*CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR 1ST TIME VIEWERS!!!!*

Author's Note: Awww, I wub you guys! ^_^ ::grins happily.:: I've never really had any success in writing fanfics before this one, so I guess the encouragement is giving me the will to write in my busy schedule.

Disclaimer: Quite unfortunately, I don't own Orphen, Cleao, Majic, Hartia (Shrimpy), Caroline (Hartia's bull), or Dortin or even… Volcan. ^_~ I wish I did though. Either way, your suing me wouldn't do you any good – I'm broke. ^-^;;;

AND NOW… THE MOMENT I'M SURE YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR – (Not o.o;) THE FANFIC!!! WOOT!!! (Ch. 2)

Ch. 2 – Thinking Of You

Volcan shoved his brother out of bed, dragging him to the door until he woke up. It was dead silent – the moon was gleaming through the window, casting its gentle silver shine on the floor.

"Wha-What the?" cried Dortin. He pointed at his brother accusingly. "WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO NOW?!"

Volcan started screaming– as usual. "Dortin, how many times must I tell you. We are in control around here, and we influence a lot of what goes on here…" Dortin butted in.

"B-But, we have to work for Cleao and Mariabella!" he smiled, obviously content with his work. Again, Volcan sighed, ignorant of Dortin's pleas.

"We are going to go get the Sword Of Baltenders and turn Azalie back into a dragon! That is my ultimate plan!" Volcan laughed madly, clunking about and eventually tripping onto his face. Dortin snickered.

"SHUT UP, YOU IMBICILE!!!! DO YOU WANT TO WAKE THE WHOLE HOUSE UP?!?!" Volcan grabbed Dortin by his collar, shaking him violently.

"I don't wanna go, Volcan," stated Dortin calmly, clinging to his bedpost, afraid Volcan would drag him away. "I like living here."

"Fine – but once you're gone, you're gone!" reminded Volcan. He started talking to himself. "To IMAGINE I would EVER have a brother who would desert me in my time of need…" Dortin rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay, okay. But I refuse to carry the sword this time."

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Cleao lay in her bed, restless and waiting for the sun to rise. Rolling to her side, she heard Leki softly snoring. She stroked his silky head, and thought of the coming trip. Most of her things would be packed by the early morning, and she planned to set out on a wagon to the Tower.

She flicked on her bedside lamp. A few moths circled it like vultures, absorbing the light, lapping it up. Outside, crickets chirped sensitively, as though feeling her heartbreak for Orphen. Cleao wondered where he was – what he was doing that very second. Moving towards her balcony, she opened the glassy and polished doors. To the far distance lay a lake, the one where she had first laid her eyes on him. Him. It sounded so far away.

Almost as though she had never known his name. She refused to shed a tear over him, and knew that he had never once cared for her. From the day they had met, Orphen had seemed to hate her with every fiber in his body. Now shaking from the cool breezes passing through, Cleao thought back to their travels. To be truthful with herself, she had barely known him.

Little did she know of his hobbies, or whatever it was he enjoyed; his views on the world outside of The Tower Of Fang. It literally was quite a childhood crush. It had already been a year – and she was determined to move on. But there was something keeping her, something that made her want to linger for him a while longer. Orphen was sweet anyhow, and she could see how Azalie would have loved him.

What had originally attracted me to him? Cleao wondered, and she blushed at her own answer. His mysterious eyes, a dashing smile crossing his face. Handsome and solemn, but always ready for some sort of encouragement or laughter. Perhaps the fact that she hadn't felt his love was the reason that made her love him so much in the first place.

* * * *

Orphen dragged his feet out of bed, and Azalie entered, ruffling his hair.

"How're you feeling?" she prodded. "Better?" He nodded silently, and she kissed his cheek. "Good…" Orphen smiled a bit at her happiness – she really didn't want to wound his heart. She wanted them to remain friends, and close ones at that. She bit her lip, and brought him some breakfast.

"Azalie, you're spoiling me!" Orphen grinned, and she laughed.

"Not so far…Oof." She plopped down next to him, and handed him the plastic tray. He sniffed the food and munched hungrily. Azalie wandered about the white-walled room. A decent amount of sunshine streamed through the windows, and she wondered if Cleao would accept Orphen's return; he had promised her as such.

He'll be leaving in a couple days, she reminded herself. Orphen's mind wandered, and no longer about Azalie.

As if Cleao's dream had come true, he thought of her. He remembered one night, when they had all been asleep, except for her. She had laid a blanket over him – although he knew she would never know he was actually half awake. The embers and reflected onto her pale skin, making it glow orange and red. Consumed by warmth, he had drifted off to sleep.

Orphen thought of the red limu clam he had handed her, before they had returned back to Majic and Stephanie. It had been sweet of her to look all that time, just to make him feel a little better. He cringed a bit – he hadn't understood, and had, almost hit her? Yes, unfortunately it was right; Orphen closed his eyes and sipped his tea, almost burning his tongue.

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Cleao shoved her trunk into the wagon, and though whining, rejected Dortin's offer of help.

"Are you sure no assistance is needed, Miss Cleao?" questioned Dortin quietly, not wanting to upset her.

"Yes, I'm sure!!" she snapped, peering down at the two trolls angrily, tossing her curled, golden hair behind her shoulders. "What do you think I am?! A weakling!?"

Volcan muttered under his breath, looking away from the scene: "Well, what else would you be, missie?" He kicked the sandy dirt and some pebbles with his foot, hands in his pockets.

"EXCUSE ME?!" fumed Cleao, at hearing Volcan's words. "If Majic can do it, so can I!!!" From the doorway, Mariabella suggested to her mother to get Cleao some calming medicine.

"Interesting how he used magic though, sister dear," murmured Mariabella, giggling. Her mother shushed her.

Cleao was fed up with people telling her she couldn't do things. With one last thrust, it fell into the wagon, landing with a large thump. She grinned triumphantly.

"There? You see? I did it!" Cleao exclaimed happily, clasping her hands together, and then climbing on.

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Author's Ending Note: All I'll tell you, is for the time being, it won't be a happy goody-two-shoe ending.