Chapter 22

Epilogue

~Years later at a reunion, Selene is 13, Apollo; 14~

Selene was sitting in a meadow of flowers, well more precisely, the castle garden. She was picking flowers to decorate the room where they were going to host the dinner. She hummed happily; to day she would get to see her mother Meryl and father, Darien ,since 3 years. 3 years ago, she had been fostered to Queen Serena, to become a lady. At the same time, the Zaibok prince, Apollo had been fostered to King Darien to be made a true knight and lord. Her parents had arrived yesterday, with the prince Darien. She had yet to meet the Fanelian prince. She had heard much about him; every one was always talking about him. The maids always saying he was their dream guy. For some reason, she just became increasingly annoyed as more virtues were added to his list. She was convinced the boy was a spoiled brat, who had a cunning tongue. How wrong she was. As she reached down to pluck a rose, a voice spoke up from behind her. Somewhat deep, yet sweet and dangerous at the same time. Though completely polite. "Do you mind if I join you, Milady?" She turned to face the most handsome man she had ever met. There stood a young boy, maybe a year older than her. His eyes were the most amazing ones she had ever seen. They were a deep violet in a dimly lit room, almost black. But when the light hit, they were a dark lavender like the night sky on a full moon. His hair was a little messy, though just adding to the impression of being untamed. His locks were a mixture of gold and silver, Seeming to burn as the sun and illuminate like the moon.

Apollo had been ambling around the garden, searching for his mother when he came upon a lovely creature. At first, he thought it was a nymph, or an elf. Upon closer inspection, he found the girl was human. He came up behind her and asked politely, as he had learned to do, "Do you mind if I join you, Milady?" The girl turned around, the sight of her astounded him. She had stunning firery hair, a mix between gold, straw berry blond, and red. making it look like fire itself. Some of it was pulled up into twin buns, the rest flowed gently down, in small waves to cover her shoulders, and fall an inch or below her arm pit. Her eyes were a stranger color, a deep cerulean blue with flecks of ruby as if it were the night sky burning with stars of fire. She was a few inches shorter than he was. In addition, in the light she seemed a goddess, with hair that was shining as if it were the sunitself, eyes of cerulean and a smile that could light up a night sky. It was as if she was born a star.

The two teenagers soon began to talk as they picked flowers. Not long after, they were laughing and playing as if they were life long friends. They never did find out each other names in the garden. It never really occurred to them that the other was someone whom they had imagined as a stuck up snob. As dinner came around, they parted. They met again at dinner, and finally found out who the other was. Soon, as the parents had predicted, the two fell in love and unified Zaibok and Fanelia even farther. When their parents passed on, the two kingdoms would become one named Zailia. All the citizens were happy, but no one ever expected that the rulers of the other kingdoms would become jealous.

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