I read the critique I got on the last chapter and thought I'd change my storyline a little to help make the first scene a bit clearer. I wrote most of these scenes before hand, so if you see any inconsistencies let me know. Enjoy!
Author's Note This story in a non-linear format, so if you're get confused that's ok. It's my first time writing in such a format, so I don't know how it will turn out.I have three storylines currently. The first one takes place in the present, the second in the past and the third in the future. Enjoy!This is a summary/synopsis of the previous chapter. It is short and not very detailed. I give you the essentials here. Seres and Wolf haven't seen each other in twenty years. In the present Wolf has found Seres and told him that he has a part of Seres' soul in the compass that he was carrying. Seres is skeptical, but eventually absorbs the part of his soul that was in the compass.
A year before present to present
The records office was circular and tall. Staircases wound their way upwards, towards the collective's main records. Every single planet's records were stored here; the inside being larger than the outside. There was a theory that the office itself is partly in a different dimension and walking down these halls Wolf could believe it. He started from the bottom floor, combing through the recent records meticulously. It took him several weeks before he reached the topmost level where the collective's làtni system records were kept. The làtni system was used to monitor the power levels of every planet in the multiverse. There were a lot of them. Wolf sighed, 'This is going to take days.'
He had been searching for seven months before he found the report. It was about a large fluctuation on the planet of Zeyaethay. 'Strange,' Wolf thought, 'there was only one fluctuation.' He set it aside to look at later. After a week Wolf was getting frustrated. That report was the only odd one out of the fifty or so he had looked at. 'I suppose there's no harm in checking it out,' he thought, 'what's the worst that could happen?' He went home and told Crane where he was going.
"What about Hiram," she had asked.
"It might be nothing," Wolf said, tossing another shirt into the large duffel bag on the bed.
"Don't do it like that,' Crane snapped,"you won't fit all of it in like that."
"I am a master at making things fit," Wolf said, rummaging through his messy closet looking for another pair of pants.
Crane snorted, "Yeah, right Mr. Disorganized."
"I've been working," he protested.
Crane rolled her gray eyes, " Here, let me do it."
"Ok," he moved aside and sat on the edge of the bed.
"So why didn't you want Hiram to know?" She picked up an orange shirt, frowning at how wrinkled it was.
"I already told you"
"I don't buy it. If you thought it was nothing, you wouldn't be wasting your time checking it out. Especially because you thought the planet was like any other."
Wolf frowned, looking out at the vast, rocky landscape below the apartment, "I don't trust Hiram and I want to fix things without his interference."
Five minutes after Crane had left, Hiram's right hand, Deucalion showed up.
"We 'eard you're lo'king for the Alezrani," he said. He was from Jevrain, Wolf remembered, one of the planets in the crystal ice belt surrounding Inici.
"Where did you hear about me looking for Seres," Wolf asked,carefully.
Deucalion glared up at him, "The Collective knows all." Wolf sighed and discreetly cast an illusion on the duffel bag lying near the closet.
"It's no 'se ca'ting il'sion 'en I've 'een it al'eady," Deucalion growled, his accent thickening.
Wolf blinked, "Pardon?" Deucalion took a deep breath and gestured to the illusion.
"I know that is a duffel bag," he said, clipping his words, " there is no sense in casting an illusion on it."
Wolf waved the illusion away, "My apologies for insulting you."
"Don't 'o it 'gain,' Deucalion ordered.
"What do you want," Wolf asked, grumpily.
"We 'ant you to bring back the Alezrani."
"Why, the universe is running just fine."
"You do not 'eed to know, " Deucalion snarled, brown eyes turning slightly red. Wolf took a step back, bumping into the bed.
"And what if I don't," he was glad his voice remained steady.
Deucalion grinned, showing jagged teeth, "You 'ill, we're 'iving you incentive."
"And what incentive would I need?'
"We," Deucalion took a step forward, "can cure your mother." Wolf fell back onto the bed, one thought running through his head, 'that's impossible.'
"You can't," he said shaking his head. He gets up from the bed and starts to pace in short, tight strides.
"Do you 'ant to test that," Deucalion says softly. Wolf opened his mouth and then closed it with a click. "I 'ought not. Here," he took out a small compass. It was edged with gold, contrasting the dark wood that the rest of the compass was made of. The needle was made from silver and was currently pointing towards the door of the bedroom.
"A compass?"
