"Lord Van," came a gruff voice from behind the young king.
"What is it now Calion?" the brown haired boy turned to face the speaker.
"The other advisors would like to speak to you in meeting," the man was tall and strong. He wore the long royal purple robes of a noble; a small broach held them together, brandishing the Fanelian crest.
Van sighed deeply. He really didn't want to talk with his advisors again. He had joined them in meeting not two days ago, and they never really had anything to say. But not even a king can refuse a request of meeting. Reluctantly he obliged and followed the man to the counsel room.
He took a seat at the head of the large table that sat in the middle of the room. Calion took a seat to his right side and both waited as the other advisors settled themselves.
"Alright. Now what is the meeting for this time?" Van said rather rudely.
"Lord Van, we were only wondering what actions would be taken now that the war is over," one man said.
Van's face fell at the man's comment. He had been asked this during the last meeting and he had no answer for it. And now they had the gall to bring it up again with so short notice. He understood that his kingdom was still in the process of being rebuilt. After the Great War he had worked hard to get the rebuilding process moving and to his pleasant surprise it was begun when the order was sent.
All the previous residents of Fanelia had joined together to help build their once great country. The kings of the surrounding countries sent their most capable men to help with the process and some even sent their own builders to help. Prince Chid even invited him to stay at the castle of Palas until his country was built. It was almost like the war and hate had never occurred. Peace had been restored and everyone seemed to live in harmony again.
"I have no plans right now," Van said, trying to keep his anger at bay, "My biggest concern is the rebuilding of Fanelia."
"But sire…" one man interrupted.
"I assure you, once the building process is close to done we can start worrying about the details. As for now, all I would like to do is rest, to give me time to think."
"Sire," Calion said bowing his head in respect, "You have had plenty of time to think."
"It has been a week," the young kings fury began to rise in his throat, "I am still weary from the battle and…"
The advisors' heart sank as they saw the sad look cross the king's face. They knew the battle was not the only reason for his weariness. The loss of his first love had made its mark on him, and a deep mark it was. Calion searched for the words to comfort the young boy but could think of nothing appropriate.
Van rose from his chair, "If there is anything left to say, say it now. Otherwise I am leaving."
The men bowed their heads and said nothing. All knew the deep sorrow the boy had and was afraid that the wrong words would unleash the demon-fury within. Van nodded to his advisors and walked slowly out the door. Once the young king left his advisors spoke their concern.
"I fear that the loss of the Lady Hitomi has left a larger mark then we thought," Calion stated sadly.
"Maybe we should let him be for a while and take over the responsibility of kingship for a while," one of the youngest advisors offered meekly, "That is until his is in his right state of mind."
"Of course not!" the eldest there said sharply, "It is only temporary, the king feels this loss because it is his first time loving. He will get over it."
"I am afraid that it is not that simple," Calion spoke again, "Maybe we should take it into consideration. I will offer him the thought and see what he thinks. It would almost be a vacation."
Calion turned his back on the men and stared out the large window behind the king's chair. He gestured for the men to leave him and thought deeply on how to bring the subject to Van without sounding harsh.
Van stood outside the large wooden doors and listened to the men talk. His heart sank at their words, but he knew they were true. He was having trouble with the loss of Hitomi, though he wouldn't admit to it. The king walked aimlessly through the great halls of the castle of Palas. His thoughts and memories floated in his head, but they always seemed to have to do with his lost one, and his heart sank again.
A young cat-girl followed him close behind, hiding in the shadows. She could see and feel the pain that made her king sad. Her face fell and tears surfaced in her eyes.
'Poor Lord Van,' she said to herself, 'If only you could be happy again. I would give anything to see you smile.'
The girl watched as Van walked slowly away. In her mind she said a silent prayer for the boy and bounded off into the gardens.
"Okay, so tell me Hitomi, how are you feeling?" said a soothing voice above her head.
Hitomi opened her eyes and looked around. She sat in a small brown chair in a rather undersized office. The room was decorated with flowers in beautifully made vases and the Japanese sign for peace and sincerity hung in a frame near a mahogany desk. A large bay window covered half the side of a wall, that let in the sites and sounds of the busy city below. She moved her gaze back to the man that sat a few feet away. He was a tall man, almost to tall for the room. His brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and his azure eyes gleamed in the light. He wore casual clothes and held a small notepad in his hand.
"Hitomi?" his soft voice came again, "Will you please tell me?"
