SamSara

by TropicalRemix

The third and Final Arc to the Simple Sweetness Trilogy. The past and the present collide as the Journey of lifetimes come to a final end. I did not write this story. Shaydoe did.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the first ending

Author's note: My first run through with this story concerning Beryl felt rushed. So this time I am giving Beryl her due. This chapter contains fluffy, lemony fresh scent.

Beryl

An odd green light infused the rain, glowing faintly amid the freezing droplets. Beryl blinked rapidly, confused by the strange phenomenon. The Genesis induced euphoria of becoming Serenity had been a short lived. As the adrenaline faded from her system, so did her energy. She had used to much of her power to absorb her. Leaving her more drained and exhausted then ever before. Shuffling her feet aimlessly forward, she had never felt so tired, her body felt incredibly weighted...each step becoming more and more of a struggle. Her muscles ached with bone deep chill, throbbing and burning from the excessive strain. Her vision was swimming like a listing ship through the eerie illumination. An impenetrable darkness pressed against her from either side, as if she was walking down some long forgotten tunnel. The blackness that lurked just outside of her vision was thick like an abyss. The darkness scared her, creating an unreasonable childlike fear. That festered deep inside her psyche. Believing that monsters and shadow things lingered at the edge of that darkness, waiting for her to make a wrong turn. So they could lunge out and drag her into the void and devour her whole. So like an terrorfied animal trapped in a maze, she resolutely followed the illumination, never straying from the path. Worried were it was leading her but unwilling to face the demons who waited for her in the darkness.

A harsh oder assaulted her nose, it was sour and astringent. Burning her eyes and making them water. She found herself blinking trying to cleanse away the water welling in her eyes. The crackling of burning wood whispered in the background, along with soft whimpers. Strangled moans and raw sobs like a weak mewling kitten echoed to her from the rising smoke.

"Hello..." She called cautiously a couple times into the gloom. Until she realized that the broken sounds of misery were coming from her. The thick smoke was billowing down into her face making her cough and groan in pain, when it burned her throat. She could feel the damp earth scrap her hands, as she clawed nervously into it. Glancing around barely able to see through the building haze, finding cobble stone walls encasing her on all sides. She was trapped in a sweltering hole, or perhaps a very small cave. Above were the heat emanated were rotted wooden slates, groaning sinisterly down at her as the fire consumed the room above. She was curled up in a ball in the farthest corner of a small dirt cellar. There was no way an adult could fit in this tiny hole? She must be in a much smaller body...perhaps that of a child...

It took only a single breath for her soul to submerge back into that first life, leaving behind all the turmoil and angst of her future self forgotten.

The inferno roared over her head, sharp orange light flickered through the cracks in the floor boards above her. Even though the heat was immense, she was shivering. The cold ground having seeped into the flimsy cotton night dress she was wearing.

"Beryl!" A frantic high pitched scream shattered the cave like atmosphere.

She spun her head around, as the smokey dream world she had entered into became her reality.

"Mother!" She screamed back, at the top of her lungs. Gritting her teeth as the smoke seared them with out mercy.

The roof exploded above her head, with a mighty crack. She shot her gaze upward in fright, finding the rusted edge of a stone axe blade imbedded into the planks. A dark ichor was dripping from it's chipped and jagged edge. It splattered upon her forehead, like a heavy drop of rain.

"I got you baby girl, just hang on!" Her mother's voice called out to her, full of strength and conviction.

Her mother had never been a weak, damsel. She was a survivor and did what ever was necessary to live. She had instilled that same strength of will into her eldest daughter.

Beryl prepared herself, as the roof of her shelter was hacked away. When a good sized hole had been ripped away her mother's blood smeared arms were thrust down to her.

"Here, Ingrid first." Beryl had gathered her youngest sister into her lap, while she watched her mother work at hacking through the floor boards. Handing the tiny four year old up to her mother's waiting arms, then scramble in the darkness for her other sister. They had been trapped under the house for what seemed like hours, while the thieves ransacked their house then set it a blaze. Their mother had gone hunting in the forest that morning and Beryl knew she wouldn't be back till nightfall. So protecting her sisters was her responsibility. She had dragged them into the root cellar, both crying softly in fear. As the men sought to break down their heavy oak front door.

She had soothed them for hours as their home burned, until they had both fallen asleep. Leaving her the only one to endure the choking smoke and burning stench stinging her face and eyes.

Freya was a couple years older, about six. Yet she was as petite as Ingrid, perhaps a foot taller but her bone structure was just as delicate. Her sisters took after their mother in every respect. But Beryl only resembled her slightly. She was not blessed with such frail beauty, at the age of eight she towered over both of her sisters. Taking after her good for nothing father, her body was sturdy and well muscled as that of a lad. If it wasn't for her long reddish-brunette hair she might even be mistaken for one.

Her mother took Freya tenderly, sniffling softly at how limp she was. She didn't return for Beryl, as she carried Freya away.

Leaving her eldest daughter to lift herself out of the hole unaided. Knowing how strong willed and resilient she was.

Beryl had never needed any coddling, she was a fighter.

Coughs wracked her body as she crawled along the heated wooden floor. Following the vague footsteps of her mother, as she carried her sister out of the house. Slowly, cautiously she made her way across the simple one room cabin. Squinting through the black smoke, watching in horror as the walls were devoured by flames. The thatched ceiling above snapping and crackling as it was engulfed in fire It was like navigating through the bowels of hell. She swallowed back her screams, gathering the last of her courage, her will to live and leaped to her feet. Dashing for the murky twilight, filtering in through the open front door. She shot out of the house as if propelled by cannon fire, falling to her knees onto the ground. Sucking in one great breath after another to clear her lungs.

"We made it!" She grinned, so grateful to be free of the flames and smoke. She had thought they were going to die in there. The fresh air had never tasted so wonderful!

Glancing along the ground she found the bloody remains of two men, laying near the front door. Their bodies were a gruesome sight to behold. Each had several arrows protruding from their backs. Brutally hacked and partially disemboweled by her mother's hatchet. It was a grisly and unholy mess for a young girl to see. She had torn into them with the primal fury of a mother bear protecting her cubs. The wrath of her mothers rage was truly frightening.

"By the gods!" Beryl gasped in fright, crab crawling franticly away from the dead eyed corpses.

Slowly raising her head to confront her mothers broken visage, bowed over the bodies of her two sisters. Dressed in the tan breeches and tunic of a woodsmen, with a long green cloak and a now empty quiver of arrows upon her back. Her long auburn hair fell in dirty, sweat moistened waved down her back and over her face. Making her look wild and travel weary. Her eyes were dull, lacking in vitality. Having endured far more suffering in the last few years then most, she was near her breaking point. Her pale hazel eyes wet with tears, as she regarded her two small daughters. Beryl's smile of gratitude slowly fell into a sad frown, her expression changing to one of worried misery.

"Mother..." She moved slowly forwards, reaching towards her sister's prone bodies. "Their ok, they just fell asleep." She reassured her, falling to her knees beside the two little girls. Staring down at them suspiciously, when her mother did not acknowledge her assurances.

Ingrid was so tiny in her beige cotton night gown, was now tragically stained with grey soot. With soft brown hair that hung near her small shoulder's, her face round and full like a cherubs. Her features relaxed and at peace.

Freya was slender like a reed, her simple lavender night dress was damp from sweat and just as marred by dirt. Her hair was darker, not as dark as Beryl's but a much deeper shade then Ingrid's. Hiding her brilliant deep blue eyes in deaths repose, her long lashes dusted with soot. Her delicate cheeks, looked pale a greenish tone tinting the unblemished skin.

"You are safe now." Was all her mother stated, brushing her fingers down the smudged, rounded cheeks of her sister's.

Beryl didn't feel safe, the fright may have melted away upon escaping the fire but she still felt bone weary. She watched in mute horror as her mother cradled little Ingrid to her breast. The tiny girls arms dangled limp and lifeless, swinging aimlessly as her mother rocked back and forth. Moaning in unbearable pain. She placed a tender kiss upon her head and then laid her back down upon the dried litter of the forest floor. Gathering up Freya next, her body as well lacked in any vitality. Her back bent backward over her mother's cradling arm, her head rolling back and forth like a lifeless dolls. Her mother was trembling as if chilled. Panting and keening softly, trying to contain the screams of agony that wanted to be released into the approaching night. Beryl's heart sank at the broken sounds she was making. Never in her young life had she felt so cold, so empty. By the time her mother slid Freya's lifeless body back to the earth, her grief was once again hidden behind a mask of firm resolve.

"We must be off, incase more of those bastards show up." She snarled.

It was then that Beryl realized her sister's were not sleeping, they had suffocated in that cellar. She had dragged them down there to their deaths. Her was frozen in horror at what she had done. Then idlely she wondered why she wasn't crying? Shouldn't she cry? She should be wailing and screaming on her knees begging her mothers forgiveness. She should be pounding her fists upon the earth ravaged by guilt and cry until she drowned in her own tears. But she wasn't, she felt no tears..no anguish. Just tired and numb. It was then her mother stood up, offered her a hand and they ran into the forest. Leaving their old life behind.

The long, arduous journey to follow sped through her mind as they made their way towards the inner kingdoms. Heading out of the wild, fringe territories and into the more protected areas of the five earth realms. Eventually making it all the way into the Central Golden Kingdom. The lush, effervescent gardens of Elysian. Were for the first time in her life, she felt safe, content and happy. Were her outlook upon the future seemed bright and full of promise. The constant travel and daily struggle to survive seemed over. She no longer saw the world through the filthy lens of dismal poverty. The royal house of Elysian had taken them in, offered her mother and herself employment in the Golden Palace. Now they had a small cottage on the outskirts of the village and a steady and secure income to live off of. All that struggle to get here seemed worth it.

As she stood before a sparkling stream, taking stock of the two years that had past. Finding a gangly ten year old staring back at her. With thick, reddish-brunette hair the hung in waves down her back. Framing her modest beauty, just entering the phase of maturing. Her face was smudged with dirt and leaves were knotted into her hair. Her piercing green eyes shone briefly with mirth, as she surveyed the reflection of the red wood forest behind her. Soon growing heated with a burning sense of betrayal and anger. She was wearing nothing but the simple beige under garments she wore beneath her heavy servants dress. That had been quickly discarded on a rock nearby, the flimsy cotton slip was already ruined with grass stains and dried mud. Her once crisp white stockings a dull grey from running bare foot down the trails. Her cheeks were pink from an afternoon of hard play with her best friend. Who had just had the callous audacity to tell her he was leaving her!

Then hands reached for her, clasping her shoulder's from behind in a tender, beseeching sort of way.

With a huff, angry, hurt feelings swamped with sadness overwhelmed her. She refused to turn around and confront him.

Or the gentle reassuring smile currently dominating his kind, handsome face.

