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Rain Once More

Lista was worried. Her mother was planning on killing her soon. She could tell. There was a lot more activity and whenever she asked about what was going on, they always told her to go away. Lista sighed and gathered up the few possessions she had wanted to save.

She was going to run.

She would have to move swiftly. If anyone caught her, she would be dead. Lista watched as the rain began once more. It was the wet season in the area they were in. Rain was common at this time of the year.

Lista stepped out into the darkness and turned to view the pit. A lone tear ran down her cheek as she ran away into the night.

"A song for the child who walks in the darkness. A song for the child who cries in the night," Cylan sang softly as she looked up into the sky. "Soon, everything will come to pass. The darkness is gaining. The fourth light, obsidian made flesh, will be beside us soon."

"Princess Cylan," Toros said as he entered her room. The young Crog princess turned to look at him. "Is anything wrong?"

"No, everything is fine," she said and turned her eyes back to the lighting dashed sky. "Soon everything will become clear."

A small whimper escaped Lista's mouth as thunder crashed in the heavens above. She was still running, and running hard. She had to get somewhere safe.

"Are you all right?" Solaris asked her niece.

Eva was curled on her bed, staring at the sky. "I am fine. I just have this feeling everything is about to change."

"Isn't your Crog friend the seer of your bunch?" Solaris said with a slight laugh.

Eva chuckled softly and fell silent once more. "I hate all this fighting."

"Everyone does, but it will end one day," Solaris said and hugged the young queen. "One day, we will be free."

Lista slipped and fell into the mud. Cold lanced through her body. She was crying, but the tears mixed with the never ending rain.

The rain hid her sorrow.

"Aikka," Ain said to his son, "what do you have planned for your race?"

"You will see, father. I do have a plan," Aikka said and turned his attention to his sword. "What do you really want to know?"

"Why her?" Ain said.

Aikka smirked and looked out the window to the storm. "She is the wind, calm and furious. She is the moon, gentle and ever changing. She just is. She is a part of me and I am part of her."

Ain stared at his son for a long moment before speaking. "Just, be careful. Your mother still is not too keen on the idea of you marrying her."

Lista stared openly at her salvation. It was her only chance. She move forward slowly and knocked on the door. It slowly opened.

"What do you want?" a voice asked.

Lista looked up at the Elysian general and gave a faint, sad smile.

"Asylum."