PART ONE

1 The Dream

His dreams were always the same.

It was as if his bed time was a movie.

A movie he had seen for more than a thousand times.

A movie Janus, was forced to watch.

There in front of him was the knight, a menacing figure encased in jet black armor. The armor was lined with gold, beautiful curved vine like patterns snaked across the surface. Janus knew it so well he had sketches of it, drawn by himself in his room. It was an armor he had seen more times than he could ever possibly count them.

"My lord, our men are still down there! Their ship had just launched..."

"My orders. Were clear, mortal." Janus knew this voice well. It was the metallic and inhuman voice he had heard more than a thousand times. It was around him. Above him. The voice came from inside him.

"Proceed."

Dust filled his lungs making him cough again and again. Pushing himself up from the ground, Janus looked up. Daylight nearly blinded him. There, high above he saw the silhouette of a man, a dark and vile shadow against the pure glory of the helios. "NOOO!" Shocked, Janus whipped his head around trying to find the source of such a scream. Then, to his horror, he realized it came from him. A shape moved above him, slowly eclipsing the sun. The room around him grew dimmer and dimmer. "NOOOOO!" His voice broke. "Don't leave me here!" Fingers clawed at the hard stone floor. He bit his lips, bitterness filled his mouth.

Anguish was all he knew.

"Janus? Janus!"

He awoke with a start and sat up straight in his bed...Ouch! He had headbutted Genesis right on her forehead. For a moment they massaged their bruised foreheads, dazed.

"Damn...Sorry Gene...I was..."

"I know. I heard you...um, say things in your sleep. Are you alright?"

"Of course I am." He replied, rather accusingly. Then he felt wetness on his cheeks. Suddenly Janus just wanted to pull her close and cry on her shoulder. Gene wouldn't mind...but how could he. Given the fact that he was 2 years older. He was 16, almost a grown up! Now another part of him wanted to punch the girl. He felt angry. Why did she get up to check on him in the first place! If she hadn't done so he wouldn't have been so abashed!

"I'm fine. Thanks for looking out for me." How could he ever get mad at Gene?

Janus watched her return to the bed next to his. All became quiet once more. Then a third part of him wanted to curl up inside the blankets and cry.

So he curled up in his blankets and silently wept.