"I am sorry Beryl...but it's my duty. I have to go on this pilgrimage to the nine heavenly temples. I don't want to leave you. I have no choice..." He stated in a sad rescinded tone.

Beryl sniffled, feeling the tears gathering in her eyes. She dreaded being left behind, worried he would forget her. His life would be so full of grand adventures and incredible sights as he saw the world. He might out grow her. A simple village girl as she was, she could never keep up and hold his interest after such a journey. This could very well be a final goodbye between them. Her chest hurt and her heart felt shredded. She wanted to scream up at him, plead to come along, to cry and cajole him to stay. But she knew she couldn't do any of that. He was the High Prince of the Golden Kingdom and his destiny was far greater then her own. So she bit down on her lower lip hard, drawing blood. He sighed behind her and bowed his head over the top of hers, his arms wrapping around her holding her tight.

"I will think about you always, not a day will pass that I will not wonder what you are up to here in Elysian. Promise me you will wait for me to come home, it will only be for a few years. Then we will be together again, nothing will have changed between us. When I get back we will laugh and play as we always have. I will tell you of my journey and all the amazing sights in the four outer kingdoms." he offered, plaintively.

She heaved a great breath, she had already seen those kingdoms. All be it briefly as she and her mother were fleeing to the relative safety of Elysian. But she felt there would be nothing of interest he could tell her when he got back. All she truly wanted out of this life was to be by his side forever...

"Beryl...com'on now. " He urged, twisting his grip and forcing her to turn towards him. It was at that point she broke. Her young frame shuttering as great sobs finally escaped her, ashamed of her tears. She pressed her face into the soft crimson silk of his tunic, clutching at him and holding on as tightly as she could as she wept in sorrow.

Prince Endymion wasn't someone you could defy for long, his natural charm and honest heart always had her bending to his will. He was someone she looked up to, idolized and truth be told she had a very huge crush on.

"Wait for me...Beryl." he asked, petting his hand soothingly down her head.

She nodded weakly, even though she didn't know if she could. If he wasn't back in three years the village wedding lottery would claim her first.

He had bewitched her that very first day, when he had caught her hiding in the palaces vast library. With his dark somewhat untidy hair, the he kept running his hands through as he worked on his studies at long table near the large windows. His mysterious dark blue eyes, held her entranced every time he looked her way. His bemused, but unwavering stare piercing her down to her very soul. At the end of his lesson, he had introduced himself and offered her a hand, as if they might be equals. A brilliant, unassuming grin graced his handsome face and she was instantly in love. She had been trying to be sneaky and look as if she was dusting the book stacks, but the fact that she remained rooted in the same spot for nearly an hour gave her away. In truth she was desperate to learn. She wanted to be more then just a powerless, maiden who held no more potential then to be some man's wife. Destined to be nothing, to amount to nothing. Her entire future determined by her husband. To be a silent, dutiful woman, who was considerate to his needs alone. To spend her days tending that man's home and place her own life in jeopardy, every time he got her with child. That wasn't the future she dreamed of for herself, she wanted so much more then that.

She wanted to hold the rutter of her own life, to determine her own fate based solely on making her own decisions. To do that she needed wealth. With money came power...the first step to being a self sufficient woman was an education. So when the opportunity to listen in on the Princes tutor's came around she took advantage of it.

The prince had caught her listening that first day but said nothing, he found her amusing so allowed her to stay. But as the week past and he found her again and again lurking somewhere out of view in the stacks. His amusement of her voyeurism into his studies waned quickly and he was getting rather annoyed. Finding her more a distraction now, then entertaining. Often getting into trouble with his tutor for his lack of focus, when he was more concerned with finding her new hiding place then paying attention. When he confronted her about it after class. She denied that she was doing anything wrong, that she was sent to clean the library during his study time. He didn't believe her for a second, but conceded to her story. Another week past and she continued to hide out in the library, instead of doing the chores she was obligated to do. He said nothing, merely passing her knowing smiles from time to time. Accepting the company gracefully. It was then the head mistress of the palace staff began to investigate were and what her young charge was doing during that time of the day. When the old woman found out she was eaves dropping on the Prince's lessons, she was furious.

Ordering her punished at dusk when her shift ended, commanding the stable masters only son, Tomas. To drag her to the back of the horse barn and switch her good.

Tom was a simpleton, but had a great affinity with the horses. His natural ability and greater strength to tame and control the beasts made him an asset to the Palace. A mild looking young man just entering adulthood with thinning blonde hair and dull, grey eyes. Over six feet tall with a girth that could rival most mules. He never questioned his order's, he just obeyed. So he was a perfect henchmen for the Head Mistress to keep order among her staff.

Thankfully the Prince had been out for an evening stroll in the back gardens and had heard Beryl's defiant screams and rather abrasive curses echoing from the stables. As she fought the large man that was attempting to drag her away into the barn. But by the time he had gotten to the back of the stables, the larger man had already beat her into submission. She was curled up in a ball at the far corner of a horses stall, her face, hair and servants dress smeared with manure. Her arms and legs bruised and cut bloody from his savage beating with an elm branch.

Endymion had then charged to her rescue, as soon as he saw injustice happening to her. Screaming his rage towards the brute of a man, who was aiming to strike her again with his stick. That resembled a bat more then a switching stick. No doubt found and given by the Head Mistress, who had a rather vindictive streak when people in her employee over stepped their bounds. Endymion ran full boar down the length of the barn. He was utterly fearless, as he tackled the man around the waist sending him off balance and into the manure of the stall. Cracking a fist across the man's nose, as they went down. Blood splattered across his silk tunic, but he never gave it a single thought. Beryl's safety meant more to him then an expensive garment. Straddling the man's ample waist, he glared down at him with such a savage ferocity. The man was instantly frozen in startled fright. Finding the Prince now perched atop him, his further wrath immanent. As he then grappled the stick out of his meaty hands. Beryl slowly uncurled herself, blinking in reverent awe at her dark haired saviour.

Even at the age of ten, his natural fighting prowess was quite evident. His heroic save only intensified her love for him. After he had sent the now terrorfied man on his way, to deliver orders to the Head Mistress that Beryl was no longer under her employee. That she was now his servant and he would see to her duties from now on. From that point on they were inseparable, she became his playmate, his study partner and his best friend.

To Beryl who had experienced very little in the way of kindness. He was one of those people who were utterly gorgeous inside and out and he would only get more beautiful as years past.

Six years later...

Endymion was travel weary and eager to be back in his soft bed. It had been a long but worth while pilgrimage. He felt he had grown worldly, his sheltered mind broadened and wizened over the years. His sinewy ten year old frame had matured into broad shoulder's, a well muscled chest and powerful arms and legs. Seated atop a black stallion, dressed in tan leather breaches and a forester's tunic. With heavy black travel boots and a long grey cloak. The hood pulled up, obscuring his face in shadows. He resembled a common traveller more then the regal countenance of the High Prince of Elysian.

From the summit of a tall hill he surveyed the countryside, with a fondness in his dark blue eyes. The grassy hills that surrounded him, fluttered in the late summer breeze. The sun was falling towards the horizon in the distance. It's warmth favouring certain pastures and fields, that were blanketed in brilliant gold. The wheat ripe and ready for harvest. Far off in the distance, he could just make out the deep green ribbon of the ancient red wood forest that surrounded the Golden Palace. This land...his land was the most glorious sight he had ever witnessed. Even after all the wonders he had seen over the years, the sight of his homeland was what brought him near tears. The land was vibrant in the heat of summer, the hills dusted with wild flowers. The scent of green earth filling the air, with the thick rich scents of life. Elysian was known as the Garden Kingdom for a reason. Everything that was planted here, in this land of rich soil was certain to grow, robust and plentiful. Small streams cut through the land, offering the plants sustenance while the gentle warmth of the sun blessed them with vitality. The farmlands stretched out as far as he could see, in a endless blanket of field and meadows. All manner of livestock grazed with out concern in the rolling pastures, as his horse plodded down the dirt road. Heading with a steady, unhurried gait towards the Palace. A hay cart pulled by a mule passed him, the old man driving barely acknowledged him. Giving him a curt nod, as he cracked his reigns urging the beast to move faster.

Endymion figured the man was in a hurry to get to the village that abutted against the forest on the out skirts of the Golden Palaces land. Not wanting to be on the roads after nightfall, he had commanded his mule to move at a brisk pace. Endymion absently watched the dust cloud the cart created, rumble out of sight over the next hill. This road would lead him down into a valley full of small farms, then beyond that lay the village and then the might red wood forest. The light in the sky was beginning to fade, so he also snapped the reigns commanding his mount into a faster trot. More carts began to pass him as he neared the first farm. It was strange to see this much traffic so late in the day, curious he guided his horse into the farmyard to find his answers.

Glancing down at his left hand, he found his royal gold crest ring gleaming up at him in the dieing light. He quickly removed it and tucked it safely away into his hip pouch. He liked not being recognized on the road and would like his identity to remain hidden for little while longer. He glanced around the hills, taking in a long, deep breath. His lungs filled with the sweet smells of pasture land, wild flowers and moist earth. The richness of it spoke of an innocence he had left here years before. His mind falling back as it usually did, to the girl he had left behind. Wondering if she was ok, if she was happy or a least found some contentment since he had left. She had always been so restless, in body and in spirit. Unable to relax and just enjoy the day as he could. To many worries and concerns plagued her. The only place she found contentment was when they were playing in the forest, hidden away in their own private world. He missed her...by the gods he couldn't wait to see her again!

As he neared the farm house, candlelight was flickering in the windows. It was a modest structure of stone with a log roof. A large porch wrapped around the house, with sturdy, well made benches.

A number of farm hands were finishing their chores. Bringing in plows and animals back into the barn, sealing up the huge doors for the night. The sunset was setting the horizon on fire, it bathed the farmyard in streaks of crimson and lavender. The farmhands were laughing and joking as they crossed the farm yard. They were in a festive mood, eager to be off to the village themselves. Endymion focused on the eldest of the group, a middle aged man with deep wrinkles. A tanned, weather worn face and a thin ring of silver hair adorning the crown of his head. He was quite muscular and he directed the others with a soft, commanding voice.

Endymion took note of the respect the younger men offered him, figuring that he was the farmer. He moved towards the edge of the carriage path that circled around the front of the farm house. Not wanting to seem threatening, he swiftly dismounted catching the farmer's attention. Who stopped before him, the young men casting him curious if wary looks as they proceeded the old man up the steps to the wrap around porch of the farm house.

"Hello, stranger. What brings you to my doorstep then?" He smiled wanly, offering a hand for him to shake.

"I am just passing through, looking for work here and there. Trying to pay my way towards the sea." Endymion offered warmly.