"I'm fine Dr. Rikarzi," she told the man, "I don't know why I have to be here."
"Your mother is worried about you. She just wants to know why you are so sad. So please, start in the beginning."
Hitomi took a deep breath and shut her eyes. She knew he wouldn't believe her, but in her heart she wished he would. She had wanted so badly to talk to someone who would understand. But how could someone understand her story when it sounds so crazy.
"You won't believe me," she said, her eyes still shut, "I know it."
"Try me," was all that the man said.
The girl sighed and began her story. She told him everything, from beginning to end. She told him about what happened on the track field. She explained how Van had killed the dragon and saved her. She told him all about Gaea and the wonderful and horrible events that had happened. She tried to tell him about the visions that she had, and the tarot readings that she performed. And while she was telling him this all he said not a word. He nodded to the girl and wrote a few things down in his notepad, but he listened intently. And when Hitomi finished her tale he still said nothing. He just sat there and looked at her with soft eyes. She could tell that he was still taking all of it in, his mind was sorting through the maze she had explained to him. Hitomi's heart fell when he opened his mouth to speak. She waited for him to tell her she was crazy or stressed out or making it all up, but that didn't come.
"Hitomi," was all that he said.
The girl looked at him, "Aren't you going to tell me I'm crazy? Tell me that I'm making it all up?" she asked accusingly.
The man smiled, "Oh course not, what kind of psychiatrist would I be then?" his voice was quiet and teasing, "But I must say, your story seems a little farfetched."
"It's not a story," Hitomi snapped, "Why would I make that up?"
"I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that. But it is true."
Hitomi leaned back in the chair and sighed heavily. She had hoped so much that he would understand, but he was liked everyone else. He couldn't understand what pain she was going through and blocked out all possibility of it being true.
"May I try one more thing with you?" the man asked while pulling a small pocketwatch out of his coat, "A little trick I picked up, called hypnotism, you've probably heard of it."
Hitomi shrugged and relaxed herself in the chair. She watched as the man swung the clock in front of her face and slowly her eyes began to shut.
A/N: wow, it has been a long time since I have updated…well, here you go. I'm sorry for the delay. Please forgive me! I'll get the next chappie up sooner. Well, gotta go! Enjoy!
Ja ne!
Laterz!
FireDemon
"What is it now Calion?" the brown haired boy turned to face the speaker.
"The other advisors would like to speak to you in meeting," the man was tall and strong. He wore the long royal purple robes of a noble; a small broach held them together, brandishing the Fanelian crest.
Van sighed deeply. He really didn't want to talk with his advisors again. He had joined them in meeting not two days ago, and they never really had anything to say. But not even a king can refuse a request of meeting. Reluctantly he obliged and followed the man to the counsel room.
He took a seat at the head of the large table that sat in the middle of the room. Calion took a seat to his right side and both waited as the other advisors settled themselves.
"Alright. Now what is the meeting for this time?" Van said rather rudely.
"Lord Van, we were only wondering what actions would be taken now that the war is over," one man said.
Van's face fell at the man's comment. He had been asked this during the last meeting and he had no answer for it. And now they had the gall to bring it up again with so short notice. He understood that his kingdom was still in the process of being rebuilt. After the Great War he had worked hard to get the rebuilding process moving and to his pleasant surprise it was begun when the order was sent.
All the previous residents of Fanelia had joined together to help build their once great country. The kings of the surrounding countries sent their most capable men to help with the process and some even sent their own builders to help. Prince Chid even invited him to stay at the castle of Palas until his country was built. It was almost like the war and hate had never occurred. Peace had been restored and everyone seemed to live in harmony again.
"I have no plans right now," Van said, trying to keep his anger at bay, "My biggest concern is the rebuilding of Fanelia."
"But sire…" one man interrupted.
"I assure you, once the building process is close to done we can start worrying about the details. As for now, all I would like to do is rest, to give me time to think."
"Sire," Calion said bowing his head in respect, "You have had plenty of time to think."
"It has been a week," the young kings fury began to rise in his throat, "I am still weary from the battle and…"
The advisors' heart sank as they saw the sad look cross the king's face. They knew the battle was not the only reason for his weariness. The loss of his first love had made its mark on him, and a deep mark it was. Calion searched for the words to comfort the young boy but could think of nothing appropriate.
Van rose from his chair, "If there is anything left to say, say it now. Otherwise I am leaving."
