A/N: I am really lagging. I have not so good grades so that's why it's
taking so long for the chaps to come out. But this one will be a real
turning point in the story. I'm trying to hurry it up so that the plot can
go through, so that the storm can wrack the earth *not gonna happen in the
story*!!! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Well, I hope you like it, cause reviews
will help it come out faster too.
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Chapter XIII: Pyres and Dragons
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The day was muggy and hot. Van stretched in his seat and yawned. He was almost done with his remaining few of contracts and he could go and spend some time with Inhestia. The cheery woman was probably out waiting for him to finish in the temple. Picking up a small letter sized paper, he groaned in annoyance from the reminder. He was supposed to spend time with Hitomi today. She was complaining how he wasn't spending as much time with her as he used to. All of the time seemed to just fly by and he was always pulled on by Inhestia.
"Gods it's too damn hot! Two days ago it was snowing like crazy!" he complained as he moved out of his chair and to the door.
"Master Van! You still have some work to do. It would be wise to finish it before fun." said one of his advisors. Shrugging him off, walked out the door.
"He's never walked out on us not angry before." said the advisor to the others.
Taking his horse, he rode off to the chapel find his companion. Sure enough, she was sitting on a chair in front of an easel. Her paints had masterfully blended and weaved in and out to make a replica of the scenery before her. Looking up from her masterpiece, she jumped out of her chair and ran happily to Van's horse.
"Hey Van! It's too hot here! Lets go to the lake or something." she said with a gleeful smile. Pulling of the long gray robe, she revealed a plain yet beautiful violet robe. Her hair was bunched up in a high ponytail and traced to her rear.
"Sure. I was about to ask you myself. Hop on." he said as he gestured to the front of him. She pulled herself up in front of him, which was easy considering that Fanellian style saddles were made long enough for two people to fit. Giggling that her skirt was hiked up to her knees, they rode off in a good and steady pace. The cool trees flashed past them as the horse made a frantic dash for the cool and cleansing lake.
As soon as it came into view, the horse stopped steadily. The king jumped off and helped the woman in front of him as well. The place was a cool and small oasis from the burning sun and the large crystal lake was the centerpiece of it all. Sitting on the side of the lake and letting their feet be soothed by the cool water, they talked.
"Ronin, the second priest in command, say I need to go back soon." she said sadly, her eyes downcast. Van blinked in surprise and looked to her worriedly.
"Go where?" he asked.
"To Draygos. That's the first spot we are supposed to stay. Then we are to make it to our capital of Garolesh called Nimhart. I'm supposed to take up my duties as empress of the Cellonians." she said in a sniff. He shifted uneasily.
"Why? When are you leaving?"
"Because Arnin is dead and I don't have the powers yet to revive him, I must take the place as leader to my people. And I must take a husband. We are to leave in three weeks." she said sadly. In the core of her chest, she felt a deep sorrow that nobody could be able to comprehend. Everything was falling apart for her and she would soon be sent to her loveless prison.
"Is there anyway that you could stay for a little longer?" he asked sadly. She shook her head and stood up slowly.
"Thanks for the ride Van. Bye." she said and was about to turn her bubble on but he hugged her. Looking down, she bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears. "With all of the powers I have, I can't keep myself from crying." she muttered in a shaky voice.
He just held her and stroked her long black locks. "It's okay to cry 'Hes. Let it go." he said. She buried her face into his neck and released saline tears. Shaking from the sobs, she remembered a time long ago when she was told that same line.
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"Lady Inhestia? What are you doing out in a dark place like this?" he asked. In the dark recess of the imperial garden, she sat on the bare ground, shivering with held in tears. He knelt in front of her and smiled. Pulling back a few strands of messy hair, he traced her face with his finger. "My love? What's the matter?" he asked with a smile.
Looking up to him with a look of shattered hope, she sniffled. "Father has finalized my betrothal to Arnin of the Cathedral of Holy. He won't change his mind and we might be found out." she whispered sadly. He frowned and looked to her lap.
