Suna: The places that I weren't sure of, I bolded and put in this color to make an easy fix. Otherwise I just fixed the wording, etc, so that it made absolute sense. :)

Alright so...I'll just get straight to the point. I like the story, but I can't handle the direction it was going in the old one. I think it should be more detailed and have more story in it than just random altercations and such low character acknowledgment to some situations that it was just sad. So yes...I'm going to rewrite the entire story. It should still be the original story, but at the same time there will be more to it and well lots of different things too. Sorry if this brings about any confusion.

Warnings: The story is YAOI, Shonen ai, get over it.

Notes:

thoughts = ' '

mind speech = italics

(X) is pov change and or time jump.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

That should clear things up.

Chapter 1: The Results of a Moon

A battle was fought long ago between four races; a battle filled with nothing, but pain and bloodshed overflow the legends that surround all of Endines. This war ended with a single victor and the few survivors of the losing races were forced into hiding. Time went on; people turned the long ago battle into legend. Slowly all was forgotten and legend turned into nothing more than a bedtime story.

One thousand years later, a man named Dart was forced into the legend that was slowly regaining life. He brought justice to the old races as well as the victors with the help of seven other warriors. Together they set the Earth free of its bindings to a most gruesome fate. The world purified and peace was brought to all the lands; the eight warriors were able to move on with their lives, have families, return to their homes.

Yet as time flows, memories do fade. Only a handful of people really know the truth of what happened to those eight warriors during that long, long journey. A dark star has now risen. The fate that was destroyed was somehow reborn. Those who understand that meaning now have fear in their hearts. They can now only pray for their world to remain at peace or for heroes to rise again and save them from the horror that awaits. Someone far off laughs at the thought of these heroes, but one person has been heard. And thus, our story begins.

"Please, don't let the bad monsters come back and take my big brother and daddy away from me," a little girl with short pink hair and cat ears prayed. She was kneeling on the balcony, head bowed to the night sky trying her best not to burst into tears. She was the king's youngest, princess Kizuna, and with the news of what tomorrow would bring, all she could do was wish for a new ending. She knew the stories her father had told her too well, knew of the journey he and his friends had gone on. It was too much for the little girl.

The battles her father had been forced to endure, he had told them to her, and they had changed him. However she didn't want her father or brother to change. She loved them the way they were. Worse, her father was nearing his late forties; he couldn't fight anymore. He'd never have the energy to hold his own against some monsters, not anymore.

She'd begun praying every night and day with those thoughts in mind since the news had come to them two weeks before. She didn't want a war to start, didn't want to see her home destroyed or for any of the knights to die; they were her friends!

She finished her prayer and stood up. Glaring at the big blue orb in the sky that had long been known as "The Moon that Never Sets", she screamed at it.

"I HATE You! Stupid moon! Why did you have to come back!...why...?" She felt the warm tears stream down her face and she fell back to her knees on the balcony. "Why do you want to take my daddy and brother away from me?" She wiped a few of the tears away, but more continued to come. She'd already lost a brother, so why did she have to lose more of her relatives? She wondered if her family was maybe cursed and sniffled. It just wasn't fair.

She heard a small click letting her know that someone had entered her room. She wasn't supposed to be awake, as it was way past her bedtime, but she had to be able to pray in peace or they might not get answered. Wiping a few more tears away, she got back up just in time to see her older brother, Ernest, walk out onto the balcony. One look at him and the tears started again. She ran over to him and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. He just didn't look like a warrior to her. There was no way someone with such a small build could possibly fight and win.

It didn't make it any better that he was wearing white robes at the moment, and that his blonde hair was styled more like a girl's than a boy's. It was long and went down to his shoulders, longer in front and becoming about an inch shorter as it went back. His white robes also looked feminine. They were tight and left nothing for guess work, and while this proved he had muscles, she still couldn't see him fighting anyone. He was too nice, too gentle, even his skin was smoother than her own.

He picked her up then, his blue eyes full of concern as he watched her.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his soft voice filled with worry. Kizuna nodded slowly and was glad when he hugged her. She didn't want him to be worried about her, everyone should be worrying about him. He was the one that was going to end up in the war if something wasn't done. Even so, she couldn't keep herself focused on those thoughts, as being in her brother's embrace always made her feel better and she let her worries melt away.

