This second section of the Interlude continues from the last update. Sorry
it's taken so long ;) This concludes the entire Book I. Enjoy =)
11. Allen's letter to Van
Grey, 10th Moon, 13 ADW
Dear Van,
Though it's been a week since our meeting, I am still undecided about the Etolian war. I guess I've caught your malaise of morality and indecision. If we intercept the fight, it will seem like we're stepping into someone else's backyard. The Etolian leaders will undoubtedly react more strongly. If we don't interfere, the situation might get worse. But as Hitomi pointed out, it is after all an artistic quarrel. They are fighting about which philosophical ideology should dominate - this is hardly an issue we understand personally. At the end of this week, I will present my decision to the Alliance council and I will most likely vote for non-intervention. Let the clans work out their ideological problems on their own. What will you conclude?
On a more cheerful note, congratulations on the completion of the city, Varie. The tower sounds like a splendid idea, as does the national park by the falls. I will definitely take the family for a trip once I have time for a vacation.
Millerna and I are very glad to hear that you and Hitomi have agreed to have the birthday gathering in Palas this year. The new fisherman's wharf has been very popular with the citizens, and has boosted our economy. I've sure the kids would love it. Let me now apologize beforehand for any mischief that Amadis might do to Valorick or anyone else. A nine year old is harder to handle than I expected. Just a few days ago, he was caught sneaking into the melef storage room. Of course, he was duly punished, but I don't believe any punishment can deter him. His mind is simply too clever and reckless. Millerna still cradles him and that worsens his pride. Strangely, I see an image of my younger self in him. I'm sure you too remember the days when a sword brought the illusion of grandeur. I feel he's much too young for all this. I do love him, but about his behavior I can do nothing except sigh. Chid, on the other hand, is ever the pride and joy of our family. I suppose he gets his steadfastness and tact from his mother.
We will see you in three colors' time.
Yours truly,
Allen C. Schezar
12. Amadis's message to Valorick and Endymion
Emerald, 1st Moon, 13 ADW
Whatever I said on the card is not my true intention - this is. I never wanted to write you two a card anyways but my father forced me. Of course, I'd rather write a card than go to your stupid birthday party. I'm going to be sick that day. So you're turning 10. Big deal! I'm already 12! I don't see anything wonderful, talented or handsome about you, Valorick. I'm a prince too, you know. Besides, Asturia is much stronger than Fanelia. And don't you ever mention the fact that my father was not born a king like your father (or 'daddy' as you call him). What's so great about birthrights anyways? You're handed a golden plate just because you're related to some dead old guy? Don't be ridiculous, Valorick Fanel!
Well, I'll see you two when you're older and more worthy. You probably haven't even seen a naked girl or stolen anything.
His Royal Highness, Amadis Leon Schezar p.s. don't you dare tell anyone about this note.
13. Hitomi's notes on the back of a photograph
Summer Festival at Palas: Orange, 30th Moon, 18 ADW Back row (standing) from left to right: Chid, Allen, Van, Dryden Front row (kneeling): Amadis, Orion, Endymion, Valorick
"Boys and Men." Our Val has grown so tall now. 12 years old. He looks just like the young and dashing Van I met on Earth about 17 years ago. Time flows by swiftly. But Van is still so charming, strong and handsome in his quietness. He still doesn't smile in pictures - only a slight grin. He seems not to have aged - especially since Hermione was born. Orion is also still like a young boy. A stranger would think he's about his son's age. Endy has his beautiful eyes, but none of his hilarious immaturity (look at that expression on his face!). The ageless child. Chid is a young man now. Steady in looks and leadership. He seems more reserved than the young Allen, but of course, he has the signature blond hair and blue eyes, full of the Schezar charm. Allen, always the knight in shining armour, appears the same but much wiser. Dryden is the one who seems to have aged, perhaps due to the pressures of business. Amadis looks older for his age (he has the funniest smile), obviously because he's done things only older people should do.
A glorious summer. Love cooking BBQ and watching the boys run around on the grass, playing ball. H. K. F.
14. Allen's message to Millerna
Rose, 21st Moon, 19 ADW
My love,
When will you tear down the wall you have set up between us? I am dying for your forgiveness. Every moment of the day, I re-think my behavior and try to understand where I have gone wrong. I would never harm you and Amadis. What you said is simply not true: I do not love Marlene and Chid more. You are my queen, and Amadis is my son. I gave the oil painting to Chid only because he's the one who will treasure it more, not because I'm still enamoured with his mother. You know that Amadis has no care for art - I do not blame him, I love him still. But if I gave him a masterpiece of art, wouldn't that show how little I understand of his tastes? He's 15 now, and I trust he has his own judgement on things, and I won't coerce him to do anything. I'm harsh on him sometimes because he needs to be restrained, and it's my responsibility as his father to guide him. Please, love, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. It's been nearly 17 years since we got married. Please look pass this incident. Meet me in the library this afternoon and we'll talk more.
Ever yours, Allen
15. Hitomi's letter to Van
Lilac, 22nd Moon, 20 ADW
My most beloved Van,
Being amongst these ancient Gaean ruins, I feel I have travelled back in time, not only to the beginning of Gaea's civilizations, but also to the days when I did archaeological research on the Mystic Moon. Thank you, my love, for this wonderful idea and for giving me the chance to explore the world. This expedition could not have been possible without you. I hope that everything is well in Fanelia. I know you must be doing fine on your own, but I still feel somewhat bad for leaving you alone, especially since the children can be quite a handful. But perhaps this is your chance to be with them, and to enter the next stage of fatherhood.
Three days ago, I was still in the Jade Mountains of Asopia, where I studied the indescribable Ruins of Mooncarcia. At night, when the Mystic Moon gleams above the peaks and valleys, the stone ruins glisten with life and the mysterious hieroglyphics carved on them almost seemed to send moonlight through my veins. I have scraped some debris and sand off the stones and put them in a jar for you - they will glow under moonlight. I believe we have enough evidence to conclude that these stone monoliths were used for astronomical purposes, much like a place called Stonehenge on the Mystic Moon. When I return home, I want to compile a full report. We've also made progress in deciphering the ancient language. So far, 3425 characters have been decoded. This is very different from Atlantean. My students are very good in terms of being careful with the ancient monuments and they've been diligent in documenting everything they've seen or learned. My hope is that Val can one day participate in an exploration of this kind - it would suit his tastes perfectly. Dr. Oneseme has been very kind and sagacious in teaching me such a wealth of knowledge on ancient Gaean civilizations. I feel very honoured to be able to assist him in writing his book on Mooncarcia. He says he gets much of his complex philosophy from the beliefs of the ancient people. "They were not primitive," he says, "but were filled with a sublime simplicity that is the very kernel of wisdom."
