Hi again! This chapter is a mixture, really, of an epilogue to "The Mystical Warriors"

and a prologue to the next book in our saga, "The Armors United." I hope this inspires

you to read the next book of our epic! And I know its silly and everything to say this,

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*Epilogue -A Week After Serena's Battle With Beryl *

In a city not so far away from the one the Mystical Warriors lived in, night ruled the sky.

The stars and moon shone down on a house in the middle of the woods, the occupants fast

asleep. Just finishing up a long battle, 5 boys, a young woman, and a large, white tiger

slumbered peacefully as the night continued. Well, not quite so peacefully. As they slept,

the five young warriors were haunted by dreams of a time and place that would be coming

upon them in the not so distant future . . .

***

As Cye slept in the room that he shared with Kento, he tossed in his bed slightly, the bed

sheet wrapping around his body, his comforter thrown off the bed. He was in the middle of

a dream that would reveal to him the future, but answer no questions.

In his dream, he ran along the ocean's shore in the middle of the night, trying to reach the

small beacon of light that called to him. He didn't know what it was exactly, but he was

going to find out. He ran until he was breathless, but still, he couldn't reach the light.

He slowed to a stop and his body slumped over with exhaustion, falling to his knees. "Come

to me, Cye of the Torrent. Find me," a voice called. Cye's head snapped up and he looked

around his surroundings. "How can I find you if I can't reach you?" he yelled, frustrated.

"Now, now. There's no need to get angry. You've found me." Cye looked straight ahead of

him and his breath caught in his throat. Although he couldn't see her clearly, the young

woman who stood in front of him he knew to be beautiful. "Who-who are you?" he asked

breathlessly. She stood with her back to him, wearing a long gown that blew in the wind.

He squinted to identify the color and when the light of the moon hit it, he found it to be

a pale orange color. Her long hair whipped around her as the wind continued to blow and

when she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, her face was masked by shadows,

but from those shadows, he could see one sparkling azure eye with startling clarity. "You

don't need to know that," she answered.

"Why not?" he questioned.

"You will find out in time."

"Then why are you in my dreams?"

"Because I wanted to see you."

"Why did you want to see me?" Cye asked. He was getting annoyed with the mysterious

answers.

"Why wouldn't I want to see my true love?"

"Wait, what did you say?" Cye asked, a little confused. He was her true love?

"You heard what I said."

"Then who are you?"

"I'm not a person."

"Then what are you?"

"I'm my princess' sub-consciousness. She doesn't know that you exist. . ."

"But then why . . ."

"For the moment she doesn't. She will find out with time. And so will you. She may not

know you exist, but I do and I had to see you. It's been so long . . . " The young

woman's voice filled with sorrow and Cye became concerned. "Been so long since what?" he

asked. He could hear the smile in her voice as she answered his question. "We were lovers

in the past. During the Silver Millennium."

"The what?" Cye asked. What the heck was the Silver Millennium?

It was a period of time when the moon ruled the Solar System and . . . Oh, my. I've told you too much." The woman turned around and walked over to him. For the first time, Cye

saw how beautiful she really was. She was the epitome of beautiful. There were no words

to describe her.

Shakily, Cye raised a hand, feeling daring, and cupped her cheek, caressing the skin of her

face with his thumb. She leaned into his touch, letting out a small moan, before pulling

away from his hand. Without warning, she gave him a quick, but passionate, kiss. Cye

barely had time to respond before she pulled away. Taking a step back, she began to fade.

"We will meet again, Cye of the Torrent." She disappeared right in front of his face,

leaving Cye gaping like an idiot. He stood there on the beach in his dream alone before he

woke up, shooting up into a sitting position.

His eyes darted around the room before resting on Kento's bed across the room. He wasn't in

his bed, but it looked like it had just been slept in. He probably went to go get a

midnight snack, Cye thought sleepily, his dream slowly being forgotten. All he could

remember was that the girl in his dream was beyond beautiful. Turning on his light, he

pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, setting them down on his bedside table, and wrote

down what he remembered from his dream, which wasn't much. Most of what he wrote consisted

of what she looked like.

Reading over what he wrote, he sighed. He put the paper in the drawer by his bed and turned

off the light, swearing that the next time he had that dream he would write more about it.

