Title: World of the Heart and the Shadow of the Twin Goddesses.


Disclaimer: This is a crossover of Magic Knight Rayearth, with elements of Ancient Book of Ys I & II, and some other elements taken of various games from that action-rpg saga. Only the plot presented in this story is 'original'. MKR characters belong to CLAMP, and those of Ys saga belong to Nihon Falcom Co. Enjoy the Story.

Also, this is a translation made by myself of the original story in spanish: "El Mundo del Corazón y la Sombra de las Dos Diosas", also available in this site.

" .... " : character speech aloud.

'* …... *': character thoughts.

In the Previous Chapter:

"Duless... Duless..." while he starts clutching her hand harder and harder. "Duless..... DULESS!!!" the man finally exclaims with despair and starts to sream and shaking uncontrollably. "GRAAAAAAARRRRGHH!" while Presea feels how her hand is being clutched harder and harder, without being able to break free... until the point that her hand hurts, a lot. The man screams once more, and shakes again. Finally he releases her hand and sits in the bed, unexpectedly quick for his size and state, startling her. HE es breathing hard and deep, as if he just woke up from the worst nightmare he had in his life, and Presea knows that is really was, because with the pain that she still feels in her hand, somehow she got an idea of how terrifying was his nightmare.


Prelude part 2: "Cleria; A coin has always two sides."

Presea moans because of the recent pain in her hand, and falls back into the chair where she sat, when she saw the reaction of the man that just woke up. She manages to recover, while he is still breathing hard, without realizing that there is someone next to him. "Easy.... take it easy. It was just a bad dream. It just went by, and whatever you dreamed about, it's just that... a dream..." said with a soft voice, to calm him and be able to get some answers to her doubts. "You're safe here, in here, the Fortress in the Forest of Silence."

After hearing her, he raises his face, to look her in the eyes... "Thanks..." said with a dry and raspy voice, but with some gentleness -being thirsty makes voice dry and raspy-.

"My name is Presea, and i am the Master Pharle of Cephiro.," she said with a smile that spoke of her relief of him being able to answer her. "I'm in charge of crafteing weaponry for the Cephran people using Magic. It's good to see you awake, Kevin. You had us worried."

"How do you know my name?" he asked a bit surprised.

"When we found you going between consciousness and unconsciousness, you told us your name and then fainted. Then we brought you here." kindly answered her.

"Thank you again for taking care of me..."he said while trying to get out of the bed.

"No, no, no," Presea looked at him, putting a more serious face. "You'll have nothing of that. You've just woken up of who-knows-what wasted you so and it wouldn't be any good for you to get up, and end up face in the floor. Stay put, and i'll bring lunch. Will keep you company, beacuase i was going to eat something, but i had some sort of little incident...." she continued, now putting an upset face.

Kevin saw the unexpected change of expression of his host and got a bit startled; Presea noticed this, then she relaxed a bit and smiled again, an act that relieved him.

"No, don't worry. I wasn't talking about you; it's just that i have a friend with a prankster spirit and i happen to be an innocent victim of his not so innocent actions." she said him with a smile in her face. "But it seems that because of him i was able to be here in time to see you wake up. Well... for the time being i'm not going to do anything to him." She finished with a mischievous grin.

"Hehehehe, anyways, it seems that you like him as a friend." he said, somewhat amused by the various reactions that the woman in front of him had shown. '*I don't recall in my life to have seen a woman as beautiful as her.*' he thought. '*she seems to have a bit of a temper, though. Will make sure to tread softly around her, don't want to see her pissed off... at least not with me.*' he smiled then.

"Something like that." she answered. "Wait here please. I'm getting the lunch, it's about time." she the stood up and went to the dining room, and found a floating magic-cart for carrying the food, drinks and dining set; the little banquet ready for a meal, with a new lemon pie. And next to all that, a small white feather.

'*Thanks again, Mokona.*' She thought happily. '*But don't you just think that this'll save you from the next time you play a little prank on me.*' Then she smiled mischievously, almost borderline on evil. '*Punishment! Harsh Punishment! Ohohohoho!*'