"Ah, headed over to the eastern territories I suppose. Hoping to get work on a trade ship and find your fortune then." He laughed good naturedly, shaking his head. " I wish I had been as courageous in my youth. But I alas, my heart has always been here and I could never leave. " He cast a warm smile up at the farm house. Endymion turned to find an older women, with soft brown hair and a timid smile staring down at them from the front porch. She clutched the shaft of a slender hoe, that she held loosely at her side. Endymion was at a loss to figure out if she was just returning from the garden, or if she was brandishing the hoe as a weapon.

"Charmer." she giggled, then turned, leaning the tool against the doorframe within easy reach and reentered the house.

Endymion figured she was the farmer's wife, she had intruded upon their conversation to ascertain his intent. When she found he wasn't harmful to her husband she was quick to leave them to their conversation, returning to the security of their home. Endy watched her go, still trying to figure her out. As the wooden screen door swung closed with a sharp squeal of rusty hinges.

"She's protective. " The old man admitted.

"Aye," Endy chuckled, giving the retreating woman an amused grin.

"I am afraid you missed supper, my boy. Unfortunately, I also have all the help I need for this harvest, but I can offer you a place to sleep for the night in my shed if you need? "The old man offered.

"I am headed towards the village to find lodging, but thanks. I stopped to inquire about all the traffic along the road. I am concerned about what I may find up ahead in the village." Endy inquired.

"The roads these days aren't what they used to be." The farmer nodded, approving of Endy's cautious attitude. "Ah..well the harvest dance is in town tonight. " He started, as several young men filed out of the farm house. The grit and sweat of the day washed off and dressed in their finest clothes. Heading back towards the barn, passing by him and the farmer with little more then polite smiles and small inquisitive glances.

"These boys are headed into town. Why don't you follow them, there is bound to be food there if you are hungry. " He offered, as a woman's soft laughter cut him off.

Endymion turned to find the farmer's wife had returned, bearing a small basket of bread, meat and cheese. "We have plenty of food here, Cecil." She admonished, handing Endymion the basket. "Here , young man settle yourself down on the porch and have a good meal before heading off into town."

Endy took the offering with a broad smile, his stomach growling at the thought of food. He had been in such a hurry to get into his kingdoms territories that he hadn't eaten all day. Grateful for the food, he bowed respectfully to the old woman and sat down on the top step of the porch.

"The harvest dance is a big thing in this area, it is one of the only ways our young people can have fun and spend time together. I am sure you will have a good time there tonight, it's the last dance before the marriage lottery." She finished with a wink and headed back into the house with her husband in tow.

Endymion's heart lurched sickeningly as worry turned his stomach and stole his appetite. He had completely forgotten about the marriage lottery? By now Beryl could be married with kids of her own...The thought was like a twisting blade, carving through his chest. He hastily set his meal aside and jumped to his feet. Threw himself up onto his steeds back, churning up the earth as he galloped out of the farmyard. A cold panic as set in and he needed to find Beryl! He needed to know if she had waited for him as he had asked, or if fate had taken her away from him for good.

The village was alive with light, colourful paper lanterns hung from the trees, some sat on barrels making the street look festive. Endymion had pulled his hood up tight, casting his face in deeper shadow, as he rode threw town. Taking in the quaint, modest atmosphere of the village. His people were not wealthy, but their farms and herds kept them reasonably fed and clothed. He noted the lack of luxury to their homes, the porches simple with hand carved rocking chairs or benches. Decorated simply with what ever was on hand. Fresh-cut boughs from willow trees twisted and fashioned into wreaths adorned with fresh cut flowers from the meadows. Festooned to the front porches was sapling branches of various tones, entwined into intricate love knots. Some hanging from the front doors like good luck charms, of all families hoping their children found a good match in the coming lottery.

Despite being used to a far amore elaborate and wealthy lifestyle, Endymion found he was taking in this peasant celebration with delight. The simplicity of the celebration warmed his heart and eased his mind. Gone was his trepidation and anxious worry over Beryl, these was her people. She was a commoner and belonged more in this world then his. To ask her to wait had been extremely selfish of him. He was of royal blood and she was a peasant, nothing could really happen between them. He hoped that when the time had come for her to cast her name into that ballot, that good fortune fell upon her and she found a kind and patient man to take care of her.

Guiding his horse up to the town hall, the most sturdy building he had seen along the short stretch of street. A massive structure of white stone and a ceramic slate roof. The walkway up to the double oak doors was lined with red woods.

Paper lanterns were stung along their sweeping branches, inviting all to attend the party held within.

Endymion tied his horse to a nearby tree, taking note of the young women in light summer dresses milling around the front yard. Gossiping and laughing in small groups, while the young men had segregated themselves at the foot of halls front steps. Lounging and cajoling with each other, either sexes to nervous or to shy to interact.

Endymion remained on the outskirts of the celebration watching with an amusing smile to the awkward, almost painful first steps these young people were taking to get know each other. When the front doors were finally opened the excitement coursing through the air was almost electric. Several musicians arrived, carrying a harp, a lute and a modest ukelele. Endy was well versed in musical instruments thanks to his time with Zoicite. The music they wished to play tonight would range from the more common upbeat odes of traveling minstrels to the slow, romantic tones of olden day waltz's.

He had to admit he was looking forward to the dance, the modest fair and jovial atmosphere was a welcomed sight. After enduring years of ponderous ceremony and dull rituals at every Celestial Temple in the five kingdoms. He was more then ready to put all that pointless worship behind him and focus on things of a more fun and light hearted nature. He made his way to the open doors, leaning against the thick door frame. Taking in the long tables against the far wall, laden in all manner of sweets, baked goods and glazed meats.

He noted that the hall on the outside had looked wealthy and grand, but the floor inside was just dirt. As if the town had run out of money? It was curious, that the village council would over reach what they could afford so blatantly. Had this village been afflicted with blighted crops perhaps or had something more sinister occurred to drain their public coffers? Perhaps is was simply vanity, the citizens wanting to look far more prosperous and sophisticated then they had a right to. Endy shook his head, his understanding of people had grown in leaps and bounds over the years. It seemed his people were no different then any of the other peasants through out the five kingdoms. They all wanted more then a straw bed and a dry roof over their heads. They worked hard and strived to provide a better future for their children. They dreamed and strove every day for a better life, in the end he couldn't help but respect that inner drive.

As the room started to fill, Endymion began to feel his presence wasn't going unnoticed any longer. He was recieving a few odd looks from various groups of young people, they looked him up and down and whispered amongst themselves. The twittering laughter of a couple young women nearby, made him uncomfortable. But the young people would quickly disperse or wander away, they had far more pressing matters to attend to. Endy gauged the girls to be around thirteen or fourteen, while the men were about his age or older. He wondered if Beryl had made more friends after he left? She seemed rather transfixed upon him at the time and never sought out the company of other kids. Coming to this dance alone would have been a lonely and somewhat frightening experience. He did not relish the thought of Beryl being so lost and alone with out him.

He watched the dance for some time, as the couples slowly began to pair up. Then paired up with someone new several minutes later upon a new song. It seemed the older chaperones had instituted dance cards, to make sure all the young people had time to get know each other. He was aware of the seriousness of this night, despite the light mood. There was an undertone of maudlin, solemnity that hung heavy in the back of every young woman's mind. Their laughter seemed strained, their smiles tight as the dance wore on. In communities such as these, propagation was a necessity. And it fell squarely on the women's shoulder's.

With a heavy sigh he felt it was time to get some air. The night had come while he was inside and now the sky was black, with just a hint of starlight high above. The soft flickering light from the lanterns, illuminated his way. As he wandered around the outskirts of the hall, seeking to find a dark place out beyond the lantern light so he could get a good look at the stars. He understood the alignment of the sky and lore of the stars in far better detail now, since visiting the Celestial Temples. He had an awed appreciation of the eternity that lay sprawled above his head.

He needed to get a good ways away, to view the stars, because the lantern light blurred out the sky above. As he crossed behind the meeting hall, soft moans and plaintive whimpers caught his attention from across the road. A cluster of ale barrels sat against the tree line there. Squinting in the half light from the fringe of lanterns, he couldn't make out anything in the thick darkness over there. Then he caught frantic movement just to the right of the barrels. The sounds of a scuffle and the sharp impact of fists cut through the evenings silence. Followed by slurred curses and wails of pain.

He quickly drew his sword and dashed for the barrels, circling around the back ready for combat. Coming to a staggering stop, in slack jawed disbelief at the totally unprecedented sight before him.

Two young men perhaps a year or two older then himself, were beaten and trussed from the elm tree behind the barrels. Dangling from a thick overhanging branch, their arms tied behind their backs. Blood oozing from their noses and long gashes across their chests. Their grey tunics torn from a blades edge, from navel to neck. With their black leather breeches bunched low around their ankles, their manhood barely concealed beneath the thin grey tunic hem. A couple sets of dark boiled leather brigadine style chest pieces, were discarded against the tree. The gold rivets that held the metal plates beneath looked tarnished and battle worn. Endymion narrowed his eyes in scrutiny, the shoulder guards had a crest woven into the leather of twin roses with the gold crown above. It was the insignia of the Elysian outriders? What the hell were honourable men doing, skulking in the darkness like this?

The men were scowling and cursing in low growls towards the far corner of the empty line of barrels. Drawing Endymion's attention over there, finding a dark haired woman around his age. Dressed in the modest leather breech and heavy cotton tunic of a peasant man, with a dagger belt strapped around her waist. Tending to a weeping young girl cowering in her arms. He couldn't see the girls face just yet in the demi light, but could ascertain by her slight frame and shorter stature to the woman. She must have been a young girl from the dance. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom he took in more of her features. She had long, straight hair as fair in tone as ripened wheat. Her face was delicately formed, with dark ebony eyes. Still wide and frightened by what had occurred moments before. Her mouth was well formed, shaped like a longbow, with a thin upper curve and a plump lower lip. Trembling like a startled deer. She was a pretty lass, who must garner much attention from the young men back at the dance.

As he neared she stiffened and sought to crawl more securely into the darker woman's embrace. He took note of her cheeks, round and rosy from her previous struggles and wet from her tears. Her broadcloth dress was torn up the middle, as she desperately sought to hold it closed with a trembling hand.

Endymion cast the two soldier's behind him a dangerous scowl. They had sought to rape this young girl and only the intervention of this warrior woman had their vile plans been thwarted. How could such despicable people be allowed into the royal military?

"Come no closer, stranger. If you value your life." The taller, woman advised. Her voice was low and smooth like a deadly weapon. She meant every word she said, the dangerous gleam in her stunning emerald green eyes spoke volumes to Endymion. He instantly stopped moving, raising his hands up in a non threatening gesture.

"I mean you or your charge no harm, I heard the commotion and came to investigate is all." he offered.

The woman's face was in shadows so he couldn't gauge if she relaxed at all.

"As you can see, I have it well in hand. " She gave him a small, indulgent smile. Wishing for him to move on and to do it quickly so she could get back to tending to the stricken girl and dispose of the two depraved men now tied to the tree.

