A small boy of the age of 5 ran through the gardens of Fanelia's palace, a big grin plastered on his face. He tripped over a few times, but regained his posture as he ran through the palace doors.

He darted past servants, who screeched and screamed as he knocked over priceless vases and pottery.

He turned one of the corners, and immediately became smart and calm. He stopped at two grand oak doors, and knocked twice.

The door opened, revealing a tall, dark haired man. He was dressed in rich clothing, and had a large sword around his waist.

His face broke into a smile when he saw the young boy.

The boy lifted up his tiny arms, and the man picked him up, spinning the boy round in the air as they both laughed and smiled.

"Goau?" called a voice from inside of the room. "Please don't swirl him in the air like that. He'll be sick, he's only just had his lunch."

Goau just laughed.

"My boy won't throw up, will you son? He has a strong stomach, this lad does."

No sooner than he had said that, the boy threw up all over him.

Goau held him at arm's length, and took him into the room.

A beautiful woman with long, dark hair and a pretty gown was sitting on a stool in front of a mirror and drawers. She looked up when the two people entered the room.

"See?" she said. "Now look what you've gone and done."

She looked sympathetically at the boy who Goau was holding.

"Come here Van," she sighed. "Lets get you cleaned up."

Van smiled mischievously, and ran over to his mother.

She ruffed his midnight black, messy hair, and dragged him into the bathroom.

"I have to go to a council meeting. I'll be back soon," came the voice of Goau.

"No you don't." shouted Varie.

But the door slammed, showing that Goau had obviously done a runner.

Varie smiled and shook her head, while removing her son's long red, sleeveless shirt, which was now covered with sick.

"I don't know..." she muttered.

Van giggled at his mother, his chocolate brown eyes twinkling.

His mother laughed and tweaked his nose, and threw him into the bathtub, which was full of water.

Van rose to the surface, spluttering.

"Now Van," said his mother. "I'm going to go and look for Folken. You get yourself washed up, and then come down to the lounge next to the library. I have something I want to discuss with you."

Van nodded his head and smiled at his mother, who ruffled his hair as she got up, and walked out of the door.
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Van ran along the corridors again, wearing another sleeveless red shirt, and beige shorts. He bombarded into the lounge, where his parents and his brother where waiting for him.

He laughed as he threw himself into his older brother, Folken's, arms, and hugged him fiercely.

Folken had slivery blue hair, and was very tall. He hugged his brother back while laughing, and finally set him down next to him on the couch.

"Now, Van," she said to her son. "Your father and I have been talking a lot lately about marriage."

"Are you getting married?" Van butted in, smiling his head off.

"No sweetie, your father and I ARE married. We've been married for nearly 10 years."

"Oh," said Van. "Then congratulations."

Varie sighed while Goau laughed.

"No Van. You don't understand. You father and I are saying that we think that you should get married in 10 years, to a very pretty princess. We know this little girls parents, so she may come to visit sometimes."

Van looked at his parents.

"But don't I get to choose who I want to marry?"

Varie looked at her son.

"No." she said.

"Why do I have to marry this girl?"

"Because she is a princess of a country, our country and her country will be like friends if you two get married."

"But why can't Folken marry her?"

"Because Folken is almost 10 years older than her."

"Oh." Said Van. "But, is she pretty?"

Varie smiled. "From what I've heard. But you won't see her for a few years from now. You will probably get married to her when your 15. You'll meet her when your 13."

Van's smile brightened, and he looked around him, swinging his little legs.

"Okay. Can I go now?" he asked.

Varie and Goau smiled at him. "Of course."
8 Years Later....
"But muuuuuum!" came the voice of a young, 13 year old girl. "I don't WANT to go. He'll just annoy me like Mamoru does!"

"Hitomi, don't be so whiny. We're going to Fanelia whether you like it or not. And have you finished your Math's work? You tutor will be angry if you haven't."

"Math's is for mathematicians." Mumbled Hitomi.

"What did you say?" asked her mother, who could hear very well.

"Never mind."

The palace of Saline was very chaotic. Maids and servants were running around, organizing transport, clothing and packaging for the Kanzaki's; the royal family of Saline.

Hitomi Kanzaki, was the princess of Saline, and was very pretty. She had the most beautiful emerald green eyes, with rosy cheeks and sandy colored hair that reached the center of her back. She was just the average height for a 13 year old, and she wasn't fat, or too thin.

The royal family was leaving for a trip to Fanelia, to meet Hitomi's future husband. Hitomi's younger brother, Mamoru couldn't stop laughing when they received the news.

Mamoru wasn't that much younger than Hitomi-it was barely a year's difference. He looked very much like his sister-he was tall, and had brown hair. But his eyes were an icy blue, much unlike his sister's emerald green.

After many arguments, mumblings and grumblings, Hitomi and her family boarded the airship.

After a few hours, the family arrived in Fanelia. Even though Hitomi had been scowling all through the journey, she couldn't help but smile and admire the beautiful city. Fanelia had many green forests, and she could see the large palace. In the distance, she could see 4 very small dots, which she guessed was the royal family.

"Wicked!" said Mamoru, standing behind her. "I can't wait to explore those forests!"

Hitomi just mumbled.

She folded her arms over her dark green dress, and scowled a little. But she had to admit, Fanelia was very beautiful.
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So, what do ya think? I've never done a fic when they're all on Gaea, so be nice! PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE R&R!!!

~PrincessCool~