Yesterday, we took hot air balloons and flew across half of Gaea to come to Etolia, within only a few hours. Unfortunately, I was unable to see Fanelia from the air, since we flew more in the southern regions. Immediately after our arrival, we journeyed on foot to the magnificent Castalian Falls. I held my breath when I first saw it and it feels like I'm still holding my breath in awe! The golden rocks of the caves behind the fall, when reflected by sunlight, causes the water to shimmer iridescently! No wonder they call it Veil of the Muses. I wish you could be here to see it with me. Innumerable artists have gathered around here, crouching on rocks, wading in the pool, or setting up tents right next to ours. The atmosphere is full of songs, colors and profound phrases.
Up until now, we've just been relaxing, sketching the landscape and doing some geographical measures in the vicinity. Tomorrow, we will actually dive and swim behind the falls and into the caves. As I'm sure you know, there is a legend that buried inside these caves are objects from the Mystic Moon. When I first heard this, every fibre of my being stood on ends, so I hope I can gain some confirmation tomorrow. Being born and raised on the moon, I'm sure I can verify the authenticity of anything we find.
Just a few hours ago, an old woman who is a nomadic storyteller, came up to me and told me to look at the sky. I looked up and saw 'The Tears of Time', which will always be the constellation of Orion, or mitsu boshi, for me. She patiently sat down and told me the long lost myth (the one that Nestor couldn't find in the books), which I know you've been waiting to hear: the god of Time once contained the three crystals of past, present and future within his body, and he used them to control humanity and the universe. One day, this god fell in love with a mortal woman, but she refused to be with him because she knew of his tyranny. She said to him, "You may have all three crystals of time but you do not have eternity." The god was daunted and did not know how to react. He did not understand what eternity is. Some years passed, then one day he found his beloved was very sad - her father had died. Seeing her mourn for the loss of a loved one, he cried also. Within his tear was the crystal of the past. The woman witnessed that the god had feelings too, and that he really did love her, so she finally returned his love. They spend many happy years together, until sadly, the mortal woman passed away. The god of time felt heartbroken - their days of happiness were transient. He shed another tear and with it, the crystal of the present. But soon afterwards, the immortal soul of the woman flew to him and he had the revelation that love is not stopped by death. He finally understood eternity. With that, he shed his final tear and lost the crystal of the future. With the last crystal gone, he ceased to exist. His soul then entered the hourglass constellation, where he watches over Gaea eternally.
I noticed that the old woman wore a beautiful necklace. She explained that this represents the myth. The necklace has 5 beads, one red that symbolizes the past, a blue one for the present, a green for the future, and on both sides of the chain of three is a white bead representing eternity. I thought this was a gorgeous charm. She gave me a few for keepsake. Hermione would love one.
The stars of time are like invincible knights shining in silver armor, but their light also assuages the land and calms everything. Seeing this celestial sight, softened even more by the deep silence of the woods, I am filled with a strange sadness somehow. I suppose it's simply that I fear our ideal society, our kingdom, will one day become archaeological ruins as well. These great monuments and relics were hallmarks of a once glorious civilization, when people thought they had secured peace and prosperity for all times. But no, all towers must fall. Will ours meet the same fate? How can we believe in everlasting peace? This land may have the beauty of Serenus, but not its utopian bliss. Well, I'm just rambling on. All I need is to be back in your arms.
I'm not sure when I can return. It's hard to give a precise length to our research. If we discover something in the caves then we will stay longer. If not, I will probably be back for Orion's 35th birthday. Give everyone my regards. Kiss the children for me. Don't forget to braid Hermione's hair and let her wear that pink necklace she likes. Don't let her order any more dresses. Watch over Val's readings. And of course, take care of yourself for me.
Eternally yours, Hitomi
16. Van's reply
Red, 1st Moon, 20 ADW
My Hitomi,
A day after your last letter arrived, I received the package of the Mystic Moon relic. No message was attached, so I'm assuming you're absolutely speechless. I'm very happy for you that you've found pieces from your homeland. By the way, I've wanted to tell you again (I believe I have told you before, a long time ago) that I wouldn't mind it if you use the term "Earth". I know that's how you'll always think of it. The "Mystic Moon" never became familiar, did it? You don't have to change what you're comfortable with just for my sake or anyone else's. Feel free to express your nostalgia and love. I'm proud of you for that passion, because I too love my homeland.
The Jade Mountains and Castalian Falls sound wondrous. I'm glad to hear that the expedition is fruitful. If you would like to thank Lord Oneseme then we can give him one of those diamonds with poetic quotes carved into them. It is him, not I, whom you should thank. The expedition as been good for your well being, and I'm glad I was able to help a little bit. I just wish I could travel as well. You needed a break from all the royal duties and housework. Sometimes, I feel like I ought to apologize to you, my dear, because married life with me turned out to be burdensome for you. Your lifestyle with me is full of responsibilities and fatigue. I know all this comes with our royal status, but I would still want you to enjoy a carefree life, always doing the things you love - that's the life I promised you when I proposed. I'm sorry it did not turn out so wonderfully. Therefore, please stay as long as you want for the research.
I really liked the myth of the Tears of Time. I'll make sure Nestor records it in a book. It would make a great bedtime story for the kids. It's hard to believe that such a breathtaking story of love and eternity could be lost somewhere along the ages. But I suppose the greater beauty lies in having discovered the myth through an old lady, sitting by the muses' veil.
Fanelia has been doing well. There are no more problems with hunting prohibition in Varies' national park. And Nestor has finished selecting the candidates for the authorities of Aleph - we will finalize this after your return. The traffic problem in Folken has been resolved also, and Orion has sent rookie officers to keep order. I sometimes wish Fanelia did not develop into such a big country. Some of the rustic idyll and emerald simplicity have been sacrificed for strength and size. But seeing the happiness of my people and family, I feel it's all worth it.