They had been sneaking off together in the darkness of the gardens. She had never given herself to him in body but her heart always had him in it. Being an imperial archer, he was always set to patrol the castle. Since the first time they saw each other, it was love. His silver bangs flooded into his eyes' view of her.
"I'll always love you Inhestia. And I'll always protect you as well." he said and hugged her. Giving her a passionate kiss, he nodded, his red eyes full of sincerity. "It's okay to cry ciñasteñia. Let it go." he said and stroked her hair as she cried.
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She jumped and forced herself out of his embrace. Looking to him with claret eyes in searching, she put two and two together. "Mondrael? Is that you?" she asked and touched his cheek. All Van did was stand there and gaze back at her. "But you were of pure Cellonian blood. Is it really you?" she asked again.
Of course, she remembered that he too would be resurrected as she did herself but she never knew it would be in the half-dark draconian, half- human, brooding yet handsome king of Fanellia. Yes Mondrael was rash and easily angered at times, but he had a smooth way in the way he moved, he way he spoke, and everything else about him. Van, on the other hand, was hotly tempered, passionate, and spontaneous. The only thing that made him close to the word smooth was of his royal upbringing, and that too wasn't much.
But there was something in Van's eyes that told her otherwise. The intensity was still in them, the hot ruby eyes that she always desired to gaze into. They were the same shade alright, but she was hesitant. He belonged to Hitomi now and their love was the past. His soul was buried deep inside the other man's, like another layer of clothing. Sure he was attracted to her in many ways than one but the one that was needed was absent in him.
She'd known this that night when he spent the night in her chambers. As they slept side by side, they talked about their innermost thoughts. He'd told her that there was something missing in him. That being with Hitomi gave him part of that fulfillment but he still had an empty space and he came to the closest in finding it when he was with her. Of course he apologized for talking in circles and promptly fell asleep after that. But while she held him in his sleep, she contemplated on what he said. He was lost, that was a fact, but he was like a child deep inside. He was looking for security and warmth that would take care of him. And she knew she could help him but she didn't want him to lose the last REAL piece of constant and committed security he had. Hitomi.
"I want to help you. I just can't." she whispered and slowly withdrew her smooth hand from his cheek. Looking to her, he stopped her as she was about to walk away.
"Then help me." he whispered and took her hand back to it's former spot and reveled in it's smoothness. She gasped at his change in behavior and bit her lip.
"You should go to Hitomi. You were supposed to meet her today." she said and pulled back from him. Moving closer to her, he leaned over to her ear.
"She can wait." he whispered, lingering in their closeness. Shaking her head slowly, she moved away from him and walked away for a few feet.
"No she can't. Go now." she insisted. He moved to her again.
"Inhestia please..." he pleaded but she drew the force field around herself. It rose and she flew off in a breakneck speed. This wasn't going good at all. And soon the prophecy would be set into motion. But for her friends' sakes, they wouldn't be unscathed from it.
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Hitomi sat on the floor in her room. The food was getting cold and she had been waiting for an hour. She'd even made her dishes boiling hot so they could maybe talk before they dined. The sun was starting to set and angry pinks and yellows streaked in the air, refusing to die down to the blues and black of the night. Her dress was starting to get wrinkled and she sighed. "If Van doesn't get here in five minutes, I'll be having skewered king on the side." she groaned as she sighed.
On that instant, the door slowly creaked open and the king sauntered in. He wore an angered look on his face as he sat down to the front of her. No apologies were given for his tardiness and he just sat and dazed off. This was noticeably a bad time but she tried to lighten the mood.
"Celena seems to be doing better now. She's been walking around and she looks better than before." she commented and pulled the lids off of the food.
Not even looking towards her, he said bluntly, "That's good." Frowning at his uninterested response, she looked to her room temperature, but delicious looking food and smiled at the memory of her struggling to cook.
"I cooked the dinner especially for you. It took me all day to prepare it. I hope you like it." she said as she passed him a plate filled with aromatic foods. He gave a heavy and irritated sigh and looked to her. His eyes looked different to her. It was like during the war when they first met. In the depths of those eyes, it gave a mirror to his emotions. Secretive and broody, he just wanted to be left alone.
