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Author Notes: I know you guys were reading the last chapter and were like, 'She was making out with a guy she doesn't even know!' I know it was kinda weird but you'll see why later why she did this with him. Also, SHE REALLY, REALLY DOESN'T KNOW HIM!!! And sorry it is taking so friggin long to write this chapter. School blows and when you have a D in English, your parents won't be so happy about that. So I'm retaking this in the most reading deficient class there is. I won't do that again. So I will do my very best to make this come out as quickly as humanly possible. Keep reading, it's going to get really good! Thank you and enjoy.
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Chapter V: Interlude to the Keeper
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Hitomi sat on Nakami's bed and stroked her cheek. She had been out for three months and she was very bruised up, especially at her head. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Nakami, this is all my fault. I should have never left you alone by yourself." she sobbed.
Tremendous guilt shadowed over her. That day, she felt that something bad was going to happen but she ignored it and ran off with Van. And now her truest friend Nakami was seriously hurt and possibly raped. She remembered the way they found her.
Outside at the royal gardens, she was laid softly by the lake. Her skin was still a bit damp and her hair clung scraggly to her face. Blood laced into the grass from her head. The once lovely scarlet dress was now tattered and hanging by the shreds. Her thighs were scraped up really bad and her skirt was almost all ripped off. The only thing that covered her was a mysterious, large trench coat. Hitomi ran up to her and cried as she kneeled over her. Van called the healers and helped comfort Hitomi.
She sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. 'I must be strong, I have to be strong for Nakami.' she thought. "Please Nakami, wake up please." she pleaded. She was answered by silence. With a few more wipes from her eyes, she stood up, bowed and left.
The palace was quiet today. Van went off riding to clear his mind from everything. Celena had to go back to Austuria after a letter from her brother came, requesting her company. Nobody was there to talk to. A maid suggested that she go to the royal library and read a few books. Thinking that there was nothing else to do, she went and looked.
Fanellia's royal library was huge. The entire room itself was about the size of the ballroom and was loaded with books, many of them charred on the edges because of the Great Fanellian Fire. 'This library is so extensive, I won't be able to read half of the books here in my lifetime! I don't know where to start.' she thought as she held a hand to her mouth. She decided to go to look for at least a few romance books and history books, if she was going to stay there, she has to at least know Gaea's history a little. She picked up a few on the financial boom of Fanellia from the Great Gaean War, the list of allies to whom and the resources they have, and two on the past royal families of Fanellia. 'Why do I need these books about the past royals? I can just easily ask Van about this.' she thought as she chuckled to herself.
Some recreational reading might be fun to her so she picked up a few tales about the princess and a knight, the king marrying the pauper, and one about a sorceress and her love for a man who's soul is trapped in the body of a boa. She saw a story about a prince marrying a hybrid woman that looked sweet at first but the thought of Merle marrying Van creeped her out and she hurriedly put the book away. She piled all of the books clumsily into her arms and walked to her room. Halfway there, she complained "Why didn't I just let the poor man do his job and help me with this. I feel like I'm going to die." A maid came and took a lot from her and asked another to help with the rest. Together, they all walked to Hitomi's room.
At her room, they dropped the books on the table in the hallway, curtsied and left. Van sat on her bed inside of her room. "Van, I thought you went riding." she said. He stood up and walked over to her. "That was three hours ago, I didn't want to keep you bored too long." he said. She smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Now what is that supposed to mean? I can take care of my boredom and myself without you smothering me with attention and devotion Van." she said. He placed a quick kiss on her forehead and looked to the mountain of books at the hallway of her room.
"And what's this Hitomi?" he asked. She blushed and buried her face into his chest.
"It's just some helpful information and recreational reading. What good am I to you if I don't know your kingdom's customs and history?" she asked into his chest.
"Well you could have asked me. It would be a lot easier and less complicated and boring than these books. I feel a little offended now." he said.
Hitomi giggles and looks up to him. "Well what if you're not there and I'm by myself? How will I ask you what the annual festivals are and how to dress for them?"
He pulls back a little with a look of concern. "You're not suggesting that I might die are you? I'll always be here for you." he said.
