Chapter Five
"What's going on at the airstation, father?" Lucient asked. "The new airstation and the old airstation are getting different space maps . they don't overlap correctly. It's like there's a dimensional gap over one," Endymion answered. Gratiana picked at the food on her plate. Normally, she had a voracious appetite, and before she entered the dining room, her stomach had been growling. However, it had been quieted by her encounter with Galia. She quietly raised a quarter-forkful of mashed potatoes to her mouth, attempting to evade Galia's hateful glare. "You don't think the new airstation is our ticket back to Crystal Tokyo, do you?" Damon asked. "That's exactly what I think," Endymion told them. Catherine sighed loudly. "Crystal Tokyo, Crystal Tokyo, Crystal Tokyo! It's all we ever hear around here. Can't you boys think about THIS planet? All the poverty, the war, the murder?" she sighed. "Crystal Tokyo can help us remedy all that. A descendant of the queen can hold magical power over the people here. Crystal Tokyo is a city of plenty; treasure and riches and.." Catherine cut Lucient off. "For one thousand years only. Hasn't it been that long since we've been here? Our runaway race, I mean. Plus the time Crystal Tokyo existed before we came here," she said. "Where did you hear a thousand-year limitation?" Endymion asked incredulously. "A myth from Earth in my time," she murmured. They were too enraptured in conversation to notice the stare down between Galia and Gratiana. * * * Gratiana quietly snuck herself into Lucient's room before he returned from sword fighting lessons. She sat on the edge of his bed and attempted to wipe away the tearstains on her cheeks. Moments later, Lucient burst through the door and confidently strode over to close the window, passing right by Gratiana. After he locked the window, he turned around and stopped, noticing the petite figure perched on his bed. "Gratiana, what's wrong?" he asked, moving to stop a fat tear from rolling down her face." "Oh, Lucient," she cried, hugging him around his waist and sobbing into his chest. "Everyone thinks that I'm some tramp, some siren, here to distract you from finding a wife. They all think I don't love you!"
Lucient lovingly stroked her back. "There, there," he told her. "Nobody thinks that. Don't listen to Galia, she's not important" "But," she sniffed, "She IS important. She'll stop us from being together!" "She can't; she won't ever," he reassured. "We'll stand up to her foolishness; we'll be together." Even as he promised her this, Lucient's blood ran cold. A sharp chill went up his spine. "I'm okay now, Lucient. Thank you." She carefully rose onto her toes to kiss his cheek, sensing his tenseness, and left. A cold wind rose as she closed the door. "Stay where you are; where you belong," Lucient whispered, throwing a warning to the wind. "and don't ruin this perfect happiness."
"What's going on at the airstation, father?" Lucient asked. "The new airstation and the old airstation are getting different space maps . they don't overlap correctly. It's like there's a dimensional gap over one," Endymion answered. Gratiana picked at the food on her plate. Normally, she had a voracious appetite, and before she entered the dining room, her stomach had been growling. However, it had been quieted by her encounter with Galia. She quietly raised a quarter-forkful of mashed potatoes to her mouth, attempting to evade Galia's hateful glare. "You don't think the new airstation is our ticket back to Crystal Tokyo, do you?" Damon asked. "That's exactly what I think," Endymion told them. Catherine sighed loudly. "Crystal Tokyo, Crystal Tokyo, Crystal Tokyo! It's all we ever hear around here. Can't you boys think about THIS planet? All the poverty, the war, the murder?" she sighed. "Crystal Tokyo can help us remedy all that. A descendant of the queen can hold magical power over the people here. Crystal Tokyo is a city of plenty; treasure and riches and.." Catherine cut Lucient off. "For one thousand years only. Hasn't it been that long since we've been here? Our runaway race, I mean. Plus the time Crystal Tokyo existed before we came here," she said. "Where did you hear a thousand-year limitation?" Endymion asked incredulously. "A myth from Earth in my time," she murmured. They were too enraptured in conversation to notice the stare down between Galia and Gratiana. * * * Gratiana quietly snuck herself into Lucient's room before he returned from sword fighting lessons. She sat on the edge of his bed and attempted to wipe away the tearstains on her cheeks. Moments later, Lucient burst through the door and confidently strode over to close the window, passing right by Gratiana. After he locked the window, he turned around and stopped, noticing the petite figure perched on his bed. "Gratiana, what's wrong?" he asked, moving to stop a fat tear from rolling down her face." "Oh, Lucient," she cried, hugging him around his waist and sobbing into his chest. "Everyone thinks that I'm some tramp, some siren, here to distract you from finding a wife. They all think I don't love you!"
Lucient lovingly stroked her back. "There, there," he told her. "Nobody thinks that. Don't listen to Galia, she's not important" "But," she sniffed, "She IS important. She'll stop us from being together!" "She can't; she won't ever," he reassured. "We'll stand up to her foolishness; we'll be together." Even as he promised her this, Lucient's blood ran cold. A sharp chill went up his spine. "I'm okay now, Lucient. Thank you." She carefully rose onto her toes to kiss his cheek, sensing his tenseness, and left. A cold wind rose as she closed the door. "Stay where you are; where you belong," Lucient whispered, throwing a warning to the wind. "and don't ruin this perfect happiness."