Shaking his head, he settled back into bed and quickly fell asleep.

***

Cye wasn't the only one who had a strange dream. Not moments before, Kento had been

dreaming as well. But instead of searching around a shore, Kento was in a forest. And he

wasn't looking for a light. He was just walking through the forest in the dead of the

night, trying to figure out why he was even there in the first place, with only the moon to

illuminate his path.

Figuring he was lost in the forest, Kento came to a large clearing and leaned against one of

the trees that formed the perimeter. Taking a deep breath, he called out, "Anyone out

there?" Getting no response, he looked around the trees with a calculating glare, trying to

find some signs of life besides the trees and plants around him. "Hello there," a female

voice purred. Kento pushed himself off the tree he was leaning on and assumed a defensive

fighting position. "Who's there?" he asked, his gaze settling on the figure that the voice

came from.

He could only see the outline of her body, but she looked to be tall, almost as tall as his

5'10", with a gorgeous body. His eyes widened in appreciation for a brief moment before

narrowing in suspicion. He'd been played over for a fool one too many times in the last

year or so for him to believe that it wasn't a trick. As if she had read his mind, she

said, "Don't be suspicious, Kento of Hardrock. I'm not here to hurt you." Becoming even

more suspicious at the knowledge that she knew his name and that he was a Ronin Warrior, he

said, "Who are you?" She giggled slightly before disappearing.

Kento relaxed his body, confusion taking over his face, before he felt a warm breath tickle

his ear and heard, "Your greatest fantasy." Kento jumped to the side slightly and turned to

come face to face with the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. His breath caught in

his throat as he studied the goddess in front of him. She had long hair that ended about

mid-back, from what he could tell, and she was practically as tall as he was. "That doesn't

answer my question," Kento said in a shaky voice.

The girl advanced towards him slowly, causing Kento to back up with each step she took

towards him until he felt his back hit a tree and he knew he couldn't go any farther. But

that didn't stop her from coming closer. She stopped walking when their toes were touching

and then proceeded to walk her fingers up his chest. "Well, what do you want me to say?"

she asked coyly, her fingers reaching his collarbone. "Do you want me to say that I'm the

sub-conscious of your past lover?"

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me if I told you that."

"No, but I might believe you if you explained what you meant," Kento said in a shaky voice

as her fingers traced invisible patterns on his cheek, causing him to shiver.

"Do you really want me to explain?" she asked.

"Yeah, um, I-I guess so."

"Well, a thousand years, there was something called the Silver Millennium. I was a part of

it, well, at least my body was, and so were you. We were secret lovers. No one knew. It

was just us. And we were good together. Like we would be now."

"Are you alive now?" Kento asked, nervously.

"Yes, but she doesn't know you're alive."

"Who's 'she'?"

"She's the person I belong to. When you two meet . . . " She paused to let out a small

moan then leaned in to whisper in his ear again. "The chemistry between you two will be

explosive." She nipped his ear lightly before pulling away and facing him again.

"We'll meet?" Kento asked.

"Yes."

"When?" Kento wanted to know. If the real person looked anything like this girl did, he

would be a goner.

"I can't tell you. That's for me to know and you to find out."

"Are you always this . . . this . . ."

"Mysterious?" she supplied, "Yes, I am. I'd like to think it's part of my charm." She

paused to just look at him and shook her head regretfully. "It's time for me to go. I'll

see you again someday." She started to push away from him, but stopped. "But, before I

do. . ." she said before kissing him. Kento, although shocked at first, kissed her back

whole-heartedly. He tangled his fingers in her hair as the two of them kissed and was

shocked and disappointed when she pulled away suddenly. "Sorry," she stated, "I just had to

taste you again. It's been so long. . . I will see you in the future. You can bet on it." She

took a few steps away from him before fading into the darkness. Kento just stood there,

shocked, as the world around him faded and he drifted back into consciousness.

In the real world, Kento opened his eyes and sat up in bed. He turned his head to see Cye

still sleeping in his bed across the room. Kento smiled at his sleeping friend and slowly,

raised his hand to touch his lips, which were still tingling. Although the dream hadn't

been real, it felt as though it had and Kento could still feel her lips on his, whoever she

was. All he knew was, as the dream faded from memory, he would never forget her and he

could never be with anyone else but her. His fingers still at his lips, he shook his head

and laughed when his stomach growled. Well, I guess it's time for a midnight snack.

