A/N: Hello, everyone. As the title and summary say, this is a series of drabbles and short stories based on Andrew Peterson's Wingfeather Saga. Spoiler warning for those who haven't read all four books. To avoid any confusion, many of these bits are written from the assumption that the Wingfeathers were able to bring Janner back to life. This one is not.

Important note: If you have any prompts you would like to see me write, feel free to leave them in the reviews.

Prompt: Dancing

Dance With Me

It had been the first harvest of the season and the first Anniera had seen in little over nine years. It called for celebration! The bonfires had been lit, musicians had volunteered their talents and merriment commenced as all of Anniera gathered together to thank their Maker for His blessing.

The king of Annierra, Kalmar Wingfeather, watched his people from a table of the year's bounty. Many of the them at the moment were linking arms and participating in a jig as one large circle while others clapped along. He took note of each one. Bailey was a stocky man about a head taller than everyone else and His laughter almost shook the ground. Dora was spinning in circles with her new husband Lam while Olive, the little girl they had adopted, giggled and ran around them.

Armulyn the Bard and Kalmar's sister, Leeli, were going back and forth in a lively duet while the other musicians did their best to keep up. Uncle Artham had left a little while ago with his new bride, Arundelle, for a walk under the stars. Nia, and Sarah giggled over stories at a table. He knew they were about his brother.

His brother. Had it already been almost a whole year since they defeated Gnag- no, that wasn't his name. Not anymore. That man had been responsible for the destruction of Kal's home, the death of his father and grandparents, the abuse of his uncle, for crippling his sister, corrupting and twisting thousands of souls which led to... Janner. In his heart, Kal knew that he couldn't have healed everyone. He had been ready and willing, but a fang could not heal other fangs.

Kal clutched his cup tighter as his thoughts ran away with him. Yet even after all of that, the young king could still not bring himself to hate his kin. He knew the darkness that had enveloped Gna-Davion intimately. The selfish thoughts, the soulless actions. By the end of it, Madia Wingfeather's son had been redeemed. Or at least they had hoped so. So had everyone else who had sung the song twice. It was supposed to be a happy ending.

"King Kalmar?"

Kal looked up into a beautiful pair of eyes. Eyes that used to be wild and inhumanly yellow and haunted his soul. They were still a little wild, but they were human and danced in the firelight with concern.

"Are you alright? You had such a tense look about you."

Running a hand through his hair, Kal sighed. "I'm fine Galya."

"You do know I don't believe you for a second, right?"

Kal shot her a dry look. "Is that how you speak to your king?"

Galya smirked, planting herself down on the edge of the table where he was standing. "Forgive me, sire," she teased, "but the reverence is a little hard to conjure when your face is covered in jelly."

With a grumble, Kalmar wiped his sleeve across his cheek and returned to watching the merrymakers. There was a moment of silence between the two when Galya spoke up again, "Do you dance, my king?"

"What?"

"Do you dance?"

"No."

Galya hopped down from her perch and stepped in front of Kal. "Never?"

"I-"

"Your sisters tell me differently. Leeli says that you used to dance all the time at- what was it- the Dragonsday Festival. Sara agrees."

"Why do you want to know so badly if I can dance?" Kal frowned.

"Because I want to dance with you," she said plainly, "but I can't do that when you are stuck in your own sulkery." She stepped out from in front of his face and inched up beside him, head resting against his shoulder. "It's not your fault."

"I think it is," the young king answered. "I keep thinking if I had only not sung the song in the first place, if I had just listened to him, he would still be here."

"But I wouldn't, and neither would most of your subjects here. We all owe you and your brother a debt of gratitude that can never be repaid."

"We don't know that. If I hadn't become a fang, perhaps I could have been the seed."

"And then I would never have gotten to know you," Galya argued, looking up at Kalmar and grabbing his face. Turning his head to look at hers, she pressed her forehead against his. "Dance with me."

"Galya-"

"Please."

The music died down to something slow and sweet. Leeli had taken the lead on this one and played a song that Kalmar hadn't heard since the passing of his father. It was a call to all who had been lost in the Great War. All the pain and hurt of ten years flowed through the Song Maiden's whistleharp like a conduit to the Maker.

"In death my love, I loved you best," he whispered. With a sniff and blinking the tears away, Kalmar focused on Galya with a small, sad smile. "Okay."

She rubbed her own tears away and returned the smile. Leading her king away from the table, the two held hands and gently swayed back and forth. Galya led with a graceful confidence. Occasionally she would raise their arms and twirl underneath them before coming back to facing Kalmar and swaying again, or moving their arms to the side and taking a step to one side and then the other. It was beautiful in its simplicity and Kalmar could feel his soul become lighter. Distantly he wished Janner could look at him, and Galya, and everything they had achieved because of the Throne Warden's sacrifice, and write down how life had continued and that Janner was the reason Kalmar could once again dance.