"It 'ontains a piece of the Alezrani's soul," Deucalion explained, " we 'anaged to trap a piece, while all of the others escaped. You can use this as a 'argaining chip to 'onvince him to come with you." He handed the compass to Wolf. "Bring him back in a month or we'll come get him."
Wolf put the compass on the bed, "Do you know where he is?" Deucalion gave him another smile.
"The Collective knows all," he repeated, heading for the door, " remember, a month. We'll be 'eeing you both. One way or the other." The door whispered shut behind him.
The minute he gates to the planet he feels Seres' presence. It's faint, but there The compass is pointing straight ahead. The sky is a deep shade of black, turning into dark gray where it touches the bright, eggshell moon. He can hear the continuous hum of water from somewhere in front of him and could smell the salt in the air. I was right, he thought, he was here. He sees the beach, a frost white sliver in the darkness. The compass is pointing towards the sea. No, beyond. He takes out the map, he had copied from the records, and finds he is on an island. He checks the compass. North. Cerina, Wolf thinks, he's in Cerina. He finds a ferry about to leave for the mainland, luckily the collective's currency is accepted everywhere. The sun, an aureolin orb,is rising by the time the ferry reaches the mainland.
"There's only two cities," the ferryman had said, "your friend's in one of 'em." Wolf consults the map again. Balia was the capital and Dalië the other city. Balia's smaller, Wolf thinks, Seres never did like big cities. The pull gets stronger here, leading him into a popular coffee shop in downtown Balia. The shop's exterior blends into the prairie that makes up most of Cerina. Wolf wonders how people manage to find it, then spots the bright purple sign, with orange lettering, above the large glass window. Wolf walks in and spends some time studying Seres. He looks well, Wolf thinks, he lost weight... Then Seres sees him. Wolf swallows, not liking the look in his eyes. Seres walks up to him and Wolf eyes him nervously.
"Hello Wolf, what are you doing here," Seres says, voice curt. Straight to the point, Wolf thinks, he wants to get rid of me. He says the first thing that comes to his mind, proud that his voice does not stutter. He tells him about the compass; he had packed it on a whim. Seres was skeptical. Wolf didn't blame him. He pulls the compass out of his coat pocket, glad he had kept it on him
"And I'm supposed to believe that." Seres sounds angry, but he can detect a trace of longing within his tone. He holds the compass out. He doesn't want to use it as a bargaining chip; he can't do that to Seres. Seres is still wary of him; that's understandable.
"I give you my word," he says.
Seres laughs, causing the barista boy to frown and the panda-looking girl to glare. "Sorry," he tells them. "Your word," he says to Wolf, "means nothing to me." Seres was suspicious. That was understandable, but still Wolf felt a twinge of hurt.
"Take it," he insisted. Seres studied him, Wolf shifted under the scrutiny. He knew he must look horrible.
"You have a death wish," Seres said.
He blinks, "Why do you think that?" How did he come to that conclusion?
"I remember telling you that if I saw you again I'd kill you and yet you're here." He frowns, he did not remember that.
He gives Seres a toothy grin, "I don't mind dying...you can have my life as your reparation." He wonders if that will make him happy. Seres refuses. He frowns, wanting an answer. Can't you see how much I want to make things right?
"Because you want to die," Seres said. He detects an undertone of anger in his voice. You're still angry at me? I should have expected this. Seres takes the compass from him. He is shocked that Seres seems to believe him.
"You were telling the truth after all," Seres says. He feels a twinge of disappointment, but quickly stamps down on it. He shouldn't feel this way. Seres has every right to confirm it for himself. Seres absorbs the piece of his soul. He wonders about the scars on his wrist. He couldn't have been-, he stops the thought, not wanting to think about that.
"Why are you here," Seres asked him. He hadn't thought about mailing it to Seres. He had wanted to see him in person.
"What's the real reason?" That is the reason, he thought, but he gave some excuse to Seres.
"Let's sit down. I'll get us some coffee," Seres says. He is surprised that Seres wants to talk to him. He had thought that Seres would have asked him to leave instead. What's going to happen now, he wonders, following Seres to the table.
By the way, if you do want more feedback on this it might be a good idea to PM people who commented on chapter one, because they'd probably be happy to, and you're less likely to get people commenting on chapters after the first one.
I honestly do like this a lot, I just have a tendancy to ramble. Hopefully my long-windedness isn't offputting! 
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