In four days, the World Trade Council will meet in Godashim. There's no cause for worry. The economy has been stable for the past few years. They're most likely to talk about setting up a gidaru press in Fanelia. Val has been very studious - reading all day and looking into the trip he plans to take with Endy and Dryden. I'm letting him come with me to Freid next week, not for the council, but because him and Chid want to meet. As you know, they have been close correspondents. Chid has planned a few days to spend time with Val - to talk about girls, no doubt. While they talk, I will meet with Allen about Amadis's infatuation with Vianne. Merle is very anxious about all this, as am I, knowing the inconstant boy's tendency to charm then abandon girls. Allen is more embarrassed than he is anxious. He has expressed his wishes to speak with you about this when you come home.
During my absence, Orion and Selena will take my place. There should be no problem. (On a side note, Orion has been stomping about how you can't be here for his birthday, but never mind him. Just bring him a present and he'll forget the whole incident.) I will return a day earlier than Val. Due to the excellence of his recent behavior, I have decided to grant him permission to fly back to Fanelia (he wants to see Freid's mountains and Fanelia's valley from the sky), provided that he flies at night, in case too many people notice his wings. Even after all these years, with the changes in Gaean attitude towards draconians, I still heed my mother's warning. It is unnecessary to show our wings unless in times of need. Furthermore, to use them as things of prettiness and decoration as Hermione does, seems almost a sacrilege.
Our little princess has been even more naughty without you here. Just a few days ago, she tried to take the pendant from me while I slept. I was quite angry so I confined her to her quarters for a full day. I hope you don't think this was harsh punishment. The pendant is, after all, a token of our love, filled with historical and emotional significance, not a toy. Besides, it has been mine since the very beginning.
I've tried to braid Hermione's hair but it was a disaster so I had to let the maid do it. However, I did personally clean our chambers, and make the bed. Without you, the bed is cold at night. I sometimes toss and turn for hours before falling asleep, holding a pillow and pretending it was you. A few nights ago, Val and Hermione slept with me but pushed me off the bed in the middle of the night. It seems that not even our king-size bed is big enough for all their kicking. Hermione has also complained that I don't' tell the story of Escaflowne as well as you do. I'm afraid I'm not a very good parent all by myself. Therefore I do look forward to your return. Home is not home without you. Do take care of yourself.
Infinite love, Van Ps. I've added a new stone carving to your Japanese garden. Hope you like it.
17. Valorick's letter to his parents
Emerald, 1st Moon, 21 ADW, Year of the Dragon Wind
Dear Mom and Dad,
Today I turned 15! It is unfortunate that I'm unable to spend the New Year's Day with you and the family. Our stay in Asgard was a little longer than I had expected. But thank you for this life-altering chance to explore the wonders of the world. I am not exaggerating when I say that the multifarious landscapes, each blooming with its own story, have changed my very soul. I hope that upon my return home, you will find me to be a more mature son.
Everyday, when the golden sun approaches the horizon, Endy and I will stand at the front of the ship, and watch the burning disc sink below the infinite line. The colors of the sky seem almost apocalyptic, and I just wish to fly straight into them and perish therein. Even before the sun disappeared fully, the Mystic Moon would shine above, softening the orange sea with its tender light. When night descends, everything becomes holy and eternal. Uncle Dryden would let us take down the sails, then all three of us would lie on the deck to watch the night sky. We saw the coming and passing of a great cloud - the moon and stars were hidden by the cloud but when the sea wind blew, the glittering objects soon appeared again. We listened to the rolling of the great tides, unfathomably deep beneath our feet, and fell asleep listening to what the sea sang to us.
During our entire trip so far, the waters have been calm and no storm has struck (this is rare, considering it's winter in most places we've been to). We feel ourselves borne gently upon the azure arms of the vast and godly ocean. It was calm even when we were in Asgard, where Oceanus Procellarum is. It seems the curse of storms is gone. We hiked to where the Mystic Valley should be, and took some shots of the magnificent snowy peaks. Even without Atlantis, this place would be magical. When I get home, I should like to hear the Atlantis story again so I can connect everything with the views I have personally beheld.
After Asgard, we sailed to Asopia, where the season is summer. Mom, you were right, the Ruins of Mooncarcia are unsurpassably solemn and beautiful. I imagined it would be a great place to hold a wedding, under the moonlight. We've also participated in flower harvests and talked to some of the locals. I just love their simplicity and idyllic way of life. But of course, while I admire them, they'd probably be envious of my palace life.
After uncle Dryden finished his studies of the ruins, we journeyed to Etolia, and saw dolphins along the way. Near the resplendent Castalian Falls, an art festival was taking place. Endy and I entered a poetry contest, but sadly, we only got fourth place - which really isn't that horrible, but we had no medal to take home. While we swam near the falls, we felt we became beings of poetry. Life became intensified, and I'm suddenly conscious of my every thought, emotion, and action. I could hear the birds' twittering, the snapping of a twig, or even someone's heart beating. It's as if the whole universe became perceptible. I'm so happy to be alive. Thank you for giving me this life, this chance to live so vividly - it must be all a result of your love for each other and for me.
Just last week, we returned to Valasia, and paid our visit to Freid. Chid has kindly given us a tour of the Temple at Fortuna. It is most solemn and mystical. Dad, uncle Dryden says that you once fought a battle here? Against the Zaibach soldiers? He also said you were badly hurt, and something about having to repair Escaflowne in order to save your life - I think I remember you telling me that before. Can I please hear the story again when I get home? That's also when you first met Chid, right? I can't imagine a battle ever having stained this sacred shrine of prayers and peace. Chid has felt deep sadness there, because he told us he lost his father, the duke, on that battlefield. It was also the day that Freid was defeated, and he became duke, after which he entrusted the seal sword to uncle Folken. I can't say I understand how he feels - my life is so sheltered in comparison. So many people have suffered. The very thought of losing you, mom and dad, agonizes me enough. If I had been in Chid's situation, I do not think I could have handled life and the dukedom as well as he did. Such courage is admirable, much like the steadfast faith of the monks. I think I ought to strengthen my own beliefs.
I will be home about one color after you receive this letter. I look forward to being home again, being with family in the comforts and beauty of Fanelia. Please assure Hermione that I've purchased gifts for her, so she can stop complaining about not coming on this trip. Take care of the swans and horses for me. May the dragons soar with you.
