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Author Note: Well this chapter is sort of unexpected. I started this story without completely knowing what the plot was, and I just kept writing whatever came to my mind. So now, I read Redemption (one of my other stories) and an idea sort of came, and well this chapter just happened. I went back to check and fanatsy has always been a genre for this story, so I guess if I hadn't blabbed, everyone would have thought that I had this in mind all along.

But thats the way it is. When i write, I just write, and what I end up writing surprises me as well. *shrug*

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"Its almost been a year since we found you in the desert." Tsubasa said as he joined me in the practice yard. I grinned, as I twirled my practice scimitars, and he smirked as he took a fighting stance.

The battle ensued. Just because we used dulled weapons did not mean that our fighting was dulled. Once every two days we dueled in the practice yard, and both of us left covered in bruises. We were evenly matched, I was stronger, and he was sneakier; and most of the time we did not use our powers but relied only on skill.

The outcome of this match, was usually the object of a lot of bets among the soldiers, and I knew that quite a few had asked My Princess for help, but she always declined.

His sword hit my ankle, and I knew I would limp for the rest of the match. I focussed completely on my opponent. Three more minutes and I had my opening, and his sword went flying. I grinned evilly as both my scimitars touched his neck. If we were enemies he'd be dead.

I heard groaning from the audience. I guess since I was limping, a lot of people had been betting on him. Served them right.

I took off my shirt and wrung it to get rid of the sweat. The joys of summer. Just then Youichi came running with towels for us. We both took one, with smiles. He was a good hard working kid. I wiped all the sweat away, and scowled at my shirt, before using heat to dry it off.

"Here!" Tsubasa said as he threw water on me.

I blinked the water out of my eyes to glare at him. "What the heck you bas..." I stopped as I saw my Princess out of the corner of my eye. Tsubasa smirked.

"You were wishing for a bath, weren't you?" he asked amused.

I sighed. Tsubasa had a very warped sense of humor. Sad thing was, it usually matched mine. I used the towel to wipe myself off once again and pulled on my shirt, before turning and heading over to my Princess. Behind me, Tsubasa's towel caught fire, and I heard him mumble under his breath. If I couldn't insult him because she was there, he couldn't cuss either.

"You do realize that I knew what you were about to say?" she asked me amused.

"You cannot blame me for what i wanted to do, if I don't do it." I answered.

"Right. Well I have to ask you something. Do you know anything about a fountain with a white statue of a man with black wings, and he is holding onto a woman?" she asked and I paled. There was no reason for her to see it. No one but my family had ever seen that place. She noticed the change in my expression, and turned to leave the courtyard, knowing that I would follow.

She dismissed everyone once we were inside her room, and sat down on the cushions. I started pacing the room.

"What else did you see?" I asked her.

"Nothing else yet. I only saw that place, and I saw your reflection in the water of the fountain. So it could be that you travel there." she explained.

I swore, and she stared at me shocked. I think she finally realized that this was very serious.

"That fountain.. its.." I stopped. To explain this I would have to start from the beginning. I raised my hand, palm up, and conjured up a flame. I closed my eyes, and prayed for answers. The flame took on the shape of a person with wings. The decision was made.

I came and sat in front of my Princess, the flame maintaining its shape on my hand.

"Have you heard the legend of why some people are born with the abilities to manipulate nature? Why people like us are born?" I asked.

"The Gods were giving us a better chance to survive this cruel land." she answered, and I nodded.

"In Tyria, there is more to this story. Once one of the Gods came to our world, and he saw a beautiful woman. He liked her so much that he took her to heaven with him, and they lived happily for a while. But the woman grew restless, for she missed her family. Since the God loved her, they came back so she could spend some time here, but the tribe that she had belonged to were all dead now. They had been attacked by wild animals, and whoever had survived had died of starvation." I stopped for a minute. It was not a good tale to tell, but I had asked for permission. I just hoped that that would be enough.

