he golden morning broke through Endymion's eyelids and woke him up.
Morning," a voice said. He had trouble remembering who it belonged to. But then a pair of blue eyes and strands of silver hair fell over his face.
"Goddess?" he asked wearily.
"Yes. Don't you remember anything?" She took the blankets away from his chest and started unwrapping his bandages. She looked at his red and purple scab. "Hmm..." She touched it gently.
"Ow!"
"Ire dudi," she said, rolling her eyes.
"I am not a baby," he said defensively.
"I bet. Does Endymion need me to kiss it and make it all better?"
There was a change in the mood. Endymion's attention turned to her full pink lips. He wondered what it would feel like to meet them, just once. She realized that she'd set herself up for an uncomfortable situation.
"Maybe," he said.
She looked up at him with those beautiful crystal blues and he had to, just had to, kiss her. He leaned forward to do so, but right before their lips met, she pulled away.
"I'm sure you'll be fine," she said quickly. She went into her hut and came back out with his jacket and some towels. "There's a waterfall just past those rocks over there. You can clean off. When you come back I'll rebandage you."
He nodded and went in the direction she'd pointed.
When he was out of sight she let out a sigh. "This is so hard." The pond was reflecting her many selves. "I don't want to choose. Someone else choose for me."
A voice travelled to her upon the wind, "I know what you should choose. I know what's best for you. Just step right into the one on your left. Hpy vunx ray."
The voice sent shivers down her spine. It was smooth and seducting and so sure of itself. It was a voice she'd heard before. Who's was it?
"Don't worry about a thing. If you choose the dark one everything will be fine. Endymion will be just fine... with me."
Serenity recognized the voice. "Beryl!" She ran towards the waterfall hoping that she wasn't too late, unsheathing her sword on the way. Endymion was done showering and had his jacket on. "Endymion!"
He looked up. "What's wrong, Goddess?"
"Get away from the water!" She pushed him away from the shore and back towards the forest. A great ball of energy struck her in the chest, her sword flying away from her hand. She lost her footing and started falling backwards. The water filled her ears, nose, and open mouth.
"I choose," she began, but bubbles floated out at her every word. Her vision was blurred, but she could see the Prince staring down at her from shore, too shocked too move. And then she saw the evil witch, Beryl, coming up from behind him. She couldn't shout a warning and she couldn't push her way too the surface. She just drifted downward.
Fight it! Fight it! Something inside her screamed. She tried. She kicked and ripped off her outer robe that was waying her down. Nothing was working. Help me! She yelled. But no one could hear her, let alone answer.
The water rippled and Endymion came crashing down on top of her. There was a blackness surrounding him and she could see bubbles coming from his mouth as if he was screaming. Her feet hit the bottom and she pushed herself upward grabbing Endymion on her way. Everything started to spin as she finally hit the surface and took her first breath. She hauled him up to shore and laid him down.
She laid down beside him taking deep breaths.
The witch was long gone.
Endymion was choking hard and water spilled from his mouth. She closed her eyes and couldn't help but ask the question pulling at her mind.
"How did you get her to leave?"
Endymion looked over at her.
"I found your sword and when I picked it up, she walked backwards. She looked terrified."
Serenity looked at his hand. It clutched her sword tightly and her sword was reacting. The lettering was glittering. She shook her head.
"I would have been terrified too."
She stood up and blew air out through her nose like a bull ready to charge. Anger erupted into her heart. It'd taken her years to be able to pick that sword up. Your heart had to earn it, and he'd just picked it up like it was nothing.
"Why? What's so strange about that?"
"It's strange because I'm the only one who's ever been able to lift that sword."
"But why? It's featherlight."
"Because it's heavy to those with evil hearts. Your spirit must reach a point of goodness, a point of love, and then it will be light."
She bent down beside him and picked it up easily, pulling his fingers off. The sword stopped glittering and she sheathed it away. She wrung out her hair, and ignored Endymion completely.
"Are you angry at me?"
"Yes."
"Because I picked up your sword?"
"Yes."
All of a sudden the sword grew heavy and she struggled to stay upwards. Her heart was growing darker. Let it go, she thought. Just let it go. It's no big deal.
Endymion saw her struggle and held her up.
"It's getting heavier isn't it?"
She sighed and nodded.
"I shouldn't be angry. I should be glad there's another person with a beautiful heart in this world. Yes, that's what I should be feeling."
The sword got light and she stood up straight. That was the first time the sword had grown heavy since she'd gotten the strength of heart to use it. She sighed. She can't grow dark. That's exactly what Beryl wanted.
That, and Endymion.
Author's Note: Sorry for the length of time that has passed between these to chapters. But please review anyway. 'Preciate it.
Oh, and here's a hint to the key. It's not a pattern. The letters are jumbled up and some vowels are actually consonants. Ex: I is M. Truthfully. Such as in the word... thwemb. The m in that word is actually an i. Yep.
