Author's note: Hi! I'm back after... months? Anyway, I've deleted my Magicians story, because I had problems with the storyline. It didn't work out and I lost inspiration. I thought working on another story would be better for a while. But... I'm still in planning's phase there. I want to thank all those, who supported me: A Small Voice, Dawnstar95, rosamea, Delyra Broken, bluepine12, donalladd15, John Thatcher, UlrichxYumi16, HeiMao.3, xSoulz, Muffinmilk317, aggiegirl12, Neonflowerr and the guest! If I forgot anyone, my apologies. So... this is going to be a series of one chaptered stories. I hope you'll like it. The first few chapters are parts of my Magicians story, of which I thought they should 'stay'. One more thing for this story: I didn't intend to hurt anyone's feelings. It's characters' feelings only! (Here they live on Lyoko). Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Code Lyoko! Only my imagination:)!

Her Jeremie, his Aelita

In the mountain sector, Jeremy stood on a hill from where he had an astonishing view. The sky, blue. The clouds, patterning a crown. This reminded him of the girl in the silk dress and the boy as a peasant. No royalty, no luxury, but plain and simple love. The story was ordinary. The tips of the crown represented their journey through life. Mystery, enchantment and downfall.

The story goes that once a young man named Jeremie left his home in search of help for his family, who had recently experienced a bad harvest. A horrible storm came and went, ruining their land. He and his family had no food supplies and there was little water left. They were in need of serious help, now.

On the road he saw a girl in a silk dress. It had looked like she had a more prosperous future, for she appeared to be satisfied with life. How could he have known? She was twirling and turning, she was laughing. She was singing with the most beautiful voice Jeremie had ever heard. The girl suddenly fell on the ground and it alarmed Jeremie. He was on his way to the king and queen, but he could stop to aid the girl, couldn't he? The truth is that if he had not stopped to help the girl, he would have reached his destination and he would have received the help for his family. But maybe it was his destiny never to arrive there in the first place.

Jeremie ran towards the girl and asked what had happened. The girl responded, "I twisted my ankle. Could you please help me?" Her look was desperate. From what she explained, the girl would be punished severely, if she didn't return home within an hour. Jeremie couldn't ignore her pleading eyes. He had to help her. Jeremie supported the girl and she limped all the way to her home.

Once there, her father had opened the door. He was furious. She had accepted the help of a stranger and on top of that she was late. However, his anger could not be greater than his gratefulness. Jeremie had only intended to help his daughter and she wouldn't have gotten back soon without help. He invited the boy inside and Jeremie smiled and entered. They talked for about an hour. What was going on in their lives? How big ones families were? What work they did to receive enough earnings to come round? Upon hearing that he was on his way to request food supplies for his family, the father of the girl as well as the girl, who was named Aelita, looked up in surprise. Apparently, Jeremie hadn't heard the latest news yet.

The father had told him that a riot had recently occurred at the king's castle. People from the opposition had gathered together to revolt against the king's regulations. A majority of the population was very content with the laws. The remaining part of the population was against it. They were convinced that the king needed to act in terms of the orthodox constitution. Strict regulations were required to control your people. They proved it by conspiring in a revolt. The king was imprisoned and those other people had taken over their monarchy, just as others had come there to request help, like Jeremie would have done.

Jeremie became sad after finding out he wouldn't be able to take care of his family. The father couldn't bear seeing that. After all, he had been through difficult times himself. He felt like he owed the boy a solution. So he offered him to stay and work for him until he had earned enough to survive for at least three months. By then the fields had to be ready to grow crops again. Aelita had been watching the conversation silently, with a worried look on her face. Jeremie smiled at her, and she shyly looked down. Unfortunately, he would have to live here and his family would have to agree. Jeremie had thanked the generous man and decided to inform his family about it before accepting. He would return after one week.

But when he came back earlier than expected, the father knew something was wrong. Jeremie was very weak, because he had hardly eaten anything. He told them about the fact that their farm had been burned down as well as the house next to it, where they lived in. He had heard from a few people in the neighbourhood that the family was trapped inside the house and that they didn't survive. Jeremie had searched for them anyway, but he failed to find them. Since he knew no one else who was willing to give him a hand, he returned earlier.

The father shared his condolences with the boy and asked him if he would like to live with his family. Jeremie wanted to refuse, because he couldn't ask for so much. The father knew he would, so he changed his previous suggestion. Jeremie could come and live with them, while he worked for him. Even if he saw through his plan, Jeremie decided to agree. There was no one else who would provide him with a place to stay anyway. And he had already come all this way, silently hoping they would help him.

