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Chapter One
With an impatient sigh, she fluffed her pillow and flopped lazily onto her stomach. She couldn't sleep.thoughts of the previous nights were keeping her mind alert. Was it a simple coincidence that she was having the exact dream recurring, with each night adding a new chapter to the visions? Or was Serenity sending her some mysterious message that She meant for her to immediately interpret? Or she was simply reading too deeply into a dream that always ended before anything could possibly make sense? Or.
All thoughts slowly drifted into oblivion as Raye was slowly lulled to sleep.
The sorrowful face of grimy, undernourished child gazed steadily at her with hypnotizing, pleading eyes. The two saucers appeared to dominate his small, pale face, or was it an illusion caused by the agony so clearly apparent in his expression? Whatever the reason, Raye fervently wished that he would stop staring, it was disconcerting. Although she was unnerved by his creepy muteness, her heart did reach out to the young soul. Not once did he attempt to shatter the uneasy silence. Then, as before, a powerfully built man suddenly emerged, his face was always left hidden behind the soft folds of his hooded cloak, and towered impressively over the child. Raye fought an ominous chill as an icy gale swirled around her. The youth eagerly clung to the stranger's muscular thighs, an adoring smile illuminating the once tormented face. With a sly smile, the man revealed the most fantastic gifts, ranging from woven baskets of glittering gold and jewels to beautiful satin garments. With a hungry expression, the child beheld and praised each item, tightly hugging the smooth material and sifting through the treasures. Seeing that he was distracted, the older man produced a matching pair of diamond embedded bracelets and fervently coaxed the youngster into wearing them.
Just as the child reached for the attractive present, a sweet scented breeze caressed Raye's face. Warmth and a bright light surrounded her, banishing the frigidness that hung heavily in the air. The child paused, turned towards the source of heat, and ogled. Raye followed his intent look and smothered a shocked gasp. An ethereal lady covered in a flowing white gown advanced towards the watchful pair, a determined expression hardening her supremely beautiful face. As she gracefully glided by Raye, she briefly glanced and nodded at the bewildered priestess.
"Shoki, leave my precious one be," the gorgeous intruder ordered in a lilting, yet commanding voice. With passion and conviction, she glared threateningly at the cloaked figure. Throwing back his magnificent head, the mysterious man laughed condescendingly and defiantly gathered the child into his arms.
"See how tightly he clings to me and my rewards? Your child needs me, Serenity."
"As I stated before, Shoki, leave my precious one be. He was never yours to delude and manipulate."
An intimidating staring contest ensued, and after what seemed an eternity of overwrought silence, he roughly placed the wiggling youth on his bare feet. Carelessly shoving him aside, Shoki sauntered towards the unbending woman, a fierce sneer on his face.
"One insignificant battle matters little in an entire war."
"In this war, each battle matters. Now be gone, and should you dare to ever touch a single hair of my beloved again, beware of the consequences," warned the exquisite creature, lovingly stroking the child's colorless cheek. He smiled innocently up at his savior, responding to her caring touch.
"I shall keep that in mind, Serenity," the man bowed mockingly, his taunting laughter continuing to echo as he slowly dematerialized.
"Do not worry of Shoki, precious, he shall no longer attempt to sway your mind and heart. He would not defy me.," she trailed. Her boiling rage dissipating as she gazed tenderly at the awkward youth.
"I thought he loved me.," he objected in a hesitant, adorable voice.
"Worldly blessings do not equate love, sweet one. He appeared to, but there is no love in his heart, only selfish intentions, my lamb. Do not worry yourselves of his banishment, for I am here to provide comfort.
I dearly promise this to you, I will never desert nor lie to you. For too long I did not interfere with Shoki's manipulation, but I could not stand such treatment towards my precious one for any longer." Her snow white garbs pooled around her slender limbs as she kneeled before him and solemnly met the trusting gaze.
"What shall I do if he returns again, to trick and lure me?" the precocious child piped up.