She shakes her head and gives him a quick kiss. "I know you'll always be here Van, but what if you go out riding again or you're in the middle of an important meeting? I can't just waltz in and ask you then can I?" she asks with a grin.
"Maybe not but I do have a very important purpose for you my lady." he says and throws her over his shoulder as she giggles and gives small screams of playful protest.
"This is not what a king should do with a visiting lady! Put me down or I'll tell Celena that you're abusing me!" she protested.
He threw her to the middle of the bed and stood at the edge with a questioning look on his face. "Now wouldn't that be a lie Hitomi?" he asked.
She struggled to place her dress over her legs and cover herself. "Yeah but it would be a fun one." she said.
He crawled over to her and kissed her deeply. She giggled and lay back, allowing his hands access to her body. His tongue moved it's way into her mouth, stroking hers softly. He hiked up her skirts and roamed his hands around her hips and waist. Straddling him, she tangled her fingers in his hair. She moaned when his hand snaked its way up under her brassiere and on her bare breast.
Breaking from the kiss, he whispered, "Why can't we make love now?" She licked his ear and replied, "Because if we do, I might end up carrying your child afterwards. And Fanellia will look down upon us." She nibbled his ear softly. He spread rough kisses down her neck. She gasped and leaned her neck out for his easier access.
A loud knock echoed in the room. She froze and stammered out, "Y-Yes?" Van ignored it and moved down her dress.
"Lunch is ready in the casual dining room. Is there anything you need?" asked a female voice. His mouth found her left breast and sucked it strongly. She moaned out and sharply quieted herself.
"Is everything alright in there Lady Hitomi?" she asked with a hint of concern. Hitomi struggled to keep the second one in and replied weakly, "Yes, I-I'm fine, I just tripped that's all. Thank you for-for telling us, I mean me. Thank you for telling me."
After slight hesitation, the messenger replied and bade farewell. Hitomi snapped at Van. "Thanks a lot Van, now that poor woman may be thinking that I'm masturbating." she said as she pushed him off of her and prepared to get p when he jumped back on her and kissed her.
"Sorry Hitomi. I just can't get enough of you." he said between rough kisses. She moaned loudly and pressed him up against her. He moved back to her breast and sucked roughly through her dress, stroking his tongue against her hardened nipple.
"Oh Van." she moaned softly as she arched her back. "Please I have to eat. I haven't eaten all day." she begged. He gave one harder suck on her and crawled off. She swung her legs over the bed and stood up. The material on her left breast was damp.
"Thanks a lot Van, now I have to change too." she huffed as she walked over to her armoire. She pulled out a long orange dress with a high neck and no sleeves. Pulling off her dress, she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her against him. He breathed huskily into her ear, "I'm sorry. I don't seem to be doing good today. How can I. make it up to you?" he asked. His hand moved down her stomach and into her panties.
She gasped and moaned as he stroked her softly. He licked her neck and pressed her roughly against him. She could feel him harden behind her. His fingers wandered in her underwear and stroked her nub. Moaning loudly, she leaned heavily onto him.
"Oh gods, stop please Van. I won't want you to stop if you don't." she gasped out and moaned again. He nuzzled her neck, licked her ear and left her. Without breath, she lay against the wall and sighed. She then put on her dress and went to the dining hall.
There was a long large table made of oak in the middle of the room. It was adorned with a scarlet runner down its length. A long pair of leafy garlands rested along it's middle with a large candelabra in the center. There were what she estimated to be forty some chairs in this "casual" dining room. Two tall backed chairs with red satin cushioning and laced with gold sat proudly in the front end. The curtains were drawn closed because of the coming of the winter chill.
Seeing no one was there, she sat there quietly, thinking about Nakami. She was supposed to be treated by a Cellonian group of priests soon. The Cellonians were gifted like the Draconians in their intelligence and magics of healing. They themselves had long silver hair and blood red eyes. They had the lust for fire and were incredibly expertise in the acts of war. But they never used their powers and gifts unwisely as the Draconians did. Living on the same continent of Atlantis, they traded with the Draconians but dared not to mingle and interbreed. The Draconians felt themselves superior and refused to lower themselves to the Cellonian's level.
