Alright, ladies and gents! This is a time skip of about a month, give or take a day/night, after chapter 2! We have a month until the first episode takes place, give or take! This will be told first from Lion-O's point of view, then it will switch to 3rd person. In the chappy, Lion-O accidentally walks in Marilyn's nightmare and hears some of what she's gone through. No sexual abuse (yet), but the psychological abuse she goes through right after her parents die. Lion-O and Marilyn have bonded more, Marilyn's wrists have been healed but the scars will always remain. Also, realizations are found in the Lion Prince about his feelings toward his unofficial-official charge. And-and-AND, Mari meets Cheetara… fast gurl may not like that Lion-O is hiding an 'unknown' in his chambers….!
Look imma be frank with y'all. I'M KINDA IMPATIENT SO I WANT THEM TO REALIZE THEIR FEELINGS/DEVELOPING FEELINGS TOWARDS THE OTHER BEFORE THE FALL OF THUNDERA HITS THE FAN. HOWEVER, THEY WILL NOT ACT ON THEIR FEELINGS (YET) BECAUSE OF SOME OBVIOUS FACTORS.
Also (last one I swear) there's another song by Erutan called Song of the Goddess: Eternal Path, that I'm going to use as an OST for a scene here. Fun fact! That song has no translation, it is a fantasy language for the purpose to let us add whatever meaning we wish for it. Here, it's to show what Lion-O means to Marilyn as they dance. Lol but Lion-O doesn't have the actual translation because it all depends on the feelings in the singer's hearts! Marilyn's jewelry will do another hocus-pocus voodoo act to give the song a dance. My own interpretation for the whole song will not be put in until much later into the story, but I will give you my personalized translation at the end of the chapter!
(Happily jogs away from the incoming chaos I've made)
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ENJOY!
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III: Rekriato Me- Gentle as the Sunlight
OR: Lion-O realizes something as does Mari, and she meets a new cat.
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Lion-O's eyes slowly opened in the darkness. He frowned slightly from his spot on the couch as he looked around his room. Something had woke him up but nothing had moved. No sound was uttered except for Marilyn's breathing and Snarf was pawing at his knees.
He'd told Snarf to wake him if anything happened.
The tiny creature was mewling urgently, nudging at his owner and looking towards the bed where Marilyn was trembling and panting softly. Lion-O threw off the covers and strode to the bed where she lay. He tried to gently shake her awake but when he touched her she let out such a heart wrenching whimper the prince actually took a step back for a moment. Taking a breath he came forward again and hesitantly placed a hand on her forehead. He had no idea what he was doing, and he certainly had no intention of walking her dreams as a spectator.
Unfortunately or fortunately Fate had different ideas. Once Lion-O's hand settled against her sweat-covered brow his vision tunneled and he began to feel as if he was falling.
~Within Marilyn's Dream~
Empty.
It was the first thing Lion-O saw. Just an empty black void. Like a giant oppressive hand, the feeling of hollowness pushed down on his shoulders and left him a mess of iced veins. In the black abyss Lion-O knew he was alone. A cruel male voice came from above, pushing him down. "You're nothing but a deadweight." A female's voice came next, as if speaking right next to his ear. "We take you in out of the goodness of our hearts, and you have the nerve to not eat what we give you?!"
"You see," the male's voice came again, sickly sweet like poisoned honey. "We only do this because you need to learn. We love you. We love you sooo much that you need to be kept away from EVERYONE So tHAt You knoW wHo YoU BeLoNg TO!"
It escalated.
The sound of crying.
The yelling.
The hate.
The emptiness.
The pain.
A single white crack split the blackness before the petrified prince and he felt a sudden clenching in his belly before he was yanked-.
~Back in the Real World~
Lion-O let out a gasp as his eyes flew open and his knees turned to jelly, making him fall on his rear. His fangs glinted in the moonlight as he panted for breath. Staring with wide green eyes at the face of a still sleeping Marilyn, Lion-O made out silent tear tracks on her pale cheeks. It confirmed his and Pumyra's suspicions. Marilyn hadn't been living life at all. That wasn't living, hell, what Lion-O experienced wasn't even surviving. It was just blank, empty, meaningless existence.