"Hitomi, I just don't feel like doing this today, maybe some other time alright?" he said, more than asked. She looked down and frowned.
"It's okay, you can go. Maybe next time." she said and he stood up and walked out silently. He didn't even look back, nor give and hint of an apology. Quietly, she packed up her food and decided to give it out to Celena and the healers. With all of their work on healing all of the sick and dying of Fanellia from the sudden snow shock, they probably hadn't had any good food for days.
Picking up the food, she slowly walked out of the room, accidentally bumping into the side table as she left. Too busy with the large load in her hands, she continued on and down the hall. The tarot cards fell and magically landed in a pattern. Hermit, Devil, Lovers, Moon, Sun, Tower, Ace of Serpents...
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In the cemetery, she kneeled down at her lover's grave. They were to be married and to have children together in a happy family. Warm tears fell down her cheeks as she choked on her sobs. It had been a long time since she had ever smiled, ever laughed, or ever played with the palace children.
The wind was cold and bit at her pale skin. She was used to it, everything was cold. Why was it so cold? Why doesn't everything hurt so much? Why is it that life seeks to squash another life? She would always think these things as she hugged herself in her sleep. His warmth would always comfort her when she needed it and now she didn't have him.
Her heart had refused to acknowledge anything anymore. She was paler that usual and she looked worn out from all of the crying, like a wrung out towel. Straw-like and thin hair laid clumped and matted to her hair, only combed with her long and stick-like fingers.
"Gaddes, I miss you." she whispered sadly.
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Inhestia laid on her red settee, her arms folded under her smooth chin the sofa's solitary arm. She was engaged in her thoughts. Everything was going wrong. Her people would be wanting her ruling back in Garolesh. All she would be was an oracle to lock into a closet and ask if it would be a good time to forge today. Her mind was racing to other things as well.
Like Van, for instance. He does seem to have a deep attraction for her but she was promised to Arnin. And he is to be with Hitomi. And that was that. But something in her mind said otherwise. She was the Keeper of the Moons and Sun for crying out loud. She could make mountains bend to her knees. Stars would fall from the skies at her request. She was a living goddess yet she wasn't strong enough to revive her love Arnin yet.
She missed him with a passion. Even thought they hadn't been around each other for very long, he was her other half. She felt power rise in her when he was at her side on the precipice. He was handsome and wise beyond comprehension. Everything about him dazzled her and made her feel free and like a child again. Yet, she still had her feelings for Mondrael. And the prophecy declared for her union with Mondrael. And to do that, she had to make that union with Van.
It wasn't something she wanted to do either. She'd rather that her first time is with Arnin, her soul mate, but the prophecy ordered that she give herself to Mondrael before anyone else. But she didn't want to hurt Hitomi. She knew her fate since day one and it wasn't a good fate indeed. And it was one that would be tied up in betrayal and agony. And Celena, she would be the happier one. Finding a lasting happiness to her final days, but after trial and sacrifice.
"Empress Inhestia? King Van of Fanellia has come here to see you." said the guard from the outside of her chambers. Sighing, she leaned into the arm of the settee.
"Let him in." she said. His tall and sensual form walked in casually. He seemed unsure of coming to her chambers so late and she knew what he was after. Frowning at the knowing of it, she buried her face in her arms. "What do you ask for at such a late hour?" she asked uninterestedly.
He stood in front of her and let his eyes scan her voluptuous body. She let him look as he pleased and looked to the wall ahead of her. "I wanted to apologize about what I said earlier." he said politely. Smirking, she sat up and looked to her with a knowing look.
"Don't play with me Van. I know what you want." she said and stood up. As she walked up to him, he stuttered and blushed. 'This is for the salvation of our universe.' she thought as she hugged him. Raising herself to his lips, she gave him a sensuous kiss. Pulling away with an effort, he looked to her in surprise.
"What are you doing Inhestia?" he asked. No blush was evident anymore but he did seem nervous. She shushed him and spread kisses up and down his neck.