"Have faith; should Shoki challenge my instructions, I shall come again, in some shape or form, to protect you."
"Do you promise this?"
"With my heart, I do. Oh, beloved, my love for you will never fade," compassionately remarked the splendid woman, smiling kindly at the upturned face.
Raye instantly sprang up on her soft mattress, startling her meandering crows and bustling maidservants.
Her heart beating wildly, she frantically stared out the window. The sun was peeking past the dusky horizon, announcing the birth of a new day. Heaving off the linen covers, she shakily paced the fine Oriental carpets. Never had the recurring dream gone that far and into such heart wrenching detail! Was that mysterious woman sending her a message through her loving words? Was it a prophecy that the Silver Epoch was to begin? Her strange actions roused concern among her assistants; they peered at her with furrowed eyebrows and puzzled expressions.
"High Priestess?" one carefully questioned.
"Huh?"
"Are you faring well? You appear.ill."
"My health concerns me little, Delana, when the fate of generations is at stake. Go, prepare the horses!"
"We are not traveling in the carriage, my lady?"
"That would take far too long. Now go!" confidently directed Raye as she slipped into her ceremonial robes and wound her cascading black tresses into the trademark French twist. With wide, quizzical eyes, her servant scampered to follow the orders.
"Have you gone daft, woman?" Captain Gonevv bellowed. Her cheeks flushing with anger and excitement, her eyes flashing warningly, Raye shifted her piercing glare from the cowering palace sentries guarding the doors to the Great Hall to the looming military official.
"Captain, tell these bullheaded oafs to step aside! I must see Prince Jaedite at once!"
"The prince gave specific orders not to allow anyone into the Great Hall. He is holding an important conference with foreign administrators at this moment."
"That is just dandy, Captain, but my matters are far more important that exports and alliances!"
"I suppose it has to do with the apocalypse, eh?" he sarcastically volunteered.
"For your information, you ignorant fool, it does! Now let me through or I will release the most blood curdling, shrillest scream, and after I have the complete attention of the prince, I will request that he appoint a new captain of his palace guards!" thundered the petite figure, boldly poking the chest of the massive officer and returning the captain's deadly scowl.
"Unlatch the doors, soldiers," through grinding teeth, Gonevv decreed. The previously cringing men exchanged faltering glances as they turned to lift the heavy bar barricading the entrance. Raye feigned a sweet smile, and even curtsied. She knew Gonevv well, the captain wore a frightening mask, but a mask was all it was. Their threats were never more than exaggerated banter.
"Raye, I may respect your position, but you must remember a woman's place in society."
"Nonsense, Gonevv, you know me better than that. I have never been one to follow conventions."
Sighing helplessly, he lifted his hands in utter surrender and allowed a small smile.
"Enter at your own discretion, but I claim no responsibility if you are thrown out headless." She snorted unladylike and rolled her lovely, violet eyes at the assured warning.
"I am hardly afraid of a grumpy, overgrown child, Captain," carelessly commented Raye as she began to push open the doors, grinning as the captain erupted into hearty laughter.
To generalize it, her relationship with the prince was horribly strained. Delana once jested that it was due to overwhelming sexual tension, and Raye chased her with her broomstick for that unwanted remark. There was definite friction between them, but it was because he claimed she was far too outspoken and proud for a woman, and she claimed he was a supercilious, macho fool. The fact that he was a staggeringly Adonis had nothing to do with mutual hostility. She had never been one to fall easily for a pretty face.
Ignoring her pounding heart and trembling hands, Raye flung open the colossal, French doors that led into the hall.
Thirty heads, each accompanied with a pair of scrutinizing, critical eyes, swiveled around to inspect the interruption. Jaedite had been in deep conversation with an aging official when his sapphire orbs clashed with Raye's. As his gaze slowly slid down to her heaving chest and balled fists, she felt that familiar surge of heat in her belly. Damn the man, even when the world was at risk, he could distract her!
