Finally. Seems like my writer's block spell is broken, and all it took was several packages of Tylenol and cold medicine! And a day of skipped school... and four feet of snow... but other than that...
Sorry this took so long. The next chapter won't take long, I promise! Or, rather, I think. Anywhoz, this chapter goes out to:
Silver Horizon, yume no miko, kOorI cHaN, SilentStalker, Numb, DawnHope, Pissed Off Misfit, BlueWolf, scorpion05, and everyone else who reviewed!
If you want to ask about something, or just want to tell me something about the story, e-mail me at the address at the end. I love hearing from people, good or bad. On with the fic...
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Willow, Chapter Seven : Restoration
"Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends, and preserves. Its eternal goal is life." - Smiley Blanton
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The sun rose softly in the eastern sky, its rays gently falling upon the faces of two lovers, still sleeping in their own dream worlds. The world around them awoke to a new day, while they laid happily in the false reality of their dreams.
The first to awake was the man, his blue eyes blinking into the sunlight. For a few dazed moments, he looked around him and didn't recognize the place he was in. But then his gaze fell on the girl in his arms and he relaxed and smiled.
He laid his head back down gently, hoping not to awake her from her sleep. He looked at her, his heart full of his love for her and his eyes full of his admiration of her strong spirit. He kept his arms around her, fulfilling his promise of never letting her go. No, he knew that he would never let her go... she was his world now.
His smile grew as he saw her eyes fluttering open. She, too, blinked while she tried to remember where she was and then her cinnamon eyes met his.
"Morning," he told her quietly.
They both sat in content silence for a few moments, staring into each others eyes. Sora smiled, her eyes gleaming with happiness. "I can't think of anything that could make this moment better."
Matt kissed her gently and then sat up. He glanced out the window and saw that the sun was still rising. Dawn... they must've noticed he was gone by now. And, he was hoping, Gennai would get here soon and explain the mess he had gotten himself into.
Sora watched the man in front of her carefully, studying the thoughtful look on his face. She slipped her hand into his and gave him an affectionate squeeze. Right about now they both needed comforting.
"So what do we do?" Sora asked softly.
Matt laid back down next to her and sighed. "I don't know. We have to wait for Gennai, I know that much. Maybe he'll explain this all and how you could... get your magick back."
"Yes, that's what we do now, but what about later? The Children have been found and the darkness is still coming. And how are we supposed to fight this... this... this thing when we have to weapons strong enough? And if we do defeat it..." she stifled a sob and it's oncoming tears as she said it, "what do you and I do?"
He brushed stray hairs away from her eyes and held her chin in his hand. "What do you mean?"
"What will we do? Where will we go? How will we live? No one's going to let us just live our lives..." A single tear fell from her eyes and she buried herself in Yamato's arms. "No one's going to let you marry a faerie..."
Matt's eyes widened at the truth of her words. His parents... they would never understand; they themselves were forced into marriage. Where would they go? "Shh.... it's okay, Sora. We don't have to worry about that now. Just know that I love you and..." Matt stopped suddenly and turned his head towards the door.
"Matt... what..." she started to ask, but quieted when Matt looked at her. He got up off of the bed and walked silently towards the noise he had heard.
Suddenly, the door flew open and a man was standing there, regal in his violet and crimson robes. A sword glittered at his side and he held a rolled parchment in his hands. At the sight of Yamato, he bowed formally.
"My Prince... we are glad to see you safe. We had thought that the witch had..." the man stopped as he saw Sora sitting on the bed.
"Matt, who are these people?" Matt looked past the man in the doorway and saw four more, dressed exactly like the first.
"Royal guards," he muttered. "What business do you have and what witch are you talking about?"
The guard, still bowing, shot a glance towards Sora. "Her, my lord, the woman your fiancée saw drag you into the woods late last night."
Yamato looked over at Sora, who was thinking the same thing. Jun saw them last night, and was now getting back at Matt for leaving her. "I regret to inform of this, but I was not dragged out here. I came of my own free will..."