"Fulfilling the prophecy, and protecting Gaea as well." she murmured in his ear. Attending focus back to his lips, she kissed them with such a force and desire that it was almost bruising. Taking his hands, she placed them on her hips. All the while, she felt like a whore whilst doing this but she wanted to get it over with before Arnin was resurrected. Her fingers were engrossed in the ties of his shirt and as it came loose, she pulled it over his head.
Their kisses became brutal and he moved all around her neck and bare shoulders. He untied her dress slowly, following her example and let his body take over. The desire between them was high and heated. "Mondrael. Take me." she pleaded in a sultry moan. The violet gown she wore started to lower on her, letting her large and creamy breasts to emerge. He sucked in a breath and gazed at the newly revealed flesh. She was embarrassed at her nakedness but she wanted to get this done and never have it happen again.
The soft silk of her sheets and the hard tones of his body were a comforting contrast. A temporary flash of black crossed her eyes as his hair covered her sight. The rest of her beautiful violet dress was shed from her perfect skin and thrown to the floor by the bed. His warm red shirt was next, as it landed on top of it. Her undergarments were next and as his fingers skimmed her thighs, she shivered and gasped scared.
"Are you okay 'Hes?" he asked as he paused and looked to her in worry. She avoided his gaze and looked to the side. "Perfectly fine." she whispered unhappily. He continued her undressing and she looked to the ceiling. 'Don't see me now Arnin. Not when I'm reduced to the whore of the prophecy.' she thought, a tear trickling down her cheek.
And he took her. The prophecy began. And the cards sneered evilly in Hitomi's room as she slept innocently and peacefully.
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A/N: I know that I said that this is a Van and Hitomi fic but I have to say that with love come trials. And this is one of them. So, I hope you like this chapter and I hope you won't be too pissed off at me from the ending. There is to be more good parts so this isn't going to stay the same. And this chapter is chock full of hidden messages so you'll have to dig deep and be analytical to see and understand them. Well, I'm working on the FOURTEENTH chapter now! But I need a hell lotta reviews! And I know that I pissed a lot of people off from my lil yelling spree. So they probably left but no biggie. I will still post fro you faithfuls. Well, gotta go! Bye!
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Chapter XIII: Pyres and Dragons
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The day was muggy and hot. Van stretched in his seat and yawned. He was almost done with his remaining few of contracts and he could go and spend some time with Inhestia. The cheery woman was probably out waiting for him to finish in the temple. Picking up a small letter sized paper, he groaned in annoyance from the reminder. He was supposed to spend time with Hitomi today. She was complaining how he wasn't spending as much time with her as he used to. All of the time seemed to just fly by and he was always pulled on by Inhestia.
"Gods it's too damn hot! Two days ago it was snowing like crazy!" he complained as he moved out of his chair and to the door.
"Master Van! You still have some work to do. It would be wise to finish it before fun." said one of his advisors. Shrugging him off, walked out the door.
"He's never walked out on us not angry before." said the advisor to the others.
Taking his horse, he rode off to the chapel find his companion. Sure enough, she was sitting on a chair in front of an easel. Her paints had masterfully blended and weaved in and out to make a replica of the scenery before her. Looking up from her masterpiece, she jumped out of her chair and ran happily to Van's horse.
"Hey Van! It's too hot here! Lets go to the lake or something." she said with a gleeful smile. Pulling of the long gray robe, she revealed a plain yet beautiful violet robe. Her hair was bunched up in a high ponytail and traced to her rear.
"Sure. I was about to ask you myself. Hop on." he said as he gestured to the front of him. She pulled herself up in front of him, which was easy considering that Fanellian style saddles were made long enough for two people to fit. Giggling that her skirt was hiked up to her knees, they rode off in a good and steady pace. The cool trees flashed past them as the horse made a frantic dash for the cool and cleansing lake.
As soon as it came into view, the horse stopped steadily. The king jumped off and helped the woman in front of him as well. The place was a cool and small oasis from the burning sun and the large crystal lake was the centerpiece of it all. Sitting on the side of the lake and letting their feet be soothed by the cool water, they talked.