Morning," a voice said. He had trouble remembering who it belonged to. But then a pair of blue eyes and strands of silver hair fell over his face.
"Goddess?" he asked wearily.
"Yes. Don't you remember anything?" She took the blankets away from his chest and started unwrapping his bandages. She looked at his red and purple scab. "Hmm..." She touched it gently.
"Ow!"
"Ire dudi," she said, rolling her eyes.
"I am not a baby," he said defensively.
"I bet. Does Endymion need me to kiss it and make it all better?"
There was a change in the mood. Endymion's attention turned to her full pink lips. He wondered what it would feel like to meet them, just once. She realized that she'd set herself up for an uncomfortable situation.
"Maybe," he said.
She looked up at him with those beautiful crystal blues and he had to, just had to, kiss her. He leaned forward to do so, but right before their lips met, she pulled away.
"I'm sure you'll be fine," she said quickly. She went into her hut and came back out with his jacket and some towels. "There's a waterfall just past those rocks over there. You can clean off. When you come back I'll rebandage you."
He nodded and went in the direction she'd pointed.
When he was out of sight she let out a sigh. "This is so hard." The pond was reflecting her many selves. "I don't want to choose. Someone else choose for me."
A voice travelled to her upon the wind, "I know what you should choose. I know what's best for you. Just step right into the one on your left. Hpy vunx ray."
The voice sent shivers down her spine. It was smooth and seducting and so sure of itself. It was a voice she'd heard before. Who's was it?
"Don't worry about a thing. If you choose the dark one everything will be fine. Endymion will be just fine... with me."
Serenity recognized the voice. "Beryl!" She ran towards the waterfall hoping that she wasn't too late, unsheathing her sword on the way. Endymion was done showering and had his jacket on. "Endymion!"
He looked up. "What's wrong, Goddess?"
"Get away from the water!" She pushed him away from the shore and back towards the forest. A great ball of energy struck her in the chest, her sword flying away from her hand. She lost her footing and started falling backwards. The water filled her ears, nose, and open mouth.
"I choose," she began, but bubbles floated out at her every word. Her vision was blurred, but she could see the Prince staring down at her from shore, too shocked too move. And then she saw the evil witch, Beryl, coming up from behind him. She couldn't shout a warning and she couldn't push her way too the surface. She just drifted downward.
Fight it! Fight it! Something inside her screamed. She tried. She kicked and ripped off her outer robe that was waying her down. Nothing was working. Help me! She yelled. But no one could hear her, let alone answer.
The water rippled and Endymion came crashing down on top of her. There was a blackness surrounding him and she could see bubbles coming from his mouth as if he was screaming. Her feet hit the bottom and she pushed herself upward grabbing Endymion on her way. Everything started to spin as she finally hit the surface and took her first breath. She hauled him up to shore and laid him down.
She laid down beside him taking deep breaths.
The witch was long gone.
Endymion was choking hard and water spilled from his mouth. She closed her eyes and couldn't help but ask the question pulling at her mind.
"How did you get her to leave?"
Endymion looked over at her.
"I found your sword and when I picked it up, she walked backwards. She looked terrified."
Serenity looked at his hand. It clutched her sword tightly and her sword was reacting. The lettering was glittering. She shook her head.
"I would have been terrified too."
She stood up and blew air out through her nose like a bull ready to charge. Anger erupted into her heart. It'd taken her years to be able to pick that sword up. Your heart had to earn it, and he'd just picked it up like it was nothing.
"Why? What's so strange about that?"
"It's strange because I'm the only one who's ever been able to lift that sword."
"But why? It's featherlight."
"Because it's heavy to those with evil hearts. Your spirit must reach a point of goodness, a point of love, and then it will be light."
She bent down beside him and picked it up easily, pulling his fingers off. The sword stopped glittering and she sheathed it away. She wrung out her hair, and ignored Endymion completely.
"Are you angry at me?"
"Yes."
"Because I picked up your sword?"
"Yes."
All of a sudden the sword grew heavy and she struggled to stay upwards. Her heart was growing darker. Let it go, she thought. Just let it go. It's no big deal.
Endymion saw her struggle and held her up.
"It's getting heavier isn't it?"
She sighed and nodded.
"I shouldn't be angry. I should be glad there's another person with a beautiful heart in this world. Yes, that's what I should be feeling."
The sword got light and she stood up straight. That was the first time the sword had grown heavy since she'd gotten the strength of heart to use it. She sighed. She can't grow dark. That's exactly what Beryl wanted.
That, and Endymion.
Author's Note: Sorry for the length of time that has passed between these to chapters. But please review anyway. 'Preciate it.
Oh, and here's a hint to the key. It's not a pattern. The letters are jumbled up and some vowels are actually consonants. Ex: I is M. Truthfully. Such as in the word... thwemb. The m in that word is actually an i. Yep.