When Atlantis sunk into the water, the Draconians pleaded with the Cellonians to save them. Feeling it right, they created Gaea out of their wills, a place to live in peace and unseen to Earth. In turn, the planet took the Cellonian's immortality and shortened the lives or the Draconian race to 200 years. Unlike the Draconians, the Cellonians were honored for their sacrificed and were thought highly of. They soon slipped out of existence and were rarely heard of again. Fanellia, the place where the Cellonians first landed and settled before moving on, had many kings of Cellonian blood. They moved to Freid, in a zigzag to Austuria, and finally they waded into the waters of the Naelus Sea. Van had the Cellonian blood, little, but still strong in him, alongside his Draconian blood.
They had appeared out of nowhere, when the Ispanian healers had failed miserably in attempts to even making her stir. The wounds on her wouldn't even heal; it was like her body ceased functioning at all. Hitomi feared damage to Nakami's brain. The Ispanian monks advised to kill her to release her from the sleep she was caught in. At this news, Hitomi wept and Van fumed at them, dragging them literally into their airship and told them never to return to Fanellia again.
Two weeks ago, a small pyre, a phoenix looking bird of beautiful orange, yellow, and red feathers of fire, flew in with a message of their journey to Fanellia to awaken the 'keeper of moons and sun'. Van was shocked when he say Hitomi holding the legendary fiery bird with such ease. He scolded her not to handle those kinds of birds again. 'They are dangerous creatures that grow to the size of dragons and can purge entire cities into a hell of fire. Don't ever do that again Hitomi.' he pleaded. She agreed but secretly slipped a reply letter to the bird hiding under the windowsill and it flew away gracefully.
She doubted that they would be here in time. Or would make it at all. 'Don't give up hope Hitomi, you remember the last time you gave up on the ones you love.' she thought to herself. She was right. So she thought with all her might that they would make it early and safely.
Van walked in quietly and sat down next to her. "Hello Hitomi. Sorry I kept you waiting. The healers and I had an enormous argument." he said nonchalantly. Hitomi didn't have to ask what they were arguing about, she already knew. It was about their decision to keep her alive until the Cellonians come. The healers said she was a lost cause if the Ispanians couldn't even cure her.
She looked to him softly and smiled. "It's alright Van, it gave me some time to think about things." she said. With a snap of his fingers, maids came in with their food. It wasn't much like they used to serve so only two came in. They ate in silence throughout the entire meal, delving in their own thoughts. The hall felt empty to her. She remembered how it used to be busy with the wisecracking of Celena and the sarcasm of Nakami while she and Van would chatter incessantly about things only lovers thought of. Those days were full of life and the windows would shower sun on their merry faces.
Now, the windows were drawn. The meals were smaller. Time was spent worrying alone than conversing loudly about nothing. All of the days seemed to get colder and colder. 'If only Nakami was still awake,' she would always catch herself think. 'We would be here, together again.' Standing up, she placed a quick kiss on her love's lips and walked to the door.
"Hitomi." he said. She halted and spun around, as if waiting for something big. He could see the anticipation in her eyes, along with the weariness of waiting and lack of sleep. "Um, never mind. I forgot." he said and looked back down at his food. Hearing the door click softly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright diamond ring. Sighing, he looked back to the door and combed a frustrated hand through his hair. "I'll ask you later. Nakami, please wake up." he thought aloud. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------
Again.she was running; she was always running. Her long raven hair was tied up with a bright satin ribbon into a Grecian-like bun. A long black linen dress in the same fashion flapped around her thinly. Bare foot, she wore silver anklets and a long bronze dragon armlet on her upper arm. Her heart was thumping wildly. All was red and black as fire blazed around her. A crowd of people was running up ahead of her. They were escaping from a large city that may have been beautiful another day. It was now burning to the ground. Fireballs shot down around her.
She was confused with it all. First the residents were yelling at her, calling her blasphemous things, and now she was running with them. All of this gave her a headache but she ignored this as she ran. In her arms she carried a small toddler. She had come with her through her entire trip through this doomed city. Soft silver hair was cut short to her shoulders and she had a large symbol on her forehead, it looked as if it was real gold. "Save me." she said as she held on to her savior.