Presea and Kevin have lunch together and she can get the details she wanted and tells some of her -not her age, that could be a really touchy subject with any cephran female, mind you-; he is 30 years old, and with the exception of his name, he can't seem to remember anything of his life until his nightmare and recent awakening. He tells her about it; he can't grasp how he knew those names, and he just has some kind of gut feeling about the last one: just thinking about it, Duless, sent shivers through him, and it triggered an irrational hatred inside him. He doesn't remember seeing any faces. He was in the middle of an absolute darkness standing over something solid, and he heard two female voices, one of a higher tone, and the other with a bit lower tone (2), speaking the names simoltaneously, and when they said the last one, both started screaming as in severe pain; for some reason he felt pain, without being able to say if it was the same that the owner of the voices felt. At some distance there is a light coming from above, lightinh some sort of painting, a huge one that could easily use a good part of some castle wall, about 3 meters of height and 5 meters wide. In it, were two women with angel wings on their backs both wearing dresses of a very light blue color, one with blue hair -slightly darker than Umi's- and the other with lavender hair, both with hair length a bit lower than mid-back; he wasn't able to discern faces. Between the ladies, there was a black sphere with the diameter about the arm of one of the women, but the unusual thing in the painting was that inside the black orb there was something that looked like some sort of flame that is not quiet -it move even though it's a painting; it's the only moving thing of the portrait-. He couldn't remember anything else because he woke up when he realized the out-of-the-usual thing in the portrait. Presea makes a mental note of telling Madoushi Clef about this dream. Maybe he might be able to discern something useful about the name, from everything he has read in his long lifetime.

They finish the meal. He es way better, and lost the raspy and dry voice, so now is more fliud and soft, but kind of a medium-low tome (3). He feels a bit tired. "It seems that slumber is calling again for me." He just finished saying that, yawned, and layed again in the bed, falling instantly asleep.

'*What a good meal, but i hope that Mokona didn't put somethink to make us sleepy because i have to work now, and i've got loads of it.*' She thought while she was standing up without any sign of fatigue or drowsiness. '*Seems that it was just him; well, now i've got to make some tests on this dagger.*' added for herseld while she was going to a room that she had designed specially for testing weapons of unknown metals in case anything went awry. In that room: At first glance she was quite puzzled, because her first impression of the dagger is that it was made from silver, but it wasn't directly that... it has some other stuff, that you can't find in Cephiro, and because of that she can't name it. Her tests had an interesting but unexpected result, it can channel magic fairly well, allowing to achieve something that without any material available in Cephiro, including Escudo it was simply impossible to do: to imbue an elemental atribute to the weapon, channeling one's own magic into the weapon. She didn't know if this would be of any use, because in Cephiro there were no monsters that were inmune to all forms of magic; there were some with elemental properties, but magic had always worked if you had a strong will.

"Oh no!!" she exclaimed aloud, horrified after seeing that when making the dagger endure a last test, a stress test to compare it with different materials available in Cephiro, the dagger ends up as a pile of s shiny, silver-like dust.

Suddenly, before her appear three spheres: a red one, a blue, and finally a green one, that reveal themselves as the jewel-gloves, the equipment of the Magic Knights set over a work table. Then, the weapons of the girls from another world appear before her floating in mid-air, with the jewel-gloves over the hilt of their respective sword.

"Presea, Master Pharle of Cephiro." speaks a deep voice direclty into her heart. "Thou art the only one capable of the task that fate assigned to thee. Until not so long ago, the Legendary Magic Knight were only an instrument meant for harsh and swift punishment towards the Pillars that failed in their tasks. Since the System changed they are now charged with the holy duty of protecting Cephiro until the end of their days, then the mantle of honour and duty shalt be passed on. The weapon that thou hadst turned into dust, is of a metal not of this world that be named Cleria. The dagger hath broken because it be not in its world where its forging hath taken place; the way to channel the Power of Creation there be not the same of thine Cephiro: here the Strength of thy Heart determines everything, making solid the weapons that thou create as a Master Pharle."

'*Cleria... is one of the words that Kevin mentioned in his dream...*' Presea thought.

"Cleria can only be made through magic," the voice went on. "Needing as a base some silver, a bit of the forbidden mineral called 'Mal', the Power of Creation as a catalyst of sorts, and one last thing: demonic blood."

Presea felt horrified when she thought of the components, how could it be possible to make a magic metal like that using things that were both good and evil. She couldn't grasp, nor like it.

"Child, thou must be aware that tools, be whatever what it may the way that they art made, they still art mediums to achieve an end, not the end itself. It depends on how thou make use of them if thy actions shalt be considered Right or Wrong. Even thyself, after the tragedy that was meant to be with the summoning of The Legendary Magic Knights; thou knowst that even if it brought good, it was at an expensive cost: the inocence of three girls. In the olden days, this legend was meant only to summon a carnage to apply justice according to the law that the Pillar hath to obey; but it was finished by the Supreme Lord of the Universe, because he considered that it was too much carnage and destruction as a price for the rebirth of a world. Thus, when Emeraude drained her life force to summon the Magic Knights, he made sure by himself that the magic chose the three girls with the purest heart it could find, instead of letting the natural course of carnage to be fulfilled. As a result, Cephiro hath changed for good, thanks to the Strength of those Pure Hearts and the will of the People of Cephiro."