"Ronin, the second priest in command, say I need to go back soon." she said sadly, her eyes downcast. Van blinked in surprise and looked to her worriedly.
"Go where?" he asked.
"To Draygos. That's the first spot we are supposed to stay. Then we are to make it to our capital of Garolesh called Nimhart. I'm supposed to take up my duties as empress of the Cellonians." she said in a sniff. He shifted uneasily.
"Why? When are you leaving?"
"Because Arnin is dead and I don't have the powers yet to revive him, I must take the place as leader to my people. And I must take a husband. We are to leave in three weeks." she said sadly. In the core of her chest, she felt a deep sorrow that nobody could be able to comprehend. Everything was falling apart for her and she would soon be sent to her loveless prison.
"Is there anyway that you could stay for a little longer?" he asked sadly. She shook her head and stood up slowly.
"Thanks for the ride Van. Bye." she said and was about to turn her bubble on but he hugged her. Looking down, she bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears. "With all of the powers I have, I can't keep myself from crying." she muttered in a shaky voice.
He just held her and stroked her long black locks. "It's okay to cry 'Hes. Let it go." he said. She buried her face into his neck and released saline tears. Shaking from the sobs, she remembered a time long ago when she was told that same line.
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"Lady Inhestia? What are you doing out in a dark place like this?" he asked. In the dark recess of the imperial garden, she sat on the bare ground, shivering with held in tears. He knelt in front of her and smiled. Pulling back a few strands of messy hair, he traced her face with his finger. "My love? What's the matter?" he asked with a smile.
Looking up to him with a look of shattered hope, she sniffled. "Father has finalized my betrothal to Arnin of the Cathedral of Holy. He won't change his mind and we might be found out." she whispered sadly. He frowned and looked to her lap.
They had been sneaking off together in the darkness of the gardens. She had never given herself to him in body but her heart always had him in it. Being an imperial archer, he was always set to patrol the castle. Since the first time they saw each other, it was love. His silver bangs flooded into his eyes' view of her.
"I'll always love you Inhestia. And I'll always protect you as well." he said and hugged her. Giving her a passionate kiss, he nodded, his red eyes full of sincerity. "It's okay to cry ciñasteñia. Let it go." he said and stroked her hair as she cried.
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She jumped and forced herself out of his embrace. Looking to him with claret eyes in searching, she put two and two together. "Mondrael? Is that you?" she asked and touched his cheek. All Van did was stand there and gaze back at her. "But you were of pure Cellonian blood. Is it really you?" she asked again.
Of course, she remembered that he too would be resurrected as she did herself but she never knew it would be in the half-dark draconian, half- human, brooding yet handsome king of Fanellia. Yes Mondrael was rash and easily angered at times, but he had a smooth way in the way he moved, he way he spoke, and everything else about him. Van, on the other hand, was hotly tempered, passionate, and spontaneous. The only thing that made him close to the word smooth was of his royal upbringing, and that too wasn't much.
But there was something in Van's eyes that told her otherwise. The intensity was still in them, the hot ruby eyes that she always desired to gaze into. They were the same shade alright, but she was hesitant. He belonged to Hitomi now and their love was the past. His soul was buried deep inside the other man's, like another layer of clothing. Sure he was attracted to her in many ways than one but the one that was needed was absent in him.
She'd known this that night when he spent the night in her chambers. As they slept side by side, they talked about their innermost thoughts. He'd told her that there was something missing in him. That being with Hitomi gave him part of that fulfillment but he still had an empty space and he came to the closest in finding it when he was with her. Of course he apologized for talking in circles and promptly fell asleep after that. But while she held him in his sleep, she contemplated on what he said. He was lost, that was a fact, but he was like a child deep inside. He was looking for security and warmth that would take care of him. And she knew she could help him but she didn't want him to lose the last REAL piece of constant and committed security he had. Hitomi.
"I want to help you. I just can't." she whispered and slowly withdrew her smooth hand from his cheek. Looking to her, he stopped her as she was about to walk away.