"I can see that. " Endy cocked a thumb towards the bound and belligerent men. Smiling proudly at the warrior woman.

Who seemed rather unimpressed and impatient of his lingering around.

"With all due respect my good sir, you have interceded upon matters that do not concern you. If you would be so kind as to continue on your way. I have a very scared young girl to care for and two bastards in dire need of a proper punishment." She snarled, casting each man a firm scowl. Confirming to them her impending deadly intent.

With a resigned sigh, Endymion pulled back his hood revealing himself to her.

The two men instantly went dead silent. While the woman took a step towards the barrels, unconsciously concealing herself more firmly into the darkness. Momentarily leaving the young girl unprotected.

"Don't be frightened of me." He offered, as gently as he could. "I am sorry if I intruded. But I can not allow vigilanty justice in my kingdom."

The young girl took a deep breath, staring wide eyed up at him.

"Endymion..." The woman gasped in awe, her gorgeous emerald eyes raked desperately over his face.

He was just as she remembered him, only older... With that same messy black hair, a bit longer now. Falling thick untamed around the base of his neck and over his tunics short collar. Hanging over his eyebrows and into his piercing blue eyes. Those same mesmerizing dark blue eyes always seemed to assess her so intimately. His face looked as sculpted and flawless as ever. Speaking of his proper royal bloodlines. His strong jaw was somewhat scruffy looking with a light layer of day old facial hair.

It was him, he was back and she having a hard time remembering how to breathe. Blinking abruptly as if clearing away tears. It took long moments for her to clear her throat and speak again.

"Your finally home..." Her voice wavered, but the wonder and gratitude he heard made his stomach tighten with excitement.

"You know me..." he muttered, squinting his eyes trying valiantly to see any distinguishing features upon her face. But there was barely any light way over here, a perfect place to plan a rape for obvious reasons.

"Yes, very well." She responded. He couldn't see her expression, but by the warmth in her voice. He knew she was smiling.

"I will take young Camila home. If you would be so kind as to meet me at the Dragon's Bone Inn at the end of main street. We will be able to have a proper chat, then." It was clear she was needing a few minutes to gather herself. The sudden shock and emotion of meeting the High Prince so abruptly in the middle of the night had naturally overwhelmed her.

He nodded briskly, "I shall head there momentarily, first I must alert the local guard to take these two criminals into custody."

She shook her head ruefully, laughing bitterly as she gathered little Camila to her feet. She would allow Endymion to escort the men back to the barracks. He would need to see for himself how corrupt and ineffectual the royal guard had become. Those two bastards would be released into their commander's custody upon the dawn and then she would hunt them down and finish what she started.

"You have been gone far to long, my prince." She commented lightly, guiding the young girl away.

Endymion stood in confusion for a bit, mulling over her words.

By the time he had dropped off the two rapists at the guard barracks outside of the village and found his way to the Inn, the mystery woman was already sitting at a table in the far corner of the dining hall. He couldn't make out any of her features, only her dark wavy hair. That hung around her bowed face, shielding her face from view. Hunched over a bowl of lamb stew, dipping large chunks of rye bread into the gravy. She seemed so absorbed in her meal, not paying any attention to the villagers sharing the tables nearby. He stood in the doorway for a moment, his hood pulled up not wanting to be recognized. Taking in the simple country atmosphere that surrounded him. The Dragon's Bone was a modest affair, with heavy pine wood tables and a stone fireplace on the far end. The floor was dirt as was most of the public establishments in the village he found out. Built from heavy fir logs the room always carried a thick scent of pine sap. The bar was mostly empty this evening, a few farm hands were engaged in a game of dice at a nearby table. While other older men shared tankards of ale at the bar or scattered in small groups at other tables. Every man in the establishment was slowly working their way through tankards of ale discussing the days affairs in slurred, heated commentary.

As he neared the table she finally raised her face up to greet him. Endymion froze, he thought he recognize those brilliant green eyes. The way they had stared at him with unyielding challenge, gleaming with a stubborn defiance that only Beryl could summon into a single stare. The stunning beauty she had become, stole his breath. She held her chin up in that same incorrigible manner he remembered. That spoke of how irrepressible her personality truly was, she was strong willed, stubborn and fearless with her opinions. She was a fighter...and it bled through into every aspect of her personality. It echoed in the confident self assured way she carried herself.

As the firelight caught her eyes, they seemed to glitter like fine jewels. The tears she held back, pooling in the corners of her gorgeous green irises until she cast her gaze aside. Seeking to reclaim her composure by scrutinizing the remains of her dinner. She was gorgeous, having left behind her sweet girlish features. Transforming her into an extraordinary beauty upon her maturity. Her lips were plumb and delicate and oh so very kissable. Her skin was unblemished, soft and creamy. Begging to be touched. Her hair was far longer, a dark rich, red tint anointing the dark brown strands. That fell in thick waves over her shoulder's and down her back. The natural curl gave her hair such a lustrous body, he found himself rather eager to run his hands through it. She had blossomed like a fine rose over the intervening years. Her body filling out into a very voluptuous shape. With a small waist he could span with his two hands and the generous swell of her bosom was just as inviting.

She was beautiful...

"More stew, my dear?" A bald, robust, older gentleman intruded politely into their midst. Forcing Endymion to slide into the booth and get out of his way.

"No, thanks Henry. " Beryl turned up to the older man with a warm smile. "Tell, Marge that it was delicious."

The inn keep smiled broadly down at her, quickly taking his leave as his wrinkled cheeks began to warm. Hoping his wife hadn't seen how foolishly he had smiled back at her, it was hard to keep ones head when Beryl bestowed such a gracious smile his way. He disappeared down a side hall and into the kitchen with the empty bowl.

"Have you eaten?" Beryl offered, leaning back against her bench and taking a long swig of her iron tankard.

"No, but my appetite is rather spoiled from recent events." he growled back, recalling how unimpressed he was with the poor quality of guards back at the barracks. They seemed rather lazy and put out by actually having to lock up two men. As if keeping order in the village was a task below their station.

Beryl merely offered him a tight smile, her eyes hardening with understanding.

"What is going on around here?" Endymion complained.

"Your court has been usurped by a false king. " Was all Beryl said, shrugging slightly.

"What!" Endymion jumped to his feet, drawing all manner of attention his way.

"Sit down and I will tell you everything." Beryl hissed back, casting her eyes about nervously.

"Remember that old wise man, your parents were so enraptured by. " She began.

Endymion sat with huff and nodded.

"My father appointed him to his small council."

"And that was all the viper needed to get his teeth into your father." Beryl growled. "He rules behind the scenes, whispering into your father's ear. A demon who had poisoned your father's mind with paranoid notions of hidden plots and betrayals from the other kingdoms. He is pulling your father's strings like a puppet master. He no longer cares about keeping the peace, or prosperity of his kingdom. He seeks only to prepare for some unholy war, that he swears will set the whole of the earth on fire. Elysian has become an unlawful paradise for thieves and charlatans. With barely no troops patrolling the borders and poorly trained guards to protect the villages. Marauder's pillage and burn the outlying farms and criminals go unpunished in the streets. The king hordes the kingdoms wealth, for some greater purpose. Refusing to fund the sparce military that lies beyond the castle walls. With no guidance or aid, left alone to their own devises. Regiments such as the Outriders have become corrupted by devious, power hungry commanders. Who use them like their own personal army, to reenforce their vile ambitions. They are little more then thieves and brigands now. That sinister wise man has turned your fathers head with thoughts of glory and domination. He has pulled most if not all of the kingdoms military resources back to the Golden Palace to build a great army, in which he intends to march upon the four outer kingdoms within the next few weeks. He trusts no one. Wanting to unite the Five Kingdoms under one crown...his crown. " Beryl shook her head, "I swear you father's ambition knows no bounds now, he would blindly challenge the gods themselves if left to his own devices."

"I need some air..." Endymion spat in disgust, standing briskly and wandered out of the front doors. He could barely breathe, his father sought to destroy them all?

Beryl paid him a sympathetic look, finding out ones father had turned into a tyrannical madman was a bit of a blow.

Lost in his thoughts, leaning against the corner of the inn. Endy had unconsciously concealed himself into the shadows of the alley between. With his arms crossed, hunched over glowering down at his boots. Mulling over how absolutely insane his home coming was becoming. Everything had seemed normal...untouched as if time had stopped when he first entered his beloved lands. But now he realized he had been looking at it with the veil of nostalgia over his eyes, now that those scales had been lifted he was able to see the truth. The farmer's wife had not been hospitable at first, she was wary and had brandished a weapon upon him. As if she had already suffered at the hands of raiders in the past. The farm hands had been polite to him but not friendly. The Farmer as well, held an air of wary untrustworthiness of him. The village had seemed poorer, their resources fleeced by the Palace to feed the great army and what was left was at risk of being stolen by marauders. The fact that Beryl had saved that young girl from being raped by two corrupt soldier's only intensified the rage burning inside of him. How could his father turn his back on the very people he was sworn to protect. This was not the honourable, prosperous Elysian he remembered. His homeland had been poisoned, it was suffering and in need of a Savior. He would release his father from this Wise man's control and squash his tyrannical plan of conquest. Take the throne from him if needs be and return Elysian to its rightful glory once again.

He had been so absorbed in his planning, he never noticed the battle hardened man dressed in the black and crimson leather armour of a Sergeant of the Elysian Outriders pass by his hiding spot. The Palace crest of a blooming rose and crossed with a sword was emblazoned upon his shoulder guards. He was an older man nearing his thirties, with leathered skin long baked in the sun. Wild black hair, that only accented the beard growing unchecked upon his face. His eyes were just as dark, with a perminate scowl wrinkling his forehead. He was an ominous character to say the least.

The man strode into the Dragon's Bone with a singular purpose, scanning the array of patrons in search of particular person. A few of the farmers seated around the bar noted his presence, so engrossed in their conversation, they only paid him a cursory glance. The steady tinking of tankards lifting and slamming down on the tables echoed around the stranger as he made his way towards the back table. He stood over to Beryl, waiting for her to acknowledge him.

Beryl heaved a sigh of irritation, brushing a stray strand of brunette hair behind her ear. She knew this confrontation was coming, ever since she stopped those two Outrider apprentices back at the hall. Refusing to give the man his due, pretending to be far to busy flipping a silver coin up and down the finger's of her left hand. Providing the distraction needed for her right hand to slip unnoticed under the table to grip the hilt of one of her many daggers.

Finally he spoke. "You're Beryl."

She did not look up, but flipped the coin high in the air. Catching it fluidly with her left hand.

"Well?" He spat impatiently.

She still did not favour him with even a glance, ignoring him as if he wasn't worth her time.

"I would be very grateful if you would move aside, I have things to attend to. " There was a pause, "I am rather busy at the moment."