Your loving son, Valorick
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II. The Fire Scroll
1. Diary of Persephone Varon, Shepherdess of Serenus The thunderclouds have parted momentarily and I can now see the Great Moons. But the stars have stopped dancing. All I could think of for the past few days is father's death. I will never forget his smile at that last moment. Perhaps we should be grateful that the heavens have at least given us the last promise of perpetual rest. Brackish water comes out of my eyes daily. I do not know what to name them. I'm sure father would like the words we carved on the stone for him, so simple - "Cyprus: Eternal Shepherd of the Greens."
Yesterday, Corsaire and I ventured out the caves through the waterfalls. We collected dead leaves for our bonfire. Most of the trees have withered. The conflagration has destroyed them. The water from the falls and river are becoming scarce. I wonder if the river Freya is drying out as well. All the unicorns and dragons have disappeared, so we have no way of travelling elsewhere for food. Our emerald valley has died. Rumour has it that the creatures have retreated to Myst, to hide with the Numen. Why doesn't he come save us? How could he allow this sorrow to spread on our beautiful home world? Surely he has enough power to defeat the Fireans, but.
Some of the others have taken ill from poor nutrition and the cold. Father was the last of the elderly. There are only 10 of us left to care for the young. Corsaire and his brothers sometimes talk about going off to fight, to defend Serenus. But like the rest of us, they have no idea how to. We've read of wars, we've seen the death and slaughtering, but being in a battle is impossible for us. We haven't the slightest idea how those dark ones can destroy life on Serenus without the holder of life willingly giving it up. The boys say it's evil magic. We were lucky to have escaped the massacre. This is survival but how is it a life? We must be vigilant, always running or hiding, struggling against an enemy we can neither understand nor defeat. We have never known this: fear.
Corsaire says he once overheard some of the elders saying that the dark lords have a leader named Branimir. I don't know who this person is but I try to imagine what he's like. The more I think of his action, his nature, the more a strange emotion overcomes me. It feels as if the blood in my body is running faster and hotter, my head hurts and I make weird expression, while my hands shake violently. This new emotion frightens me. When it enters me I feel I am not myself. I've never felt this way before, so I can't even name it. Hopefully, it will never return. I have stopped thinking about Branimir. But the war will not leave my mind. I'm constantly trying to figure out exactly what a war means. All those images of people dying stab my heart. I wish I never learned what death was. War burns. There's fire everywhere. The fighting on the other parts of Serenus rages on and more people are dying everyday. I tell myself I must be strong. I must not shed any more water.
I often wonder if mother's watching over me from the heavens. I wish I could see her eyes - gold and silver as father says. Maybe death will take me to the wandering stars and I can finally meet her! I look down at the ring on my necklace, and father's last words come back to me. Someone must go seek help and learn the art of war. Is it my calling? I've debated for the past few days and have come to a conclusion, though it brings me infinite fear. I must do as father instructs, and travel to Myst. I will ask the Numen's permission, enlist the help of the draconians and use the Pegasus to fly to that western moon the draconians call Gaea. If father is right, then the ring he said Queen Hitomi gave him will be my guide and proof. I must find King Van of Fanelia. But will he really help me and fight against Branimir for Serenus? Can I, a simple girl, actually achieve this much? Will the Numen even let me go? And even if I do succeed in my journey, can this draconian king really defeat the evil? I am filled with too many questions. I should just trust father's instincts. Mother will guide me as well. I plan to leave for Myst tomorrow night, when everyone's asleep and when the moons hang high.
Persephone
2. Branimir's letter to Commander Dares of the Firean Army
Dares,
So have you heard? My mother is dead. Call it a lucky accident, shall we? That old bitch didn't even deserve Firean steel. She could not have lived any longer. So with the matriarch gone, I am now Emperor of the Athlon Empire, and General of the Fireans! Impressive title, isn't it? From now on, your soldiers will treat me with more respect. Take care to remind them of the punishment for disobedience.
We've hibernated long enough. This 'rehearsal' assault on Serenus has been rejuvenating for my Fireans. Pleased to hear that you've nearly wiped out all those useless pacifists. But I still have to kill that Aleph who's hiding somewhere in the universe, and I have to find Seraphine's bastard daughter. Why don't you send a search and rape team? Plus, I don't want to see any more greens. Burn it all. And make sure no one leaves that accursed planet.
As I've mentioned to you last time, I'm drawing up the new plan. The right time has come again. There's great confidence on our side, since her powers are gone and she still doesn't know who she is. Escaflowne has reappeared in the universe. The image is becoming stronger everyday. No one else senses it - not even him. It will answer my call this time. It will be mine and with it, I can control Atlantis - it was meant to be ruled by the Fireans. During our hiatus, I've heard nothing but Fanelia. I'm sick of hearing about the Fanels. Past, present and future, it's all Van, Van, Van! But you know, I ought to thank him really - he reminds me I'm alive, alive, jumping and immortal with a purpose. Seeing them all so happy just makes me feel cannibalistic. They with all their ideals of peace - such asinine stupidity. But peace really is so desirable sometimes it's sickening. Destroy the concept and possibility, and then we will never suffer again.
Leave your soldiers, and come back to Athlon for a few days. We need to discuss the new plan.
His Fierceness, Branimir
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"The Visions are white, blue, white, pale red. In the end they mingle and all are pale, the colors of a flame of a white candle; you will see sparks, you will feel gooseflesh all over your body. This announces the beginning
of the attraction exerted on the one who fulfilled the mission."
Papus
~ End of Interlude: Book of Aeons ~
Well, well, that was your insight into the personal lives of our beloved characters. Did you like the idea of having letters and dairies instead of a pure narrative? I hope that you have noticed the character development as well as the little things that will lead onto Book II. I know that certain places have been confusing, but hopefully they'll be worked out later on. Actually, I'm not even sure if I will continue with the story, hehe. Maybe I'll just leave things up to your imagination! Thing is, I have only a vague outline of how the ending should be, and there's a huge gap in the middle. Plus, I have that annoying thing called school. Well, I'll have to see if the muses favor me in the next few months =) Once again, thanks for taking this flight with me. The writing experience could not have been complete without you! Hope to see you again! E-mail me if there are any questions, concerns, or even suggestions for Book II. If you would like to see any plot elements added, I'd be glad to put it in! That way, you can be a part of the creating process!