"Then help me." he whispered and took her hand back to it's former spot and reveled in it's smoothness. She gasped at his change in behavior and bit her lip.
"You should go to Hitomi. You were supposed to meet her today." she said and pulled back from him. Moving closer to her, he leaned over to her ear.
"She can wait." he whispered, lingering in their closeness. Shaking her head slowly, she moved away from him and walked away for a few feet.
"No she can't. Go now." she insisted. He moved to her again.
"Inhestia please..." he pleaded but she drew the force field around herself. It rose and she flew off in a breakneck speed. This wasn't going good at all. And soon the prophecy would be set into motion. But for her friends' sakes, they wouldn't be unscathed from it.
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Hitomi sat on the floor in her room. The food was getting cold and she had been waiting for an hour. She'd even made her dishes boiling hot so they could maybe talk before they dined. The sun was starting to set and angry pinks and yellows streaked in the air, refusing to die down to the blues and black of the night. Her dress was starting to get wrinkled and she sighed. "If Van doesn't get here in five minutes, I'll be having skewered king on the side." she groaned as she sighed.
On that instant, the door slowly creaked open and the king sauntered in. He wore an angered look on his face as he sat down to the front of her. No apologies were given for his tardiness and he just sat and dazed off. This was noticeably a bad time but she tried to lighten the mood.
"Celena seems to be doing better now. She's been walking around and she looks better than before." she commented and pulled the lids off of the food.
Not even looking towards her, he said bluntly, "That's good." Frowning at his uninterested response, she looked to her room temperature, but delicious looking food and smiled at the memory of her struggling to cook.
"I cooked the dinner especially for you. It took me all day to prepare it. I hope you like it." she said as she passed him a plate filled with aromatic foods. He gave a heavy and irritated sigh and looked to her. His eyes looked different to her. It was like during the war when they first met. In the depths of those eyes, it gave a mirror to his emotions. Secretive and broody, he just wanted to be left alone.
"Hitomi, I just don't feel like doing this today, maybe some other time alright?" he said, more than asked. She looked down and frowned.
"It's okay, you can go. Maybe next time." she said and he stood up and walked out silently. He didn't even look back, nor give and hint of an apology. Quietly, she packed up her food and decided to give it out to Celena and the healers. With all of their work on healing all of the sick and dying of Fanellia from the sudden snow shock, they probably hadn't had any good food for days.
Picking up the food, she slowly walked out of the room, accidentally bumping into the side table as she left. Too busy with the large load in her hands, she continued on and down the hall. The tarot cards fell and magically landed in a pattern. Hermit, Devil, Lovers, Moon, Sun, Tower, Ace of Serpents...
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In the cemetery, she kneeled down at her lover's grave. They were to be married and to have children together in a happy family. Warm tears fell down her cheeks as she choked on her sobs. It had been a long time since she had ever smiled, ever laughed, or ever played with the palace children.
The wind was cold and bit at her pale skin. She was used to it, everything was cold. Why was it so cold? Why doesn't everything hurt so much? Why is it that life seeks to squash another life? She would always think these things as she hugged herself in her sleep. His warmth would always comfort her when she needed it and now she didn't have him.
Her heart had refused to acknowledge anything anymore. She was paler that usual and she looked worn out from all of the crying, like a wrung out towel. Straw-like and thin hair laid clumped and matted to her hair, only combed with her long and stick-like fingers.
"Gaddes, I miss you." she whispered sadly.
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Inhestia laid on her red settee, her arms folded under her smooth chin the sofa's solitary arm. She was engaged in her thoughts. Everything was going wrong. Her people would be wanting her ruling back in Garolesh. All she would be was an oracle to lock into a closet and ask if it would be a good time to forge today. Her mind was racing to other things as well.
Like Van, for instance. He does seem to have a deep attraction for her but she was promised to Arnin. And he is to be with Hitomi. And that was that. But something in her mind said otherwise. She was the Keeper of the Moons and Sun for crying out loud. She could make mountains bend to her knees. Stars would fall from the skies at her request. She was a living goddess yet she wasn't strong enough to revive her love Arnin yet.