"Why is daddy making you do this?" She asked, sniffling again. Tomorrow, Ernest would be getting the moon sphere put into his body. She was scared that this too might change her brother, and the two of them would no longer be friends. If her brother stopped talking to her, she wouldn't know what she'd do, for she loved her brother. It just wasn't fair! Why did the moon that never sets suddenly have to return along with all its moon items? Hadn't her father destroyed all of them years ago? They had come back anyway though, and now her brother would have to get this moon item put into his body so he could keep it safe, just like all the other royal members before him.

"You know Kizuna, I'm scared too, but if you're there with me, I think I'll be okay," he said smiling at her. Kizuna's eyes lit up at that and she wiped the last of her tears away returning the smile. If her brother needed her, then she would be there. She'd be brave enough for both of them.

"Okay...I'll...I'll be brave. And you promise not to disappear like..." She couldn't get her other brother's name out without starting to cry again. Her brother seemed to know exactly what she was going to say and shook his head, kissing her on her forehead.

"Of course not. I'm not going to vanish without a word to you like Erts," he promised her. She nodded again and Ernest started back into her room. "Now let's get you into bed before dad finds out you're still awake." He shut the doors to the balcony and walked over to her bed, spinning her around once before he plopped her down onto it. She couldn't help, but laugh as they spun; she had always loved that. "Now, go to sleep and I'll see you in the morning." He kissed her on the forehead again and waved to her as he walked to the door. "Be good."

"Okay, good night big brother!" She called out to him as she pulled her blankets up to her chin. She liked to stay warm during the night. Hopefully she wouldn't have any nightmares now that she'd been able to talk to her brother and he'd promised to stay. Ernest never broke his promises to her.

(X)

Ernest closed the door to Kizuna's room quietly and closed his eyes as he leaned against the wall near said door. He was not ready for this in any way. He knew all too well the dangers the moon sphere could cause; everyone did. So why was his father forcing him to take on this responsibility?

'Because for every moon object, there must be a guardian. Kizuna will get the moon dagger when she's of age if your aunt does not produce an heir by that time.' The words repeated through Ernest's mind like acid. Not only was he going to be forced to endure the hell of keeping a moon item safe, but his little sister would too. Kizuna had been right to scream at that cursed moon. Why had that damnable thing come back in the first place? Hadn't his father and friends destroyed it? Had the deaths of all those people been really been in vain?

"My lord...? Are you alright?"

Ernest opened his eyes and spotted his personal guard standing in front of him, looking worried. It was hard to tell Yu's emotions at any given time when you were simply looking at him, as his black hair was cut short, but was often covering his dark gray eyes. However, his body language was readable enough if you knew him well. Ernest had known him for so long that it was easy for him to tell what his guard was thinking, and he wished he could explain everything to the teen he considered his best friend. Yu, however, had completely closed himself to their personal relationship once they'd both become of age, so why bother sharing his emotions now?

'You have no idea how much your teasing hurts me, Yu,' Ernest thought to himself, placing a mental mask over his features. There was no reason to make the knight worry; he no doubt had many other things to take care of, so why force him to put up with Ernest's emotions as well? He could handle this by himself, or at least he hoped he could.

"I'm fine," the prince lied, a relaxed smile on his face. If he said anything else it would no doubt just cause problems, something neither of them needed. "Kizuna was having some problems falling asleep, but I tucked her in." He didn't wait for Yu to give a reply. Instead, he headed to his room so he could be alone. If only Yu hadn't taken his training so seriously. Some of the other knights were able to speak with his father on even terms, why couldn't his best friend do the same? Why couldn't Erts be here so he could at least have someone to talk to that would see him as a person and not just a prince? "It's because Erts is gone," he reminded himself sadly.

It had happened such a long time ago, and yet the memories hadn't faded at all from his mind. Ernest had only been eleven, Erts eight, and Kizuna six at the time. They were returning to Bale from a summer vacation in Fletz where they'd been visiting their grandfather and aunts. On the way back, their carriage had been attacked near Seles. Some group of bandits had come and set fire to the carriage and had even gone so far as to kill some of the horses. In all of the panic and running about Erts had vanished. No one knew if he'd just run away or if the bandits had kidnapped him.

(X)

"Hey Ernest, look at what Grandpa gave me," Erts said, holding up a beautiful sapphire star. "He said it was for being good!"