"High Priestess, to what to do I owe this privileged appearance?" he inquired in a dangerously calm tone as he strode towards her; his sensual lips were drawn into a tight line.
"I received an important vision last night," she declared.
The annoyed flame in his eyes transformed into a ferocious inferno in response to her statement. He politely excused himself from the perplexed congregation, gripped her elbow, and nearly dragged her outside. Upon spotting the snooping palace guards, he barked an order for them to disperse, which they rapidly followed.
"You barge into a very important meeting which could ensure the kingdom's survival, give little consideration to customs and manners, and you justify this because of a silly dream? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't wring your neck!" Jaedite shouted, advancing with a fairly menacing look on his handsome face. She backed up, caught herself in the act, and straightened herself to her comically non-domineering height.
"It was a vision, not a dream, you half wit!" She immediately regretted the slight slip of her tongue. Belittling the prince was not the wisest thing to do at the moment. His breath wafted over her lips as he shoved his face just about an inch from hers. One massive hand circled her swan like neck, sending his message clearly home. It was either his extremely close proximity or anger that caused her heart to race, she wasn't particular certain. One thing was for sure, Jaedite was absolutely livid.
"You are truly begging for your death, you realize that? No woman has any right to intrude into the kingdom's affairs, yet for some odd, unknown reason, you believe you do."
"So it is because I am a woman, is it?!" she spat.
"It is more because of your foolhardy tendency to neglect others!"
"Perhaps if you stopped listening to yourself talk, which I realize is very entertaining to you, and listened to me instead, you would understand my actions!"
Her spirited comment somehow pacified him; Jaedite leaned back with a less terrifying look.
"Something tells me this should be interesting. Go ahead, you have my full attention." Raye glared at him, and childishly kicked at his shins.
"I can't think very well when I have a hand at my throat," she reminded him.
"I think I will keep my hand there, for if your reason is ridiculous, as they are always are, then I shall surely strangle you." Lucky her, his mood lightened to morbid humor.
"Jaedite!"
"Fine, woman, but remember my promise," he murmured at his callused hand slowly released its gentle hold, the tips of his fingers stroking the sensitive spots of her slender neck. Eying him distrustfully, she coolly stepped back and smoothed a disobedient lock.
"Your threat, you mean?"
"When it comes to you, High Priestess, there is little difference."
"I appreciate your wit. Anyway, I received an obvious vision that marked the coming of the Eminent War and Silver Epoch. This means that the Silver One is soon to make her appearance."
"Now? So soon?"
"I don't see why not, the kingdom has been plagued with skirmishes and rebellions."
"Such scuffles are nothing significant to warrant her coming."
"As I have told you, I do not like the peace offerings of Queen Metallica. When I met that woman, I received peculiar vibes."
"Yes, but could your vibes be.trusted?"
"They have always been accurate before, why should this instance make any difference?"
"It shouldn't, but I suppose I am too shocked to accept this," Jaedite ran a hand over his tired face, and at once, he looked beyond his twenty five years.
"I sure you will handle it perfectly fine," she lamely supplied, furiously smothering that sneaking sliver of sympathy with analytical, business like thoughts. "The officials of this kingdom need to immediately meet."
"Yes, Darien must know of this right away."
"Yes, he must," tentatively responded Raye, her heart fluttering at the mention of his name. Long ago, she and the enigmatic general had been in love, but the relationship ended quickly. Although she argued he had always been too elusive and unemotional for any serious commitment, her unrequited love endured and strengthened.
The monarch watched as her eyes grew unfocused, and he immediately knew where her thoughts lay. He scowled once again and snapped, "I suppose your reason was sane enough, though I still want to strangle you for your rashness."
"I am hardly rash, all my actions have a damn good reason behind it. Since I realize that you think I'm another dramatic damsel, I'll leave you to your masculine diversions," haughtily retorted the priestess. Jaedite gazed penetratingly at her before returning to the conference, leaving her alone in the marble corridors.
