Author's note: THIS IS A SEQUEL! This story will probably not make sense unless you read my story 'The Lion, the Lady and the Lake' first!
Prequel title: 'The Lion, the Lady and the Lake'
Story id: 7335388
Foreword
A simple form, a perfect line, nightmares coming true, a satin cloud, electric green, haunted dreams, a ruffle of fog there, sea green here. No matter how the story came it always led to the one person King Rilian feared the most: the Lady of the Green Kirtle. She was the one responsible for the mess. Once again, the delicate internal balance of magic was upset. The Lady of the Green Kirtle was dead but her magic was not. Her death had caused the dreaded Green Mist to run rampant throughout the empire. As king, Rilian need a solution, and fast. He didn't know how to stop it. He couldn't defeat it with an army; he couldn't even hold it in his hands! The Mist fed off of people's worst fears and nightmares. It lived to torment their minds. Rilian knew it had to be stopped. But how to stop it was an entirely different matter. It was one thing to say you would stop it; it was another to actually do it. Rilian ran his fingers through his tousled brown hair. He had always looked more like his father than his mother. He smiled with tears in his eyes at the thought of his mother. Pale white skin, light blond hair, the perfect intriguing smile. His thoughts automatically turned back to the Lady of the Green Kirtle. She had been the one who killed his mother. Her and her spiteful brother, Tristan. Rilian knew her real name but he dared not utter it aloud. But in his mind it haunted him: Falynn.
"I have a new best friend!" he exclaimed. Then as if an afterthought added, "And don't get it in your head that it's you! I don't need you anymore."
Her heart fell. It was like falling into the Grand Canyon. She went numb as his words sank in. She felt betrayed and then angry. This was how he was going to repay her after years of friendship? If this was the kind of friend he was…fine! She didn't need him anyway.
"I know. I don't need you!" she answered indignantly and almost automatically. She stood and swiftly walked away, her golden hair flouncing behind her.
November 2007. It haunted Heather as she lay awake at night. The day she lost him. The day she lost her best friend. She remembered her friend so clearly, though she wished she could forget: Evan. Blue eyes, cocky smile, and brown age eleven she had already been places ordinary children would never see. She had been to London, Edinburgh, Johannesburg, and Lusaka. She lived in Lusaka, Zambia for two and a half years. Since her family had moved home to the United States, she had been feeling out of place. Her doubts began creeping in. Forcing her to feel all alone and lost. Her soft blue eyes betrayed her emotionless face in the pale light of the moon. Her eyes showed fear and uncertainty. She had struggled against that feeling when she first moved back and now four years later, she struggled again as she watched her new best friend totally ignore her...
Author's note: Keep reading! I promise it will get better. This is just some background information you need to know about King Rilian, The Lady of the Green Kirtle/Falynn and Heather.