"Ah, but my lord, we've already been warned of this. The witch has an enchantment cast over you. We have a warrant." The guard, who Yamato recognized as the captain, unrolled the parchment in his hands. "Sora Takenouchi, you are under arrest, by orders of Kings Ishida and Motymia, for conspiracy to kidnap His Highness Royal Crown Prince Yamato Ishida," he read. "By request of Princess Jun Motymia, you are to be condemned to the dungeon until the court can decide your fate. You are also accused, by the Princess Jun, of witchcraft and the use of dark magicks." The captain motioned to the other four. "Arrest her."
The guards slowly walked towards her as she slipped off of the bed and went towards Yamato. They reached out in an attempt to grab her, but all were stopped by a flash of Yamato's blade.
"Stay away from her. I won't let you touch her." He voice was deep and aggressive, and all the guards knew of his skill in battle. They backed down for a few moments.
"What are you doing? You outnumber him four to one! Move the Prince aside and arrest the girl!" the captain snapped at them.
"Sora... back up slowly," Matt whispered to her. He stood, his sword high and ready to protect her.
(Stop! Stop it all!) Sora begged silently.
The four guards slowly approached him, their swords glinting in the early morning sun.
(Please... stop. Don't do it, Yamato... just let them take me...) Sora sank against the wall, dread filling her heart and draining her strength. Matt was amazing with a sword, yes, but no one could take on five fully-trained, experienced royal guards. She watched on in horror as the guards slowly and quietly came towards him. Her heart was pounding and her soul was screaming as her mind flashed and saw the only outcome from the pending fight.
Death.
(No... not now, not Yamato. I can't... I won't... I love him. Don't take him from me! I need him... I can't live without him.... the world can't live without him... Please don't take my true love!) "I love you Yamato. Please don't leave me," she whispered as a single tear rolled down her cheek and dropped onto the necklace she wore.
She felt a comfortable warmth on her chest and looked down to see her necklace glowing as it had when she had her powers. Only now... only now it was a deep, crimson red. A pleasant heat ran through her veins and she stood up, strength running in her body. She calmly walked in front of Yamato, facing him and blocking him from the guards. Her face was impassive and Matt looked on in silence. She slipped her hand into his and looked up at him.
"Now we leave, Yamato," she whispered as they both disappeared in a glitter of pinks and reds.
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"My Prince, as much as I appreciate your asking, I am not going to the picnic for Jun and Yamato. I feel much more comfortable staying here in the castle with Prince Takeru."
Daisuke looked at Hikari painfully. "Kari, you're staying here... with him?" he asked quietly, his voice ringing with jealousy.
"Yes, Prince Daisuke." She spoke formally, all friendly feelings for Davis faded from her heart because of her fear. She used all formalities, as if she did not know him. "You should go, my Prince, and support your sister's engagement. If you'll excuse me, Prince Motymia, I must take leave of you." She bowed stiffly and walked towards the door, where Takeru was waiting for her. Slipping her arm into his, she shot once last glance of hatred towards Daisuke before walking away.
Davis fell immediately to his knees. His childhood love, the one person he cared for most, hated him. Loathed him, with a passion.
And it was all Takeru Ishida's fault.
"You will pay, Ishida. You will pay."
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"TK, can I ask you something?" Kari said quietly, as soon as they had left Davis.
He looked down at her and nodded. "Go ahead."
"Matt's in love with that girl he was with at the ball, isn't he? And that's why he ran away last night, so that they wouldn't get caught?"
Takeru looked down at the girl, his mouth gaping. "Um... well, you see, I'm not supposed to..."
"Don't worry. I won't say anything. And you never told me, so you don't have to feel guilty." She smiled at the taller blonde and slid her arm down so she could hold his hand. "You don't think I'm being too harsh with Daisuke, do you?"
TK squeezed her hand to give her support. "You aren't being harsh at all. You were afraid of a close friend of yours hurting you. He's the one being harsh. Don't worry about it, Hikari. If he's sorry about it or if he still wants to be your friend, he'll apologize."
