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Ch. 2 Story Telling


Kurt sat on a tree branch, staring over the hills. He seemed so lost in his thought. The light breeze blew, causing his long silver robe to sway in the wind.

"Kurtie." A blonde called from the ground. Receiving no responses, she leapt and landed on the branch. She called again, "Kurtie?"

"Oh… Brittany." The boy snapped out from his musing and turned to look at his blonde. "What're you doing?"

"Thinking." Kurt answered before staring into space again.

Brittany studied his face for a while, before she said,

"You're still in deep thought about that incident, right?"

10 days earlier, a noble called Adam Hilton from Adamico, another city in Deltonion, got lost in the forest and almost got killed by the white wolves pack living in the forest. Kurt jumped in the scene and calmed the pack down with his magic. The noble, however, fell for the male spirit immediately. When he got back to his hometown, with the help of Kurt, he asked the boy to stay for a night. During dinner, he proposed to Kurt. Being unable to understand what love was, Kurt denied and left without looking back. Jeremiah was crushed and his got weaker day by day. After a week, Kurt heard that the noble in Adamico was dead. His last word was a call to the male angel in the Silver Maple.

"I wonder what love is." Kurt said. "I knew it was that thing that caused the guy to do that."

"The outside world has been praising love for a long time." Brittany said, "People said that love could be the solution to hatred, but at the same time, it could be the catalyst to the growth of hatred. It was even able to overturn a country."

"I wanted to find out what it is." Kurt said and got to his feet. He leapt onto the ground with a kind of grace that the world had never seen.

"Where are you going?" Brittany called as she landed next to him.

"To the outside world," Kurt said. "To explore until I find out what is so call love?"

"Are you sure?" Another girl appeared on his side. "It may be your one way street to death."

"If it is what Tian had planned." Kurt answered. "You could go against everything in the world, except the flow of time and the river set by Tian."

A light breeze blew, stirring up countless fallen silver leaves. When the leaves finally settled down, Kurt was gone.


Two months passed, the Warblers & New Directions were chatting happily. They had just finished their daily training for two months non-stop. They were planning what to do at night.

"Come on Wes." Blaine Anderson, a soldier in Warblers and friend of Wes, said, "Don't be such a killjoy. Come and join us."

"No." Wes replied. "I am not going to that place."

"What's wrong with that place?" Sam Evans asked, "It's just a singing club."

"The biggest singing club in Daltonion." David Mitchell, one of Wes's best friends, corrected. "Come on, Wes. The girls in Canary Pavarotti are really hot and their singing voices are like angels."

The word angel reminded Wes, the boy he met in Silver Maple. He was the real angel. No other boys or girls he met in Daltonion could be compared to him.

"And if you aren't into the girls, the boys there were hot and could sing too." David smirked and looked at his BFF, only to find him staring into space again. He snapped his fingers in front of Wes's eyes. Wes blinked and blushed. All his friends were laughing.

"Come with us, Wes." Thaddeus Clearwater elbowed him. "Or are you telling us that you don't want to come because you fear that you would be overwhelmed by all the guys and girls once you crossed the threshold?"

The laughing got even louder and Wes glared at his best friend.

"Or because you can't sing?" Nick said, grinning.

"And dance?" Jeff piped up and leaning on his boyfriend.

"Oh, I guess that even the Almighty Wes had something that he couldn't do." Trent teased and Wes blushed even more. In Daltonion's singing clubs, the guests and the singers in the club needed to sing a duet before the singer chose whether to stay with them.

"Speaking of Canary Pavarotti," Joseph McElroy cut in, "I heard that they had a new singer. They called him Prince of Ice. He could actually sang like a canary. He invites three customers every day. They don't need to sing a duet or paid a single buck, but they have to tell him a story about love."

"That's cool. I would like to meet him." Wes blurted out and then he noticed that everyone was staring at him, jaws dropped. His face quickly heat up. He thought of that boy again. That angelic boy really looked like ice, whether it was his appearance or his emotion.

The next moment, the entire camp was filled with wolf-whistles and cat-calls. Together with some statements like,

"Aww… Wes is in love!" From David and Thad.

"I told you. Wes is into the guys. That's why he broke up with Claudia." From Trent.

"Pay up, guys. I told you that he's into guys." From Jeff.

"You made me owe Jeff ten bucks! Wesley!" From Nick.

"Look! Our Almighty is in love!" From Blaine, Joseph, Chris, Mike and other Warblers and New Directions.

But the loudest was,

"I HATE YOU ALL!" From Wes.


Outside Canary Pavarotti, a woman greeted the crowd.

"Welcome. Hotties. Hope you have a wonderful night."

"Excuse me, lady. Why are there so many people?" Puck asked.

The woman's grin grew bigger.

"It's your lucky day. Our Prince of Ice is going to show his mighty singing voice. It was a really rare case because he used to stay in his room. After he finished his singing, he will choose three of our guests to go with him. Enjoy your night."