She was shocked before those revelations, not knowing what to think, say or do.

"For what shalt be coming, thou wilt be working first on the weapons of the Magic Knight. I shalt guide thee with the prayer to join the Cleria with the Escudo in the equipment of the Magic Knights."

Presea felt how her body and soul was being filled by magic power; she knelt and changed to her ceremonial dress for creatin and started to spell in her mind some words in an ancient tongue of Cephiro, lost to almost everyone but her guild. Slowly she understood the meaning of the prayer. It was an hymn with encountered emotions: happiness and laments. It gave a sensation of tragedy at the beginning, but in the end it gave hope. As the prayer was repeated like a mantra, part of the dust that was now the dagger started to be channeled into the weapons and the jewel-gloves making them glow softly, increasing the brightness until it could be considered as blinding as looking directly to the sun. Once the glow was gone, Presea felt that it was safe to open her eyes, and was able to discern the changes the weapons experienced; some were quite subtle, almost impossible to perceive by someone not trained like her. Even then it took a bit of time for her to do so.

Every one of the swords had something different in the edge, like a leyline that could easily channel the magic. For Hikaru's sword, on top of the hilt now was a red jewel, that would be used as the entry way to channel the magic of its owner. Umi's sword, a blue jewel for the same puspose. But for Fuu it was a bit different; surrounding the green gem in her sword, at its sides appeared two pairs of wings with the feathers colored in a soft green. Making some soft of handguard for the weapon.

Changes in the armor she wasn't able to see them because they had to be worn by the girls.

She realized that half of the Cleria dust was used up, when she heard the voice again.

"Thy new task henceforth, added to thy old ones, be to equip every existing weapon in Cephiro with Cleria. I shalt provide with enough for equipping all the Castle Guard, and every single weapon in the armory that can be used by any person. Those meant only for its owner will come to thee sooner or later for maintenance. Thou shalt work on them, without telling of what thou hast done in their weapons until The 'Hour of Destiny' hath finally come. Thou shalt use the precious dust into weapons of those who be able to cast magic, lest it be wasted. The only exception being Dal LaFarga. He shalt be needing it soon. Thou can ignore this once thou art supplied with demon blood, for then thou shalt have all what be needed to make Cleria. I be advising thee as well to use a bit in armors, charms, and jewels meant to protect that you be able to; Cleria used this way shalt prove useful to protect from harmful magic and poisons that might affect its owner."

Presea still was horrified, but a felt little bit easier after having heard this.

"This shalt be a need to finish the dark fruits that now be sown, for later be reapt. Regretfully I be not able to tell how many years, but was allowed to prepare thee. Thou shalt know that the 'Hour of Destiny' hath come at last when a bright light of hope shalt utterly vanquish a dire menace that seemed to be hopeless. Within that ray of light, shalt be the bearer of a sword made of Cleria and another material not available in this realm, and the original catalyst for the Cleria; also six tomes of arcane wisdom shalt come with that one, bearing important secrets to save or terminate lives."

"I advise thee to get apprentices to work in the creation of equipment, but none of them shalt be able to work on the Escudo, nor imbue it with Cleria, nor endowing Cleria to any other piece made of any material available in Cephiro, for this psalm that I taught thee, is only meant to be spelt with the certainty of being still alive after finishing it, by a Master Pharle, and thou art aware of the price to be paid to become one. Nonetheless, thy pupils shall relieve you from a mountain of work that might prove fatal for thine existence, and as of now thou art precious to Cephiro, for it wilt be no one capable of giving people the tools needed to combat the monsters made by their own fears. Even though there shalt be reasons to be afraid, I trust the people of Cephiro. They hath already proven their complete joint Strength of Heart, when believing in the Magic Knights to be able to vanquish Debonair, and thank to all of them it was possible to make Cephiro to be reborn more beautiful than never before."

"Thou shalt share this only with Madoushi Clef. The equipment of the Magic Knight shalt be in thy care until a time later. I be not able to tell when for even I know not that time. Cannot say as well what shalt happen in a complete way, I be only allowed to show glimpses; and thou art the one that have to walk the road. Strenghten thy bonds with the other kingdoms in this realm, for when the siege of the dark tide that shalt come thou hast steadfast and reliable allies. When the siege hath begun thou shalt be able to get the last item needed to refine Cleria, and thou shalt be allowed to teach thy apprentices to convert the ingredients unto Cleria. Thou shalt notice that every single weapon imbued with Cleria, will have a transparent jewel that shalt darken iwhen it damages demons, and when it be pitch dark, said weapon shalt not absorb anymore blood of a single demon. Now, thou shalt be granted with the prayers and psalms required for: extracting demon blood from the jewels to vials, and the one that be refining the ingredients into Cleria."