Moving quietly, so as not to wake Cye, Kento made his way down to the kitchen.

***

In another part of the house, yet another member of the Ronin Warriors dreamt. Rowen of the

Strata shivered in his sleep. Although it wasn't cold in the house, it was cold in his

dream. In his dream, he was wandering through a cave formed out of ice. He wasn't

physically cold, but the thought of so much ice made him shiver involuntarily.

As he wandered the cave, his feet hitting the frozen floor, he wondered why he didn't slip

and skid on the ice underfoot. He should be moving at a slow pace, trying to maintain his

balance, but as he walked his normal pace, not once did he slip or lose his balance.

Certain that he wasn't going to fall, Rowen raised his head to look around the cave and

gasped as he did. The cave was stunningly beautiful. The walls of the cave seemed to shine

with an inner light and it made the ice that had formed the wall shine and shimmer. As he

walked on, Rowen could see ripples of light move across the ice, creating an effect that was

almost dizzying. His mouth had long ago dropped open with awe and wonderment at cave and

although he wasn't cold, Rowen could see his breath in front of his face as the warm air of

his breath met the cold air of the cave and condensed.

Rowen followed the natural path that the cave laid out for him, he didn't find any forks in

the road, and was surprised when the cave's opening appeared in front of him. He found that

he was breathless as his gaze rested on the night sky, a black expanse alight with millions

of twinkling stars, each one calling out to Rowen with its unique call. He stepped out of

the cave and closed his eyes, allowing each of the stars' calls to reach his ears and fill

his senses. He must have stood there for what seemed like hours, listening to the stars,

before he opened his eyes. And when he did, he received quite a shock.

Standing in front of him, at the edge of a cliff, was a young woman wearing a long, pale

blue dress. He was looking at her from an angle as she stared out into the night sky. "I

was wondering when you were going to realize I was here," she said in a gentle, yet mocking

voice.

"How did you know I was here?" Rowen asked, blown away by the ethereal beauty of the woman

standing in front of him. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and Rowen noticed that

her slightly-shorter-than-shoulder-length hair was a slightly lighter blue, if not the same

color, than his. But, however beautiful she may be, she still hadn't answered his question

and when he opened his mouth to speak, she turned to look at him. Rowen abruptly closed his

mouth, his eyes wide with awe and reverence. She was more beautiful than he originally

thought. "Who-who are you?" he asked.

"I'm someone you will meet in the near future."

"How near?"

"Near enough," she said mysteriously. Rowen's brow furrowed in confusion, but he let the

ambiguous remark slide. "Why are you here? Doesn't the cold bother you?" he asked.

"The cold doesn't bother me. I'm used to it. Besides, the night sky is so lovely up here."

"Yes, it is." The girl giggled and said, "You always loved the night sky with all the

stars."

"Wha..?"

"Yes, I remember we used to sit outside together and name all the constellations we could,

which were many."

"Wait, I've never met you before."

"Oh, you have. You just don't know it."

"What do you mean?" The girl sighed with annoyance. "You don't remember, do you?"

"Remember what?" Rowen asked.

"The Silver Millennium and the Moon Kingdom."

"No, I don't. Why don't you tell me?"

"I can't."

"Why not."

"Because if you don't know on your own, then I can't be the one to tell you, so please,

don't ask me to tell you."

"Alright, I won't."

"Thank you," she said before walking towards him. As she approached him, he saw how much

shorter she was than him. He was a good 6 inches taller than her, at least, which would

make her about 5'5" or so to his 5'11". She looked up at him and touched his cheek with her

fingers, the look on her face almost as if she was remembering. She smiled and said,

"You're still as gorgeous as ever."

As she looked at him, Rowen got the sense that although he didn't know who the beauty

standing in front of him was, she sure knew who he was and whatever they had in what she

called "the Silver Millennium", it was something special to her. So, Rowen let her touch

him and stayed content to just look at her. He had to admit that he was more than slightly

attracted to her. He could picture himself falling madly in love with the girl standing in

front of him. As he stared at her, a thought occurred to him and he had to ask her, "What's

your name?"