To be continued. Dreamwriter_1234@yahoo.com
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Chapter One
With an impatient sigh, she fluffed her pillow and flopped lazily onto her stomach. She couldn't sleep.thoughts of the previous nights were keeping her mind alert. Was it a simple coincidence that she was having the exact dream recurring, with each night adding a new chapter to the visions? Or was Serenity sending her some mysterious message that She meant for her to immediately interpret? Or she was simply reading too deeply into a dream that always ended before anything could possibly make sense? Or.
All thoughts slowly drifted into oblivion as Raye was slowly lulled to sleep.
The sorrowful face of grimy, undernourished child gazed steadily at her with hypnotizing, pleading eyes. The two saucers appeared to dominate his small, pale face, or was it an illusion caused by the agony so clearly apparent in his expression? Whatever the reason, Raye fervently wished that he would stop staring, it was disconcerting. Although she was unnerved by his creepy muteness, her heart did reach out to the young soul. Not once did he attempt to shatter the uneasy silence. Then, as before, a powerfully built man suddenly emerged, his face was always left hidden behind the soft folds of his hooded cloak, and towered impressively over the child. Raye fought an ominous chill as an icy gale swirled around her. The youth eagerly clung to the stranger's muscular thighs, an adoring smile illuminating the once tormented face. With a sly smile, the man revealed the most fantastic gifts, ranging from woven baskets of glittering gold and jewels to beautiful satin garments. With a hungry expression, the child beheld and praised each item, tightly hugging the smooth material and sifting through the treasures. Seeing that he was distracted, the older man produced a matching pair of diamond embedded bracelets and fervently coaxed the youngster into wearing them.
Just as the child reached for the attractive present, a sweet scented breeze caressed Raye's face. Warmth and a bright light surrounded her, banishing the frigidness that hung heavily in the air. The child paused, turned towards the source of heat, and ogled. Raye followed his intent look and smothered a shocked gasp. An ethereal lady covered in a flowing white gown advanced towards the watchful pair, a determined expression hardening her supremely beautiful face. As she gracefully glided by Raye, she briefly glanced and nodded at the bewildered priestess.
"Shoki, leave my precious one be," the gorgeous intruder ordered in a lilting, yet commanding voice. With passion and conviction, she glared threateningly at the cloaked figure. Throwing back his magnificent head, the mysterious man laughed condescendingly and defiantly gathered the child into his arms.
"See how tightly he clings to me and my rewards? Your child needs me, Serenity."
"As I stated before, Shoki, leave my precious one be. He was never yours to delude and manipulate."
An intimidating staring contest ensued, and after what seemed an eternity of overwrought silence, he roughly placed the wiggling youth on his bare feet. Carelessly shoving him aside, Shoki sauntered towards the unbending woman, a fierce sneer on his face.
"One insignificant battle matters little in an entire war."
"In this war, each battle matters. Now be gone, and should you dare to ever touch a single hair of my beloved again, beware of the consequences," warned the exquisite creature, lovingly stroking the child's colorless cheek. He smiled innocently up at his savior, responding to her caring touch.
"I shall keep that in mind, Serenity," the man bowed mockingly, his taunting laughter continuing to echo as he slowly dematerialized.
"Do not worry of Shoki, precious, he shall no longer attempt to sway your mind and heart. He would not defy me.," she trailed. Her boiling rage dissipating as she gazed tenderly at the awkward youth.
"I thought he loved me.," he objected in a hesitant, adorable voice.
"Worldly blessings do not equate love, sweet one. He appeared to, but there is no love in his heart, only selfish intentions, my lamb. Do not worry yourselves of his banishment, for I am here to provide comfort.
I dearly promise this to you, I will never desert nor lie to you. For too long I did not interfere with Shoki's manipulation, but I could not stand such treatment towards my precious one for any longer." Her snow white garbs pooled around her slender limbs as she kneeled before him and solemnly met the trusting gaze.
"What shall I do if he returns again, to trick and lure me?" the precocious child piped up.