Hikari nodded and looked down at the ground. "I just hope I didn't hurt him too much..."
"Don't worry, Davis is strong enough to take it." TK led Kari farther down the hallway, until they came to a doorway leading to the gardens. "Would you like to take a walk in the morning sunshine?"
Kari smirked and pulled him close to her. "Only if you'll tell me about Matt's mystery girl."
"But... I can't... I promised...." TK started to protest, but was stopped by Hikari lightly placing her lips on his. It was a short kiss, but just enough to send a shock through Takeru's spine.
"Be lucky that I'm not Taichi, or both of you would be in death's grasp," a voice from behind them said. The startled TK and embarrassed Kari turned to see the blue haired boy who had saved TK the day before.
"Ken! It isn't... I didn't... We're not..." Kari tried to explain.
"Sure you aren't. Don't worry, Tai's not going to find out from me. But I will take both of you up TK's offer and walk with you in the gardens," the boy said. Kari's eyes widened. That was a speech by Ken's standards; it was the most he had ever said since Matt brought him to the castle.
She smiled and broke apart from Takeru. "Come on, TK. Let's take a walk with our new friend."
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"Master Izumi... I hate to bother you in the middle of your research..." a young female voice called from across the wide, open room.
"Please, please, come in," he said as he motioned for the girl to come to him. "What is it, my dear Miyako?"
The young faerie, looking about fifteen years old, smiled weakly at the man in front of her. "Jyou sends for you. He says... he say two mortals have come into our world," she told him quietly, the seriousness of the issue at hand hitting both of them.
Koushiro Izumi stood, dumbfounded. He prided himself on knowing almost everything about the boundaries between reality and non, mortal and immortal. And yet now two humans had made it to the immortal realm of the fearies.
Miyako cleared her though nervously, wanting to tell the red-headed faerie more.
"Yes?"
"Jyou also said that..." she drew a breath, "that one of the mortals is Princess Sora."
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always,
lily-angel
(faerie_princess08@yahoo.com)
Sorry this took so long. The next chapter won't take long, I promise! Or, rather, I think. Anywhoz, this chapter goes out to:
Silver Horizon, yume no miko, kOorI cHaN, SilentStalker, Numb, DawnHope, Pissed Off Misfit, BlueWolf, scorpion05, and everyone else who reviewed!
If you want to ask about something, or just want to tell me something about the story, e-mail me at the address at the end. I love hearing from people, good or bad. On with the fic...
..::--*--::..
Willow, Chapter Seven : Restoration
"Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends, and preserves. Its eternal goal is life." - Smiley Blanton
..::--*--::..
The sun rose softly in the eastern sky, its rays gently falling upon the faces of two lovers, still sleeping in their own dream worlds. The world around them awoke to a new day, while they laid happily in the false reality of their dreams.
The first to awake was the man, his blue eyes blinking into the sunlight. For a few dazed moments, he looked around him and didn't recognize the place he was in. But then his gaze fell on the girl in his arms and he relaxed and smiled.
He laid his head back down gently, hoping not to awake her from her sleep. He looked at her, his heart full of his love for her and his eyes full of his admiration of her strong spirit. He kept his arms around her, fulfilling his promise of never letting her go. No, he knew that he would never let her go... she was his world now.
His smile grew as he saw her eyes fluttering open. She, too, blinked while she tried to remember where she was and then her cinnamon eyes met his.
"Morning," he told her quietly.
They both sat in content silence for a few moments, staring into each others eyes. Sora smiled, her eyes gleaming with happiness. "I can't think of anything that could make this moment better."
Matt kissed her gently and then sat up. He glanced out the window and saw that the sun was still rising. Dawn... they must've noticed he was gone by now. And, he was hoping, Gennai would get here soon and explain the mess he had gotten himself into.
Sora watched the man in front of her carefully, studying the thoughtful look on his face. She slipped her hand into his and gave him an affectionate squeeze. Right about now they both needed comforting.