The man swallowed, forcing back the anger her dismissive tone was inciting deep inside of him. He could feel several eyes now watching their rather unbalanced exchange. He attempted to keep his voice calm as he regarded her again.

"I am here on an errand for a gentleman friend of yours." he stated, blandly.

Her focus remained upon the window near her table, searching the darkness outside for her wayward prince. "Really and who might that be? Friends are a rarity for me, so I am rather intrigued as to whom calls himself my friend?"

"Sir Alan of Makaiju, The illustrious commander of the Elysian Outriders." He stated flatly.

The clamour in the bar fell silent, each man was now casting the stranger weighted glances. As soon as Alan's name had been dropped, his unsavoury reputation began to be discussed openly amongst them. Alan of Makaiju was as reviled as he was feared by the village. He rode into the village from time to time over the years, during his patrol of the borders. He was a savage and depraved individual, who demanded far more of the village then they could provide. His request for supplies were far to grand in scope, wanting to roam the country side with all the accoutrements of a king. His reviled thirst for entertainment from the local brothel was an arduous torture on the poor women who had to work there. If his needs were not met he would order his men to sack the village and take what they wanted.

Beryl laughed jadedly. "Alan is neither a Gentleman or a friend I am afraid."

The man did not move, but loomed over her more persistently.

"What does he want." Beryl rolled her eyes, knowing damn well what kind of vile errand this man was on.

"Your services of course." he sighed, as if pained to admit he had been sent on such a trivial mission as to fetch Alan's favourite whore.

"I am sorry to say, I am not in the business anymore. Haven't been for many years." She admitted, passing him a small regretful smile that was totally false.

"I doubt your professional status is an issue to him." He growled, taking a step back when she finally drew her eyes up to confront him. They held no fear and were such a fierce shade of green he was momentarily set off balance.

"Well, what he wants isn't an issue to me either." She spoke evenly, slowly pushing herself up from the bench. "If you would excuse me, I have pressing matters to attend to."

It took a moment for the man to wipe away the rage now twisting his features. The patrons were nervous now, shifting in their seats or exiting the Inn quietly. Not wanting to get involved in the coming violent dispute between this rash, foolhardy woman and the wrath of Alan's man at arms.

Then his hand slammed down hard upon the table, his other cocking to lunge for her throat. Intending on hauling her forcefully from the table and then dragging her all the way back to Alan's camp. Where he could deal with this woman's disrespectful behaviour with a very, humiliating yet imaginative punishment, no doubt. That would no doubt haunt her for years to come and curb her impertinent tongue permanently.

His reaching hand stopped instantly, when a dagger appeared in her right hand and she deftly thrust it beneath his chin, drawing blood. The motion of the blade had been so fast, so fluid he had no time to react, he hadn't even seen it coming.

Beryl looked up at him, her glower one of displeasure and defiance.

"Now, I believe I have been more then polite. But you don't seem to be listening to me." She stated in a very even but dangerous tone. "As I have said, I am rather busy and I have no time to spare for the likes of your commander. " She pushed the man back another step with the point of her blade.

The man glared down at her, appalled by how easily she had rendered him defenceless.

"Now, please go and leave me in peace." She finished, watching him slowly back away and take his leave.

Endymion stood in the doorway, his hand braced upon the hilt of his sword. Casting Beryl a proud, if awed smirk at how formidable she had become. The man paid him no notice, pushing past him and out of the doors in a humiliated rush. Beryl quickly sheathed her blade and jogged towards the side hall that lead out the back of the kitchens. Endymion was quickly on her heels, as she past threw the large kitchen. An older, kind looking woman stood near the stone hearth, once tending the iron pot of stew. She now regarded Beryl with deep concern.

Beryl stopped just before the back doors, giving the woman a broad reassuring smile.

"Do not fret so, Marjorie. I have dealt with Alan before, he shall not have me again. I promise this time, I will keep the village safe."

Endymion cast Beryl a searching look, so much had happened while he was gone. He dreaded as much as he yearned to find out what had happened to her, to forge her into the weapon she had become.

With that she dashed out of the inn and into the night with Endymion on her heels.

They walked down the main street, not speaking. Endymion was keeping a close watch on the shadows making sure no more would be escorts were laying in wait for Beryl. While Beryl seemed to be fuming, her rage simmering near the surface. As she stormed down the street heading out of town. As they approached the town hall, Endy tentatively reached for her. She snapped her arm out of his grip, casting him a threatening look that quickly evaporated into one of shame. She had been so wrapped up in her brooding vengeance she had inadvertently accosted Endymion. Who chuckled ruefully, massaging his wrist. Her abrupt, unexpected swing had twisted his wrist slightly.

"Sorry...I'm little on edge right now." She apologized.

"I can understand that, but my steed is just over there. I am sure we can make better time on him then walking." he offered with a charming smile, that instantly put Beryl at ease. She grinned back, striding over to a nearby red wood while he untied his stallion from the pitching post.

When he was done and the horse had nudged his palm affectionately a few times. He turned to offer her to mount first.

Finding her leaning against the tree, glowering darkly at the hall. As the jubilant music filled the night.

"Do you not like to dance?" he teased, merrily.

Beryl chuckled. "I loved to dance." she turned to face him, her features somber and full of sad reflection.

Endymion felt his stomach plummet at the veiled trauma he saw in her eyes. This dance held only bad memories for her, ones she never wished to dwell upon.

Beryls eyes filled with regret, as she glared at the hall. Loathing its very existence.

"Whats the matter?" Endymion inquired.

She gave him a direct look. "This lottery is so archaic, don't you think?"

"Well, yes. I guess it is rather old fashioned to force young people to marry?" He laughed lightly, not wanting to seem rude as she seemed to want to open up to him. He sighed and gave her shoulders a companionable squeeze. Just like he used to, when they were kids and she looked ready to cry.

"Imagine, how I felt coming to this thing three years ago." She growled. "Like a cow put on show for every eligible male to inspect. Except, I wasn't born around here. I'm an outsider, an untrustworthy match since I have no ancestors from around here to gauge my character against. So I didn't warrant even a second glance, I was left standing in a corner. Waiting for any one of them to gain the courage to speak to me, let alone dance with me. But none of those superstitious louts would even look at me. I have never in all my life felt so rejected, so utterly worthless."

She hadn't said it, but he had felt it. Her hurt feelings of betrayal and abandonment slammed into his heart straight and true like a sword strike. His chest ached with the painful heartache and humiliation she had endured. He stopped holding her shoulder's and reached for her hand. Rubbing aimlessly at his chest as he guided her silently away from the hall and towards his mount. He couldn't deal with the sorrow that washed over her as she dwelled upon that terrible night. Needing to get her away from here, to a place filled with happier moments. Beryl gave the warm glowing hall one last bitter glance, before climbing up onto the saddle. Endymion mounted behind her in one swift movement, pulling the reigns gingerly to get his horse moving.

They rode down the main road, neither looking back again. The dance taunting them both. As it was in full swing, with merry music and sounds of excited happy voices enjoying the nights festivities.

The night was warm, with a gentle fragrant breeze of wild flowers blowing over the fields. It was a perfect night. A night

Beryl had dreamed of for nearly six years. She leaned back against her prince, basking in the warm comfort he provided.

A sense of security she had missed terribly over the long, lonely years.

Endymion sighed, as he felt her slight weight shift against him. Holding the reigns a little tighter to stave off the impulse to wrap an arm around her middle to make sure she didn't move away. But such intimate contact was to soon, it might frighten or repulse her. She was strung so tight, like a bow string pulled taunt. He had much to atone for, before he offered her his honest affections. By the Gods he had missed her. There had never been a day that he didn't think about her, even for just little while. Wondering how her life was going, worrying about what kind of trouble she might be getting into with out him to protect her. He had so many questions, he didn't even know where to start. But he was sure that he wanted to take this reunion slowly, he did not want to ruin things with her.

The soft lantern light from the modest decorations along the road, cast Beryl in a gentle glow. She clutched the leather horn of his saddle, keeping her eyes sharp as if expecting more of Alan's men to come at her now that they were leaving the village. Endymion had a chance now to really study her. So he took advantage. Her breeches were a faded grey tone. Made of old, boiled leather meant to fit a man's build. They hung strange off her curving hips, bunching around the waist. They were kept in place only because of her wide dagger belt. He wondered were would she have gotten such clothes. When he left she only own a couple cotton dresses and her broad cloth servants uniform.

Her tunic was a dark blue, perhaps velvet cut with more of a feminine appeal. With a curving neckline and modest piece of lace accenting the upper swells of her breasts. Studded down the middle with a line of small silver buttons. Her cloak was heavy and a dull green, a forester's shield against the weather. She must had been living outdoors, no doubt for some time. What had happened to her cottage? Was her mother still alive?

He hadn't hear the whole of the conversation back at the Inn, but enough to ascertain that she was worried. She looked stricken, even though she tried to hide it behind a strong, independent mask. She was fretting about this Alan character and what kind of threat he posed to the village. Even after all those years of being seen as an outcast, a foreigner not to be trusted. She still cared deeply for his home and the people who lived here. She had protected that little girl and he wondered how many nights she taken it upon herself to keep the streets safe for others?

It was then he noticed the small scars along her wrists that spoke of a very unsavoury attack that must have lead her upon this path. The thick calluses on her fingers from hours of weapons training. Confirming that she was no doubt a vigilanty, who had been prowling the village nightly with her own brand of justice. But the Inn keeper seemed to like her, the farmer's saw her as no threat. She seemed to be welcomed among them, so her identity as this nightly soldier of justice must still be a secret. Or they all knew and appreciated what she did for them?

He wished he could gauge her complexion and see if she was healthy or ailing. He wanted to see the mixture of emotions now crossing her beautiful face, echoing in her gorgeous green eyes, but the light was to weak. He was desperate to know every detail of her life since his departure. A cold burn of dread had ignited in his gut at the sight of those scars and he wondered if could endure the tale, if she even wished to tell it.

"Whats the plan, then for you. Beryl?" He offered.

"I wish for you to drop me off at the edge of the village, I plan to scour the countryside tonight and find out where that bastard Alan has encamped his men." She growled back.

"Sounds like a rather miserable way to spend the night." He smiled down at her tenderly.

"There are varying degrees of misery, my lord. Trust me I've known many." She spat back sarcasticly.

Endy heart sank at those words, the guilt he felt at leaving resonating powerfully in his gut like the strike of mace. What had she gone through with out him? Did he have any way to heal the damage the years had wrought upon her heart.

