I belong

By: bloodysword99

Traveling flowers

"I think it's kind of sad, don't you think, my lady?"

"It's for the better."

Selena kicked the white flowers causing them to disperse. As flowers danced around waiting for the lord of Asgard to arrive, they wait by the exit to the Bifrost Bridge. While Freya's einherjar frolics, the goddess glued her eyes at the top hoping that he would return soon.

"Are you worried about Lord Rufus?" The white haired archer smiled and the overlord merely shrugged it.

"Absurd."

Just then, the half elf wearing a dirty coat waltz into the scene. Walking down the stairs with a sad look upon his face, he didn't set his gaze on Freya even if she had a glare. About right at this time, she would nag him but she knew that this was the last visit he'll ever have involving Alicia. So, she didn't quiet bother and fallowed him back to Valhalla.

"Selena." The green haired elf called still heading towards the path.

"Yes, my lord?" She stopped kicking and caught up with her master.

"Please, store this away. I won't be needing it." The einherjar took the hide once he stripped it. She stopped and looked at it.

"What shall I do with it?"

"Dispose of it." Freya answered instead of him.

Still standing without a single motion, her short white hair danced in the wind. Selena examined the rough hide and frowned. She held it close to her chest while she prayed. The girl knew that her lord was in need of prayers to guide him. And also he needed, Lady Alicia as well. So, she walked to the flower plains took a white flower and chanted.

"Oh flower as pure and as brilliant as the princess' soul, I pray that you travel to Midgard and comfort the poor child. Please…"

She clenched it and released. Its petals and pollens carried by the wind along with her prayers, she hoped it would help even though it wasn't sure if it would do much.

"Selena!"

"Coming, my lady!"

Shining white petals and twinkling pollen were safely carried away. Passing by the forest of Spirits, the elves stopped their work and spotted them. Once it left the woods, it came across Crell Monferaigne. Then, after that it went east to Villnore. While the beautiful flower keeper was fixing her cart, the particles blew in front of her which caused her to smile. Then, finally came to the winds of Corainder. It was swept into a local residence.

After the long journey, it finally set upon an open book which was on a dining table in front of a subbing girl.

"Nellie, please cheer up." Conrad tried to comfort her but her eyes were still red from her crying.

"I know! My mom made this tasty soup! That will turn that frown upside-down!" He then rushed to the cauldron by the fire place and transferred the soup into a small dish. Before serving it, he closed the book and set it aside in order to place the soup.

"C'mon, eat up." Handing her a spoon, he sat right across and smiled. She giggled a bit and started eating.

"Are you ok now?" With a worried look, he said that.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She chewed the chunky meet in the orange soup while she spoke.

"So…" He started but he just couldn't say it. He swayed his feet back and forth while waiting for her to finish. It was a typical 10 year old thing. When a young one is nervous, they usually summon an unnecessary motion.

"Thanks for the meal." Conrad took his attention to the small silver haired angel.

"Good. I was worried." He blushed a bit as she smiled at him.

"Can I ask you a question?" Kara asked.

"Of course."

With a think silence, she stared at him with those big blue eyes. Fixing his glasses, he felt an awkward pressure building inside him. He blushed a little when she left her seat and took one next to him.

"Have you ever felt that…you want something?" She asked innocently playing with her silver locks that flopped on the side of her face.

"Well, of course, we always aspire something in our lives." He approached this with an intellectual vocabulary which he most likely inherited from his mother side of the family. Besides the color of his hair, irises and skin tone, he really didn't inherit much from his father, Ehrde. Even his way of thinking, it's completely sophisticated and knows more than he looks. And he has no desire to wield a bow; he would prefer to be a sorcerer instead. But even though he was different, Ehrde love him no less.

"No, it's not like that." Slipping off her pink hood, she slowly combed her soft silver hair with her small fingers.

"Then, what?"

"I'm not that sure." She then spotted his book and took it. The curious little child observed the cover of the book that her father gave Conrad on his travel in Solde. She cracked it open and just found herself dazed with flower petals and pollen circling around her.

"I-It's like having this dream, a distant dream. Like you want something from that really far dream." Blue eyes reflecting the shimmering fragments of a white flower, she attempts to catch one of them and she did.

"A far of dream, huh?" The boy held his chin and pondered. While he did so, the little angel opened her hand and found the petals dissolved. She frowned remembering her dream.