He didn't know what was going through his head- he'd known the girl for only a month at most, but right now he felt as if she were someone very important to him, someone he would protect with everything he had and fix any way he could. He wanted to turn those small sad smiles into actual happy ones. He wanted to hear her laugh because not once had he heard her laugh in the time she was in his care. Lion-O shakily held out a hand and lifted Marilyn's own to place it on his forearm, taking a strange sense of relief that she wasn't there anymore.
Over time this small touch, the only thing aside from guiding by the shoulder or holding her up when she was hit with a dizzy spell (those were beginning to come and go for a few days now. He'll have to mention them to Pumyra next time Marilyn gets a checkup), had become their most common way of communication and calming each other down; in Lion-O's case, from the frustration he felt when people said he wasn't fit to rule or that his was being stupid in learning about what little technology Thundera had (yet denied even existed because everyone thought of it as a fairy tale). They may think he doesn't hear it, but he does, and it hurts every time. For Marilyn, she had shyly told him one evening while they were getting ready for bed that she felt he was a safe place. It had warned the lion that she had no safe places since her parents died, but sent a fluttery feeling to his chest when she said he felt safe and not just Pumyra, even though the medic was there to help her as well as Lion-O.
When her small hand touched his arm her fingers immediately pressed down gently and began running slowly up and down the fur on an instinct built up over the time of two weeks. Lion-O smiled slightly when she fell into a steady rhythm. He never really noticed how nice it felt to be… petted. Ugh, that was a weird way of phrasing it. Is this what Snarf feels whenever Marilyn pets him? The lion thought in amusement. Eventually, his eyes fluttered shut at Marilyn's repetitive motions as he felt himself relax. Her voice wafted through her lips as she began to sing in her sleep, a habit the prince found endearing and very soothing after a long day and he'd have trouble falling asleep, especially this tune. He hadn't told her about her habit because he wanted her to be comfortable (and it wasn't because he found he liked her voice. Not at all).
Marilyn's scent of wildflowers and Atlatl Fruit faintly circled around the prince in a pleasant wave. A low rumble, barely audible but there and growing in volume, rolled through the air.
Lion-O's brow furrowed in dazed confusion, but in the end he thought nothing of it.
"L-Lion-O?" Marilyn's groggy stammer tapped at his ears. The prince hummed contentedly, the sensation of her tiny hand on his arm suddenly shifted to his head and whoa holy whiskers that felt great. "I-I'm sorry to w-wake you up, but… a-are you… p-purring…?" just like that the moment was frozen and the low rumble in the air cut off. The prince's eyes flew open as he was shocked from his dozing and came face-to-face with bleary silvers. "Mari!" jerking back the lion felt the warmth of a blush crawl under his facial fur and ears. "Oh, whiskers! I-I'm really sorry, it's just- well, you were having a nightmare and when I tried to make you feel better I was- a-and I, um… I thought you could tell I was here so I did what we know helps and you just… you just-jus…"
A sound like a warm spring breeze came through the room.
The prince paused in his attempts to apologize when he realized Marilyn was laughing. It was fresh and soft. It seemed to make the moon glow brighter. Lion-O stared at this tiny teen, barely eye-level with his shoulder when she stands straight up. She was broken in more ways than one, yet she was able to laugh. "I l-liked it," she said after a bit. "I-it was… it was n-nice." A shy smile had settled on the two's faces. "L-listen…" the human said after a bit. She was wringing her hands nervously but seemed bound and determined to continue. "I-I know you don't have to take c-care of a wreck l-like me… I'm-I'm damaged a-and I know you'll get in t-trouble for h-hiding me. You're a p-prince… your f-father would p-probably lock you in a cell f-for hiding a p-potential th-th-threat…" Marilyn took a breath and looked the prince in the eyes.
"B-but you're taking that r-risk anyway. A-and I never said anything… s-so. Thank you." Tears glinted in her silver eyes as she looked at the lion prince before her. His teal eyes had widened and Lion-O opened his mouth to tell her that no one should be thanked for being a decent person but she stopped him.
"P-please let me fin-ish."
Lion-O closed his mouth, nodding once.
"You-you've shown me so much kindness, more than I've ever had since my parents died. So-so thank you. You've t-taken the blade from my h-hands when the voices got t-to be too m-much." Lion-O grimaced at the reminder. She had been having a particularly bad day that day. He had gone out to browse in the slums where a friendly dog lives for some technology and he came back to see one of his knives pressed against Marilyn's still-healing wrist. The prince had never been so scared before. It was the first time she had actually let him hug her to make her feel better, too.