"I have an idea." he smirked, casting his head around as they left the village behind. Gauging his surroundings, searching for that ribbon of deep green in the distance that was his cherished red wood forest. It had been his sanctuary and no doubt became Beryl's as well. He had never liked being indoors for very long. So had spent his youth wandering aimlessly among the towering oaks and red woods of the sprawling forest that was a natural barrier wall around the Golden Palace. He had spent the last six years exploring the world, sleeping out in the open more then in the stuffy confines of local inn's. Even though he had resented the pilgrimage, it had been the source of the most contentment he had felt in his young life. Coming home hadn't been peaceful at all, the turmoil that was now raging inside him was overwhelming. His mind had become a battle ground of waring thoughts. His kingdom was in ruins, his father had become a tyrant and his mother...what had happened to her? She had always been the source of reason that kept his father's radical thinking in check? Even though these worrisome thoughts plagued him, he was unwilling to dwell just yet on the coming heated confrontation between him and his father. He wanted one more night of peace, to bask in the contentment only his forests embrace could provide.

Beryl cast him a confused glance, as he guided the horse off the road. Urging the stallion up a shallow incline of a hill and then down the other side. When she saw the green wood stretching in the distance, a fond, welcoming smile spread over her face and she nodded in understanding.

"Our forest is rather over grown and somewhat untrustworthy now, my lord. Many thieves hide out within the glades. I suggest you leave your steed to roam upon the prairies. We can recall him upon dawn, I am sure he is well trained and will not go far." She warned quietly.

Endymion narrowed his eyes in frustration, at how truly unlawful his kingdom had become. Then mutely coincided, nodding briskly.

The quarter moon was rising over the tree tops when they approached the outer growth of the forest. He dismounted and then kindly helped Beryl down beside him. Once dismounted he dug through his saddle bags for his pack and sleeping roll. Slinging them over his shoulder's, he quickly rummaged through the saddle bag draped over the stallions other flank. Pulling out some dried meat, cheese and a husk of rye bread. Then with a small, eager smile he lifted a worn leather sack from the large storage bag. He tucked the sack carefully in his bag.

"I collected many trinkets for you from my journey." He called, happily. Slapping the stallion's rump to get it moving. Finding Beryl standing upon a grassy bluff a very yards away, staring at him in shocked disbelief that he would be so thoughtful.

He cast her a knowing smile, she was always so stunned to receive kindness. It was humble and tragic at the same time. He lightly placed the small bag of tokens into her hand. She grinned eagerly up at him and like a child, over come by curiosity. She promptly sat upon the hillside, pulling the ties open. He laughed and followed her down to the ground. Watching her fondly as she inspected gratefully every little bobble he had collected for her. He explained each ones significants, how he had never forgotten her. How he had missed her every day and collecting these objects gave him hope that she would still be waiting for him when he got back. Stroking away her tears with his finger's when they came. Caressing her heated cheek tenderly when she became overwhelmed by his sweet words. When his heart had been laid bare and she once more welcomed him back into hers. He gently reached for her hand and strode off down the hillside towards the line of saplings that grew upon the fringe of the forest.

They took to the hills with a jubilant air, as if their youth had reclaimed them. Jogging up steep grades, racing each other among the trees. Seeking to disappear into the forest as they had so frequently as children. Often he found himself lagging behind, just admiring her. She seemed to light hearted now, full of whimsy and cheer. Forgetting he was there several times, she would dart off forcing him to release her hand. To swing herself around spindled trunks of young elms, laughing with a merry abandon. She would remember him then and slow her steps, offering him her hand. Then urging them both deeper into the wood. In the end he refused to let her go again, hanging on tight as her building excitement spurned her into a full sprint down a narrow, winding trail. He laughed along with her, as they disappeared into the thick growth of trees, hand in hand, slowing to a brisk but more reasonable pace.

They cleared the summit of a large hill amid the looming red woods, she stopped in a shaft of illuminated the red tint of her dark brunette hair, accenting her wild, untamed beauty. Glancing around the heavy growth below more cautiously now, searching for the tell tale flicker of fire light. She did not want to stumble upon any brigands encampment, it would really dampen her evening.

"Almost there." She whispered and Endymion could see her eyes sparkling in the dark. "Close your eyes." She turned and grinned up at him. Her face shone with hope, innocently pleading for him to agree to her demands. That he willingly went along with her game.

Endymion gave her an indulgent smile then with a sigh, complied and closed his eyes. She giggled, and it warmed his heart. She sounded just like the little girl he once new. It gave him hope that she wasn't truly lost to the bitterness and hatred he had seen earlier. He followed blindly, as she led him down the hill and to the right. Gently guiding him through the thick trees, towards her secret destination.

"Watch your step, loose stones." She warned, tightening her grip on his hand as they headed upward again. Then veered left and wound down another shallow decline. "Watch out for the roots, lift your legs up high." she instructed. He huffed and did as he was told. "Ok, there's a hole in front of your left foot, lets go around...like this." she mumbled, pulling him out of danger. He felt her stop as he stepped around it and he nearly crashed into her.

Her breath was shallow and hot against his neck, his heart sped up and he swore her's did too. As she quickly cleared her throat and released his hand. Taking a tentative step back, as if seeking some space.

The intimate tension that bloomed between them had been to overwhelming.

"Not to far now, open your eyes." she sighed wistfully.

He slowly opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the dim light. As the lush hidden glade she had lead him into came into focus, his breath left him. It stretch out just below him in the moonlight. with a barrier of dark wild roses growing along it's boundary. Protecting the pale, more delicate flowers that grew within. Giant red woods looming around the glade blocking it from view along the forest paths. Climbing this steep hill seemed the only way to find this secret garden. In the far corner of the glade grew a great willow tree, it's trunk bending towards a dappled stream. The beauty of the place was beyond his words to describe so he merely took her hand and led her down the hill. Giving her an approving smile full of wonder.

"Do you have a name for this place?" He inquired as they ducked under a low branch and entered the secluded garden.

"Mine." She stated, bluntly.

Making him pause and stare back at her. She held his gaze with such strength of conviction he could only nod.

As quickly as the possessive tension between them had risen it evaporated away, back into that safe, secure sense of friendship. She headed over to the willow tree and flopped down on the grass beneath it's flowering canopy. Crossing her arms behind her head to stare up at the stars. He gratefully followed her lead, lying out beside her. Admiring her as much as the blanket of stars above, twinkling majesticly down at them.

"This is my refuge, no one knows of this place but me. I come here to think, to find solace when things get to much for me to handle. I hope that I can trust you to keep this place secret, to keep it hidden. I think losing this place to others would shatter me completely." She admitted, begrudgingly.

Endymion looked down at her and for the first time, he saw a fragility to her that he had never seen before. She had always had a tough veneer, a sense of invulnerability she wore like armour against the worlds constant disappointments. Acting as if nothing truly mattered to her, or that nothing could ever hurt her at least not permanently. She swore always that she was a survivor, spouting her philosophy of ever onward. Like a prayer to keep her heart safe.

He felt her pressence reenter his heart in that same familiar, tender way it had when they were kids. He wanted only to care for her, protect her as he should have over the years. If duty hadn't gotten in the way. He adjusted his position upon the grass, propping himself up on an elbow. Staring down at her with a new found affection, that had not been there or at least not in full bloom when they were children. She was exquisite, her dark beauty bathed in the soft shine of the moonlight. Surrounded by the forest he loved, he couldn't help but feel that same yearning towards her. It was as if the old saying were true, absence truly did make the heart grow fonder.

"Well, what do you think?" She asked, anxiously. Never drawing her face away from the blanket of stars. As if worried he might be disappointed with her refuge. Endymion had always been the leader when they explored the forest, always the one to find the small hidden oasis's that he would eventually share with her. This was her find and she was nervous that it would not compare to the wonder's he had found, or seen beyond Elysian. She was not a self conscious person naturally, but with the Prince. She found herself always striving for equal footing. The ground she sought to climb between them had always been uncertain, she could not always trust her footing would remain solid. It was a tireless journey, a some what unachievable goal. Since his higher station in life always gave him the advantage. But she strove towards being equal none the less.

"It is the most beautiful place I have ever seen." He answered, reaching nervously for a stray strand of dark hair and tucking it sweetly behind her ear. Drawing her attention away from the stars, she smiled cautiously up at him. Wondering what his intentions would be after such an intimate touch.

Awkwardly he leaned over her, drawing closer to her lips. Hoping to find hers willing. He had never kissed a woman before, but his compulsion to do so now, had been beyond his control. It seemed as if every second since meeting her again had lead up to his pivotal moment. He moved with a controlled slowness, pleading to the gods that she wouldn't reject his advances. Wouldn't grow stiff beneath him or shun away in horror. This was a very bold step to take after just finding each other again.

When his intentions became clear, Beryl's heart leaped with joy. She had prayed to the gods for countless years for this very moment. She smiled and closed her eyes, sighing in contentment as she arched upward into his kiss. He was delighted, to feel her move eagerly against him. Her lips were soft and warm, the sensation sending the most welcomed shivers through out his body. Then her hands were cupping his face and drawing him away. At first he thought she was rejecting him, a cold burn ignited in his gut. But as he opened his eyes, he found her staring up at him in wonder.

Then just as the happiness of the moment began to envelop him, his minds eye flashed with a blinding crimson light. He saw the valleys, forests and fields of Elysian burning! The caustic smoke billowed up into the sky blocking the day light and casting the smouldering remains of his kingdom into a suffocating fog.

The farms and villages had been reduced to ashe, the streams ran red with blood. Endymion started to tremble at the sight of the devastation. Never had he experienced such an intense vision of death before.

As a child of the royal house of Elysian it was in his bloodline to possess the power of psychometry.

He couldn't shake himself awake from the premonition of doom. As the blackened earth raised up before him like a mighty tide, with glowing red eyes. That pierced his very soul with a such a sinister aura, he felt himself stop breathing at the terror it instilled upon him.

"Sire!..." Beryl's voice called to him in alarm. "My prince...come back to me." She pleaded, her voice was shaking with worry. She sorrow snapped himself forcefully out his waking nightmare. Never wanting to hear such pain and heartbreak in her voice ever again. In a rush the peaceful atmosphere of the moonlit forest swam back into focus. He took a much needed breath of air, finding her looking up at him with confusion. Her fingers still resting gently upon his cheeks, searching his eyes for clarity that he was with her again.

He slowly reached up and took her hand in his. His own hands shaking uncontrollably. Never in his life had ever experience such raw, hatred. What he saw in those eyes was pure evil and they burned right through him like the fires of hell.

"My Prince..." Beryl's eyes grew darker, with concern. The sparkle of delight now replaced with dire worry.

"I need to work out what I saw before I tell you about it..." He breathed, flopped back upon the grass. Pinching the bridge of his nose, his stomach was cramping and he felt sick. He needed to purge those final reflections of fear and loathing from his soul. Taking one deep breath after another, he sought to calm himself. Focusing on the steady beat of his own heart, meditating as he had been instructed to do when his powers manifested. Allowing the emotional turmoil the vision had inflicted upon him to pass through his body and dissipate into the universe again.