"So what do we do?" Sora asked softly.
Matt laid back down next to her and sighed. "I don't know. We have to wait for Gennai, I know that much. Maybe he'll explain this all and how you could... get your magick back."
"Yes, that's what we do now, but what about later? The Children have been found and the darkness is still coming. And how are we supposed to fight this... this... this thing when we have to weapons strong enough? And if we do defeat it..." she stifled a sob and it's oncoming tears as she said it, "what do you and I do?"
He brushed stray hairs away from her eyes and held her chin in his hand. "What do you mean?"
"What will we do? Where will we go? How will we live? No one's going to let us just live our lives..." A single tear fell from her eyes and she buried herself in Yamato's arms. "No one's going to let you marry a faerie..."
Matt's eyes widened at the truth of her words. His parents... they would never understand; they themselves were forced into marriage. Where would they go? "Shh.... it's okay, Sora. We don't have to worry about that now. Just know that I love you and..." Matt stopped suddenly and turned his head towards the door.
"Matt... what..." she started to ask, but quieted when Matt looked at her. He got up off of the bed and walked silently towards the noise he had heard.
Suddenly, the door flew open and a man was standing there, regal in his violet and crimson robes. A sword glittered at his side and he held a rolled parchment in his hands. At the sight of Yamato, he bowed formally.
"My Prince... we are glad to see you safe. We had thought that the witch had..." the man stopped as he saw Sora sitting on the bed.
"Matt, who are these people?" Matt looked past the man in the doorway and saw four more, dressed exactly like the first.
"Royal guards," he muttered. "What business do you have and what witch are you talking about?"
The guard, still bowing, shot a glance towards Sora. "Her, my lord, the woman your fiancée saw drag you into the woods late last night."
Yamato looked over at Sora, who was thinking the same thing. Jun saw them last night, and was now getting back at Matt for leaving her. "I regret to inform of this, but I was not dragged out here. I came of my own free will..."
"Ah, but my lord, we've already been warned of this. The witch has an enchantment cast over you. We have a warrant." The guard, who Yamato recognized as the captain, unrolled the parchment in his hands. "Sora Takenouchi, you are under arrest, by orders of Kings Ishida and Motymia, for conspiracy to kidnap His Highness Royal Crown Prince Yamato Ishida," he read. "By request of Princess Jun Motymia, you are to be condemned to the dungeon until the court can decide your fate. You are also accused, by the Princess Jun, of witchcraft and the use of dark magicks." The captain motioned to the other four. "Arrest her."
The guards slowly walked towards her as she slipped off of the bed and went towards Yamato. They reached out in an attempt to grab her, but all were stopped by a flash of Yamato's blade.
"Stay away from her. I won't let you touch her." He voice was deep and aggressive, and all the guards knew of his skill in battle. They backed down for a few moments.
"What are you doing? You outnumber him four to one! Move the Prince aside and arrest the girl!" the captain snapped at them.
"Sora... back up slowly," Matt whispered to her. He stood, his sword high and ready to protect her.
(Stop! Stop it all!) Sora begged silently.
The four guards slowly approached him, their swords glinting in the early morning sun.
(Please... stop. Don't do it, Yamato... just let them take me...) Sora sank against the wall, dread filling her heart and draining her strength. Matt was amazing with a sword, yes, but no one could take on five fully-trained, experienced royal guards. She watched on in horror as the guards slowly and quietly came towards him. Her heart was pounding and her soul was screaming as her mind flashed and saw the only outcome from the pending fight.
Death.
(No... not now, not Yamato. I can't... I won't... I love him. Don't take him from me! I need him... I can't live without him.... the world can't live without him... Please don't take my true love!) "I love you Yamato. Please don't leave me," she whispered as a single tear rolled down her cheek and dropped onto the necklace she wore.