"Yes, you were both very well behaved," he said smiling down at his younger brother. There had been so much business going on that their supposed family trip had ended up with the three of them spending lots of time with the guards. He had been pleasantly surprised at how well his two younger siblings had behaved. "You're both growing up so fast," he said pleasantly. He ruffled Erts and Kizuna's hair a bit in affection. "What does your star look like?" he asked his younger sister. He had to be fair after all.

"Pink!" She said, holding her small star up above her head and giggling.

"To match your hair, hmm? It's quite pretty." He took the glass star, something his mother's town was famous for making, and examined it. There was no doubt in his mind that one of the top glass craftsmen had made both of the stars that the children had received. He was turning the pink star over and looking for the craftsman's mark when the carriage came to a sudden halt. Both stars went flying as did the three children, all of them colliding onto the carriage floor. The stars shattered instantly. Ernest, not being fast enough to avoid the pieces, ended up landing on top of them. "Are you two alright?" He asked quickly.

"You're hurt, big brother!" Kizuna said, tears forming in her eyes. "You're bleeding!"

"I am fine. Erts, are you alright?" he asked, pushing himself up slowly. He couldn't quite get a good look at his siblings, but they didn't seem to be bleeding.

"Ye-yeah," Erts said, shaking.

A scream from outside the carriage got the children's attention. The two younger ones looked at Ernest, but he was already aware of what had to be done.

"You two stay put," he warned them. He helped the two younger ones get beneath the seats so that they couldn't be seen from the outside and climbed out of the carriage. In front of him stood both of his parents. His mother was crying; his father had his spear out and was standing in front of her, the weapon at a man's throat. One quick look told Ernest they were surrounded and that these people were no doubt bandits.

The guards that were supposed to be watching the two carriages had managed to be scattered, some of them being held in place by bandits and their weapons, others on the ground dead.

"What a pitiful sight you've become, Albert, not so strong now are we?" the man taunted.

"Looky there, it's a young Albert," one of the bandits said. Ernest wasn't sure which one it was, but he felt someone grab his wrists and shove him forward. "What's it going to be, "king"?" The bandit asked arrogantly. He seemed to really believe he had the upper hand. Ernest of course knew better.

"Let him go," King Albert warned the bandit leader. "My son has nothing to do with this."

"Doesn't he though? You killed my father. I think to make us even I should kill your son." He turned from Albert then, his eyes gleaming as he looked down at Ernest. He seemed hungry for his flesh, but the young prince wasn't about to let his life end here, not when he had two younger siblings to help look after. When the bandit leader made his move towards Ernest, King Albert suddenly started glowing, his form taking on that of the dragon warrior known as the dragoon. Ernest of course did not miss a beat and instead of trying to run towards his father, stepped back hard onto the foot of the bandit that was holding him. The man let out a screech and he turned around to face the man, ramming the bandit in the stomach with his head. When the bandit went down, his breath knocked out of him, Ernest finally turned heel and ran over to his mother. If he could keep her safe, then his father would be able to fight.

"Don't you ever-!" His mother started, but she went silent as the battle around them ensued. The guards had regained themselves once Albert had transformed and they were killing the bandits one by one.

"If I hadn't we would have been here for hours," Ernest said quietly. He wasn't too happy about having to see these men die, but they had brought it on themselves. How he wished Yu was here at the moment, his personal body guard and closest friend. He would know what to do and how to keep everyone safe. If Yu had been there along with his father, then none of these bandits would have even gotten a mile within the carriages.

The bandit leader did not seem happy with the turn of events. After only a few minutes it was just him and a handful of his gang left standing, none of whom looked too eager to keep fighting.

"That ain't the only kid Albert's got," the bandit leader said motioning to the carriage Ernest had come out of. "How much you wanna bet the other two are in there?"

"Stay away from them!" Albert warned, but the other bandits had already opened the door and were dragging Erts out by the arm. "ERTS!"