"That, I cannot tell you," she said, her voice as crisp as the air surrounding them.

"Why not?"

"I just can't."

"That's not an answer."

"Well, it'll have to be good enough for you. For the moment anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"You will meet me. I can guarantee that much."

"Well, if you say so," Rowen said with a slight edge to his voice. While his tone meant to

hurt, she laughed slightly. "And you still have that attitude of yours. Good. Keep it.

It always made life interesting. And, as much as I love looking at you, I'm afraid I have

to go."

"Go? What do you mean 'go'?"

"It's time for this meeting to end. And so, I leave you with a promise for the future and

this parting gift." Standing on her toes, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. The

simplicity of the kiss made Rowen shiver with the depth of emotion he felt for the girl in

front of him, though he had just met her minutes before. The kiss was over as soon as it

had begun and she backed away from him. "Remember, I always have and always will love you,

Rowen of the Strata." With that, she faded from view, leaving Rowen alone with the night

sky and the stars that adorned it. Rowen looked at the spot the girl had just occupied for

several moments before closing his eyes and letting the world fade around him.

Rowen woke up with a start and shivered a little, the feelings and emotions from the dream

not completely wiped from his memory. Though he didn't doubt that he would remember the

dream for some time. Rolling over on his side, he looked at the clock on his bedside table.

It was 2:37 in the morning. He took one envious look at Sage, who was sleeping peacefully

in the other bed, and groaned before rolling back over and pulling the covers over his body.

As he got comfortable, he started to drift off to sleep, his thoughts still on the girl he

met in his dreams, a girl he would never forget.

***

Sage, needless to say, was not sleeping as peaceful as Rowen thought. Sage had an uncanny

ability to appear calm externally, even in his sleep, while be not so calm inside. And

right now, he was displaying that ability. He, too, was dreaming of a girl that he would

meet in the somewhat near future, but he didn't know that yet.

In the beginning of his dream, he was wandering through a cave that was much like the one

where his armor originated. As he wandered through the cave, he remarked on the absence of

light, which made sense because he was in a cave, except for one spot. From where Sage was

standing, he could see a spot in the huge cave where light was shining on a wall. Figuring

there was a side cavern, he slowly made his way over to the small cavern, carefully trying

to avoid the stalagmites that littered the ground of the cave.

As he neared the small cavern, he noticed two things. One was that the closer he got, the

brighter the light got and the other thing was that it got warmer the closer he got. He

approached the entrance to the cavern and peered inside. Inside the cavern was a large fire

that burned so high it hit the ceiling. Sage stood gaping at the size of the fire and

against his better judgment, he entered the cavern. He circled the fire for reasons unknown

to him, maybe looking for a reason for the fire, and stopped suddenly when his eye caught

something up in the fire.

Up towards the ceiling in the center of the fire, something black caught his eye. He moved

around to the other side of the fire to get a better look at what it was and gasped when his

eyes focused on the face of a young woman who was floating in the fire. His gasp echoed

throughout the cavern and the young woman looked down and opened her eyes to reveal a pair

of startling violet eyes staring right into Sage's own lavender eyes. As her eyes fixed on

him, they lit up with excitement and joy. She came gently down into the center of the fire

and stepped out. To Sage's surprise, her skin was free of burns and unhurt. As he wondered

how that could be, she approached him with a smile on her face. "I've been waiting for you

to come. Where have you been?" she asked. Sage looked down at her, she was a good deal

shorter than his height of 6'0", at least 5 inches shorter.

"You were . . . expecting me? Who are you?" he asked as her face fell, obviously from

disappointment.

"Oh, so you don't remember. And here I was thinking that you did."

"What don't I remember?" Sage inquired, wondering at why his not remembering something had disappointed her. If it was remembering her, he could have pegged himself as an idiot

because one did not forget someone as beautiful as the girl that stood in front of him.

The girl continued on as if Sage had never spoken.

"Of course, how foolish of me to expect you to remember something that the princess doesn't

even remember."

"The princess?" Sage said.

"Yes, the person that I belong to. You see I'm not a real person. I'm only the

sub-conscious of a princess who was once in love with you."