She missed him with a passion. Even thought they hadn't been around each other for very long, he was her other half. She felt power rise in her when he was at her side on the precipice. He was handsome and wise beyond comprehension. Everything about him dazzled her and made her feel free and like a child again. Yet, she still had her feelings for Mondrael. And the prophecy declared for her union with Mondrael. And to do that, she had to make that union with Van.
It wasn't something she wanted to do either. She'd rather that her first time is with Arnin, her soul mate, but the prophecy ordered that she give herself to Mondrael before anyone else. But she didn't want to hurt Hitomi. She knew her fate since day one and it wasn't a good fate indeed. And it was one that would be tied up in betrayal and agony. And Celena, she would be the happier one. Finding a lasting happiness to her final days, but after trial and sacrifice.
"Empress Inhestia? King Van of Fanellia has come here to see you." said the guard from the outside of her chambers. Sighing, she leaned into the arm of the settee.
"Let him in." she said. His tall and sensual form walked in casually. He seemed unsure of coming to her chambers so late and she knew what he was after. Frowning at the knowing of it, she buried her face in her arms. "What do you ask for at such a late hour?" she asked uninterestedly.
He stood in front of her and let his eyes scan her voluptuous body. She let him look as he pleased and looked to the wall ahead of her. "I wanted to apologize about what I said earlier." he said politely. Smirking, she sat up and looked to her with a knowing look.
"Don't play with me Van. I know what you want." she said and stood up. As she walked up to him, he stuttered and blushed. 'This is for the salvation of our universe.' she thought as she hugged him. Raising herself to his lips, she gave him a sensuous kiss. Pulling away with an effort, he looked to her in surprise.
"What are you doing Inhestia?" he asked. No blush was evident anymore but he did seem nervous. She shushed him and spread kisses up and down his neck.
"Fulfilling the prophecy, and protecting Gaea as well." she murmured in his ear. Attending focus back to his lips, she kissed them with such a force and desire that it was almost bruising. Taking his hands, she placed them on her hips. All the while, she felt like a whore whilst doing this but she wanted to get it over with before Arnin was resurrected. Her fingers were engrossed in the ties of his shirt and as it came loose, she pulled it over his head.
Their kisses became brutal and he moved all around her neck and bare shoulders. He untied her dress slowly, following her example and let his body take over. The desire between them was high and heated. "Mondrael. Take me." she pleaded in a sultry moan. The violet gown she wore started to lower on her, letting her large and creamy breasts to emerge. He sucked in a breath and gazed at the newly revealed flesh. She was embarrassed at her nakedness but she wanted to get this done and never have it happen again.
The soft silk of her sheets and the hard tones of his body were a comforting contrast. A temporary flash of black crossed her eyes as his hair covered her sight. The rest of her beautiful violet dress was shed from her perfect skin and thrown to the floor by the bed. His warm red shirt was next, as it landed on top of it. Her undergarments were next and as his fingers skimmed her thighs, she shivered and gasped scared.
"Are you okay 'Hes?" he asked as he paused and looked to her in worry. She avoided his gaze and looked to the side. "Perfectly fine." she whispered unhappily. He continued her undressing and she looked to the ceiling. 'Don't see me now Arnin. Not when I'm reduced to the whore of the prophecy.' she thought, a tear trickling down her cheek.
And he took her. The prophecy began. And the cards sneered evilly in Hitomi's room as she slept innocently and peacefully.
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A/N: I know that I said that this is a Van and Hitomi fic but I have to say that with love come trials. And this is one of them. So, I hope you like this chapter and I hope you won't be too pissed off at me from the ending. There is to be more good parts so this isn't going to stay the same. And this chapter is chock full of hidden messages so you'll have to dig deep and be analytical to see and understand them. Well, I'm working on the FOURTEENTH chapter now! But I need a hell lotta reviews! And I know that I pissed a lot of people off from my lil yelling spree. So they probably left but no biggie. I will still post fro you faithfuls. Well, gotta go! Bye!
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