11. Allen's letter to Van
Grey, 10th Moon, 13 ADW
Dear Van,
Though it's been a week since our meeting, I am still undecided about the Etolian war. I guess I've caught your malaise of morality and indecision. If we intercept the fight, it will seem like we're stepping into someone else's backyard. The Etolian leaders will undoubtedly react more strongly. If we don't interfere, the situation might get worse. But as Hitomi pointed out, it is after all an artistic quarrel. They are fighting about which philosophical ideology should dominate - this is hardly an issue we understand personally. At the end of this week, I will present my decision to the Alliance council and I will most likely vote for non-intervention. Let the clans work out their ideological problems on their own. What will you conclude?
On a more cheerful note, congratulations on the completion of the city, Varie. The tower sounds like a splendid idea, as does the national park by the falls. I will definitely take the family for a trip once I have time for a vacation.
Millerna and I are very glad to hear that you and Hitomi have agreed to have the birthday gathering in Palas this year. The new fisherman's wharf has been very popular with the citizens, and has boosted our economy. I've sure the kids would love it. Let me now apologize beforehand for any mischief that Amadis might do to Valorick or anyone else. A nine year old is harder to handle than I expected. Just a few days ago, he was caught sneaking into the melef storage room. Of course, he was duly punished, but I don't believe any punishment can deter him. His mind is simply too clever and reckless. Millerna still cradles him and that worsens his pride. Strangely, I see an image of my younger self in him. I'm sure you too remember the days when a sword brought the illusion of grandeur. I feel he's much too young for all this. I do love him, but about his behavior I can do nothing except sigh. Chid, on the other hand, is ever the pride and joy of our family. I suppose he gets his steadfastness and tact from his mother.
We will see you in three colors' time.
Yours truly,
Allen C. Schezar
12. Amadis's message to Valorick and Endymion
Emerald, 1st Moon, 13 ADW
Whatever I said on the card is not my true intention - this is. I never wanted to write you two a card anyways but my father forced me. Of course, I'd rather write a card than go to your stupid birthday party. I'm going to be sick that day. So you're turning 10. Big deal! I'm already 12! I don't see anything wonderful, talented or handsome about you, Valorick. I'm a prince too, you know. Besides, Asturia is much stronger than Fanelia. And don't you ever mention the fact that my father was not born a king like your father (or 'daddy' as you call him). What's so great about birthrights anyways? You're handed a golden plate just because you're related to some dead old guy? Don't be ridiculous, Valorick Fanel!
Well, I'll see you two when you're older and more worthy. You probably haven't even seen a naked girl or stolen anything.
His Royal Highness, Amadis Leon Schezar p.s. don't you dare tell anyone about this note.
13. Hitomi's notes on the back of a photograph
Summer Festival at Palas: Orange, 30th Moon, 18 ADW Back row (standing) from left to right: Chid, Allen, Van, Dryden Front row (kneeling): Amadis, Orion, Endymion, Valorick
"Boys and Men." Our Val has grown so tall now. 12 years old. He looks just like the young and dashing Van I met on Earth about 17 years ago. Time flows by swiftly. But Van is still so charming, strong and handsome in his quietness. He still doesn't smile in pictures - only a slight grin. He seems not to have aged - especially since Hermione was born. Orion is also still like a young boy. A stranger would think he's about his son's age. Endy has his beautiful eyes, but none of his hilarious immaturity (look at that expression on his face!). The ageless child. Chid is a young man now. Steady in looks and leadership. He seems more reserved than the young Allen, but of course, he has the signature blond hair and blue eyes, full of the Schezar charm. Allen, always the knight in shining armour, appears the same but much wiser. Dryden is the one who seems to have aged, perhaps due to the pressures of business. Amadis looks older for his age (he has the funniest smile), obviously because he's done things only older people should do.
A glorious summer. Love cooking BBQ and watching the boys run around on the grass, playing ball. H. K. F.
14. Allen's message to Millerna
Rose, 21st Moon, 19 ADW
My love,
When will you tear down the wall you have set up between us? I am dying for your forgiveness. Every moment of the day, I re-think my behavior and try to understand where I have gone wrong. I would never harm you and Amadis. What you said is simply not true: I do not love Marlene and Chid more. You are my queen, and Amadis is my son. I gave the oil painting to Chid only because he's the one who will treasure it more, not because I'm still enamoured with his mother. You know that Amadis has no care for art - I do not blame him, I love him still. But if I gave him a masterpiece of art, wouldn't that show how little I understand of his tastes? He's 15 now, and I trust he has his own judgement on things, and I won't coerce him to do anything. I'm harsh on him sometimes because he needs to be restrained, and it's my responsibility as his father to guide him. Please, love, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. It's been nearly 17 years since we got married. Please look pass this incident. Meet me in the library this afternoon and we'll talk more.
Ever yours, Allen
15. Hitomi's letter to Van
Lilac, 22nd Moon, 20 ADW
My most beloved Van,
Being amongst these ancient Gaean ruins, I feel I have travelled back in time, not only to the beginning of Gaea's civilizations, but also to the days when I did archaeological research on the Mystic Moon. Thank you, my love, for this wonderful idea and for giving me the chance to explore the world. This expedition could not have been possible without you. I hope that everything is well in Fanelia. I know you must be doing fine on your own, but I still feel somewhat bad for leaving you alone, especially since the children can be quite a handful. But perhaps this is your chance to be with them, and to enter the next stage of fatherhood.
Three days ago, I was still in the Jade Mountains of Asopia, where I studied the indescribable Ruins of Mooncarcia. At night, when the Mystic Moon gleams above the peaks and valleys, the stone ruins glisten with life and the mysterious hieroglyphics carved on them almost seemed to send moonlight through my veins. I have scraped some debris and sand off the stones and put them in a jar for you - they will glow under moonlight. I believe we have enough evidence to conclude that these stone monoliths were used for astronomical purposes, much like a place called Stonehenge on the Mystic Moon. When I return home, I want to compile a full report. We've also made progress in deciphering the ancient language. So far, 3425 characters have been decoded. This is very different from Atlantean. My students are very good in terms of being careful with the ancient monuments and they've been diligent in documenting everything they've seen or learned. My hope is that Val can one day participate in an exploration of this kind - it would suit his tastes perfectly. Dr. Oneseme has been very kind and sagacious in teaching me such a wealth of knowledge on ancient Gaean civilizations. I feel very honoured to be able to assist him in writing his book on Mooncarcia. He says he gets much of his complex philosophy from the beliefs of the ancient people. "They were not primitive," he says, "but were filled with a sublime simplicity that is the very kernel of wisdom."