"a-and so… Thank you. Y-you're such an amazing person. Thank you for being you, Lion-O. Thank you."
Lion-O came to a realization as Marilyn tilted forward and wrapped tiny arms around his torso, squeezing him in a hug. It was a crazy realization, one that would trigger his father's legendary lion's temper to unseen heights should he find out, and Tygra's jealousy of finding a girl before him, but it filled the prince with so much warmth he felt it from the tips of his mane to the claws on his toes.
He had, in the span of a month, fallen for this girl.
Lion-O wrapped his own arms around this tiny human and gave her a squeeze. His heart fell slightly when he realized he couldn't tell her about his newfound feelings for her. For one, his father and brother have begun to get suspicious with his new occupation. Instead of venturing out of the palace like he used to do before Marilyn appeared, he spent more time in his room. And another thing was unless she had a hood on over her head and face, she wasn't able to leave the castle. She thought he didn't notice it, but he saw her looking out of his window at the town below. She wanted to explore, he could tell.
A smile crawled over his face when an idea came to him.
"You've been trapped in here for a month now, Mari." He said, using his nickname for her. Curious silver eyes peeked up at him from around the blankets she had wrapped herself with. "I have a couple of hoods in the closet. Tomorrow I can take you out to stretch your legs and explore. I-If you want, that is!" Marilyn's eyes widened before she smiled brightly- the mile that Lion-O was determined to draw out- and nodded. "Y-yes, lets!" Lion-O chuckled as he nodded. "Alright then. We should get back to sleep if we want to get a head start."
"C-can I bring the f-flute?" Lion-O tilted his head in curiosity.
"What for?"
Marilyn smiled at his curiosity and said a line that made no sense whatsoever and only served to make the prince more curious.
"Kaya naiatolus,
Wirehi kala'us.
Le'a le'u teras,
Rekriato me." (*)
Snarf seemed to purr at what she said, but the little creature obviously didn't know what it meant. "What does that mean?" the prince asked.
Marilyn giggled before she pet the lion's nape, scratching her nails over the fine fur there. The lion had to hold in a shiver, but the purr was a lost cause. Marilyn let out another laugh as she heard the rumble. Her silver eyes gained an odd light, but it was gone in an instant. "Y-you'll realize it la-later." Patting Lion-O's hand gently, she smiled softly when he pouted before getting up to go back to the couch. "Y-you don't have to go over th-there…" Marilyn's voice made the prince pause. Rustling among the sheets had his head turning, and when he looked he saw a line of pillows splitting the bed down the middle.
"A-as long as you d-don't cross this l-line, you c-can stay here."
Lion-O felt another flush spread beneath his fur. "Are you sure?" a jerky nod was the human's answer. The prince felt as if steam was coming from his ears as he climbed into the opposite side and covered himself in the sheets. He repressed a sigh of relief because even if he wouldn't say it, he really missed his bed.
"Do you have what you need?"
"Y-yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Mmhmm."
Pulling the hood of a deep blue cloak over her head, Marilyn smiled shakily up at her friend. Last night was eventful- after all, it isn't every day you find out your protector and best friend can purr when you pet him, however much of a cat-humanoid he may be. Patting her phone into her pocket and tucking the flute into the straps of her borrowed pants, Marilyn nodded to let Lion-O know she was ready. "Then keep up. Let's go!"
The lion extended his hand to her and Marilyn paused, looking at the clawed and furry appendage before placing her (much smaller) hand in his. Curling his fingers around her small palm to hold it gently, Lion-O shot her a reassuring smile and inched out into the halls beyond the large wooden door. A quick peek showed the all clear.
"Alright let's go!"
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"O-oh, my!" Marilyn gasped as she was finally brought into the sunlight. The bustle of the town around her , the sights, colors and smells pulled at her senses from every direction. For a brief moment her head ached but a warm wave washed over her and the ache faded. Those spells have been getting more and more frequent lately. "Pretty amazing, right?" Lion-O said, looking eagerly down at the ting teen next to him. Marilyn could only nod. Snarf had been left in Lion-O's room so the two were alone.
Marilyn was at a loss on which way to go first. "I think we should get you some new clothes," Lion-O said. As much as I like you in mine… "You could trip walking around in pants that are too large for you, so we should get you some proper-fitting ones."