"Let me go!" Erts screamed trying to pull away, but the bandit of course was much stronger than the young boy. Ernest was about to run at the bandit leader himself, but a blinding light suddenly filled the entire clearing. Leaves and rose petals came from all directions and turned into a giant whirlwind. Ernest couldn't help but scream as branches came out, scratching at his arms and face and causing worse damage than those glass star pieces ever could have. The light died down, and when Ernest could see again, the storm had subsided. The carriages had been completely destroyed, and most of the bandits that had been left were dead. Unfortunately, there were some, including the bandit leader, who were not among the dead. Kizuna was clinging to their mother tightly, but Erts was nowhere in sight.

(X)

There had never been any kind of ransom and Erts body had never found, so the assumption was that the young prince was dead. Ernest was seventeen now, so the chances of actually ever seeing Erts again were low, but he hoped against all common sense that his little brother was somewhere safe. He shook his head, pushing the memories as far back into his mind as he could. They still remained, but for now he needed to focus on other things, like the moon sphere.

He opened the door to his room and walked in, slamming it shut behind himself. This was all too much for him to handle, yet what choice did he have? He had a responsibility to fulfill, even if he couldn't stand the idea of it. He would pray, beg even, but why bother? He knew the god of their planet was a hateful creature and would not bother to listen to him. Gods for their world were nothing more than monsters having a good time playing with human lives.

Sighing, he sat down on his bed and tried to piece everything together. The moon sphere was not supposed to cause any kind of alternations to its host, but what if something went wrong when he received it? What if his body decided to reject the object and turn him into some kind of monster? They had no idea, after all, how this newly formed object would react; it might not even be for humans anymore.

'Not that anyone seems to worry about that,' he thought closing his eyes. He'd mentioned his worries to Minister Noish, who was in charge of all the legends and mythology that made up their kingdom, and the man thought the idea foolish. That had made Ernest calm down slightly, but not enough to actually allow him a decent night of sleep. If only he wasn't royalty. If he hadn't been the oldest he could just run away from the castle and never return, avoid having to deal with the moon sphere all together, but for Kizuna's sake he'd stay. It wouldn't be fair if the girl had to guard two moon objects...perhaps he could, though? It wouldn't be too far-fetched, would it? He'd have to ask in the morning though, for now he was starting to feel tired and he wasn't about to ignore a chance at some sleep.

(X)

"Are you sure this is such a great idea?" Dart asked. He was leaning against the wall near King Albert's chair, his arms folded across his red armored chest, his blue eyes full of concern. He wasn't sure what was going through his friend's mind, but it wasn't a sane thought, that was for sure. They had endured hell because of these moon objects just twenty years ago, why risk putting their children through it? "I don't think Ernest can handle something like this."

"That's complete nonsense. Ernest is mature enough, he's older than I was when I received the moon sp-"

"But this is a new one that suddenly came back after it was destroyed, and that we know nothing about," Dart pointed out. There was no telling if these moon objects were safe or if they were even the real deal for that matter. What if they were poisoned, and the second they went inside of someone, the person would die? "You could end up killing him, is that what you want?"

"Of course not!" Albert screamed. He got up from the chair, throwing his arms into the air. "What would you have me do, Dart? The royal families of each country are the guardians of these objects-"

"Exactly. Someone with a grudge against the royal families may have re-crafted these items as a plot to do them in. You know we all have a lot of enemies."

"I know..." The king closed his eyes, his shoulders slumping. "There isn't much we can do, though. These objects must be dealt with."

"I wish you would reconsider," Dart sighed, looking away. He knew there must be some underlying reason that Albert wasn't telling him. He knew the king would never intentionally harm his children, so something must be wrong.

"I wish I had the choice to do so," Albert said locking his gaze with Dart. "If I truly believed there was a choice to just destroy these objects I would, but-" a knock on the door disrupted their conversation. "Enter." Seconds later, Prince Ernest's personal body guard Yu walked into the room. Dart liked the boy, he may be quiet, but he was efficient and Ernest seemed to adore him.

"My king, Prince Ernest is deeply troubled," the boy said, bowing deeply. "As is the princess."

"You see, they can feel it just like we can, something's wrong. Call the ceremony off, let's find out more about these things before we go rushing into anything," Dart said firmly. "We can find another way to deal with the items."

"Dart," the king said turning to him. "You are one of the few people who I can truly call my friend. We have been through so much together, but this is something I must do," he said quietly. "I swear I'll explain myself in due time." He started to say something else, but shook his head and left the room, leaving Dart and Yu alone.