Yesterday, we took hot air balloons and flew across half of Gaea to come to Etolia, within only a few hours. Unfortunately, I was unable to see Fanelia from the air, since we flew more in the southern regions. Immediately after our arrival, we journeyed on foot to the magnificent Castalian Falls. I held my breath when I first saw it and it feels like I'm still holding my breath in awe! The golden rocks of the caves behind the fall, when reflected by sunlight, causes the water to shimmer iridescently! No wonder they call it Veil of the Muses. I wish you could be here to see it with me. Innumerable artists have gathered around here, crouching on rocks, wading in the pool, or setting up tents right next to ours. The atmosphere is full of songs, colors and profound phrases.
Up until now, we've just been relaxing, sketching the landscape and doing some geographical measures in the vicinity. Tomorrow, we will actually dive and swim behind the falls and into the caves. As I'm sure you know, there is a legend that buried inside these caves are objects from the Mystic Moon. When I first heard this, every fibre of my being stood on ends, so I hope I can gain some confirmation tomorrow. Being born and raised on the moon, I'm sure I can verify the authenticity of anything we find.
Just a few hours ago, an old woman who is a nomadic storyteller, came up to me and told me to look at the sky. I looked up and saw 'The Tears of Time', which will always be the constellation of Orion, or mitsu boshi, for me. She patiently sat down and told me the long lost myth (the one that Nestor couldn't find in the books), which I know you've been waiting to hear: the god of Time once contained the three crystals of past, present and future within his body, and he used them to control humanity and the universe. One day, this god fell in love with a mortal woman, but she refused to be with him because she knew of his tyranny. She said to him, "You may have all three crystals of time but you do not have eternity." The god was daunted and did not know how to react. He did not understand what eternity is. Some years passed, then one day he found his beloved was very sad - her father had died. Seeing her mourn for the loss of a loved one, he cried also. Within his tear was the crystal of the past. The woman witnessed that the god had feelings too, and that he really did love her, so she finally returned his love. They spend many happy years together, until sadly, the mortal woman passed away. The god of time felt heartbroken - their days of happiness were transient. He shed another tear and with it, the crystal of the present. But soon afterwards, the immortal soul of the woman flew to him and he had the revelation that love is not stopped by death. He finally understood eternity. With that, he shed his final tear and lost the crystal of the future. With the last crystal gone, he ceased to exist. His soul then entered the hourglass constellation, where he watches over Gaea eternally.
I noticed that the old woman wore a beautiful necklace. She explained that this represents the myth. The necklace has 5 beads, one red that symbolizes the past, a blue one for the present, a green for the future, and on both sides of the chain of three is a white bead representing eternity. I thought this was a gorgeous charm. She gave me a few for keepsake. Hermione would love one.
The stars of time are like invincible knights shining in silver armor, but their light also assuages the land and calms everything. Seeing this celestial sight, softened even more by the deep silence of the woods, I am filled with a strange sadness somehow. I suppose it's simply that I fear our ideal society, our kingdom, will one day become archaeological ruins as well. These great monuments and relics were hallmarks of a once glorious civilization, when people thought they had secured peace and prosperity for all times. But no, all towers must fall. Will ours meet the same fate? How can we believe in everlasting peace? This land may have the beauty of Serenus, but not its utopian bliss. Well, I'm just rambling on. All I need is to be back in your arms.
I'm not sure when I can return. It's hard to give a precise length to our research. If we discover something in the caves then we will stay longer. If not, I will probably be back for Orion's 35th birthday. Give everyone my regards. Kiss the children for me. Don't forget to braid Hermione's hair and let her wear that pink necklace she likes. Don't let her order any more dresses. Watch over Val's readings. And of course, take care of yourself for me.
Eternally yours, Hitomi
16. Van's reply
Red, 1st Moon, 20 ADW
My Hitomi,
A day after your last letter arrived, I received the package of the Mystic Moon relic. No message was attached, so I'm assuming you're absolutely speechless. I'm very happy for you that you've found pieces from your homeland. By the way, I've wanted to tell you again (I believe I have told you before, a long time ago) that I wouldn't mind it if you use the term "Earth". I know that's how you'll always think of it. The "Mystic Moon" never became familiar, did it? You don't have to change what you're comfortable with just for my sake or anyone else's. Feel free to express your nostalgia and love. I'm proud of you for that passion, because I too love my homeland.
The Jade Mountains and Castalian Falls sound wondrous. I'm glad to hear that the expedition is fruitful. If you would like to thank Lord Oneseme then we can give him one of those diamonds with poetic quotes carved into them. It is him, not I, whom you should thank. The expedition as been good for your well being, and I'm glad I was able to help a little bit. I just wish I could travel as well. You needed a break from all the royal duties and housework. Sometimes, I feel like I ought to apologize to you, my dear, because married life with me turned out to be burdensome for you. Your lifestyle with me is full of responsibilities and fatigue. I know all this comes with our royal status, but I would still want you to enjoy a carefree life, always doing the things you love - that's the life I promised you when I proposed. I'm sorry it did not turn out so wonderfully. Therefore, please stay as long as you want for the research.
I really liked the myth of the Tears of Time. I'll make sure Nestor records it in a book. It would make a great bedtime story for the kids. It's hard to believe that such a breathtaking story of love and eternity could be lost somewhere along the ages. But I suppose the greater beauty lies in having discovered the myth through an old lady, sitting by the muses' veil.
Fanelia has been doing well. There are no more problems with hunting prohibition in Varies' national park. And Nestor has finished selecting the candidates for the authorities of Aleph - we will finalize this after your return. The traffic problem in Folken has been resolved also, and Orion has sent rookie officers to keep order. I sometimes wish Fanelia did not develop into such a big country. Some of the rustic idyll and emerald simplicity have been sacrificed for strength and size. But seeing the happiness of my people and family, I feel it's all worth it.