Marilyn smiled sheepishly and nodded. Lion-O's large hand closed around hers once again- never tight enough to be forceful, but not too loose as to be lost in the crowd. He was an anchor, and one that she would be forever thankful for in the month that she'd been here in Thundera. "Th-then lead the w-way!"
"Aye then, Milady." With a playful bow, the prince guided the human through the crowd. Little did they know, a pair of sunset orange eyes watched from above, narrowed, curious, and a hint of carefully veiled intent within them. The owner of those eyes stood before speeding away faster than a normal cat should be able to move.
Around Marilyn's wrist, the previously bright red gem was now nearly black, as were the earrings. The copper metal was now turning a dull earthy brown. A crack had appeared in all three stones.
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"Umm. W-what about this one?"
Marilyn shyly stepped out from behind a fitting curtain to show the clothing she'd chosen. Her neck was encased by a collar-like gold necklace that shone beautifully against her pale skin. Her long floor-length hair was tied up high in a ponytail that caught the sunlight and showed it's almost blue shade of black. She had on a pair of loose pants with a crossing of leather over the shins in several X-formations and a shirt with the symbol of a tree on the front. Her silver eyes stood out nicely with it all. The prince's eyes trailed lower and he raised an eyebrow at her lack of footwear- she wasn't like the animals he'd encountered before with strong foot pads. "I-I don't want s-shoes… I feel m-more free without t-them." Lion-O understood and gave her an easy smile. "It looks really good on you." He said. Marilyn beamed and shuffled back in to put on her hood. After Lion-O paid the shop owner the two set out again.
They went through the weapon stalls, much to the minor dismay of Marilyn.
"If a time comes where you need to fight, you'll have to have a weapon." Lion-O said, explaining his reasoning. "If not to participate in a fight, at least carry something to defend yourself with." In the end, Marilyn had picked out a katana-like sword that had a sandy-tan blade with a crimson cross-guard and a gold and red handle. Lion-O said it was more for a smaller, slimmer build, so she'd fit it well. "I can teach you later."
They window-shopped after buying her sword, Marilyn trailing after the prince as he guided her through the bazaar. Her eyes caught a small harp-like instrument from a music vendor and her heart soared when she recognized it.
It was a lyre!
As Lion-O was about to take her to a food cart he was pulled to a stop my Marilyn's sudden halt. Looking down in question, he saw her silver eyes shining at the lyre sitting upright on a music vendor's stall. He grinned at how cute she looked, her silver orbs gleaming at what was obviously another familiar instrument.
"Excuse me? How much for the lyre?" Lion-O's voice popped up behind Marilyn and the human jumped with a start. "That will be…" the merchant rattled off the price and Lion-O reached into his pouch to buy it. Before Marilyn could tell him no- the prince had bought her enough things already!- she had the lyre in her arms and was being guided over to the square where she took a seat on a bench. "Y-you didn't have to b-buy it for me." She said softly, looking up at the Cat with a wary eye.
"Did you want it?" was his question.
Marilyn blinked before hesitantly nodding."Y-yes but that doesn't mean tha-."
"I had the money to spare, Mari. In case you forgot," he leaned in and smiled impishly at her. "I am the prince." A dusting of pink spread across the bridge of her nose and Marilyn squeaked. Plucking the strings absently, she found herself falling into a rhythm. Humming the tune, she didn't notice Lion-O stilling in recognition of the song. Turning to her friend, Marilyn smiled brightly and stood. "T-there was a song I had c-created with my parents w-when I was little." She began.
"T-the words have no meaning except what t-the mind d-draws for us."
Plucking at the strings, she fell into the rhythm again. Pulling her emotions to the forefront of her mind, Marilyn's face fell into a serene and happy expression.
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Song of the Goddess
(Erutan and Nightcore Male Version)
Lion-O singing
Marilyn singing
(Singing Together)
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Lion-O settled back and listened to Marilyn's voice- and he wasn't the only one. Cats and visitors from other nearby towns came to a stop as Marilyn began to play her tune. Lion-O had to agree with her, even if she spoke no recognizable language, her voice and the elegant words rolling from her tongue painted a story.
Ontas kritela nosontolis,
Virtili varetzuli.
Kiyetu sanela hala'hui,
Leilian vo'elus virras~!