"How wonderful, Wes." Fred smirked and nudged at Wes, who immediately blushed. The group entered the saloon. Wes felt uneasy, and that feeling was growing at every minute. Because everyone, virtually everyone, whether it was guys or girls, was staring at him. Some of them were even drooling. Well, you couldn't blame Wes. Born to be the most handsome guy in Daltonion wasn't his choice. He was handsome, muscular, agile, kind and was proficient at everything. Well, not singing and dancing. When the situation prevails, he started to regret.

"Why did I agree to come with these morons?!"

But then, the thought of the possibility that he might see that boy again filled his mind and he couldn't stop his smile. Could that be him? Neglecting the drooling people around him, he sat up straight and looked up. The central part of the saloon was covered by a piece of white veil. The woman they met at the door held up her hand. That should a signal because the band started to play music. Then, from within the veil, some sounds of bells rang and Wes stopped dead. An angelic voice came behind the veil and every noise in the saloon died down.

It won't be easy

You'll think it strange

When I try to explain how I feel

That I still need your love

After all that I've done

You won't believe me

All you will see is a girl you once knew

Although she's dressed up to the nines

At sixes and sevens with you

The veil was pulled back and Wes's mind went blank. Right in front of his eyes, a boy about two to three years younger than him, with milky white and porcelain-textured skin, hazel hair and a pair of beautiful bluish-greenish brown eyes was leaning against a long couch. His cold gaze slid over the dumbstruck audience. The breeze blew the light, sweet scent of the boy
to the audience. They couldn't tell what exactly it was, but it was natural and refreshing.

I had to let it happen

I had to change

"It was him!" Wes's mind was roaring. He couldn't keep his eyes off the boy. Everything of the boy, his face, his scent, his clothes, and his angelic voice, were like a deadly lure to him.

Couldn't stay all my life down at heel

Looking out of the window

Staying out of the sun

So I chose freedom

Running around trying everything new

But nothing impressed me at all

I never expected it to

Wes felt the beautiful eyes of the boy laid on him. He looked back but the cold line of sights quickly turned away.

Don't cry for me, Daltonion!

The truth is I never left you

All through my wild days

My mad existence

I kept my promise

Don't keep your distance

And as for fortune and as for fame

I never invited them in

Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired

They are illusions

They're not the solutions they promised to be

The answer was here all the time

I love you and hope you love me

Don't cry for me, Daltonion!

Don't cry for me, Daltonion!

The truth is I never left you.

All through my wild days,

My mad existence,

I kept my promise.

Don't keep your distance

Have I said too much?

There's nothing more I can think of

To say to you

But all you have to do is look at me to know

That every word is true

When the song ended, the audience exploded into cheers. The boy bowed and the veil was closed again.

"Thank you." The woman came forward and said, "Now, it's time for our dear Prince of Ice to choose his guests. Pray for your best luck."

"I would like to have the guy at the back." The boy said.

"It was that voice!" Wes thought.

"No, not him. I want the one left to him. And the man around the corner. Lastly, I want this guy in the front."

Wes felt his heart soar when he realized that the boy's finger was pointing at him. His friends were looking at in envy. The others were very jealous. Wes got up from his seat, turned at his friends who were grinning and said,

"Now, don't you guys dare to spy."

"I think you should organize your story about love when you meet him." Fred teased and Wes hurried off.


Wes was the last to enter the room. All the two previous guests left in disappointment and agony. He didn't have any story about love. All he did for the past twenty years were warring and training. He didn't have time to think about it. But he had got one experience, an experience of love at first sight when he met the boy in Silver Maple. And that boy was right in front of him.

"So you are telling me a story tonight, right?" His dream boy was sitting on a bed. The room was elegantly and gracefully decorated. The candle lights jumped when light breeze blew through the opened window and the room was filled with a sweet, natural scent. The boy's scent, Wes realized.

"What do you have?" The boy asked.

"I don't have any stories." Wes replied and the boy looked up at him.

"Nor do I know how to tell stories."

The boy cocked his eyebrow.

"I am speaking from an experience. My own experience." Wes said and the boy looked at him.

"Go ahead." That was the reply of the boy, after several seconds of silence.

"Two months ago," Wes started and paced in the room. "I accidentally intruded a silver maple forest and got lost. I thought I would be trapped in it forever. But a young man, dressed in silver and white, guided me and I was saved. After that encounter, I snuck into the forest again, hoping I would see him again. Yet the boy vanished like a stream of thin air."

Wes stopped pacing and looked at the boy's eyes, "But now, I just wonder one thing. Maybe you know where the boy I've been searching for so long is."

The two eyes met, and Wes thought the beautiful eyes of the boy widened a bit.


Kurt was shocked, really shocked. He never thought he would meet the young man he encountered in the forest, in this way. And he didn't know that he had snuck into the forest several times, just to see him.

"It was you!" Kurt muttered and looked at this young man. He was staring right through his eyes and he was smiling. Quickly, Kurt calmed himself down.

"So, what do you want to do to find me… To find him?" Kurt asked.

TBC…


A.N.: The word "Tian" is Mandarin. It means Heaven in Chinese. So how was the idea of changing "Don't Cry For Me, Argentina" to "Don't Cry For Me, Daltonion"? Review please.