Beryl's concern was growing at every passing moment. Endymion looked horrified and the pallor of his skin was pale, almost greenish. As if he had been poisoned some how by just touching her! She squeezed his hand in a effort to calm him. Never wanting to believe his ailing was her fault, but still she couldn't help the guilt that swamped over her. He was breathing hard, in sharp rapid breaths. Trying to shake the panic and emotional upheaval the vision had incited within him.

Endymion groaned in pain, squeezing his eyes shut. Had he really just witness the end of his kingdom? Was it by war? Or by some other worldly force. Was this outcome avoidable? Could he some how change fate, was it his father's fault or his own? All these warring thoughts ravaged his conscience in a matter of seconds. Going round and round like a snake devouring it own tale.

Thankfully his inherently logical mind took control. His mind cleared and he became acutely aware of what was within his power to control. It wasn't much, but for now he could focus only on his own decisions. He could only work to save his kingdom from eventual destruction, as the pieces of the puzzle presented themselves. With that settled his fear began to subside. He was here to save his people from that horrible fate. Here to protect his best, most dearest friend. She would want for nothing now, he would make sure she was safe and cared for. He could not bear for her to hurt or suffer on her own any longer. He promised himself to always be by her side, to support and aid her in every one of her ambitions. She had always been so much more then just a simple maiden. She wanted to learn, to be self sufficient and successful in this life. She had hopes and dreams far grander then her station and he promised he would be by her side when she achieved them.

He refocused his gaze upon her and smiled. Offering her stricken expression a small, if pleading smile for forgiveness.

As a slow understanding fell over him, he loved her...

Perhaps he had always loved her, he just hadn't been old enough to understand. With this clarity came a sense of assurances that he had come back for a reason. Joy and contentment swelled in his heart as he reached for her again. He took her face in his hands and pulled her into him. Anointing her lips with another more passionate kiss. "I am sorry if I scared you." He whispered against her ear as he released her.

As she pulled back a little, she gave him a tight, understanding smile. "It's ok, but I want you to tell me about what you saw...when your ready." She offered, trying to sound patient. When she actually felt like screaming inside. He had seen something so horrible it had devastated him on the inside, somehow she was connected to that vision. She just knew it! This wasn't the first time she had experienced the Princes celestial powers, she had been around the last time he had had a premonition. As he had tried and failed to protect his favourite steed from being gored by a wild boar, on his father's last hunting expedition. She hated, beyond measure the helpless waiting that followed such visions. Until the portended omens began to show themselves, they wouldn't know what path to follow and what pit falls to avoid.

He caressed her cheek with his fingers, drawing her gaze back to him. He studied her distressed expression with sympathy. He wanted to soothe her worry, assure her that when the time came. He would make the right decisions and save them all. Her eyes sought his, dark with concern and sympathy of her own. She hated that he had to endure such painful sights, the gods were so unfair. He was just a mortal man, how would he change fates plan?

He saw the depth of how much she cared for him, worried about him and a tenderness swelled in his heart. If the final end was coming for them, if he couldn't stop the destruction, as long as they were together he was alright with it. The moonlight shifted in the sky, blanketing the grass around them in a silver light. He leaned down needing to solidify his intent to be with her, she meant everything to him and he could see no future with out her in it. He kissed her lips, lingering longer this time. When he darted his tongue out, giving her plump lower lip a tentative lick. She parted her lips slightly, filling his mouth with her sweet breath. The intimacy was intense and his stomach once again turned queasy. It was a wonderful, dizzying euphoria as he sought to seduce her. His hands roved over her body, touching, caressing every inch of her hips and stomach. Seeking the courage to release her from her confining clothes.

He drew back as he felt her begin to tremble under his hands. Finding her gazing up at him with both awe and worry. "Is this what you truly want? My prince?" She whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. If he was to belittle what was happening between them, or even laugh at the prospect of bedding her. She knew her heart would shatter completely. Nothing good or pure ever happened to her and she was having a very hard time accepting that perhaps this time, her greatest wish was actually coming true.

Endymion was astonished at how fragile she looked. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears, her body rigid and quivering with raw nerves.

"Want..." He mulled the word over for a bit. The ramifications of what he was planing to do with her, hitting home. She was a peasant and he was royalty. He could never marry her or love her openly at court. She would become his dirty little secret, a kept woman that he would retreat to for solace and momentary physical gratification. Was this something Beryl could accept?

"I need you...Beryl. But do you want to be with me knowing that we could never marry or love each other openly? That I would have to eventually marry some prim and proper, self involved princess. Make her my queen instead of you. That I would have to sow my seed inside of her to create a so called proper, royal heir. Are you alright with being my secret beloved only? " He asked, nervously.

Her face held no trepidation or shame. She stared directly up at him. "I've wished for you make me yours for countless years. I have dreamed of this moment, it was what gave me hope that I would see you again. I don't care what the world thinks of me, I only care about how you view me. I am fine with being the other women as long as I know your heart is devoted to me only." She gasped, forcing herself to speak through the tears. "I only want you to love me." She finished, drawing him down upon her. Ducking her head into the hollow between his neck and shoulder's as shuddering sobs over took her. Clutching at his back and holding him close, needing the reassurance of his weight upon her to soothe the ache she felt deep inside. She could never truly have him as she had truly dreamed, she could never be his equal. She would have to compromise if she wanted to claim even a shred of her happiness. Being with him in anyway she could have him would be good enough for her ,she promised herself.

When she composed herself, he drew away.

Offering her that same, crooked, reassuring smile she remembered from their youth. Then he loosened the draw string of her cloak, allowing it to fall back upon the ground. "I have never really done this before...no woman has ever compelled me enough to try." His shy compliment and admittance to his virginity was humbling. Beryl smiled sweetly up at him, appreciating his honest candour with her. That fact that he put on no airs around her, that with her he was true self meant more to her then anything. His own cloak quickly followed, he spread them out and soon he had positioned them upon the makeshift bed. He marvelled at how bold and self assured she was. As she lay beneath him upon their cloaks, unbuttoning her tunic one silver button at a time. As she drew the garment over her head, casting it aside. Revealing to him the full, bare swells of her breasts. They were flawless, soft curves with sweet pink nipples. He felt all the blood drain from his face and pool somewhere below his waist. Painfully aware of how nervous he truly was about making love to her. He had never done this before and was worried his performance might be rather underwhelming.

While he fretted over his coming performance, she deftly disrobed him of his own shirt. Admiring his strong, well muscled chest. He's body was perfect and incredibly hard. Every curve and valley of his chest was finely sculpted. From his narrow hips to his broad shoulders. His abdomen was solidly formed with six tight packs of hard muscle. He was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.

Then she stilled his worries with a kiss, leaning up and sealing her mouth to his. Her tongue slid sensuously inside his mouth. Making all his senses scatter to the winds, with her bare breasts pressed up against his heated skin. Her nipples were hard and the friction of them rubbing against him was beyond compare. His cock was now straining against his breeches, it was perverse how easily she had taken the lead in their love making. He felt more like the virginal maiden, then she was...then it struck him like a bolt of lightening.

He grabbed her shoulder's and pushed her forcefully away from him. Their lips parted with a loud smacking sound, as she stared up at him in both alarm and uncertainty. His retreat had been so abrupt so forceful she was left floundering as to what to do or what might have happened to dampen their passion.

"Has a man ever bedded you?" he inquired, softly.

Beryl swallowed hard, shame and regret heating her face as she rolled away. Feeling that perhaps this was a mistake, he could never forgive her what she had done to survive.

"This was a mistake...I should go." She whispered, frustrated at how pathetic and hurt she sounded.

"Beryl..." He urged, refusing to allow her to leave. Grappling her by the shoulder's and pressing her back down upon their cloaks. "I won't judge you, I just really need to know. You seem so much more confident in this then I am."

She refused to look at him, casting her head to the side and staring off into the night with a haunted, pained expression. "Several years ago, my mother got very sick. She couldn't work at the Palace any more and I couldn't seem to make enough money to pay for the proper healers or the medicines with proper work. " She took a deep breath, needing to fortify herself. This confession was painful and she hated having to resurrect such detestable memories. "It wasn't my first choice, but I was desperate. So I sold my virginity to Alan of Makaiju for a hefty enough sum. It was enough to pay for my mother's medicine and make sure we did not starve that winter. But my mother died anyway by spring and the money didn't last nearly long enough. I soon found myself once again selling my services to other men. It took me a long time to free myself from that less then desirable profession. I will never prostitute myself ever again!" Admitting that she was sullied, hurt deeply. As if a jagged knife had just been sliced across her heart, leaving it shredded and struggling to beat. He would never want some other man's whore, her silly girlish dreams of being his woman were now ash. She attempted to curl herself away from him, fighting against the sobs that were threatening again. But this time they were not tears of joy but anguish.

"Come' ere." he growled as she desperately tried to disentangle herself from him. He shoved her down on the ground again, taking full control. He was spurned now by an intense desire to brand her, mark her as his and make damn sure she knew whom she belonged to. No other man would ever have her this way again. All his nervous feelings had fled, he threw caution to the wind and allowed his passions to guide him. He promised himself that she would know with out a doubt tonight that he wanted her, just as she was.

A frightened gasp escaped her mouth, before he covered it with his. His tongue rasped against her lips, light and coaxing. He teased the seam of the mouth, urging her to open to him. Slowly her rigid posture, relaxed and she melted against him again. Curling her arms around his neck and delving her fingers into his thick dark hair. Sighing in utter bliss as he pillaged her mouth with his tongue. Probing the inside of her mouth, stroking her tongue with delicate precision. Each caress of his hands against the soft flesh of her sides incited a deep response inside her stomach. A penetrating ache started to throb down low near her sex. She craved him like a drug, her exploring hands now rubbing eagerly over his shoulder blades. Enjoying how the tight muscles there bunched and flexed as he stared to unbuckle her dagger belt and push her trouser's down her hips.

His kisses were making her skin tingle, her breasts felt heavy and a cagey jittery feeling was creeping up her spine.

Making her squirm with need. She couldn't wait any longer she needed him inside! The anticipation was to painful.

Her hands were trembling horribly as she sought the button of his own breeches. When he pulled away she was left dazed and utterly defenceless against him. As he pulled her pants clear off her legs, tossing her dagger belt with a dull thud soon after. Leaving her in nothing by her panties, to shield what she had left of her dignity. He was acting like a man possessed, the tender, nervous young man he had been at the beginning had been replaced by a fierce lover, intend on claiming her in every way.

She braced her palms upon his chest, as he shimmied out of his own pants. Tossing his sword belt aside, it hit the ground with a dull thud at the base of the willow tree.

She blinked rapidly trying to reclaim some of her senses, as he hovered over her. His powerful body was amazing, the rock hard contours her hands were skimming over was intoxicating. He was so gorgeous, like a majestic lion. He sought to dominate her smaller body with his, cover her completely. She felt vulnerable and naked, spread out beneath him like a frail little lamb. As he slacked his lust upon every inch of her hot skin. Licking her throat from her chin to her collar bone, again and again. A low possessive growl issued from his chest, as he devoured her neck.

