A/N: This is a semi fanfiction. The main characters are all mine including some places. Hope you all could give this story a chance and read it. Critic if u must and however much you please, Correct me if I'm wrong and however much you please, Compliment…if you have any (hehe). I welcome suggestions and all. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I own not CLAMP works, I own not Symphonia and all the other water bottle inspired kingdoms, I own not Nuriko and her(in this story, she's a her, if that makes sense) gang from Fushigi Yuugi. And I didn't know Aion was an anime character when I wrote this thing so I own him too. Hahahahahahaha. Sorry.

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PROLOGUE

In the kingdom of Symphonia, there was much peace, happiness and prosperity. King Aion loved the people and the people, in turn, loved the King. It was a very peaceful kingdom and it was located at the centre of the world, which made it the most prosperous kingdom of all. Being in the centre of the world, traders and travellers flocked to Symphonia. It was the envy of every power hungry and money minded ruler.

There were four other kingdoms besides Symphonia. They were Evian, Perrier, Spritzer and Remive. The King of Perrier, King Rier was a very greedy man and had a hunger for power. It was even more troubling for King Aion when an assassin was sent to assassinate him and his family. Thankfully, his faithful general was able to injure the assassin before the royal family and the King himself came to harm but they were unable to question the man for he was shot by a poisoned arrow the moment he was seized and close to death. The people of Symphonia had assumed the assassin was sent by Perrier and was an inexperienced one but, the King's troubles were not over. A month later, news had arrived on the shores of Symphonia. The traders from Evian brought word that Perrier was collecting young men to be trained as soldiers. King Rier had declaimed that this was for safety measures only but the Symphonian advisors to the King Aion thought otherwise. It was most likely that King Rier was preparing for battle, for a war against Symphonia. The King Aion was very much worried for this. He had not the heart to do the same as the King of Perrier and call out to all able-bodied men and young boys to be sent for infantry training. The soldiers he had were insufficient to defeat Perrier's. Perrier was the biggest and the strongest kingdom.

Now, King Aion had a daughter by the name of Caerie, Princess Caerie and a son, Prince Caederye. He loved them dearly and did not want them to witness a war. Neither did he want his people to see blood being shed in his kingdom. What about his Queen? She was expecting too. So, he depended on his only hope: the prophecy. It was prophesied that when the kingdom of Symphonia was in danger, the Guardians of Symphonia would appear to help them. There were three Guardians and each possessed different powers and magic. There were also three magical stones. They were prophesied to be the source of the awakening and power for the Guardians, one for each three. When the Oracle prophesied its location, King Aion had a search for the stones. To no avail, it was never found. The Oracle then told the King that the stones call out only to its masters and will not be found by another.

A week after King Aion's decision to depend on the Guardians to appear, the Queen gave birth to a set of twins. A prince and a princess. The girl was named Chrenie and the boy, Chrenae. Princess Caerie was seven and Prince Caederye, six. King Aion was rejoiced to have another son and another daughter.

A few days after the birth of the twins, the King's scouts brought back news that soldiers bearing the Perrier emblem had attacked Myrie, south of Symphonia. Fortunately, the villagers together with the soldiers located at Myrie fought bravely against the Perriern soldiers. Many of the villagers were injured and a few died in the fight. King Aion was astounded. He did not think Rier would really attack them. King Aion was not a fool. HE would have to take safety measures and set up their defence. He would rather give his people infantry training as a defence for themselves and for their motherland than sit and moan about his people being peaceful and not being able to fight. He acted quickly. Women and children were taught how to defend themselves while the men were given infantry training. The old were taught the ways to defend themselves and what not. Meanwhile, King Aion had a best friend, Jwett who was the King of Spritzer.

They had gone to university together in Symphonia Prynsverty in the earlier days when they were just fine young princes. After their graduation, they had kept in touch even after they became King. King Aion set out to Spritzer to ask for help from his best friend. He was welcomed graciously by King Jwett. King Jwett had been very much worried for his friend. News had gotten round that a part of Symphonia had been attacked. "It comes from being King of the centre of the world," said King Jwett jokingly.