"Have faith; should Shoki challenge my instructions, I shall come again, in some shape or form, to protect you."
"Do you promise this?"
"With my heart, I do. Oh, beloved, my love for you will never fade," compassionately remarked the splendid woman, smiling kindly at the upturned face.
Raye instantly sprang up on her soft mattress, startling her meandering crows and bustling maidservants.
Her heart beating wildly, she frantically stared out the window. The sun was peeking past the dusky horizon, announcing the birth of a new day. Heaving off the linen covers, she shakily paced the fine Oriental carpets. Never had the recurring dream gone that far and into such heart wrenching detail! Was that mysterious woman sending her a message through her loving words? Was it a prophecy that the Silver Epoch was to begin? Her strange actions roused concern among her assistants; they peered at her with furrowed eyebrows and puzzled expressions.
"High Priestess?" one carefully questioned.
"Huh?"
"Are you faring well? You appear.ill."
"My health concerns me little, Delana, when the fate of generations is at stake. Go, prepare the horses!"
"We are not traveling in the carriage, my lady?"
"That would take far too long. Now go!" confidently directed Raye as she slipped into her ceremonial robes and wound her cascading black tresses into the trademark French twist. With wide, quizzical eyes, her servant scampered to follow the orders.
"Have you gone daft, woman?" Captain Gonevv bellowed. Her cheeks flushing with anger and excitement, her eyes flashing warningly, Raye shifted her piercing glare from the cowering palace sentries guarding the doors to the Great Hall to the looming military official.
"Captain, tell these bullheaded oafs to step aside! I must see Prince Jaedite at once!"
"The prince gave specific orders not to allow anyone into the Great Hall. He is holding an important conference with foreign administrators at this moment."
"That is just dandy, Captain, but my matters are far more important that exports and alliances!"
"I suppose it has to do with the apocalypse, eh?" he sarcastically volunteered.
"For your information, you ignorant fool, it does! Now let me through or I will release the most blood curdling, shrillest scream, and after I have the complete attention of the prince, I will request that he appoint a new captain of his palace guards!" thundered the petite figure, boldly poking the chest of the massive officer and returning the captain's deadly scowl.
"Unlatch the doors, soldiers," through grinding teeth, Gonevv decreed. The previously cringing men exchanged faltering glances as they turned to lift the heavy bar barricading the entrance. Raye feigned a sweet smile, and even curtsied. She knew Gonevv well, the captain wore a frightening mask, but a mask was all it was. Their threats were never more than exaggerated banter.
"Raye, I may respect your position, but you must remember a woman's place in society."
"Nonsense, Gonevv, you know me better than that. I have never been one to follow conventions."
Sighing helplessly, he lifted his hands in utter surrender and allowed a small smile.
"Enter at your own discretion, but I claim no responsibility if you are thrown out headless." She snorted unladylike and rolled her lovely, violet eyes at the assured warning.
"I am hardly afraid of a grumpy, overgrown child, Captain," carelessly commented Raye as she began to push open the doors, grinning as the captain erupted into hearty laughter.
To generalize it, her relationship with the prince was horribly strained. Delana once jested that it was due to overwhelming sexual tension, and Raye chased her with her broomstick for that unwanted remark. There was definite friction between them, but it was because he claimed she was far too outspoken and proud for a woman, and she claimed he was a supercilious, macho fool. The fact that he was a staggeringly Adonis had nothing to do with mutual hostility. She had never been one to fall easily for a pretty face.
Ignoring her pounding heart and trembling hands, Raye flung open the colossal, French doors that led into the hall.
Thirty heads, each accompanied with a pair of scrutinizing, critical eyes, swiveled around to inspect the interruption. Jaedite had been in deep conversation with an aging official when his sapphire orbs clashed with Raye's. As his gaze slowly slid down to her heaving chest and balled fists, she felt that familiar surge of heat in her belly. Damn the man, even when the world was at risk, he could distract her!