In Presea's mind, the prayers flow for some instants and she realized that they're memorized into her. Also, she knows the exact proportions for mixing and refining Cleria.

"The signal that shalt mark the beginning of the onslaught or siege, whatever thee wish to name it, will be when a slain demon turns into a murdered innocent one, or when a complete city is turned to stone almost in its entirety, excepting those uncapable of fending for themselves and be at risk of death by hunger or thirst."

"Finally, nor thee, nor Madoushi Clef shall tell a word of this nor to the Magic Knights or any mortal of this realm or neighboring ones until the 'Hour of Destiny' finally hath come to be. Only then thou shalt be allowed to speak aloud of this, for thou art knowing of the demonic onslaught that be going to ravage Cephiro as fiercely as a Pillar War. In part, this be a new test for thine hearts and thou shalt face it. In this same moment i be speaking to Clef of these affairs we hath spoken. Both shalt be bound to the Oath of Silence that not only is going to make you relive the pain of the trial thou hath faced to become what thou art now; after that pain be gone, it is only sure that a heartless death sentence shalt be cast upon thee before the 'Hour of Destiny'. With that, in thine consciences is the burden of being the ones that for a time shalt uphold Cephiro's destiny, be it to salvation or armageddon. This condition I be imposing it upon thee not to my leisure; it be the condition under which I be able to intervene in these affairs, and as harsh as it might seem, is for the best of Cephiro."

The voice ends its speech, and in the room two boxes of about 1 cubic meter are materialized in a flash of light. Each one has Cleria, turned to dust. Then, the jewel-gloves of the Magic Knights dissapear in a soft light and Presea is aware that they went to the place where she holds them safe. Finally something totally unexpected to her, a chocolate bar of a first-quality brand available in the world of the Magic Knights, and another little white feather, that will fade into little wisps of light.

"Well..... aren't you quite the professional blackmailer, Mokona?... I have no other choice but to accept." muttered moodily Presea, and then smiling as a little girl when ripping open the chocolate bar.


Some months later, Cephran time:

With the passage of time, Presea's guest was quite the helper in home stuff, like cleaning, cooking, moving stuff and doing some errands to the city that was close by.

Said city, Sirenia (4), was enclosed into sturdy walls, given the economic growth of the kingdom, and the fact that the embassy of Autozam in Cephiro, that in the outside it looks like just another big house – well, a mansion enclosed into walls- but in the inside it has all the lodgings that Autozam people are used to, and useful stuff they've found in Cephiro.

Some day, Kevin realized that he wanted to do another things; life in the armory was nice, because he had company for small talk, because of the arrival of the four fledgling Pharles. Two ladies: Celica and Astra, not looking a day older than 18; and the Two lads: Lothar and Griswold, about the same age-look. The apprentices had quite a mountain of work, but they learnt fast. Presea was a good teacher, but if someone didn't catch quickly the trade or messed up badly, her temper was quick to erupt into her usual 'punishment-mode'. Sometimes, Mokona dropped by to say "Pu!" or something like that and to unleash some pranks on Presea, just for the sake of old times; the kids, as she called them with a certain degree of fondness, laughed while working like madmen.

End Prelude Part 2.


Author Note:

- Remember that i use the metric system. Asking for changing it will get you nowhere. Use an online calculator to do the math.

- Since english isn't my native language, corrections in grammar, spelling and all that stuff to make this story better are welcome with open arms.

- My most sincere apologies for the "old english". Definitely not my forte. Ways to make it sound more consistent are quite welcome.

- Thought the character Kevin might look original, it is not. For purposes of this story i changed his name from Keith. Just for storytelling purposes, given his amnesiac background.

- I took the idea of the mineral 'Mal', from the excellent masterpiece of a fanfic 'Ice and Snow' written by ViscountessKiera. Available in this same site and section (rayearth). All credits for this are only hers ;). And take the time to read that story; simply put, it is a 'Jewel in the Garden'.

- The names of the male apprentices come from Warcraft and Diablo. I'm not that original to name characters when in a pinch or writing urge.

- Remember that in Cephiro physical appearance usually does not reflect the age of the person. (Hey, Presea might be about 300 hundred y.o!!... "I heard that, you author!". – 'Me and my mouth... ahem,... fingers....' [escapes from an angry lady with a sledgehammer using Mokona-learned-techniques]).

(2): soprano, mezzo-soprano respectively.

(3): baritone.

(4): I don't remember the exact name of the city in the TV-Series. From now on it shall be named this way for this story :D. It's a coincidence that it has the same name as one of my favourite Metal music groups, but the reason of the name is not that one... I was inspired by the GF Siren of FFVIII, that silences enemies forbidding them to use magic.