It was vague. It was blurry. She kept forgetting parts of it and no matter how much she tried, she couldn't recall much. She remembers them in her sleep but loses them the moment she wakes up. It was sad really. But she could make out some of the images…

Hands touching, small fragile fingers caressed the tips of rather larger and more masculine ones. And soon fingers crossed each other and pulled bodies closer, an embrace took place…A precious moment, unlike any other. Smiles curved into unclear faces, the two parted…Then…

"Kara?" Bundle of thoughts suddenly bust, she turned to her friend in confusion just to find Conrad with an uneasy face.

"Y-yes…" Voice shaking a little, the petit princess straightened up.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah." With a weak nod and a timid smile, Kara took Conrad's hand. Puzzled and panicked, the intelligent kid blushed and watched how she closely observed his palm and fingers.

"W-W-what are you…" He started.

"Just wait." She muttered.

After scanning, the girl slowly connected her finger tip with his. First with their middle finger and fallowed by the rest, she spread out them out and then with a gentle motion, they crossed their fingers. Causing an awkward yet also magical atmosphere, she then closed her eyes and tried to compare. Was this the same? Is this it? Her dream?

"N-Nellie..." Speechless, he gawked at this action. And after a while, she frowned and said…

"No, it's not it."

While that happened, a couple next door were quietly doing house choirs. One was stirring soup in the cauldron as it was hung over the fire and the other was setting the dishes.

"Xehnon?" She called while she added pepper to her cooking.

"No, Sylphide. You can't put chocolate in asparagus soup." He answered before knowing. It was the usual the things she would ask around this time. Just the other day, she wanted to add strawberries in mashed potato. And in one instance, she would suggest fish in milk. It was a daily thing since the incident.

It happened around breakfast when Kara was able to chew solid food. Sylphide served the 'best' meal she says. It looked normal until she removed the cover and revealed a greenish violet slime that was supposed to plain porridge. Kara giggled and awed at the chemical. Unfortunately, Xehnon was offered the first taste. He only thing he hopped he would live after that and he did but barely. When the slime touched his taste buds, it died and he couldn't savor food for a week. Since then, she consults him of any edible or inedible creation she makes.

"No, it not that." She went awfully silent after that. The worried sorcerer waited for her to continue. She then faced him with a sad look as she said.

"It's just…It worries me. Kara…being Alicia"

"This again, Sylphide." Xehnon angrily slammed the plates on the table. Taking up that subject always does this because he knew it was like pointing out that she ever regrets having his child so, he yelled at his beloved.

"Don't you love, Kara!"

"Of course, I do! What kind of mother would I be if I didn't love my own daughter!"

Still not extinguishing his anger, he continued.

"And if so, why bring this up! Why do you constantly talk about her having Alicia's soul!"

"Because, it's the truth!"

His blue eyes widened, he heaved a breath and banged his fist against the table. Calmed a bit, she said.

"I'm just worried for her. She's my little angel. I don't want her to get hurt…"

"You think you're the only one with this problem." He muttered.

"I too feel your pain. Ehrde also feels the same. Knowing that his first son is the reincarnate of Lezard Valeth, he wasn't sure with all that but he loves Conrad neither the less."

Xehnon then gazed at those gray miserable eyes. It wasn't easy when they first realize that Kara had Alicia's face. It was hard to accept it but it was even harder to reject it. He remembered Sylphide's expression. The shock, the torment, and the worry burnt him to the core but they love their little bundle of sunshine. She brought happiness in this family. And they weren't willing to give into the depression, so they continue to raise her, to raise a normal healthy girl.

"Sylphide, I don't know what the future holds for us." He came across the room and took her in his arms as she started to cry.

"But I know, it will all be alright as long as we have our family."

"Xehnon…"

"I'll protect you and Kara to the death. Remember that." The blond softly caressed her pale cheek and kissed her forehead.

It has been 4 years since they knew. Even if they didn't have word from Asgard, they knew. But even so, Kara was not Alicia. She was a whole different person. They shared the same face and soul yet they don't have the same fate.

Then, a knock on the door was heard. Xehnon tightly embraced his love before leaving her to cook. And at the door, he was met by 2 coated figures. The one 1 in the ever green hood said nothing but the one in yellow green hide spoke.

"Xehnon, I presume." It was a feminine voice. It seemed familiar. He can't quite put it…

"And who might you be?"

Looking at each other, the visitors nodded at one another before slipping off their hoods and caused a shocking expression.

"Sylphide." He called.

"Yes."

"We have company." Fully opening the door, she saw 2 familiar faces. Faces that she could never forget after she encountered lady Silmeria, she dropped her wooden spoon with wide eyes of what was before her. She saw 2 fellow einherjar, one archer and one light warrior both female.

"Sophalla? Circe?"