the moment, “Yea sure, whatever.” He says. Her smile only broadens, “I know you don’t want one but everyone deserves a last name Aureole.” He shrugs, “Why?” He asks her politely, “I’ve never needed one, not even for a few fleeting moments.” He walks over to a few cabinets that are above a sink that was practically at the end of the couch he slept on as this was a very small star ship.. not meant for long distance travel. “How are we doing on fuel?” aureole asks as he begins to search the cabinets, grabbing any food he can find. “Let me check.” Emalia says walking into the cock pit, “We are almost out.” She calls out, Aureole’s back stiffens, “What?!” He yells turning towards her. “I said we are almost out.” Emalia replies, poking her head around the door way to the cockpit. “Are we near any shuttles or floating colonies, any planets or ships around.. fuck anything?” He slams her with questions as she turns around and checks the radar. “There is a planet far off.” She calls out to him. He enters the room and stares at the radar over her shoulder, “That is a very big planet.” He says. “We have just enough fuel to make it there.” Emalia then looks at him, “But Aureole, there is no name showing up on the radar screen when I put my finger on it.” She says, the red haired man shrugs, “So ?” He says, “We still need it, it’s a miracle that it was so close to us.”He says, “I’ll drive there.” He declares as he begins to sit in the pilots seat. Her tiny hand rests on his shoulder, “What do you think your doing, ?” She asks him, “Im flying the ship, what does it look like im doing?” He replies shaking his head and reaching for the wheel. Her small nails slightly digs into his shoulder, “But this is my ship.” She says smiling. “It certainly was wasn’t it?” Aureole laughs, jerking his body left to release her grip from his shoulder. Suddenly, he feels a cold metal circle placed to the side of his head, “Get up “ Her voice says, remaining sweet and innocent. Aureole stands up staring at her as she takes her seat back. “You pulled a gun on me?” He asks. She blushes, “It wasn’t loaded, stupid.” She laughs. Aureole tries and fails at not smiling. He simply shakes his head before realizing something. “Wait.” He says. “Where did you get that?” She points to the living room of the ship; there is a door behind the couch. Aureole walks to the couch and moves it, staring at the door. “Where did you get this ship Emalia?” He asks. She smiles as she sets course for the planet in the distance, “It belonged to the desert rats.” She replies as if nothing in the world was off about that statement. “It what?!” Aureole shouts. She leans around the corner, “Belonged to the Desert Rats!” she shouts. He kicks the door open and beholds a decent sized armory, pistols, shotguns, sub machine guns.. everything a young ambitious thief such as himself could have ever wanted. “Wow.” He says smiling and entering the closet sized room. He spends the better part of 30 minutes cleaning and loading most of the guns. “Aureole.” Emalia would occasionally call out to him from the cock pit. “Yes Emalia?” He would reply, shining a silver pistol with a blade built in under the barrel. “That sign says something weird it’s in another language but it looks like a warning.” She’d explain, each time hearing, “Just keep going forward.” And to this, she would always reply with thumbs up around the corner. “God she has tiny hands.” He would think to himself.<br/>He pulls out his jet black pistol, as he has made a lovely find indeed. “Armor piercing rounds.” He whispers to himself as he finds a few clips that fit his pistol and begin to load them up with the horrifyingly strong ammunition. He runs a pale hand through his long.. thick red hair and smiles as he examines his gun. “All these fine weapons around, and your still the most beautiful” He says placing his gun back in its holster. “Aureole” Emalia calls out. “Emalia.” Aureole replies, “I want to hear nothing more about signs.” There is silence a moment, “But our screen is flashing danger, and the planet is right there but there are all these metal thingys and they are turning towards us.” She explains. Aureole rolls his eyes, still cleaning weapons, “That’s ok Emalia just keep going for-“He stops and looks at the cockpit. He gets up and runs over there, his wounds obviously healing. His eyes shoot open to see an impossibly large planet covered in green. “My god.. that is a big planet.” He whispers. “And look at the metal thingys.” Emalia says pointing through the windshield at multiple defense satellites all aiming at their ship. Spheres of orange begin to form at the end of guns that are attached. “Shit!” Aureole yells as he grabs the wheel. “Punch it Emalia!” He shouts as the ship rockets forward. Multiple orange beams begin to shoot past them as they jet to the planet. “Ah! What is happening?” Emalia screams. “Hush!” Is all Aureole can reply with right now. The ship violently shakes as their main engine is taken out, right as they enter the planet’s atmosphere. Intense heat washes over the two as there ship begins to burn up. They are nearing many tree’s and vegetation. “Come on Emalia!” Aureole shouts as he grabs her delicate shoulders and rushes out of the cockpit slamming the door tight and holding her close as to keep her safe. Aureole’s eyes are shut impossibly tight, somehow.. over the roar of the wind he can hear her fragile voice. “Im scared.” She cries. “Don’t be, ive got you.” He replies as the ship plows into the ground impossibly hard in an explosion of flame. Charred metal is all that remains of their ship. Aureole is still in the same