Slowly and steadily he began to get used to living with Aelita's family. He enjoyed working with the father. Everything had become easier, after the orthodox people gave up on their fight for 'freedom'. And since a long time he could sleep peacefully. He grew closer to the family members that lived in the house, especially to Aelita. Jeremie could only see the good things in her. Whenever she was in a bad mood, she would quickly smile again. It was as if she didn't care about all happenings around her. There were many traits he liked about her, besides her joviality. In fact, he was beginning to think that he had fallen in love with her. What he didn't know was, that Aelita had felt exactly the same.

One day, someone knocked on the door. A messenger had come for Jeremie. His parents had left him a letter, which miraculously survived in the fire. It stated that he was adopted, after being abandoned by the king himself. Yes, the letter made clear that the boy, who had lived with them all these months, was a prince. At first, all was thought to be a joke. But when they saw the king standing in front of their house, they became serious again. They bowed for the king, who then told them he had come here to inform the family - in particular Jeremie - about the truth.

Jeremie was not his son, but the son of a normal man and woman who live with the orthodox folk. During all the suspense, he felt his own suspense in his heart, when Aelita's hand squeezed his. The king continued. They abandoned him and he somehow ended up on the king's doorstep. The king honestly told them that he could not take care of a fifth child. Without the queen there, the noble king had taken the responsibility of the upbringing of his children, instead of having maids and servants do it for him. Of course they helped him every once in a while, but he loved his children too much to let strangers take care of them. He had taken Jeremie to a woman, who had been 'cursed' with infertility. That woman had gratefully accepted to take in the child. That was the truth.

Jeremie stood there open-mouthed. How to react? What to think? To his surprise, Aelita answered for him, letting go of his hand. She thanked the king for sharing the truth with them, but that it would change nothing about his present living with her family. The king, expecting a reaction like hers, kindly nodded, greeted the father and left for his castle. However, before that, he handed Jeremie the letter of his parents and the golden coin that had already been there the day he was found. After that all of them bowed again, with the king's invitation to the castle in their minds, and the king went away.

After the visit to the castle, a week later, the father told Jeremie to share his feelings with his daughter, before it was too late. He had not understood what the last meant, but he did know he had to tell Aelita how wonderful he thought she was. That day, it would happen. Aelita had called him 'her Jeremie' for the first time.

Months later, they were standing in the fields. Aelita was dancing in the same silk dress as the one she wore when they met. Happily being carried by the wind, tenderly held by her Jeremie. Graceful, angel-like. Jeremie loved her odd combinations, her fantasy, her dance, her smile. She was his Aelita. While dancing, Jeremie took a ring out of his pocket, sang her favourite song, and proposed. When she turned out of his arms and her hand was held by him, he put a simple pink and silver ring around her finger. They stood still and kissed. They would be together forever and no one would break them apart.

His hope was crushed when she was taken from him due to her sickness. The father had kept that secret from him, because he thought it would break his heart, if he knew what would happen. But it had broken his heart now as well. He had promised to keep her happy. How would he do that, if she was no longer here? He didn't blame the father. He had prevented him from instantly becoming sad for the rest of his life.

She had become an angel, this time in heaven. A sting in his heart, a tear in faith, the truth. He had to live with it. People had shown compassion, then ignorance, eventually few were left that cared, namely his family. He would be told to cope with it by the others. He would have to convince himself that she watched over him, that he shouldn't let her down.

A girl, his Aelita, would be there in his heart. She would always be close. And the future would soon bring her dance partner, her Jeremie, to her. At last, their dance would continue eternally to be completed by love.

"A three hundred-year-old story. She was his Aelita and he was her Jeremie."Jeremy sighed. He wondered why his parents had told him that story. He had loved the story ever since he had heard it. And still, he was astounded by its ending. "My favourite story." He whispered. Suddenly, he saw a girl standing next to him. "Hi."Jeremy said as he looked at a pink-haired girl. "You're the first not to ask me a question, even when I'm a stranger standing next to you."She replied. "What's wrong with questions?"Jeremy asked on purpose. "Ha, very funny. I'm Aelita."She said, holding out her hand. His eyes seemed to sparkle for a second, when he heard her name. He shook her hand and answered with "I'm Jeremy."