The runners in front of her jumped off of the cliff nearing her and sprouted snowy white wings. Coming to an abrupt halt, she looked after the flying angels ahead of her. Fire sprouted behind her, threatening to push her off. The little girl clutched onto her and whispered, "Jump. we will catch you." Looking back at the nearing destruction, she felt the ground under her surge downwards in a hastened lurch. She was thrown off balance and off of the cliff.
Screaming, she tried to push her back, to let out white saviors like the people she had joined in the fleeing. To her avail, nothing happened and she fell down the cliff, the waterfall next to her joining in the long and deadly plummet. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------
It was a dark and snowy day. Three more days had passed and still no sign of her recovery or the Cellonians. Hitomi was beginning to think that there was no hope for her friend, that she would grow old in that very bed. It was snowing softly, layering Fanellia in a soft cover of white. She wanted to roll around in the snow and sled like she used to at home but Van made her stay in. According to what he said, it never snowed in Fanellia, only hailed at the very most. The last time it did, it was during the eternal winter and the snow was poisonous. Many children died that year.
She looked out the window and sighed. No body went outside. Nobody dare to. It was too quiet and she hated to be inside. Snow gathered in her windowsill. Looking left and right, just to make sure Van didn't see her, she carefully stuck her finger into the growing mound of white. The swift cold of it made her yank her finger out quickly. Easing in, she played with her little hill of soft snow. Laughing, she made swirling patterns to make a big hole into it. Suddenly, the whole started to fill up with a crimson liquid. It pooled into the hole quickly and started to overflow.
"Oh my God!!!!!!" she screamed as she scrambled her way away from the puddle and all the way into the room. Van ran in quickly after hearing her scream.
"What happened Hitomi?!" he asked fearfully. She pointed to the pile of snow on the windowsill. He carefully walked up to the sill and nearly jumped back. The crimson was now over flooding the snow and turning it red as it collected into a perfect perimeter around it. "What the hell?" he said as he looked into the crimson.
The pool suddenly swirled up and formed into a pyre. It flapped and hovered over the wood sill. It began to chant a prophecy in its soft, mystical, female voice.
The moon of hidden pasts untold
The one of silver, the one of gold
A heart of two combined to one
And under a tree the fate is begun
Insatiable youth, innocence is bliss
As stars bend their knees and give a kiss
Her soul is strong forged by fire
Her innocence calm, cooled with water
Life spared by an unearned run
Long lives the keeper of the moons and sun
It swirled up and disappeared. Van and Hitomi stood there, contemplating about what the pyre said. Hitomi was shaken by all of this action. She wished she hadn't gone against Van's wishes to keep her safe.
A Guard from the front gates of the castle knocked on the door. "Come in." said a shaken Van. He walked in and bowed to each of them. He straightened up when he acknowledged Van.
"There is a band of cloaked figures coming to the castle. They say they have business with the keeper of the moons and sun. Should I let them in?" he asked. Van could tell he was quite shaken from even running for a second through the snow. That, and there were people actually walking in large groups, unshaken about the white rain of death. He smirked at this.
"I'll receive them in the study." he said. Quickly bowing, the guard ran hurriedly to the front of the castle, where the Cellonians were waiting. Where destiny was about to change Fanellia forever...
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- Author Notes: MWUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! I love it when I give cliffhangers to people!!! Well, this is where the 'happy-go-lucky' story goes into a completely different direction. But don't worry; people won't die.too quickly. And you guys. PLEASE review!!! You don't know how pissed off I get when only five people review. You can even just write, "Good story. Write more." I'd appreciate it. Well, I'm soooo sorry that I haven't been able to give you the rough and wild animal sex like you wanted it. It's not time yet. Don't get your panties in a bunch and chill. Jeez. He heh. Well, if you have any suggestions or productive comments, REVIEW, or better yet, E- MAIL ME. I like to keep my e-mails from fans about my stories. Believe me, I have my own little folder on Yahoo! Mail just for your insights. And, if you have any flames, please give me your e-mail address at least. I hate cowardly people like that. You should have an e-mail address to flame. If you don't then too bad for you laddies. Well, got to go! I'll write the next chapter soon, though it may be.