"The God was moved by the tears of his beloved, so he gave up the purity of one of his wings to give us these powers that we possess." I saw my Princess open her mouth to speak, but I shook my head and she closed it.

"With one black wing and one gold wing, he could still fly to heaven, but he could not take his lover with him. So he stayed on earth with her. But while in heaven she had not aged, on earth she aged like the normal human that she was. The God could not bear this, and so he gave up the purity of his other wing to make her immortal. But now he could never go back to heaven, and yet he was still a God, so he could not live among normal humans. Finally he and his lover decided to stay away from the humans, and live high on snowy mountains, from where they observe the world, but hardly ever interfere." I finished the tale.

"In the thousands of years that have passes since then, only one instance is known for sure when they came to help. That was when the kingdom of Tyria was formed, and that fountain was made in their honor by the first king. It was called the Fountain of White, but the God was displeased on seeing the black wings, and so he laid a curse on that fountain. No one but members of the royal family of Tyria are exempt from the curse, and only because the ruler had decided to name the country after the name of the God's lover, Tyria." I explained.

"What is the curse Natsume?" she asked softly.

"A long life, after you lose every reason to live." I said in an emotionless voice. She flinched.

"You should not be seeing that place in your visions." I said, and the small fire figure in my hand seemed to shake its head. I stilled.

"She is supposed to see the fountain of white?" I asked the small figure and it nodded.

"I shall take her there." I said and the flame vanished, and a small mark of two wings together appeared on my palm. I had been given a task, and to fail would cost me my life.

My Princess stared at me. "The God created that little person." she whispered.

"This tale can only be told with permission. If that flame had just stayed a flame then I would not have told you the story. If ever a time comes when you are to tell this tale to someone, then you shall have a vision telling you to do so. If you don't then do not repeat the story." I told her.

"Then does anyone in Tyria know this story?" she asked.

"These rules only apply to people like us, with some power or the other. If both the story teller and the listeners are normal humans then they can do as they wish as long as the story is told correctly and with proper respect. It is a very common tale in Tyria." I answered.

"So we need to go to Tyria." she said.

"Only if you wish to." I answered.

"Lying to a Seer is stupid. If we don't go, you'll die." she answered and I winced. She was too damn good.

"Very well, then can this seer see my plan and how well it'll work?" I asked, and she smiled.

"Yes. That will work wonderfully. You should go get Tsubasa and the maps." she said and I left to obey.


Tsubasa stared at us both like we were crazy.

"So let me get this straight. We're going to take a caravan to one of the border cities of Slana, and then I will stay there with the caravan, and cover the fact that the two of you have gone on a trip to a place in Tyria, that is a solid two day trek through the desert from where I would be. Not only can I not come along, but you will also not tell me what is going on, or even the exact place where you're going?" he said caustically.

"That about sums it up." I answered and he glared.

"Will you not trust me?" My Princess asked him, and his scowl deepened.

"I trust you but this is too dangerous. At least let me travel through the desert with you. I will wait at its end for you to return if you do not want me to know your destination." he pleaded, but she shook her head.

"My father, or anyone else cannot find out what I am doing. Nobara-chan will pretend to be me, and you can say that I have sent Natsume on a task somewhere with Nobara-chan. But no one will believe that both you and Natsume would leave me alone in a strange city, no matter how many soldiers I have. You need to be there for my cover to stay intact." she explained. Tsubasa sighed.

"How long will it take you to come back?" he asked.

"A week." she answered.

"Very well. I will go along with this plan of yours." he said to her before turning to me, "If anything happens to her, I will find you and I will kill you." he said coldly.

"If something happens to her, then that would mean that I am already dead." I replied, and he gave me a nod. We understood each other quite well.

Mikan smacked us both. "Stop talking nonsense." she snapped before heading out to talk to her father about her trip. We shared a did-she-think-we-were-actually-serious look, before shrugging and going off to start preparing for the trip ourselves.