corner, clutching Emalia as tight as he can. His eyes fly open.. “We, we aren’t dead.” He says as he gently releases his grip on her. “We aren’t?” she asks. Aureole shakes his head, “Not at all but..” He stands up and looks to the front of the ship that was absolutely ripped off; all he sees is dense jungle. “Where did we end up?” He says. He is already sweating a little bit as the heat of this planet is now fully felt by them. The two are not bothered however as they came from a desert. Emalia walks next to Aureole, “Wow, it’s really pretty out here.” She says. Aureole shrugs and slides off the top of the small ship, planting his feet upon the rich soil, “you know Aureole!” Emalia shouts after him, he looks over his shoulder, “Yes?” He asks. “Out of all the beautiful plants around us right now, you’re still the prettiest!” He slightly blushes before looking away, “I’m not a plant Emalia!” He replies as he begins to scan the surrounding area. “There has to be a civilization somewhere.” He says to himself, thinking out loud really. “I don’t think so.” Emalia says, her face right next to his. Aureole jumps, “Shit what the hell are you doing?!” He yells. She frowns, “Im sorry Aureole.” She replies, eyes falling to the floor. He sighs, “Its ok, im just.. im worked up you know? I just got shot down in a gun fight and lived through a ship wreck.” A smile is replenished upon her face as she nods, “What do we do now aureole?” She asks swaying her head back and forth. He shrugs as he begins to look around, “I have no idea.” He replies shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair. “I have no idea at all.”<br/>Soon, the sun began to set casting an orange blaze across the otherwise deep green landscape. Aureole had never seen anything like it, it was as if there were standing in a painting. He looks up to see Emalia, sitting at the edge of a tree. It was a baby tree, Aureole could tell because although it was a good size.. the others towered over it. She sat at the end of that branch.. arms outstretched towards the burning orange sun and somehow… he cannot bring himself to look away. Hypnotized, he stares at her. Her blonde hair appears as if though it had caught fire with in the intensive light as it slowly begins to dim into a beautiful cool blue. A lovely rush of a breeze begins to constantly slide past them. As that blue begins to turn to a purple and then a black… Aureole cannot help but yell. “Emalia, come down here now we have no idea what is here!” She happily complies and makes her way down the tree and to her only comrade.. if you could call them that. “Get inside the ship, I will drape a blanket over the front so we aren’t completely exposed.” He says, “Go get some food from inside and bring it out here.. im going to light a fire ok?” His eye brows raise. “Oki Doki Aureole!” Emalia chimes as she jogs to the ship to carry out her orders. Aureole sits down and begins to dig a hole. He puts many thick leaves and branches into the small crater he created and pours a little fuel from the ship onto it. From his left, back pocket he pulls a silenced pistol he found in the armory and points it downward. A low audio, “Tink” Sounds as the weapon fires into the crater and blazing flames shoot up, but due to the preparation of said fire the jungle was in no real danger. “Emalia!” He calls out, “I cant decide what to eat aureole.. and im really hungry!” Her voice replies, laced with actual sorrow. He runs his hand down his face slowly and shakes his head as he begins to walk to the ship. “Emalia it really doesn’t matter what we eat.. we don’t have the luxury of choice right now you know?” He explains to her. A half frown creeps across the left side of her mouth as she nods. “This one.” She says, handing him a can of instant “Wheaty double yummy yumm meal.” Aureole has to stare at it for minuets as he kept thinking he was misreading the title. “Does it need to be cooked?” He asks. She nods and goes for the stove. “no!” He shouts causing her to jump. “What?” She asks. “We don’t know if the gas lines are ok or not love… you might blow us up, just bring it to the fire ok?” She smiles and nods but then appears confused. “Something wrong?” aureole asks her. She shrugs, “Did you just call me love?” She asks, Aureole’s eyes widen momentarily as he freezes. A snort sounds from him, “Of course not Emalia just come on.” He coldly says as he walks outside past the blanket he hung up not minutes before.. a can of delicious “Wheaty double yummy yumm meal” in his hand while he approaches the fire.<br/>Emalia sits atop the small ship and watches the red haired man cook up some sort of wheat meal. Despite the fact she was wrong about him trying to save anyone, she was glad she saved him. “It might be dying Aureole.” She says quietly, watching as he prepares the food, “But you have a heart of gold.” Th night is quit after her words; the only sound she hears is the whistle of the wind.<br/><br/>Hours pass, they are laying side by side atop the ship, watching the stars. “That one is pretty bright eh?” aureole says, his index finger outstretching towards the sky. Emalia nods, “Yes yes.” She says smiling. Her face lights up, “That one looks like your eye!” She yells. Aureole blushes and frowns as he looks away, “Im sorry.” Emalia says realizing what she had just said. “It’s ok Emalia.” Aureole attempts. Emalia fidgets a moment with her thumbs, “Can I ask what happened to your eye?” She questions as she sheepishly looks over to him. He shakes his head, “No.” He says, “No.” And that was the final word of that, the two star gazed a while longer and then retreated to bed.