Author Notes: I know you guys were reading the last chapter and were like, 'She was making out with a guy she doesn't even know!' I know it was kinda weird but you'll see why later why she did this with him. Also, SHE REALLY, REALLY DOESN'T KNOW HIM!!! And sorry it is taking so friggin long to write this chapter. School blows and when you have a D in English, your parents won't be so happy about that. So I'm retaking this in the most reading deficient class there is. I won't do that again. So I will do my very best to make this come out as quickly as humanly possible. Keep reading, it's going to get really good! Thank you and enjoy.
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Chapter V: Interlude to the Keeper
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Hitomi sat on Nakami's bed and stroked her cheek. She had been out for three months and she was very bruised up, especially at her head. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Nakami, this is all my fault. I should have never left you alone by yourself." she sobbed.
Tremendous guilt shadowed over her. That day, she felt that something bad was going to happen but she ignored it and ran off with Van. And now her truest friend Nakami was seriously hurt and possibly raped. She remembered the way they found her.
Outside at the royal gardens, she was laid softly by the lake. Her skin was still a bit damp and her hair clung scraggly to her face. Blood laced into the grass from her head. The once lovely scarlet dress was now tattered and hanging by the shreds. Her thighs were scraped up really bad and her skirt was almost all ripped off. The only thing that covered her was a mysterious, large trench coat. Hitomi ran up to her and cried as she kneeled over her. Van called the healers and helped comfort Hitomi.
She sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. 'I must be strong, I have to be strong for Nakami.' she thought. "Please Nakami, wake up please." she pleaded. She was answered by silence. With a few more wipes from her eyes, she stood up, bowed and left.
The palace was quiet today. Van went off riding to clear his mind from everything. Celena had to go back to Austuria after a letter from her brother came, requesting her company. Nobody was there to talk to. A maid suggested that she go to the royal library and read a few books. Thinking that there was nothing else to do, she went and looked.
Fanellia's royal library was huge. The entire room itself was about the size of the ballroom and was loaded with books, many of them charred on the edges because of the Great Fanellian Fire. 'This library is so extensive, I won't be able to read half of the books here in my lifetime! I don't know where to start.' she thought as she held a hand to her mouth. She decided to go to look for at least a few romance books and history books, if she was going to stay there, she has to at least know Gaea's history a little. She picked up a few on the financial boom of Fanellia from the Great Gaean War, the list of allies to whom and the resources they have, and two on the past royal families of Fanellia. 'Why do I need these books about the past royals? I can just easily ask Van about this.' she thought as she chuckled to herself.
Some recreational reading might be fun to her so she picked up a few tales about the princess and a knight, the king marrying the pauper, and one about a sorceress and her love for a man who's soul is trapped in the body of a boa. She saw a story about a prince marrying a hybrid woman that looked sweet at first but the thought of Merle marrying Van creeped her out and she hurriedly put the book away. She piled all of the books clumsily into her arms and walked to her room. Halfway there, she complained "Why didn't I just let the poor man do his job and help me with this. I feel like I'm going to die." A maid came and took a lot from her and asked another to help with the rest. Together, they all walked to Hitomi's room.
At her room, they dropped the books on the table in the hallway, curtsied and left. Van sat on her bed inside of her room. "Van, I thought you went riding." she said. He stood up and walked over to her. "That was three hours ago, I didn't want to keep you bored too long." he said. She smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Now what is that supposed to mean? I can take care of my boredom and myself without you smothering me with attention and devotion Van." she said. He placed a quick kiss on her forehead and looked to the mountain of books at the hallway of her room.
"And what's this Hitomi?" he asked. She blushed and buried her face into his chest.
"It's just some helpful information and recreational reading. What good am I to you if I don't know your kingdom's customs and history?" she asked into his chest.
"Well you could have asked me. It would be a lot easier and less complicated and boring than these books. I feel a little offended now." he said.
Hitomi giggles and looks up to him. "Well what if you're not there and I'm by myself? How will I ask you what the annual festivals are and how to dress for them?"
He pulls back a little with a look of concern. "You're not suggesting that I might die are you? I'll always be here for you." he said.