"Do you look anything like the real person?" Sage asked; he just had to know. The girl

shook her head with laughter and answered, "There's the person I remember, always keeping an

eye out for pretty girls. To answer your question, however, I look exactly like the real

person." Sage then let loose a wide grin and responded with, "Good. Are you alive now and

will I meet you?"

"Yes, I'm alive now and you will meet me, though I can't say when. I'm not allowed to."

"Oh, why not?" Sage whined.

"Because, it would mess up the future. You're not supposed to know your own future, but you

will meet me. Be happy with that answer."

"I'll try," Sage resigned.

"That's good enough for me," the girl quipped.

"Can you at least tell me your name?"

"I can't do that either, so don't ask it again."

"Alright, but explain something to me. How do I know you and what am I supposed to

remember?"

"Well, to make a long story short, you were once part of something called the Silver

Millennium and you were in love with my princess and she loved you back. It was a secret

love affair because no one was supposed to know about it. And no one did."

"Wow, how long ago was this?"

"About a thousand years ago."

"I was alive a thousand years ago?"

"You and the other Ronin Warriors were. Your souls have been reincarnated so you could

protect the world in this time as is your love's."

"That's really intense," Sage said.

"Yes, I know that it's a lot of information to take in, but odds are you won't remember any

of this when you wake up."

"I'm dreaming?"

"You sure are and your time here is about to end. You're starting to wake up. But, before

you go, I'd like to give you something."

"Sure, what is it?" Sage asked innocently. She smirked at him and moved closer. "This,"

she said before rising on her toes and kissing him square on the lips. Sage's eyes widened

in surprise and shock before he began kissing her back. As they kissed, Sage could feel a

certain familiarity, like he had kissed her before and he was convinced that she was telling

the truth about them being involved in what she called the Silver Millennium.

When she pulled away unexpectedly, Sage was disappointed, thinking that the kiss had ended

too soon. Sage opened his eyes to see the girl looking up at him with a half-smile on her

face. "That was just a preview for what is to come, Sage of the Halo. Until we meet

again." She smiled at him even wider as she started to fade away. He swore he saw her wink

at him before she disappeared completely, but he wasn't sure if it were real or if it were a

figment of his imagination. As he looked around the cavern, he could feel the room get a

little colder and the fire die down a bit, as if the girl had an affect on the fire and now

that she was gone, the fire would slowly disappear. But Sage would never figure it out as

the cavern and fire faded and a bright white light took over his senses as the dream

disappeared.

In the real world, Sage jolted awake, his eyes adjusting to the lack of light in the room.

As he lay in his bed, he tried to concentrate on the dream that he just had, but the dream

was quickly fading from his memory. He struggled to remember, but the dream kept evading

him. After a while, he gave up and went back to sleep, his mind still trying to figure out

the dream, but it was hopeless. Although he tried hard to remember, but by the time he

drifted off to sleep, the dream was forgotten.

***

There was yet one more person who was dreaming in the same house. Ryo of the Wildfire was

also dreaming, but not of a past love, of a cousin. Ryo of the Wildfire was wandering

through the remains of an old castle. He moved through a large hallway and into a large

room, which probably was used as a ballroom. Natural light was shining on the floor of the

ballroom, coming from the ceiling and Ryo looked up, preparing to see the moon, and received

quite a shock when instead, he saw the Earth hovering in the sky.

He stood there, gaping at the sky like an idiot, until he was shaken out of his thoughts by

a voice. "It's lovely from here, isn't it?" Ryo jumped slightly, not prepared for the

female voice that had spoken to him. He turned his head, and later his body, to see a young

woman, perhaps about the same age as he was, descending a wide flight of stairs.

The young woman was beautiful, devastatingly so, but Ryo wasn't physically attracted to her,

though he did love her immediately. As he saw her, there was something about her that made

him instinctively love her, want to protect her from any harm, like a brother would for a

younger sister. Ryo knew that if he didn't feel this brotherly love for the young woman

(and if he weren't already in love with Mia), then he would be attracted to her slim figure,

her sparkling blue eyes, and her long blonde hair, which had been pulled in to a familiar

looking style that consisted of two "meatballs" with long, blonde pigtails streaming out of

them. "Excuse me?" Ryo said, shaking out his stupor.