She felt a comfortable warmth on her chest and looked down to see her necklace glowing as it had when she had her powers. Only now... only now it was a deep, crimson red. A pleasant heat ran through her veins and she stood up, strength running in her body. She calmly walked in front of Yamato, facing him and blocking him from the guards. Her face was impassive and Matt looked on in silence. She slipped her hand into his and looked up at him.
"Now we leave, Yamato," she whispered as they both disappeared in a glitter of pinks and reds.
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"My Prince, as much as I appreciate your asking, I am not going to the picnic for Jun and Yamato. I feel much more comfortable staying here in the castle with Prince Takeru."
Daisuke looked at Hikari painfully. "Kari, you're staying here... with him?" he asked quietly, his voice ringing with jealousy.
"Yes, Prince Daisuke." She spoke formally, all friendly feelings for Davis faded from her heart because of her fear. She used all formalities, as if she did not know him. "You should go, my Prince, and support your sister's engagement. If you'll excuse me, Prince Motymia, I must take leave of you." She bowed stiffly and walked towards the door, where Takeru was waiting for her. Slipping her arm into his, she shot once last glance of hatred towards Daisuke before walking away.
Davis fell immediately to his knees. His childhood love, the one person he cared for most, hated him. Loathed him, with a passion.
And it was all Takeru Ishida's fault.
"You will pay, Ishida. You will pay."
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"TK, can I ask you something?" Kari said quietly, as soon as they had left Davis.
He looked down at her and nodded. "Go ahead."
"Matt's in love with that girl he was with at the ball, isn't he? And that's why he ran away last night, so that they wouldn't get caught?"
Takeru looked down at the girl, his mouth gaping. "Um... well, you see, I'm not supposed to..."
"Don't worry. I won't say anything. And you never told me, so you don't have to feel guilty." She smiled at the taller blonde and slid her arm down so she could hold his hand. "You don't think I'm being too harsh with Daisuke, do you?"
TK squeezed her hand to give her support. "You aren't being harsh at all. You were afraid of a close friend of yours hurting you. He's the one being harsh. Don't worry about it, Hikari. If he's sorry about it or if he still wants to be your friend, he'll apologize."
Hikari nodded and looked down at the ground. "I just hope I didn't hurt him too much..."
"Don't worry, Davis is strong enough to take it." TK led Kari farther down the hallway, until they came to a doorway leading to the gardens. "Would you like to take a walk in the morning sunshine?"
Kari smirked and pulled him close to her. "Only if you'll tell me about Matt's mystery girl."
"But... I can't... I promised...." TK started to protest, but was stopped by Hikari lightly placing her lips on his. It was a short kiss, but just enough to send a shock through Takeru's spine.
"Be lucky that I'm not Taichi, or both of you would be in death's grasp," a voice from behind them said. The startled TK and embarrassed Kari turned to see the blue haired boy who had saved TK the day before.
"Ken! It isn't... I didn't... We're not..." Kari tried to explain.
"Sure you aren't. Don't worry, Tai's not going to find out from me. But I will take both of you up TK's offer and walk with you in the gardens," the boy said. Kari's eyes widened. That was a speech by Ken's standards; it was the most he had ever said since Matt brought him to the castle.
She smiled and broke apart from Takeru. "Come on, TK. Let's take a walk with our new friend."
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"Master Izumi... I hate to bother you in the middle of your research..." a young female voice called from across the wide, open room.
"Please, please, come in," he said as he motioned for the girl to come to him. "What is it, my dear Miyako?"
The young faerie, looking about fifteen years old, smiled weakly at the man in front of her. "Jyou sends for you. He says... he say two mortals have come into our world," she told him quietly, the seriousness of the issue at hand hitting both of them.
Koushiro Izumi stood, dumbfounded. He prided himself on knowing almost everything about the boundaries between reality and non, mortal and immortal. And yet now two humans had made it to the immortal realm of the fearies.
Miyako cleared her though nervously, wanting to tell the red-headed faerie more.
"Yes?"
"Jyou also said that..." she drew a breath, "that one of the mortals is Princess Sora."
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always,
lily-angel
(faerie_princess08@yahoo.com)