I am suprised that there was a request for a part 2... Anyways, lets get to it.• “Sabet,” Zathala tried to establish the psysic link she shared with Sabet. “Where are you?”
• “Whatcha' mean,” Sabet's voice was as clear as if he was in front of her. “I'm right here, Zathala.”
• Zathala felt his presence, but it was as if she was in a dream.
• Zathala heard something elce, but it was distorted. An alarm of some type was sounding.
• “Sabet, quick,” Zathala had a strong sence of urgancy, where it came from she couldn't understand. “Where am I?”
• “Its fine, Zathala.” Sabet slowly started emerging, almost like he was being reconstructed on the spot. “We are in the Tank.”
• The Tank was a subdivision of TF, in witch children were submerged underwater, icolated from everything with the exception of their partner. It was something TF used to strengthin the bonds of partners.
• When Sabet fully emerged, he was dressed in black dennem jeans, combat boots, a shirt that beloned to a band in the future that read: My Cheimacal Romance, and a leather jacket.
• Zathala looked at Sabet with envey. He could change the fabric of reality in a heart beat, and yet all she could do was control time. She only knew of the basics: going back in time, going fowards in time, and stoping time compleatly. The only person who was unafected by a compleat time stop was Sabet.
• Zathala rarely used her powers, for she knew changeing one thing would create a ripple in time. She found this out from personal experance.Im gonna end it here... Hope you guys (and girls) liked it. If someone requests a Part 3 then, and only then, will I make one. Im not sure if I want this scires to go much ferther than Zathala, but if you want it to, then just ask!
By @DoomsDayMonkie