In four days, the World Trade Council will meet in Godashim. There's no cause for worry. The economy has been stable for the past few years. They're most likely to talk about setting up a gidaru press in Fanelia. Val has been very studious - reading all day and looking into the trip he plans to take with Endy and Dryden. I'm letting him come with me to Freid next week, not for the council, but because him and Chid want to meet. As you know, they have been close correspondents. Chid has planned a few days to spend time with Val - to talk about girls, no doubt. While they talk, I will meet with Allen about Amadis's infatuation with Vianne. Merle is very anxious about all this, as am I, knowing the inconstant boy's tendency to charm then abandon girls. Allen is more embarrassed than he is anxious. He has expressed his wishes to speak with you about this when you come home.
During my absence, Orion and Selena will take my place. There should be no problem. (On a side note, Orion has been stomping about how you can't be here for his birthday, but never mind him. Just bring him a present and he'll forget the whole incident.) I will return a day earlier than Val. Due to the excellence of his recent behavior, I have decided to grant him permission to fly back to Fanelia (he wants to see Freid's mountains and Fanelia's valley from the sky), provided that he flies at night, in case too many people notice his wings. Even after all these years, with the changes in Gaean attitude towards draconians, I still heed my mother's warning. It is unnecessary to show our wings unless in times of need. Furthermore, to use them as things of prettiness and decoration as Hermione does, seems almost a sacrilege.
Our little princess has been even more naughty without you here. Just a few days ago, she tried to take the pendant from me while I slept. I was quite angry so I confined her to her quarters for a full day. I hope you don't think this was harsh punishment. The pendant is, after all, a token of our love, filled with historical and emotional significance, not a toy. Besides, it has been mine since the very beginning.
I've tried to braid Hermione's hair but it was a disaster so I had to let the maid do it. However, I did personally clean our chambers, and make the bed. Without you, the bed is cold at night. I sometimes toss and turn for hours before falling asleep, holding a pillow and pretending it was you. A few nights ago, Val and Hermione slept with me but pushed me off the bed in the middle of the night. It seems that not even our king-size bed is big enough for all their kicking. Hermione has also complained that I don't' tell the story of Escaflowne as well as you do. I'm afraid I'm not a very good parent all by myself. Therefore I do look forward to your return. Home is not home without you. Do take care of yourself.
Infinite love, Van Ps. I've added a new stone carving to your Japanese garden. Hope you like it.
17. Valorick's letter to his parents
Emerald, 1st Moon, 21 ADW, Year of the Dragon Wind
Dear Mom and Dad,
Today I turned 15! It is unfortunate that I'm unable to spend the New Year's Day with you and the family. Our stay in Asgard was a little longer than I had expected. But thank you for this life-altering chance to explore the wonders of the world. I am not exaggerating when I say that the multifarious landscapes, each blooming with its own story, have changed my very soul. I hope that upon my return home, you will find me to be a more mature son.
Everyday, when the golden sun approaches the horizon, Endy and I will stand at the front of the ship, and watch the burning disc sink below the infinite line. The colors of the sky seem almost apocalyptic, and I just wish to fly straight into them and perish therein. Even before the sun disappeared fully, the Mystic Moon would shine above, softening the orange sea with its tender light. When night descends, everything becomes holy and eternal. Uncle Dryden would let us take down the sails, then all three of us would lie on the deck to watch the night sky. We saw the coming and passing of a great cloud - the moon and stars were hidden by the cloud but when the sea wind blew, the glittering objects soon appeared again. We listened to the rolling of the great tides, unfathomably deep beneath our feet, and fell asleep listening to what the sea sang to us.
During our entire trip so far, the waters have been calm and no storm has struck (this is rare, considering it's winter in most places we've been to). We feel ourselves borne gently upon the azure arms of the vast and godly ocean. It was calm even when we were in Asgard, where Oceanus Procellarum is. It seems the curse of storms is gone. We hiked to where the Mystic Valley should be, and took some shots of the magnificent snowy peaks. Even without Atlantis, this place would be magical. When I get home, I should like to hear the Atlantis story again so I can connect everything with the views I have personally beheld.
After Asgard, we sailed to Asopia, where the season is summer. Mom, you were right, the Ruins of Mooncarcia are unsurpassably solemn and beautiful. I imagined it would be a great place to hold a wedding, under the moonlight. We've also participated in flower harvests and talked to some of the locals. I just love their simplicity and idyllic way of life. But of course, while I admire them, they'd probably be envious of my palace life.
After uncle Dryden finished his studies of the ruins, we journeyed to Etolia, and saw dolphins along the way. Near the resplendent Castalian Falls, an art festival was taking place. Endy and I entered a poetry contest, but sadly, we only got fourth place - which really isn't that horrible, but we had no medal to take home. While we swam near the falls, we felt we became beings of poetry. Life became intensified, and I'm suddenly conscious of my every thought, emotion, and action. I could hear the birds' twittering, the snapping of a twig, or even someone's heart beating. It's as if the whole universe became perceptible. I'm so happy to be alive. Thank you for giving me this life, this chance to live so vividly - it must be all a result of your love for each other and for me.
Just last week, we returned to Valasia, and paid our visit to Freid. Chid has kindly given us a tour of the Temple at Fortuna. It is most solemn and mystical. Dad, uncle Dryden says that you once fought a battle here? Against the Zaibach soldiers? He also said you were badly hurt, and something about having to repair Escaflowne in order to save your life - I think I remember you telling me that before. Can I please hear the story again when I get home? That's also when you first met Chid, right? I can't imagine a battle ever having stained this sacred shrine of prayers and peace. Chid has felt deep sadness there, because he told us he lost his father, the duke, on that battlefield. It was also the day that Freid was defeated, and he became duke, after which he entrusted the seal sword to uncle Folken. I can't say I understand how he feels - my life is so sheltered in comparison. So many people have suffered. The very thought of losing you, mom and dad, agonizes me enough. If I had been in Chid's situation, I do not think I could have handled life and the dukedom as well as he did. Such courage is admirable, much like the steadfast faith of the monks. I think I ought to strengthen my own beliefs.
I will be home about one color after you receive this letter. I look forward to being home again, being with family in the comforts and beauty of Fanelia. Please assure Hermione that I've purchased gifts for her, so she can stop complaining about not coming on this trip. Take care of the swans and horses for me. May the dragons soar with you.
