Title: Mislead Belief
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: life_mistery@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Rating: Pg-13
Category: UC-Mi/L
Summary: You'll just have to read to find out.
Distribution: Please, ask first.
Author's note: I'm still working on my other fics! I just had to start this one.
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Chapter 10

Max was stunned. "She is your what?"

"Grandmother, my father's mother," Liz replied, not really paying attention to him, she was distracted by the books.

Max's teacher whispered something to him, and then left. Max neared Liz. "We have some of these books in English too."

Liz looked at the book, and then at Max. "These books are in English."

Max denied it. "No, they are in Antarian."

"They can't be, because the book's title is Antarian's Customs Before the Revolution, volume II."

Max took the book from her hand. "Exactly. …Wait, how did you know what it mean?"

Liz was about to answer, but the door flew open, startling her. She lost her balance, and almost fell, but Max wrapped his arms around her, preventing the fall.

Liz, breathless looked up at Max, and with her eyes thanked him.

Michael saw the scene and cleared his throat, when Max looked up; he glared at him, and icily informed him. "Isabel is looking for you, Max. Something about a party."

Max loudly groaned, and let go of Liz once she had her balance. "It was nice talking to you."

Liz retorted. "See? It's easier this way instead of treating me as if I were painted on a wall."

Max guiltily laughed, "Yeah, we'll continue are talk later, and as soon as he passed Michael, he patted him on the back and muttered. "She is just what you need."

Michael waited until Max left. "So how long have you've been awake?"

"A while. Steve was keeping me company before I came to bug Prince Max."

"Steve?" Michael asked, the green eye monster waiting to burst out.

"The guard you told to be my shadow. He was keeping an eye on me, while I poked around." Liz picked another book. "Antarian Phonetics."
* * * *

"Liz, you must learn your third language. It's very important, while they may know English; you'll always feel left out if you don't understand the language. We'll start with Antarian Phonetics. It's a great book, I may add. I learned to speak and read with this very book." Claudia opened the book on the first page. "Now lets start with the vocals."
* * * *

Michael shook Liz, and he could feel the electricity between them by just touching her. "Liz, you spaced out."

"I know. I'm not in Antar by just orbing here." Liz joked, trying to cover up her worries. 'Twice in just a few hours. What's happening to me?'

"I'll show you around," Michael said, pulling her out the library.

"Where are we going?" Liz asked, once she noticed they had left the castle's ground.

"Just follow me. We are climbing up that small mountain," he said, pointing to the mountain that was a mile away.

"This better be good," Liz mumbled.

An hour later, they were over the mountain. The mountain was a cliff, and a sea ran below it, and there was bridge, but Liz couldn't see the end of it."

"It takes three hours to cross that bridge, and you have to walk," Michael answered Liz's unspoken question, watching her.

Liz looked up and for the first time noticed the four bright moons. "Beautiful."

"I know," Michael softly agreed, but he wasn't looking at the moons.

Liz noticed one of them was only half a moon.
* * * *

"Liz, Antar has four moons. There is no Sun, the moon is their only natural light, and four months before the cycle has to start again, a moon stops shinning, and by the end of the cycle they have a day with no natural light. That's when the stars are their brightest, and they celebrate all day long. There's only one day when they are able to see the sun and that just every five or ten years the four moons align one behind the other." Claudia explained, demonstrating Liz the cycles with color papers. "If you go to the cliff where the bridge is, you'll be able to see them clearly and almost touch them. The bridge is very special you can't see the end."

"Why?" The curious seven-year-old asked.

"Because you have to walk a long way to get to the end of the bridge, but reaching half of it will be the difficult part because it's at the beginning when you'll have to face your fears. But the question you must ask yourself is when you reach the end. Will you turn back or will you give the final step and step out off the bridge?"
* * * *

Michael was about to call for help when she blinked. "Does this happen often?"

Liz replied with a question of her own. "Do you bring every girl you meet here just to charm her?"

Michael decided to drop the subject for now and answer her question. "No, just you." When he realized what the other part of the question had been he smugly asked, "So am I charming you?"

Liz was about to deny it, but she wanted to shock him, and what better way than with the truth. "Yes." She slowly approached him, swaying her hips from side to side, she saw as his eyes follow the movement of her hips, and when he met her eyes she was already close enough for her breathe to mingle with his. "I think I fell for your charms a while ago." Liz played with the button of his shirt. Their faces were inching closer, and then they heard a voice call out. "Sir, Prince Max has requested to see you," and they broke apart.

Michael and Liz stared at each other for a while. "We better get going." Michael took Liz's hands in his, and with their hands entwined, they left back to the castle.

Max jogged towards them when he saw them. "Finally."

"What's up?" Liz asked, her hand still entwined with Michael's.

"Kivar is coming in three days, that what's up," Max informed them pacing. "He wants to see you, Liz."