The cats gathered began to converge on the playing human, muttering in wonder at the voice and skill of her playing. Marilyn's bracelet and earrings light pulsed in time to the beats Marilyn played. The red glow began to shift in color, going to a gentle calming blue and silver instead of the red and yellow.
Vira notu sontiso,
Wori melivra o~!
Huisas sanaela hala,
Rekriato me~.
Marilyn gestured to Lion-O, asking him to get up and dance with her. Secretly, she pressed the play button on her phone to continue playing the music as if she was. The prince caught on, but smiled and laughed lowly before abiding to her wish. She bowed to him and he to her before they joined hands. Instantly a small wave of warmth originated from the point of contact between the two and spread up both of their arms; while the song's lyrics seemed to flow into Lion-O's head, the girl felt warm strength curl around her form aling with the stances to a dance that would go perfectly with the music. Marilyn saw his confused blink but he waved it off. With an unsure nod, Marilyn opened her mouth again to sing, but Lion-O's voice wove into hers with perfect harmony.
Kaya naiatolus,
Wirehi kala'us~!
Le'a le'u teras,
(Rekriato me~)
(Rekriato me~.)
Startled silvers blinked up at equally confused greens before Lion-O smiled playfully, saying with his eyes they could talk about it later. "After you, Milady." He said with an elaborate bow to her. A small smile found it's way to Marilyn's lips and she giggled.
Honya valelus sonavelis,
Viri as'ana dore.
Ashai yekrias solathelas,
Resha vro huitus viratus~!
By now the crowd of cats were clapping and cheering, making drums with the surrounding crates or barrels. Some danced alone, others with a partner. A pair of narrowed orange eyes stared at the dancing pair that started it all, though. The smaller figure didn't sit quite right with the orange-eyes cat at all.
Vira notu sontiso,
Wori melivra o~!
Huisas sanaela hala,
Rekriato me~!
Marilyn laughed as Lion-O sang with her. His voice was amazing and she wondered why he'd never sung before. Te fact he knew her song was too strange to ignore, but she would speak with him later about it. Right now, she felt free and happy. His large furry hand in hers, her spinning, him twirling her, her weaving around as he ducked and danced. They were like one unit.
Kaya naiatolus,
Wirehi kala'us~!
Le'a le'u teras,
Rekriato me~.
(Rekriato me~.)
Lion-O laughed as Marilyn circled behind him and then came back to his line of sight. Her silver eyes shone with a light he hadn't seen since he heard her sing that first morning she played. She twirled and her open-mouthed smile seemed to outshine everything around them. He found it strange she knew the forms to the Thundera Pair's Dance, but the forms went abnormally well to the music so he didn't object. If anything, he really liked how she looked flowing like the embers of a fire in the winds.
Visasarem,
Vitoris analesa litus.
Visasarem,
Kaya noseras sai'us~!
Marilyn and Lion-O bowed to each other simultaneously, cloaks fanning out briefly before they settled down and closed their three-foot distance. Lion-O held out a furry arm and crooked it, telling Marilyn to do the same and link hers in his. Nodding and facing the opposite direction, but linking arms with him, Marilyn and Lion-O turned in a circle un unison before switching and going the opposite way.
Visasarem,
Vitoris analesa litus.
Visasarem,
Kaya noseras sai'us~!
The two broke apart and the music had a beat in a pause before it started up again. Lion-O twirled Marilyn and then spun her out. The human laughed in delight before she came back and sang the last few lines with Lion-O's warming tenor-baritone.
(Vira notu sontiso,
Wori melivra o~!
Huisas sanaela hala,
Rekriato me~!)
Kaya naiatolus,
Wirehi kala'us~!
Le'a le'u teras,
Rekriato me~!
Vira notu sontiso,
Wori melivra o~!
Huisas sanaela hala,
Rekriato me~!
Rekriato me~!
Rekriato me~!
The two dancers circled back around to their starting point twirling, ducking, and spinning around other dancers. Just as they opened their mouths to sing the last line, they stopped on a pebble, nearly touching chest-to-chest and staring into each other's eyes, shining silver against glinting green. Both panting and grinning like fools.
(Rekriato me~!)
(Rekriato me~!)
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The two dance partners, the Cat and the Human, stood still for several moments as the song faded into the wind. They stared at each other, silver on green, before the crowd's sudden cheering brought them out of their reverie. "Come on, let's go!" with a dorky smile, the prince grabbed Marilyn's hand and pulled her through the cluster.