Your loving son, Valorick
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II. The Fire Scroll
1. Diary of Persephone Varon, Shepherdess of Serenus The thunderclouds have parted momentarily and I can now see the Great Moons. But the stars have stopped dancing. All I could think of for the past few days is father's death. I will never forget his smile at that last moment. Perhaps we should be grateful that the heavens have at least given us the last promise of perpetual rest. Brackish water comes out of my eyes daily. I do not know what to name them. I'm sure father would like the words we carved on the stone for him, so simple - "Cyprus: Eternal Shepherd of the Greens."
Yesterday, Corsaire and I ventured out the caves through the waterfalls. We collected dead leaves for our bonfire. Most of the trees have withered. The conflagration has destroyed them. The water from the falls and river are becoming scarce. I wonder if the river Freya is drying out as well. All the unicorns and dragons have disappeared, so we have no way of travelling elsewhere for food. Our emerald valley has died. Rumour has it that the creatures have retreated to Myst, to hide with the Numen. Why doesn't he come save us? How could he allow this sorrow to spread on our beautiful home world? Surely he has enough power to defeat the Fireans, but.
Some of the others have taken ill from poor nutrition and the cold. Father was the last of the elderly. There are only 10 of us left to care for the young. Corsaire and his brothers sometimes talk about going off to fight, to defend Serenus. But like the rest of us, they have no idea how to. We've read of wars, we've seen the death and slaughtering, but being in a battle is impossible for us. We haven't the slightest idea how those dark ones can destroy life on Serenus without the holder of life willingly giving it up. The boys say it's evil magic. We were lucky to have escaped the massacre. This is survival but how is it a life? We must be vigilant, always running or hiding, struggling against an enemy we can neither understand nor defeat. We have never known this: fear.
Corsaire says he once overheard some of the elders saying that the dark lords have a leader named Branimir. I don't know who this person is but I try to imagine what he's like. The more I think of his action, his nature, the more a strange emotion overcomes me. It feels as if the blood in my body is running faster and hotter, my head hurts and I make weird expression, while my hands shake violently. This new emotion frightens me. When it enters me I feel I am not myself. I've never felt this way before, so I can't even name it. Hopefully, it will never return. I have stopped thinking about Branimir. But the war will not leave my mind. I'm constantly trying to figure out exactly what a war means. All those images of people dying stab my heart. I wish I never learned what death was. War burns. There's fire everywhere. The fighting on the other parts of Serenus rages on and more people are dying everyday. I tell myself I must be strong. I must not shed any more water.
I often wonder if mother's watching over me from the heavens. I wish I could see her eyes - gold and silver as father says. Maybe death will take me to the wandering stars and I can finally meet her! I look down at the ring on my necklace, and father's last words come back to me. Someone must go seek help and learn the art of war. Is it my calling? I've debated for the past few days and have come to a conclusion, though it brings me infinite fear. I must do as father instructs, and travel to Myst. I will ask the Numen's permission, enlist the help of the draconians and use the Pegasus to fly to that western moon the draconians call Gaea. If father is right, then the ring he said Queen Hitomi gave him will be my guide and proof. I must find King Van of Fanelia. But will he really help me and fight against Branimir for Serenus? Can I, a simple girl, actually achieve this much? Will the Numen even let me go? And even if I do succeed in my journey, can this draconian king really defeat the evil? I am filled with too many questions. I should just trust father's instincts. Mother will guide me as well. I plan to leave for Myst tomorrow night, when everyone's asleep and when the moons hang high.
Persephone
2. Branimir's letter to Commander Dares of the Firean Army
Dares,
So have you heard? My mother is dead. Call it a lucky accident, shall we? That old bitch didn't even deserve Firean steel. She could not have lived any longer. So with the matriarch gone, I am now Emperor of the Athlon Empire, and General of the Fireans! Impressive title, isn't it? From now on, your soldiers will treat me with more respect. Take care to remind them of the punishment for disobedience.
We've hibernated long enough. This 'rehearsal' assault on Serenus has been rejuvenating for my Fireans. Pleased to hear that you've nearly wiped out all those useless pacifists. But I still have to kill that Aleph who's hiding somewhere in the universe, and I have to find Seraphine's bastard daughter. Why don't you send a search and rape team? Plus, I don't want to see any more greens. Burn it all. And make sure no one leaves that accursed planet.
As I've mentioned to you last time, I'm drawing up the new plan. The right time has come again. There's great confidence on our side, since her powers are gone and she still doesn't know who she is. Escaflowne has reappeared in the universe. The image is becoming stronger everyday. No one else senses it - not even him. It will answer my call this time. It will be mine and with it, I can control Atlantis - it was meant to be ruled by the Fireans. During our hiatus, I've heard nothing but Fanelia. I'm sick of hearing about the Fanels. Past, present and future, it's all Van, Van, Van! But you know, I ought to thank him really - he reminds me I'm alive, alive, jumping and immortal with a purpose. Seeing them all so happy just makes me feel cannibalistic. They with all their ideals of peace - such asinine stupidity. But peace really is so desirable sometimes it's sickening. Destroy the concept and possibility, and then we will never suffer again.
Leave your soldiers, and come back to Athlon for a few days. We need to discuss the new plan.
His Fierceness, Branimir
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"The Visions are white, blue, white, pale red. In the end they mingle and all are pale, the colors of a flame of a white candle; you will see sparks, you will feel gooseflesh all over your body. This announces the beginning
of the attraction exerted on the one who fulfilled the mission."
Papus
~ End of Interlude: Book of Aeons ~
Well, well, that was your insight into the personal lives of our beloved characters. Did you like the idea of having letters and dairies instead of a pure narrative? I hope that you have noticed the character development as well as the little things that will lead onto Book II. I know that certain places have been confusing, but hopefully they'll be worked out later on. Actually, I'm not even sure if I will continue with the story, hehe. Maybe I'll just leave things up to your imagination! Thing is, I have only a vague outline of how the ending should be, and there's a huge gap in the middle. Plus, I have that annoying thing called school. Well, I'll have to see if the muses favor me in the next few months =) Once again, thanks for taking this flight with me. The writing experience could not have been complete without you! Hope to see you again! E-mail me if there are any questions, concerns, or even suggestions for Book II. If you would like to see any plot elements added, I'd be glad to put it in! That way, you can be a part of the creating process!