King Jwett did not refuse King Aion's request for help. "Take my soldiers, if you wish," he chuckled. "But, you may call me selfish; I cannot send my entire army to Symphonia back with you. My country needs to be protected too."

King Aion agreed. However, it was a few days journey to Symphonia from Spritzer and it worried King Aion that the Spritzern army would not reach Symphonia in time. King Jwett guessed the dilemma." Tell you what, you take young Plont with you and fifty men back with you. Young Plont here is one of our best archers. You can trust him."

Young Plont who was standing at the side of King Jwett flushed at the King's compliment. "You can tell. He won't even leave me when I'm talking to my old friend here," chuckled King Jwett.

Plont flushed a deeper red at the King's statement. "Your Majesty, your safety is my only main concern and it is my duty."

King Aion laughed jovially at this young boy. He was a loyal fellow, but it was not right. "Jwett, as you have said. Plont is young. He's barely seven by the looks of him," said King Aion, looking at the thin boy.

"Your Majesty, I'll be eight next week and I am the best archer here," said Plont.

"Jwett, I can't send a boy who's hardly reached manhood to war!"

King Jwett laughed. "I didn't ask you to take Plont with you to war. I only ask you to take him with you back to Symphonia. Can you not tell? He's a Symphonian,"

King Aion stared at his friend. King Jwett laughed even louder while Plont flushed more and more by the minute. King Jwett then sent Plont away to fetch them some wine. In Plont's absence, King Jwett told his friend what was on his mind. "Aion, you have a family to think of. I have no children but you have two, no, you have four now, don't you? I'm terribly fond of Plont and I think of him as my very own son. But, he is not meant to stay here all his life looking after me and Jenn."

Queen Jenn was King Jwett's wife and Queen of Spritzer. "He may be eight but he needs to broaden his world. I've wanted to send him there but I kept telling myself I couldn't because he was too young and giving myself all sorts of excuses. So I made an oath, should and when you come, I'll send him back with you. He needs to see his homeland or forever be a stranger there."

King Aion looked at King Jwett sadly and said," My dear friend, he can stay with you a little longer. When it's time and you're ready, I'll be more than happy to come here to take him back to Symphonia."

"No, he must go. His destiny and fate lies in the place where he was born."

"Jwett, my land might be about to face war. Surely, you do not want to send him there just yet."

King Jwett looked at his friend gravely. The laughter had gone from his eyes. "No, he must go. Take him. Jenn and I will visit him and he will always be welcomed back here."

There was a moment of silence. Neither spoke. Then, King Jwett broke the silence. "The Oracle had informed me that Rier would not attack so soon. Plont, being the best archer will be able to protect your family. He is a brave lad. But there is nothing we can offer him here. I've consulted our Oracle. Plont will love it more there than here. Please promise me you will take him like your own son. He will not be a burden, I promise you that."

King Aion smiled. "You have always excelled at debating. Of course, I'll treat Plont like my own son. I'm touched that you would put him under my care. He is a fine lad. I thank you for the soldiers as well."

At that moment, Plont arrived with a bottle of wine with two glasses.

"What are friends for? We've been at it for so long too. I know you don't like war, but when it comes to defending your country, you'll have to sacrifice your dislikes, Aion," said King Jwett. "I do not want you sending Plont's corpse back, you hear me, Aion. Please take care of him there. As well as your family and yourself. Those are my only requests for my old friend."

Plont was very much against the King's decision of sending him away but accepted the given duty. Spritzer was unlikely to be attacked. There were other strong warriors anyway. Never did he think he would not be going back to stay. Before leaving Spritzer, King Jwett made some signs to King Aion. No one knew what it meant because they were coded signs created by Jwett and Aion in their schooling days. King Aion nodded. He understood.

