He was the epitome of everything that wrong with the Magic Guild.

He was the epitome of everything she had once believed in.

And he was sitting on the ground, dirt staining his pristine attire as he stared a bush of dying flowers.

Lemina felt a burst of anger swarm through her, though she didn't know if she was angry at his presence or what he represented for her.

"Ghaleon! Get out of here! I should mega toast your behind just for breathing the air of Vane!" She sniffed, nose in the air as she glared down at the former so-called "Magic Emperor" with an anger she usually reserved for lard mass that was Borgan.

"The flowers are dying."

If it wasn't so quiet here, she would have missed his reply. He didn't even other to look at her as one hand gently caressed a dying pink rose that had only a few petals left.

She gritted her teeth. Vane had once been a majestic city known for its elaborate gardens and tapestries, but it had fallen into ruin a thousand years ago.

All because of this man.

"Sorry that we're mega busy just trying to repair the roof over our head to save a few flowers." She couldn't stop the waspish tone, but she didn't want to, either.

"The gardens of Vane were the only places I could ever go to relax," he finally replied after a long moment. "I didn't realize then just what the cost would be. I believed so strongly in what I was doing that I saw little else. But," he finished with a sigh, "it was all for naught. I lost to a mere boy."

He stood abruptly. "I'm sorry, girl, for intruding. I wanted to see the gardens one last time before Zophar recreates the world and shapes it to his desires."

She shouldn't have felt bad then, but she did. He was her enemy, allied with the one being they all sought to destroy before he fully awakened, but there were times like now where she couldn't help but question his allegiance.

"You can stay awhile."

It was hard to tell who was more shocked then, Ghaleon or Lemina herself. He turned and lifted a brow as he now stared down at her.

Had he always been so tall?

Or was it just an effect of the bulky armor he wore?

"Don't pity me, girl." The arrogance she was used to hearing from him came back full-force.

"It's not pity," Lemina said with another sniff. "I understand."

She paused as she realized the truth of her words. She did understand. If it wasn't for Hiro, she might have ended up like him, like someone who had thought her own opinions were right and the only ones that mattered.

That people with power were supposed to shape the weak rather than protect them.

Perhaps in their own way, both she and Ghaleon had to mega learn humility.

"You can stay for awhile," she reiterated. "But," she added, glaring again, "if you so much as break anything, Ghaleon, I'll make sure you mega pay!"

"I don't think that will be an issue," Ghaleon replied dryly, eying the shoddy garden.

Lemina turned to head back to her mother to make sure Borgan wasn't leeching on her again, but not before she saw a small smile on Ghaleon's lips.

Who would have thought such a ruthless man could have such a soft, charming smile?

Lemina didn't even hear herself humming off-tune as she walked away.

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A/N: So! I was playing Lunar earlier and decided to challenge myself by putting some unlikely pairings together in a fic! Don't worry; this one isn't a long shot and I have more pairings and plot to come!

Please note that all canon couples will be here in all their glory-but all the single ones are fair game for random pairings!