The men bowed their heads and said nothing. All knew the deep sorrow the boy had and was afraid that the wrong words would unleash the demon-fury within. Van nodded to his advisors and walked slowly out the door. Once the young king left his advisors spoke their concern.
"I fear that the loss of the Lady Hitomi has left a larger mark then we thought," Calion stated sadly.
"Maybe we should let him be for a while and take over the responsibility of kingship for a while," one of the youngest advisors offered meekly, "That is until his is in his right state of mind."
"Of course not!" the eldest there said sharply, "It is only temporary, the king feels this loss because it is his first time loving. He will get over it."
"I am afraid that it is not that simple," Calion spoke again, "Maybe we should take it into consideration. I will offer him the thought and see what he thinks. It would almost be a vacation."
Calion turned his back on the men and stared out the large window behind the king's chair. He gestured for the men to leave him and thought deeply on how to bring the subject to Van without sounding harsh.
Van stood outside the large wooden doors and listened to the men talk. His heart sank at their words, but he knew they were true. He was having trouble with the loss of Hitomi, though he wouldn't admit to it. The king walked aimlessly through the great halls of the castle of Palas. His thoughts and memories floated in his head, but they always seemed to have to do with his lost one, and his heart sank again.
A young cat-girl followed him close behind, hiding in the shadows. She could see and feel the pain that made her king sad. Her face fell and tears surfaced in her eyes.
'Poor Lord Van,' she said to herself, 'If only you could be happy again. I would give anything to see you smile.'
The girl watched as Van walked slowly away. In her mind she said a silent prayer for the boy and bounded off into the gardens.
"Okay, so tell me Hitomi, how are you feeling?" said a soothing voice above her head.
Hitomi opened her eyes and looked around. She sat in a small brown chair in a rather undersized office. The room was decorated with flowers in beautifully made vases and the Japanese sign for peace and sincerity hung in a frame near a mahogany desk. A large bay window covered half the side of a wall, that let in the sites and sounds of the busy city below. She moved her gaze back to the man that sat a few feet away. He was a tall man, almost to tall for the room. His brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and his azure eyes gleamed in the light. He wore casual clothes and held a small notepad in his hand.
"Hitomi?" his soft voice came again, "Will you please tell me?"
"I'm fine Dr. Rikarzi," she told the man, "I don't know why I have to be here."
"Your mother is worried about you. She just wants to know why you are so sad. So please, start in the beginning."
Hitomi took a deep breath and shut her eyes. She knew he wouldn't believe her, but in her heart she wished he would. She had wanted so badly to talk to someone who would understand. But how could someone understand her story when it sounds so crazy.
"You won't believe me," she said, her eyes still shut, "I know it."
"Try me," was all that the man said.
The girl sighed and began her story. She told him everything, from beginning to end. She told him about what happened on the track field. She explained how Van had killed the dragon and saved her. She told him all about Gaea and the wonderful and horrible events that had happened. She tried to tell him about the visions that she had, and the tarot readings that she performed. And while she was telling him this all he said not a word. He nodded to the girl and wrote a few things down in his notepad, but he listened intently. And when Hitomi finished her tale he still said nothing. He just sat there and looked at her with soft eyes. She could tell that he was still taking all of it in, his mind was sorting through the maze she had explained to him. Hitomi's heart fell when he opened his mouth to speak. She waited for him to tell her she was crazy or stressed out or making it all up, but that didn't come.
"Hitomi," was all that he said.
The girl looked at him, "Aren't you going to tell me I'm crazy? Tell me that I'm making it all up?" she asked accusingly.
The man smiled, "Oh course not, what kind of psychiatrist would I be then?" his voice was quiet and teasing, "But I must say, your story seems a little farfetched."
"It's not a story," Hitomi snapped, "Why would I make that up?"
"I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that. But it is true."
Hitomi leaned back in the chair and sighed heavily. She had hoped so much that he would understand, but he was liked everyone else. He couldn't understand what pain she was going through and blocked out all possibility of it being true.
"May I try one more thing with you?" the man asked while pulling a small pocketwatch out of his coat, "A little trick I picked up, called hypnotism, you've probably heard of it."
Hitomi shrugged and relaxed herself in the chair. She watched as the man swung the clock in front of her face and slowly her eyes began to shut.
A/N: wow, it has been a long time since I have updated…well, here you go. I'm sorry for the delay. Please forgive me! I'll get the next chappie up sooner. Well, gotta go! Enjoy!
Ja ne!
Laterz!
FireDemon