King Aion had left Symphonia for Spritzer for almost a week with his most trusted advisor and a few soldiers. Upon arriving back at Symphonia, the King was flooded by his advisors to hear upon the reports. Training was still being held and the Symphonians did not object. They were understanding people. Shelter was being provided in Myrie for the people who lost their homes in the fight but there were not many damages on people. After the defeat at Myrie, Perrier had not attack since their last attempt. King Aion breathed a sigh of relief. He would be more worried if more of his people were injured or more homes were destroyed.

Six and a half years later, Perrier started to attack from Kyrrie, the nearest town to Aien. The objective was obvious. King Rier had decided to attack the King and his family first instead of common villagers and soldiers. Aien was the capital of Symphonia and it was where King Aion and the rest of the Royal Family stayed. The people were already prepared for war and so were the other fifty Spritzern soldiers. They were ready.

Plont was not going to be sent to battle, fourteen he may be, King Aion decided. However, what King Aion had not expected was the massive number of soldiers King Rier had sent to Symphonia. When news came that Perriern ships were fast approaching Symphonia from north, south, east and west, King Aion was shocked and afraid. If he combined the trained men and his soldiers, he would have approximately an army of eight hundred. By the look of it, the scouts said there would be about two thousand and possibly even more. King Aion ordered Young Plont to stay and protect the Queen and his family. Plont looked back at the Royal Family he was ordered to protect. Queen Arrys blinked back tears. Twelve-year-old Prince Caederye was looking very grave. Princess Caerie tugged her mother's gown and asked with her tears shining in her eyes, "Where is Father going?"

Her mother would not answer. She only stared at her husband walking away from them while holding the six-year-old twins' hand in each of hers. Princess Caerie was thirteen and she was frightened by the rushed surroundings around her. The palace and the city had never been so rushed and full of screams. King Aion stopped at the doorway and looked back. He shouted to Princess Caerie," Princess! Don't cry; stay strong. Father will be back."

To Prince Caederye, "Take care of our family while I'm gone, alright? "

Prince Caederye ran towards his father. He would not cry, yet the tears were there in his eyes, blinding him of the image of his father.

"Father, you will come back, right? "

"Of course, my young prince. I promise you, "said the king.

All of a sudden, the Queen and his children rushed at him and gave him a big hug. He looked shocked but hugged them back. In his heart, he was afraid he would not come back. He gave his family a big smile and left.

Those were his last words to his beloved daughter and son. Princess Caerie cried even more. "Father will be back…" she whispered.

Plont went to the princess and pulled her close to him and patted her. She grabbed hold of him and cried and cried. She was very frightened.

"Plo, I'm scared! I feel like Father's not coming back home," she said softly to him.

Prince Caederye heard her. "Father will come back! He promised!" shouted the prince; the tears were flowing down his cheeks. With that, he ran out of the hall. He couldn't stop the tears. They won't stop flowing. He won't let anyone see him cry.

Princess Caerie's tears wetted the front part of Plont's shirt but he didn't push her away. He held her on and kept patting her head. "It's alright, princess. It's alright," he said consolingly.

He gazed out towards the door the King had just left through. Only the King's orders and the safety of the King's family were stopping him from running out to the King to join him in battle. Plont took out a crinkled piece of parchment. It was given to him from King Aion earlier. It contained instructions on ways of communicating with King Jwett to ask Spritzer to send more soldiers to Symphonia. He could hear the battle cries coming from outside the palace in the city. He had better call King Jwett. There wasn't much time. He gently pulled Princess Caerie up to stand and took her hand. Princess Caerie trusted him and he was her friend. He would have to act quickly. Together, they left the Queen and the twins with the protection of the two soldiers there. HE quickly headed to the King's living quarters. He would have to get back to the Queen and the twins quickly. Can't trust those soldiers to fight properly, thought Plont. He'd have to find Prince Caederye too. More battle cries were heard but this time there was a louder cry. "YOUR MAJESTY!"

Plont gasped and turned to look out of the palace. It couldn't be, he thought.