She shakes her head and gives him a quick kiss. "I know you'll always be here Van, but what if you go out riding again or you're in the middle of an important meeting? I can't just waltz in and ask you then can I?" she asks with a grin.
"Maybe not but I do have a very important purpose for you my lady." he says and throws her over his shoulder as she giggles and gives small screams of playful protest.
"This is not what a king should do with a visiting lady! Put me down or I'll tell Celena that you're abusing me!" she protested.
He threw her to the middle of the bed and stood at the edge with a questioning look on his face. "Now wouldn't that be a lie Hitomi?" he asked.
She struggled to place her dress over her legs and cover herself. "Yeah but it would be a fun one." she said.
He crawled over to her and kissed her deeply. She giggled and lay back, allowing his hands access to her body. His tongue moved it's way into her mouth, stroking hers softly. He hiked up her skirts and roamed his hands around her hips and waist. Straddling him, she tangled her fingers in his hair. She moaned when his hand snaked its way up under her brassiere and on her bare breast.
Breaking from the kiss, he whispered, "Why can't we make love now?" She licked his ear and replied, "Because if we do, I might end up carrying your child afterwards. And Fanellia will look down upon us." She nibbled his ear softly. He spread rough kisses down her neck. She gasped and leaned her neck out for his easier access.
A loud knock echoed in the room. She froze and stammered out, "Y-Yes?" Van ignored it and moved down her dress.
"Lunch is ready in the casual dining room. Is there anything you need?" asked a female voice. His mouth found her left breast and sucked it strongly. She moaned out and sharply quieted herself.
"Is everything alright in there Lady Hitomi?" she asked with a hint of concern. Hitomi struggled to keep the second one in and replied weakly, "Yes, I-I'm fine, I just tripped that's all. Thank you for-for telling us, I mean me. Thank you for telling me."
After slight hesitation, the messenger replied and bade farewell. Hitomi snapped at Van. "Thanks a lot Van, now that poor woman may be thinking that I'm masturbating." she said as she pushed him off of her and prepared to get p when he jumped back on her and kissed her.
"Sorry Hitomi. I just can't get enough of you." he said between rough kisses. She moaned loudly and pressed him up against her. He moved back to her breast and sucked roughly through her dress, stroking his tongue against her hardened nipple.
"Oh Van." she moaned softly as she arched her back. "Please I have to eat. I haven't eaten all day." she begged. He gave one harder suck on her and crawled off. She swung her legs over the bed and stood up. The material on her left breast was damp.
"Thanks a lot Van, now I have to change too." she huffed as she walked over to her armoire. She pulled out a long orange dress with a high neck and no sleeves. Pulling off her dress, she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her against him. He breathed huskily into her ear, "I'm sorry. I don't seem to be doing good today. How can I. make it up to you?" he asked. His hand moved down her stomach and into her panties.
She gasped and moaned as he stroked her softly. He licked her neck and pressed her roughly against him. She could feel him harden behind her. His fingers wandered in her underwear and stroked her nub. Moaning loudly, she leaned heavily onto him.
"Oh gods, stop please Van. I won't want you to stop if you don't." she gasped out and moaned again. He nuzzled her neck, licked her ear and left her. Without breath, she lay against the wall and sighed. She then put on her dress and went to the dining hall.
There was a long large table made of oak in the middle of the room. It was adorned with a scarlet runner down its length. A long pair of leafy garlands rested along it's middle with a large candelabra in the center. There were what she estimated to be forty some chairs in this "casual" dining room. Two tall backed chairs with red satin cushioning and laced with gold sat proudly in the front end. The curtains were drawn closed because of the coming of the winter chill.
Seeing no one was there, she sat there quietly, thinking about Nakami. She was supposed to be treated by a Cellonian group of priests soon. The Cellonians were gifted like the Draconians in their intelligence and magics of healing. They themselves had long silver hair and blood red eyes. They had the lust for fire and were incredibly expertise in the acts of war. But they never used their powers and gifts unwisely as the Draconians did. Living on the same continent of Atlantis, they traded with the Draconians but dared not to mingle and interbreed. The Draconians felt themselves superior and refused to lower themselves to the Cellonian's level.