Dashing away and into a dark alcove the prince and his friend/love interest panted, catching their breath in the nook before laughing joyfully. "Y-you were amazing, L-Lion-O! why didn't you t-tell me you could sing?" Marilyn gasped. "I never really tried to. But enough about that, where did you learn to dance like that? It wasn't anything like before! You danced to the-!"
"That was quite the spectacle, Lion-O." a voice came from above the two laughing beings. Lion-O instantly positioned himself in front of Marilyn while the human yelped at the unexpected intrusion.
"Mind telling me where you learned to sing like that?"
Now the voice was at the entrance of their hiding spot. "Wait, I know that voice…Cheetara?"a yellow-tan blur sped across the roof over them before it appeared again in the form of a female spotted, long-maned cheetah. Her hood was down and her orange eyes were focused on the prince with an exasperated but warm smile. That is, before they focused on Lion-O's companion.
"And who is this?" the lion's green gaze went to his love interest and blinked. "Oh. Um… well you see-." In a gust of speed, Cheetara had run over, yanked Marilyn's hood down, and returned to her spot. Her orange eyes seemed to slit in disgust before she masked the action behind shock.
"What is that thing?!"
Marilyn averted her eyes to the ground. The faint echo rebounded in the back of her mind. "You're not a person. You're a THING."
"Hey, this is Marilyn Young, not a thing." Lion-O's ear twitched in irritation at the female's blatant rudeness towards his… friend (well, he couldn't keep calling her his love interest in his head. He briefly wondered if Claimed or Intended would work).
"and as to how she got here, which I have no doubt you'll ask about, it's a long story." Cheetara's gaze went from the prince to his companion and she raised an eyebrow in question. "Well? I'm listening."
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The cracks in the gems had gotten bigger right after the dance.
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Translations!
Ontas kritela nosontolis,
Virtili varetzuli.
Kiyetu sanela hala'hui,
Leilian vo'elus virras~!
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The light is gentle and kind as I lay,
Lay down on the green grass below.
And as I close my eyes I hear,
The gentle growls surrounding me~!
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Vira notu sontiso
Wori melivra o
Huisas sanaela hala
Rekriato me
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Listen to the birds they sing,
Of the golden red maned Lion~!
Of his strength and soft-spoken ways,
Gentle as the sunlight~!
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Kaya naiatolus
Wirehi kala'us
Le'a le'u teras
Rekriato me
Rekriato me
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Hark as a maiden sings her tune,
Taming a mighty beast~!
Softly and sweetly she goes,
Gentle as the sunlight~!
Gentle as the sunlight~!
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Honya valelus sonavelis
Viri as'ana dore
Ashai yekrias solathelas
Resha vro huitus viratus
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As the sun sets upon the forest,
And the fireflies begin their prance.
The lion and the maiden stand and walk,
To the circle of fairy rings and then they dance!
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Vira notu sontiso
Wori melivra o
Huisas sanaela hala
Rekriato me
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Listen to the birds they sing,
Of the golden red maned Lion~!
Of his strength and soft-spoken ways,
Gentle as the sunlight~!
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Kaya naiatolus
Wirehi kala'us
Le'a le'u teras
Rekriato me
Rekriato me
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Hark as a maiden sings her tune,
Taming a mighty beast~!
Softly and sweetly she goes,
Gentle as the sunlight~!
Gentle as the sunlight~!
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Visasarem
Vitoris analesa litus
Visasarem
Kaya noseras sai'us
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Moon and Sun,
Their dance is eternal.
Moon and Sun,
They both heal each other.
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Visasarem
Vitoris analesa litus
Visasarem
Kaya noseras sai'us
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Moon and Sun,
Their dance is eternal.
Moon and Sun,
They both heal each other.
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Vira notu sontiso
Wori melivra o
Huisas sanaela hala
Rekriato me
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Listen to the birds they sing,
Of the golden red maned Lion~!
Of his strength and soft-spoken ways,
Gentle as the sunlight~!
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Kaya naiatolus
Wirehi kala'us
Le'a le'u teras
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Hark as a maiden sings her tune,
Taming a mighty beast~!
Softly and sweetly she goes,
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Rekriato me
Rekriato me
Rekriato me
Rekriato me
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Gentle as the sunlight~!
Gentle as the sunlight~!
Gentle as the sunlight~!
Gentle as the sunlight~!