"Please watch over Ernest closely. He's going to be going through a lot with this ceremony and there's actually, no...We do not know how Ernest's body is going to react to this item," he admitted shaking his head his blonde spiky hair covering his eyes. He really wished things weren't moving so fast like this. The moon objects had only been discovered a week before and already they had scheduled the ceremony. "He is going to need a shoulder to lean on, you're his friend, allow him that shoulder." With that said he nodded to Yu and left. This was going to be a long ceremony.

(X)

"Ugh, how long is this going to take?" Zero whined. The brunette with brown eyes was currently standing in line at a booth waiting for his food to get finished cooking. He and his best friend Gareas were at the hero's competition, which wouldn't officially start for another two days, looking at all the vendors that had shown up in Lohan. Lohan was always busy, that was why Zero had wanted to move here from Seles in the first place, but now it was getting too busy for the boy's liking. "I've been standing here for ten minutes!" He screamed.

"Hold your horses boy," the vendor, a tall man in his thirties with long dark hair and eyes warned him. His eyes were narrowed, but Zero didn't care if the man was mad at him, he was beyond mad, he was starving! He'd been working all day doing errands for his boss, he just wanted some dinner.

"Wow, glad I decided on the chicken," a voice from behind him said. Zero turned around to see his friend Gareas standing there. It annoyed him that Gareas was only two years older than him, but was a good foot and a half taller. The guy was what you'd call 'good looking' with high cheek bones, spiky green hair, and dark green eyes. The girls were always following him around everywhere.

"You're not helping!" Zero screamed at his friend. Gareas merely grinned though and bit into his chicken leg, causing Zero to groan. Why had he wanted to buy beef? No, he couldn't have just settled for some chicken like his friend had, he had to get the pricey stuff.

"I'm helping amuse myself," Gareas grinned at Zero. The younger boy glared and slammed his foot down on Gareas' foot, causing him to scream and nearly drop his chicken leg. His reflexes, however, as not only the town's weapon shop keeper, but also one of the hero competition's winners, allowed him to catch it before it hit the ground and follow up with a return hit to Zero's arm. "Don't waste food!" He growled at him.

"Then stop teasing me!" The brunette whined. He didn't like being teased, especially not when he was so hungry.

"Here, take it! Get out and don't come back, either of you!" The vendor screamed shoving Zero's food into the boy's hand. He took it gratefully, paid, stuck his tongue out at the vendor and walked off with his friend. He took a bite of the food and swore he'd never tasted anything so delicious in his life.

"This is awesome Gar, you should get some," Zero said holding his meat up.

"You got us banned," Gareas said rolling his eyes. "Besides, I'm fine with what I got."

"Yeah, is Dabas going to meet us here?" Zero asked between bites.

"No, he said he'd had enough excitement for one day after you came so close to burning his shop down."

"It was an accident," Zero pouted. How was he supposed to know that the new sword they'd gotten could randomly erupt into flames if it sensed danger of any kind? Dabas hadn't told him, so he'd thought it was just a normal old sword and didn't bother with a magic seal. Big mistake, because after Zero had come in screaming an hour later, the sword had felt threatened and started burning, nearly taking the shop down with it. "He should have said it was magical!"

"Most of the stuff you guys deal with is magical," Gareas said sounding amused, which of course made Zero angrier.

"Well if you're so smart, you deal with all our stuff," Zero huffed. "I still get the pay though," Zero added to make sure that Gareas knew the deal. He wasn't going to let Gareas do his job and get the money.

"Yeah, that's a horrible deal," the older teen said shaking his head. "I'm not stupid like you, I can get paid for my services."

"YOU!" Zero started, but Gareas grabbed his hand and rammed his meat into his mouth causing him to start choking.

"Look, this is fun and all, but I'm not really in the mood to fight," he said, looking down at Zero. "I just don't have that kind of energy anymore." Zero looked up at his friend somewhat sadly and nodded. Gareas hadn't been himself since his girlfriend had died three years ago. They'd been so close and engaged to get married later that year, but she'd gotten sick and never recovered. The doctors hadn't been able to do anything for her.

Zero really thought that three years was enough to get over a death, even if it was his girlfriend, but any time he brought it up Gareas got mad and refused to talk to him for days, something Zero couldn't stand. He needed to have some kind of interaction with people, he hated being alone.