When Atlantis sunk into the water, the Draconians pleaded with the Cellonians to save them. Feeling it right, they created Gaea out of their wills, a place to live in peace and unseen to Earth. In turn, the planet took the Cellonian's immortality and shortened the lives or the Draconian race to 200 years. Unlike the Draconians, the Cellonians were honored for their sacrificed and were thought highly of. They soon slipped out of existence and were rarely heard of again. Fanellia, the place where the Cellonians first landed and settled before moving on, had many kings of Cellonian blood. They moved to Freid, in a zigzag to Austuria, and finally they waded into the waters of the Naelus Sea. Van had the Cellonian blood, little, but still strong in him, alongside his Draconian blood.
They had appeared out of nowhere, when the Ispanian healers had failed miserably in attempts to even making her stir. The wounds on her wouldn't even heal; it was like her body ceased functioning at all. Hitomi feared damage to Nakami's brain. The Ispanian monks advised to kill her to release her from the sleep she was caught in. At this news, Hitomi wept and Van fumed at them, dragging them literally into their airship and told them never to return to Fanellia again.
Two weeks ago, a small pyre, a phoenix looking bird of beautiful orange, yellow, and red feathers of fire, flew in with a message of their journey to Fanellia to awaken the 'keeper of moons and sun'. Van was shocked when he say Hitomi holding the legendary fiery bird with such ease. He scolded her not to handle those kinds of birds again. 'They are dangerous creatures that grow to the size of dragons and can purge entire cities into a hell of fire. Don't ever do that again Hitomi.' he pleaded. She agreed but secretly slipped a reply letter to the bird hiding under the windowsill and it flew away gracefully.
She doubted that they would be here in time. Or would make it at all. 'Don't give up hope Hitomi, you remember the last time you gave up on the ones you love.' she thought to herself. She was right. So she thought with all her might that they would make it early and safely.
Van walked in quietly and sat down next to her. "Hello Hitomi. Sorry I kept you waiting. The healers and I had an enormous argument." he said nonchalantly. Hitomi didn't have to ask what they were arguing about, she already knew. It was about their decision to keep her alive until the Cellonians come. The healers said she was a lost cause if the Ispanians couldn't even cure her.
She looked to him softly and smiled. "It's alright Van, it gave me some time to think about things." she said. With a snap of his fingers, maids came in with their food. It wasn't much like they used to serve so only two came in. They ate in silence throughout the entire meal, delving in their own thoughts. The hall felt empty to her. She remembered how it used to be busy with the wisecracking of Celena and the sarcasm of Nakami while she and Van would chatter incessantly about things only lovers thought of. Those days were full of life and the windows would shower sun on their merry faces.
Now, the windows were drawn. The meals were smaller. Time was spent worrying alone than conversing loudly about nothing. All of the days seemed to get colder and colder. 'If only Nakami was still awake,' she would always catch herself think. 'We would be here, together again.' Standing up, she placed a quick kiss on her love's lips and walked to the door.
"Hitomi." he said. She halted and spun around, as if waiting for something big. He could see the anticipation in her eyes, along with the weariness of waiting and lack of sleep. "Um, never mind. I forgot." he said and looked back down at his food. Hearing the door click softly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright diamond ring. Sighing, he looked back to the door and combed a frustrated hand through his hair. "I'll ask you later. Nakami, please wake up." he thought aloud. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------
Again.she was running; she was always running. Her long raven hair was tied up with a bright satin ribbon into a Grecian-like bun. A long black linen dress in the same fashion flapped around her thinly. Bare foot, she wore silver anklets and a long bronze dragon armlet on her upper arm. Her heart was thumping wildly. All was red and black as fire blazed around her. A crowd of people was running up ahead of her. They were escaping from a large city that may have been beautiful another day. It was now burning to the ground. Fireballs shot down around her.
She was confused with it all. First the residents were yelling at her, calling her blasphemous things, and now she was running with them. All of this gave her a headache but she ignored this as she ran. In her arms she carried a small toddler. She had come with her through her entire trip through this doomed city. Soft silver hair was cut short to her shoulders and she had a large symbol on her forehead, it looked as if it was real gold. "Save me." she said as she held on to her savior.