"High Priestess, to what to do I owe this privileged appearance?" he inquired in a dangerously calm tone as he strode towards her; his sensual lips were drawn into a tight line.
"I received an important vision last night," she declared.
The annoyed flame in his eyes transformed into a ferocious inferno in response to her statement. He politely excused himself from the perplexed congregation, gripped her elbow, and nearly dragged her outside. Upon spotting the snooping palace guards, he barked an order for them to disperse, which they rapidly followed.
"You barge into a very important meeting which could ensure the kingdom's survival, give little consideration to customs and manners, and you justify this because of a silly dream? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't wring your neck!" Jaedite shouted, advancing with a fairly menacing look on his handsome face. She backed up, caught herself in the act, and straightened herself to her comically non-domineering height.
"It was a vision, not a dream, you half wit!" She immediately regretted the slight slip of her tongue. Belittling the prince was not the wisest thing to do at the moment. His breath wafted over her lips as he shoved his face just about an inch from hers. One massive hand circled her swan like neck, sending his message clearly home. It was either his extremely close proximity or anger that caused her heart to race, she wasn't particular certain. One thing was for sure, Jaedite was absolutely livid.
"You are truly begging for your death, you realize that? No woman has any right to intrude into the kingdom's affairs, yet for some odd, unknown reason, you believe you do."
"So it is because I am a woman, is it?!" she spat.
"It is more because of your foolhardy tendency to neglect others!"
"Perhaps if you stopped listening to yourself talk, which I realize is very entertaining to you, and listened to me instead, you would understand my actions!"
Her spirited comment somehow pacified him; Jaedite leaned back with a less terrifying look.
"Something tells me this should be interesting. Go ahead, you have my full attention." Raye glared at him, and childishly kicked at his shins.
"I can't think very well when I have a hand at my throat," she reminded him.
"I think I will keep my hand there, for if your reason is ridiculous, as they are always are, then I shall surely strangle you." Lucky her, his mood lightened to morbid humor.
"Jaedite!"
"Fine, woman, but remember my promise," he murmured at his callused hand slowly released its gentle hold, the tips of his fingers stroking the sensitive spots of her slender neck. Eying him distrustfully, she coolly stepped back and smoothed a disobedient lock.
"Your threat, you mean?"
"When it comes to you, High Priestess, there is little difference."
"I appreciate your wit. Anyway, I received an obvious vision that marked the coming of the Eminent War and Silver Epoch. This means that the Silver One is soon to make her appearance."
"Now? So soon?"
"I don't see why not, the kingdom has been plagued with skirmishes and rebellions."
"Such scuffles are nothing significant to warrant her coming."
"As I have told you, I do not like the peace offerings of Queen Metallica. When I met that woman, I received peculiar vibes."
"Yes, but could your vibes be.trusted?"
"They have always been accurate before, why should this instance make any difference?"
"It shouldn't, but I suppose I am too shocked to accept this," Jaedite ran a hand over his tired face, and at once, he looked beyond his twenty five years.
"I sure you will handle it perfectly fine," she lamely supplied, furiously smothering that sneaking sliver of sympathy with analytical, business like thoughts. "The officials of this kingdom need to immediately meet."
"Yes, Darien must know of this right away."
"Yes, he must," tentatively responded Raye, her heart fluttering at the mention of his name. Long ago, she and the enigmatic general had been in love, but the relationship ended quickly. Although she argued he had always been too elusive and unemotional for any serious commitment, her unrequited love endured and strengthened.
The monarch watched as her eyes grew unfocused, and he immediately knew where her thoughts lay. He scowled once again and snapped, "I suppose your reason was sane enough, though I still want to strangle you for your rashness."
"I am hardly rash, all my actions have a damn good reason behind it. Since I realize that you think I'm another dramatic damsel, I'll leave you to your masculine diversions," haughtily retorted the priestess. Jaedite gazed penetratingly at her before returning to the conference, leaving her alone in the marble corridors.
To be continued. Dreamwriter_1234@yahoo.com