"Fine," he said when he'd finally managed to swallow the hunk of meat that had gotten caught in his throat. "Be that way, you always suck all the fun out of everything, y'know that? I need to find someone with some more life in them." They both knew Zero wouldn't go looking for someone else- he'd known Gareas for too long and wasn't about to abandon him now. Nevertheless, he really wished there was some way he could snap his friend out of this.

(X)

Gareas shut the door to his home. He'd just gotten Zero out of it after being forced to deal with the kid for the past two hours at the competition arena. Sure there were a lot of cool vendors there, but what he really wanted was to be alone.

He made his way to his bedroom, kicking his boots off as he went. Before Leena had died, she always used to scold him for leaving his things behind, but with no one to tell him not to, why not? It wasn't like he was going to have any company, especially not in his bedroom.

Sighing, he slammed the door shut once he was in his room and looked at the giant painting of Leena over his bed. This was the only time he got to see her; he couldn't bring himself to visit her grave often and even when he managed to, Dabas had go to with him to keep him stable. It was never a pretty sight.

He closed his eyes and fell onto his bed stretching out. He knew it was pointless to be so obsessed with his dead girlfriend, but he was so in love with her even now that she'd been gone for so long... he just couldn't forget her and the emotions he had for her. Dabas had told him he needed to get rid of her portrait because it was unhealthy, or at least move it out of his bedroom, but to hell with what was healthy, who could possibly take Leena's place? He'd never found a single person who made him feel even remotely the same way as she had.

"It's pointless," he said with a strained laugh. "Leena was my soul mate and she was taken from me. I should have been the one to get sick...she could have lived, found someone better than me."

(X)

A teen with light silver hair stood watching the commotion that was the town of Lohan. Most human cities were annoying enough, but this one that was considered a commercial town and also happened to be holding a hero competition was by far the worse he'd ever been forced to walk in to. One sniff of the air told him that the item he'd been looking for was in this town somewhere, but the exact location he wasn't sure of. There had to be weapon stores in the town, or it could be with one of the vendors. The bad thing was that even as he stood there watching the people walk around, more and more vendors seemed to keep coming. It was going to take him forever to locate the weapon he was looking for, but then again he'd known that ahead of time.

Letting out a long sigh, he walked away out of the alley he'd been standing in and started for the inn. He hadn't wanted to stay there, but it was the best location to be in case the item he was after started moving.

He was just about to turn when someone came in front of him, ramming into him head-on. The boy cursed, as he'd never felt himself so distracted before, but all these humans...

"S-sorry!" The boy who'd ran into him said. "I didn't see you, well I guess since you're dressed completely in black and have a black cloak and hood you're trying not to be seen, but you should really watch it, it's way too busy out here to be in an outfit like that," the boy said matter-of-factly. "I'd put on some bright colors, see." He made it a point to strike a pose so that he could show off his red tunic. "I stand out even though it's dark out and the light is low."

"You'd stand out anyway with how annoying you are," the teen said, glaring at the boy in front of him. He knew humans could be self absorbed, but this was ridiculous.

"I AM NOT ANNOYING!" the boy screamed. "Do you know how long a day I've had to wo-"

"Like I care," the teen seethed, shoving past him.

"HEY!"

"Stay out of my way," he warned the boy. He didn't have time to deal with people, especially not annoying children who were just standing about trying to get on his nerves. He sniffed the air again, trying to see if the scent of his object was closer. The boy who'd smacked into him was still behind him screaming, not that he really cared. He was surprised, however, when he realized he did indeed sense something. He sniffed one more time to make sure he wasn't crazy and stopped in his tracks. Something out of the ordinary, perhaps something else he'd been looking for, was also in this village. The scent was strong, so there was no doubt about it-somewhere within this town was the key he'd been searching for.

"Finally," he said, shaking slightly. It seemed that his goal was so close now that he could taste it. He already had one piece of the puzzle and soon he'd have another after he obtained the weapon he was looking for here. To get the key as well...he'd never even dared to dream they would all be so close at hand. "I might just get some sleep tonight," he said, and began to laugh.

(TBC)

Alright, the first chapter was rewritten to make much more sense. I think I still failed at descriptions, but the story still had a much smoother flow to it than the original one so let's hope that it stays that way now. x.x Now to fix up the other chapters so I can get onto the new ones.