Suckling hard upon her earlobe, "You are beautiful and you are mine." he whispered in a husky, breathless voice. Before laying a path of kissed downwards towards her breasts, sending a layer of gooseflesh to dot her skin.

She shivered at the carnality of his voice, her skin felt far to tight, hot and twitchy. As his palms glided up her waist and then up, his finger's dug into her flesh. Branding her skin with the heat of his touch, as they moved over every inch of her body.

He cupped a breast in his large hand, palming it again and again. As it swelled into his touch, her nipples beaded so tight. Tiny echos of pleasure began to course through her belly, igniting that familiar burn from deep inside her sex.

Then his lips ghosted over that already over sensitive nipple, as he flicked his tongue over the hard nub. She promptly called out as a small orgasm rocked her body. He suckled hard upon her breast, nibbling at the curving swell as he moved to the other breast. Leaving the first wet and chilled in the warm air, as he mouthed the other. Luxuriating upon her breasts, in a relaxed, easy manner that was driving her crazy. He suckled in turns, gentle and rhythmic. His tongue circling the sensitive flesh surrounding her nipples. She arched against him, crying out again her hands flying into his hair.

"Your skin is so soft, its exquisite." he muttered, lapping and suckling tenderly upon her nipple. He trailed a hand down her flank,his finger's searching downward for her sex.

She tried to breath, but her lungs burned with the effort. Left panting in shallow gasps, as he drove her lust to new heights. Not knowing where to caress him next and overwhelmed by his seduction, she allowed her arms to flop down upon the earth. Her hands curled wantonly towards her cheeks, her chest heaving with desire as his hand finally palmed her sex beneath her underwear.

She raked her eyes down his rugged body, needing to see the steel length of his erection currently thrusting proudly against her stomach. With a nervous swallow she found her courage and pulled his underwear down his legs. Releasing his cock into view. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. Jutting so hard, so hot and heavy towards her. He was large, the rigid length was more then she had ever seen before. It honestly didn't surprise her, he had never been average. Not in intellect or in physical ability, it wasn't a stretch that he would be well endowed down there as well.

As he raised his head from her breast, she offered him an eager, approving smile. He chuckled, somewhat smugly as he pushed her panties down her legs. Then his questing finger's once resting comfortingly against her sex, delved between the wet folds. His fingers rubbed gently against a very sensitive spot at the apex of her sex. Slowly applying more pressure and rolling the nub in a circular fashion. Beryl gasped in shock that he was so knowledgable about pleasuring a woman, when just a few minutes ago he had admitted this was his first time.

Endymion smiled proudly down at her, catching on to her astonishment. "I was always in the pressence of four much older, much more experienced princes. Who were rather boastful about their own conquests over the years. So I was able to learn, albeit by osmosis how to please a woman." He offered.

Beryl sighed and laughed softly, squeezing her eyes shut tight as her body was bombarded with the most intense waves of pleasure. Her body tightened again, her inner muscles clenching hard. She felt like she was falling, precarious and out of control.

"Endymion!" She cried and bucked into his hand.

Never had she used his name so formally, Endymion was startled at first. Then an amused smile pulled upon his lips, hearing her cry out his name so passionately felt right. If things had been different, if she had been born into a higher station then she may have always regarded him by his first name and not his title.

His name had fallen loose in a wanton cry of rapture, her blurry mind slowly came to understand her digression. Her face instantly heated up in mortification, realizing she had a death grip upon his hair at the same time. She laughed softly and let go, her hands falling limply back to the ground.

He continued onward with his chosen seduction of her. Trailing his tongue down her midline, circling her belly button briefly as he continued on course towards the area his finger's were currently caressing. Leaving a damp trail down from her breasts over the trembling flesh of her stomach. As she was now heaving for breath, never had she ever been worshiped so passionately by a man. Endymion was focused solely on her pleasure, wanting to give her the most wonderful experience possible. She felt cherished and...loved.

The tears of gratitude overflowed her eyes and trailed silently down her face, as she watched him anoint the silken skin of her inner thigh with his kisses. She propped herself up on her elbows watching with fascination as he drew closer to the place that was now aching for him.

Wondering if he was going to kiss her there? If it was a decent thing for a prince to do. She was nothing...a common woman. She didn't deserve a royal, paying such erotic homage to her.

When his mouth found her heat with a lusty, sinful kiss. It made every muscle in her body twitch and convulse as if she had just been struck by lightening.

She knew she should tell him to stop, that it wasn't right. Offer to lavish him in the attentions he deserved, but by the gods she couldn't do more then lay there and pant in breathless gasps. She couldn't think beyond anything but for him not to stop.

Please don't stop...

"I need to be inside of you..." he muttered against her most intimate flesh.

Her legs spread wider with out further coaxing. Inviting him to enter her, but he was once again taking his time pleasing her. His mouth was making her dizzy and mindless, his tongue delved deep inside of her. Lapping at her folds and spearing her again and again. It was hot and erotic, the pleasure washing over her was indescribable. It soared up from her belly, making her vision water with more tears. Her fingers twisted into the folds of their cloaks worried if she didn't hang on tight then she might just fly off somewhere in pure ecstasy. She had no control over herself any longer, bucking and twisting. Her body shaking with the tremors from deep inside, her thighs shivering as she became a mass of quaking, yearning flesh.

"Are you ready for me?" he inquired, his voice was deep, resonating with a hoarse, desperate tone.

She opened her eyes staring down at him with yearning, finding his dark blue eyes bright and savage with want.

"I am." She breathed.

Endymion gave her an approving smile, moving up her body swiftly. He cupped her bottom with one hand, adjusting her posture to fit against him more easily. He settled himself between her legs. She could feel him, hot and incredibly hard, cradled against her entrance.

They stared up into each others eyes for a moment, speaking with out words how much this moment meant to each of them. They were best friends and now they would become so much more then just that. After tonight they would be lovers, they would know everything that their was about each other.

He leaned down and fused his mouth over hers, as he sank himself slowly inside of her. She opened her mouth, putting all her passion, all of her need, all of her love into that kiss.

He crossed his arms beneath her, pulled up close to his chest. Holding her tightly, as he began to rock himself gently inside of her, striving to go deeper. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulder's and dug her finger's into his back. All the while she was kissing him, tasting every inch of his mouth. Devouring him, absorbing him, breathing him in with every gasp of air.

He moaned low in his throat as he felt her surround him. She stretched to accommodate him, her inner muscles wrapping around him like a snug sword sheath.

She felt wonderful...

She felt perfect...

This was home...

He kissed her again, then rested his forehead against hers. Their eyes were close, he was soon enraptured by the pure, emerald depths of her eyes. So vibrant and shimmering with tears, as she took in one ragged breath after another. She was exhilarated, but scared at the same time. Never had she ever felt so vulnerable before.

"I will never hurt you." He promised.

"I know..." She breathed, blinking back tears as she smiled weakly. Wanting more then anything to trust his words. Believing that he would always care for her in some way, cherish this time together. She loved him with all of her heart, had for a very long time. But she knew deep down, that he could never truly love her back. Even though he might not want to hurt her. He was destined to, she just hoped when the time came for him to move on to his future wife she would be able to let him go.

She raised her hips to greet his thrust more fully. When their lips touched again, they met with a tenderness. Moving in a delicate dance of sensual lust.

Slowly his hips moved forward, pushing himself deeper inside. Once seated firmly to the hilt, he began a slow, gentle rhythm that was stirring her insides into a frenzy. She melded against him, as he held her close. Surrendering to him, to his power and his need.

Basking in his affection and desire for her, at this moment she had become the whole of his universe. She wished to cherish this moment for the rest of her life, searing it into her memory. So that when her life took the inevitable turn back towards struggle and suffering she could resurrect this night and find solace in it's existence. Knowing that at one time her one true love had loved her back.

The muscles in his back rippled and bulged as he moved within her. Her finger's grasped and dancing across his shoulder' blades seeking purchase as his pace increased. She needed desperately to anchor herself, as she felt herself flying apart. His thrusts became more forceful, his low sounds of pleasure vibrated against the crown of her head. As she was completely cradled in his arms, held tight and dominated as he sought his pleasure. His sighs mixed with hers, the air around them was heavy with the scent of their loving.

The strength of his arms holding her comforted her like nothing else could, but she needed more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding onto him tight with her arms until she felt they were completely entwined. She never wanted to let him go, never wanted them to come apart.

He was pounding himself inside of her, his movement were frantic and wild. The sound of his hips impacting against her flesh echoed around them. Unable to control his desires to sate the restless need he felt for release.

She held on, the pleasurable stirring of her own climax rippled through her. He had her pressed up against his chest so tightly, breathing hurt, so she stopped. Closing her eyes she reached for that irrepressible sensation of bliss, then she came apart in his arms. Screaming to the heavens as the arched against him. Her orgasm exploding inside of her like fireworks, from deep within her body. Every corner of her body was filled with pure rapture. Pulsing and exploding deep inside her belly, rippling over her, all they way down to her toes. That were currently curled and her thighs had a death grip on his hips.

She was totally bewildered by the intensity of the moment. She had lost all control of her body, she couldn't form thoughts not even words. Her body felt limp, sated and relaxed. Unable to do anything but feel the final ebbing sensations of her release. Left helpless to lie in his arms, as he whispered soft words into her ear. Thrusting once, twice more deep inside of her. Moaning low and languidly as his own release rocked through his body. Slumping over her, pressing her into the earth, his softening shaft still seated firmly inside of her.

She was completely bewildered by what had just occurred between them. Her eyes were misty and unfocused, as she nestled her face into the crook of his neck. She felt boneless, so sated and relaxed she could easily fall asleep here under the stars. Endymion rested over her for a brief time, calming down from his erotic high. Breathing her in deeply, holding her close, stroking her hair and soothing her with tender words of affection. Finally he eased himself to the side of her, pressing a kiss to her temple as she curled in close to his side. Seeking his warmth and more of his comfort. He let his cheek rest against the side of her head.

"My lord..." She whispered, nervously.

It took him a moment to respond, as he was falling into that blissful sleep that accompanied strenuous love making.

"Aye..."

"I love you..." She whispered.

He sighed happily and hugged her closer to him. Yawning, she snuggled deeper into his embrace allowing sleep to claim her. Knowing with out words that he had just expressed how much he loved her too.

She wanted to stay in that memory, but the merciless, unyielding cog that was time thrust her forward. Forcing her to relive every brutal emotion, every tragic betrayal that had ultimately corrupted her soul in that life and sealed her ultimate fate. The agony of the lives to follow, ravaged her soul, twisting her heart and pulling her spirit down into that dark abyss where the monster's she knew were laying in wait for her. Devoured all the tattered pieces that were left of her...