The runners in front of her jumped off of the cliff nearing her and sprouted snowy white wings. Coming to an abrupt halt, she looked after the flying angels ahead of her. Fire sprouted behind her, threatening to push her off. The little girl clutched onto her and whispered, "Jump. we will catch you." Looking back at the nearing destruction, she felt the ground under her surge downwards in a hastened lurch. She was thrown off balance and off of the cliff.
Screaming, she tried to push her back, to let out white saviors like the people she had joined in the fleeing. To her avail, nothing happened and she fell down the cliff, the waterfall next to her joining in the long and deadly plummet. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------
It was a dark and snowy day. Three more days had passed and still no sign of her recovery or the Cellonians. Hitomi was beginning to think that there was no hope for her friend, that she would grow old in that very bed. It was snowing softly, layering Fanellia in a soft cover of white. She wanted to roll around in the snow and sled like she used to at home but Van made her stay in. According to what he said, it never snowed in Fanellia, only hailed at the very most. The last time it did, it was during the eternal winter and the snow was poisonous. Many children died that year.
She looked out the window and sighed. No body went outside. Nobody dare to. It was too quiet and she hated to be inside. Snow gathered in her windowsill. Looking left and right, just to make sure Van didn't see her, she carefully stuck her finger into the growing mound of white. The swift cold of it made her yank her finger out quickly. Easing in, she played with her little hill of soft snow. Laughing, she made swirling patterns to make a big hole into it. Suddenly, the whole started to fill up with a crimson liquid. It pooled into the hole quickly and started to overflow.
"Oh my God!!!!!!" she screamed as she scrambled her way away from the puddle and all the way into the room. Van ran in quickly after hearing her scream.
"What happened Hitomi?!" he asked fearfully. She pointed to the pile of snow on the windowsill. He carefully walked up to the sill and nearly jumped back. The crimson was now over flooding the snow and turning it red as it collected into a perfect perimeter around it. "What the hell?" he said as he looked into the crimson.
The pool suddenly swirled up and formed into a pyre. It flapped and hovered over the wood sill. It began to chant a prophecy in its soft, mystical, female voice.
The moon of hidden pasts untold
The one of silver, the one of gold
A heart of two combined to one
And under a tree the fate is begun
Insatiable youth, innocence is bliss
As stars bend their knees and give a kiss
Her soul is strong forged by fire
Her innocence calm, cooled with water
Life spared by an unearned run
Long lives the keeper of the moons and sun
It swirled up and disappeared. Van and Hitomi stood there, contemplating about what the pyre said. Hitomi was shaken by all of this action. She wished she hadn't gone against Van's wishes to keep her safe.
A Guard from the front gates of the castle knocked on the door. "Come in." said a shaken Van. He walked in and bowed to each of them. He straightened up when he acknowledged Van.
"There is a band of cloaked figures coming to the castle. They say they have business with the keeper of the moons and sun. Should I let them in?" he asked. Van could tell he was quite shaken from even running for a second through the snow. That, and there were people actually walking in large groups, unshaken about the white rain of death. He smirked at this.
"I'll receive them in the study." he said. Quickly bowing, the guard ran hurriedly to the front of the castle, where the Cellonians were waiting. Where destiny was about to change Fanellia forever...
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- Author Notes: MWUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! I love it when I give cliffhangers to people!!! Well, this is where the 'happy-go-lucky' story goes into a completely different direction. But don't worry; people won't die.too quickly. And you guys. PLEASE review!!! You don't know how pissed off I get when only five people review. You can even just write, "Good story. Write more." I'd appreciate it. Well, I'm soooo sorry that I haven't been able to give you the rough and wild animal sex like you wanted it. It's not time yet. Don't get your panties in a bunch and chill. Jeez. He heh. Well, if you have any suggestions or productive comments, REVIEW, or better yet, E- MAIL ME. I like to keep my e-mails from fans about my stories. Believe me, I have my own little folder on Yahoo! Mail just for your insights. And, if you have any flames, please give me your e-mail address at least. I hate cowardly people like that. You should have an e-mail address to flame. If you don't then too bad for you laddies. Well, got to go! I'll write the next chapter soon, though it may be.