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Hey Hey Hey! I'm back once again with another thrilling chapter of Sonatine of the Wind. I hoped you liked the 2nd chapter, it wasn't as long as I hoped for it to be, but oh well! Anyway here's the next chapter. The characters will begin to understand everything and such. No action yet. The villain will now be introduced! Hehe. Enjoy this next chapter. And thanks to all who reviewed.
Sonatine of the Wind.
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Shadows inflamed the circular room, it was as ice, thick clouds of frost made its way into the room, making the darken room its home. The stoned mosaic floor, worn down to its prime yet still shown its greatness beyond its years. Surrounded by elegant, but tattered black drapes, that hung high, making simple sheers cascaded down onto the worn floor. In the center of the black stricken room lied an old Victorian stand, its cravens full of dust that had collected over the years. On top of the stand was a simply but small crystal sphere, that was so transparent that you could have thought to been able to pass your hand through. Once again dust had been collecting upon it. It lied on material that was old and worn as the drapes. Holes had made itself a part of its grand design.
The cloud of frost deepened its form, as a dark hazy shadow creped into the room. As the figures black night robes trailed behind him, he had stopped in front of the once majestic Victorian stand. Waving his armored hand across the transparent sphere it started to gracefully float upwards, stopping a distance. There the sphere floated, the frost giving it a magnificence glaze. The hooded man gazed at the sphere a moment only to wave his armored hand once more above the floating gem. It glowed a deep burning red, as it showered the room in a deep red of light. Only to see his darken figure, you could see a slight grin replaced his features. A burst of wind abruptly opened the doors of the room, lifting the timeless drapes to entwine with one another. As the wind played with the robes of his clothing, he pulled his garments closer to himself, protecting from further coldness. In failing he slowly unsheathe his hood, his icy, cold black eyes, filled with nothingness. His long black hair cascaded down his black robes as it showered onto the mosaic room.
" Its time to take what's mine…….." he whispered, as the cool wind took his message out of the room he occupied. As the drapes and sheers entwined themselves once more. Leaving waves of fabric wandering the outside of his worn balcony. The moon lit sky, filled with darkening clouds, as it overlapping the moon shielding it from human eyes.
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Knocking softly on the door of Clef's room, hoping that the sorcerer wasn't asleep just yet. Hearing no response, Ferio had softly opened the twin doors. Only to be greeted by mountains of high books. Clef's room was indeed a mess, but that was to only prove that the sorcerer had indeed been working. Ferio had been trying to walk through the forest of books trying to steady the books as he walked past them. Soon finding his way through the labyrinth of books, he spotted lavender hair that could only belong to Clef. It seem he was awake once again, same as all the other nights. He was content with an old worn out book he had been reading for quiet some time. Clefs eyes never left the book he was reading. Ferio being as quiet as he could, leaning over the shoulder of Guru Clef to see what he was so in depth about. Ferio's eyes had darted onto the page, for the book Clef was reading seemed to be about the 3 Maidens, therefore the page Clef was on was regarding the Wind Maiden. Ferio's eyes widen a bit, there she was, the angel that had entered his room long ago. The image was old and worn, but her image stayed clear in his mind, her garments were as made of the wind, that flowed upon his floor of his room, her striking emerald eyes that haunted him. The ancient, tattered page, was written in a strange language that Ferio could not understand, its characters were unrecognized by his eyes.
"What may I help you with my Prince?" the sorcerer said still concentrating on the book. Ferio had jumped a bit seeing how the mage spotted him, of course he was no fool Ferio new Clef would of noticed him hovering above him unknowing. "I've had hoped to talk to you" still not taking his eyes from the book, Clef had only turned a page once more. "Oh is that so? What does the Prince of Cephiro need of me?" the mage questioned as he turned a page once more again, still keeping his eyes closely onto the book.
"Its about the Wind Maiden that you are so confused about." Clef abruptly stopped in turning the page only to look up in curiosity. Collecting his thoughts once again he sat up and turned around to see a determined face of his Prince. "Tell me my Prince, what is it that you came to tell me? About the Wind Maiden?" he took a step closer towards Ferio hardened his gaze towards the mage. "She came to me last night, she said that I was not to be despaired, and that I was in pain. Clef? What does this have to do with anything? Or me for that matter? Why did she come to me?" he said softly crossing his arms over his chest to contain some comfort within him. Clef had only placed his hand on his chin, closing his aquamarine eyes, he began to think. Ferio had just stood there carefully as to not disturbed the sorcerer's thinking.
"Why would she indeed?" Ferio was about to say something to the mage but was interceded with his own. "For the maidens are in a slumber, its not possible for the Wind Maiden to come forth with such ease as she did? Tell me, did she say anything else?" Ferio had just nodded confirming that she had said nothing else to him. "Clef? Her eyes. They were pleading something to me. I couldn't not read them well for they were clouded with sadness" the made just sighed deeply as he returned to his book concentrating once more. "The legend says that the 3 Maidens hold everything in balance, they feel, know, and see everything in our world, maybe for what you see in her eyes is a reflection of what we are going through, why with the pillar gone Cephiro's beauty has begun to wilt away, thus evil returns and threatens the position we are in." a piece of fallen lavender hair fell across his face. Clef pushed the fallen hair out of his face and back into its place.
"Clef you need sleep, try and get some. Goodnight" and with that Ferio had departure out of the mage's towering room full of books. Clef sighed once more massaging his temples. "Sleep, that is one thing that can wait." the sorcerer yawned, as he stretched his arms to relieve the tension. He turned to face his slightly opened window. Clef stood up, his robes swaying by the wind, as he drew closer towards his opened window he could hear the wonderful sounds of the waves of the ocean crashing upon the rocks below. He breathed in the fresh breeze, 'so wonderful' his thoughts wonder upon the Water Maiden. Looking down into the ocean, he smiled. As he was about to depart from his window something caught his eye. Down by the shore where the ocean starts to recede. He saw her, as her translucent figure watched him. Her white, elegant dress swayed with the motions the wind, making it pour onto the sandy beach. Her deep Blue hair also danced with the wind. She smiled tenderly bring her hands forward, in making a graceful gesture for him to come out. With that Clef dashed, crashing into the books in his study. Now making his way through the hall of the castle, knocking things here and there from there pervious places. He hoped if he would get there soon she would have still been there, waiting for him. Is she one of the Maidens were looking for? Surely it isn't possible since there are all in a slumber and have not been awakened. His now messy hair scatter from where it usually resides.
The moon reappeared out from its confinement of the clouds. Making the oceans surface glimmer with its moonlight. Clef had stopped a few feet from where she stood. Just looking at her. 'she is in a spirit form, but why? And how? His thoughts lingered of the beauty as she took a gentle step towards him. Her blue eyes sparkled, but was also mixed with sadness.
"For this way I was able to converse with you, …… Clef." her tender voice soothing his body. She took a step closer to him once more. Now scarcely inches from the sorcerer. Bring her pale hand up to his face, she gently traced his features, as if memorizing him. Clef was finding her touch to be irresistible. He knew somehow he was to be dreaming. He was afraid of asking any questions, he didn't want her flee, but he wanted to know if she was indeed the Water Maiden. Clef regretfully pulled away from her warm touch. " Are you the Water Maiden?" she only smiled softly at him as she receded into the water a ways. She turned back slightly only to briefly glance at the sorcerer. "I'm ready to be awakened." and with that swirls of water entwined itself over her body, only to burst softly revealing nothing but the ocean and the place where she once stood. Clef stood speechless, walking a bit where the water had meet the shore. Looking out into the ocean. He had meet her, and now he was to awaken her from her slumber.
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Once again entering his now warm room, he had taken a good look at his surroundings. Nothing. Nothing has change, everything was the way it was supposed to be. He wanted to see her again, but how? He walked towards his window and opened their magnificent doors slightly letting the warm breeze hit his face once more. He sighed softly as he went towards his washroom to undress himself, not noticing that the doors of his windows had moved exposing the night sky, the breeze once again softly playing with his sheers. Now dressed in a simple white peasant shirt, and a pair of loose, comfortable brown pants, his once messing forest green hair now tamed. He made his way towards his bed, pulling back the soft sheets that seem to invite him even more, now making himself comfortable he leaned over to blow out the candles that was the light source of his entire room. Leaving the moonlight his only light now. Quickly sleep as now overcome Ferio, as the wind slowly died down. His face outlined with the moon's showers of beams. A soft translucent hand gently stroked his cheek. Once again she had come, she gently leaned down, as trails of her white dress filled the room. Now kneeling at his side, taking a handful of his locks of green hair into her lucid hand. Looking for a moment at the young price, she gently leaned down, as she gently brushed her lips across his bronzed cheek. Staring once more at his features, she carefully acquired a small emerald jewel that had resided on her detailed chest plate that held her white elegant dress. Placing it now in Ferio's opened palm, she gently closed his hand sealing the gem within him.
She knelt there once more, gazing at his features only to slowly fade away from where she occupied. The wind had brought the dancing sheers to an end. His now closed window doors mocked the wind, as it could not enter the room. A dark, sinister, raven had perched itself upon the banner of the balcony's railing, its tired, petrified eyes now peering inside of Ferio's now darkened room. As if it was being called back, it stretched its abnormally large black wings, and took off into the dark night, returning to its caller. Once again the moon hiding behind its captor, the gray dark clouds, blocking the moonlight light.
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Authors Notes: so what did you guys think? Was it alright? Lol I hope so. I think it would better if I get one of these chapters out every Saturday or Sunday, so you guys can look forward and know when I would be updating this fic. I'm really sorry again if you see anymore mistakes, I'm trying my best, heck I'm even looking up all the words I cant spell…. I know. Anyway chapter 4 is coming out! Next chapter: will Lantis be able to free the Fire Maiden? And what will happen if he does? Lol you have to find out later. Take care! And read and review. Ciao.