"I said, it's lovely from up here," she murmured.

"What?" he asked, totally forgetting to what she was referring.

"The earth, you silly," she said jokingly, though the way she said "earth" conveyed a deep

longing for that planet, or something on it, at least.

"Yeah, I never knew it looked like that," Ryo said, letting his gaze flicker back to the

earth that sat up high in space. "Where are we?" Ryo asked.

"We're on the moon, my dear cousin," she replied, walking the rest of the distance between

them and standing next to him.

"The moon," he repeated slowly, as if he couldn't understand the fact that he was standing on the Earth's sole satellite.

"Exactly," she said pertly. She removed her eyes from the Earth and turned to look at Ryo,

though Ryo wasn't watching her; he was mesmerized by the Earth and the way it floated in

space, the way planets tended to. He'd seen pictures of the planets from space, but really

seeing it was mind-blowing. The pictures couldn't make him feel as breathless as he was;

the pictures couldn't overwhelm him with the realization of the size of the earth and the

sheer distance from him to his home. He had never felt so detached from life before; he had

never felt so small, so helpless, so insignificant.

He was so deep in his reverie that he had long forgotten the young woman's presence until

she made herself known again by throwing her arms around him and hugging him tightly in joy

and desperation, as if she was never going to see him again. His attentions now focused on

her, he could feel her body shake with light sobs and he wrapped his arms around her to

comfort her, which only made her cry harder. "What's wrong?" he whispered as his fingers

sifted through one pigtail of what felt like pure silk. With a voice choked by tears, she

managed to say, "I missed you."

"Who are you?" Ryo asked, his heart falling down to somewhere around his toes for not

remembering this girl when she obviously remembered him. Her body stiffened as she abruptly

stopped crying and pulled away, looking at him with a face full with shock and

disappointment. "You mean . . . you don't remember?" she asked, her voice small and meek.

"No, I'm sorry. I wish I did, but I don't. Could you tell me what you're talking about?"

"We're cousins. Or, we were. Back in the Silver Millennium, during the time of the Moon

Kingdom, we were cousins. You used to come visit me all the time on the moon, where I would

beg you to tell me stories of Earth, a place I longed to go and a place where my true love

came from. But, if you don't remember, I cannot tell you anymore than that for you are

supposed to gain your memories of this time back in your own time and from your own

experiences. I cannot be the one to tell you. And, if you don't remember, then there is no

point in your being here, Ryo of the Wildfire."

"How did you . . . ?"

"I know everything about you. I'm your cousin. It's my right," she said, answering his

question before he even finished asking it. As he stood there, overwhelmed by what she knew

of his other identity, she took a few steps back, putting distance between the two of them,

her blue eyes sparkling with sadness and regret. Then, she started to fade, her body

becoming less and less clear as the world around Ryo turned white. "We will meet again, my

dear cousin," the young woman said before fading completely as Ryo's world turned totally

white, bringing him back into a state of consciousness.

In the real world, back on Earth, Ryo's eyes shot open as he was shaken from his slumber by

a dream. To his left, he could hear the sounds of White Blaze, sleeping peacefully, purring

in his sleep. To his right, he could hear the sounds of crickets chirping in the bushes

coming in through his open window. He turned his head to look through his window and

his eyes caught the moon, shining full and bright in a sky that was littered with thousands

of sparkling stars, and he remembered the girl, his cousin, his family.

The thought of family brought tears to Ryo's eyes. His mother was dead and his father

had been missing for years, having gotten lost in the jungle in Africa. Ryo didn't know if

he was alive or dead, but he'd been without his father since he was 7 and now that he was

15, the thought of family was emotionally paralyzing. He knew that she would stay true

to her words, whoever she was, about meeting him again and when they met, he would

know the meaning of true family. A smile forming on his face, he closed his eyes and

fell back asleep.

***

All five warriors dreamed of a beautiful girl, each one different. Each girl held promises

for the future, but they would never be remembered. Over time, the dream would fade

and become a distant memory, eventually being completely forgotten. When the warriors

would meet the girls from their dreams, they would feel a flicker of recognition, a sense

of déjà vu you could call it. Although the dream would disappear from memory, time

would not erase the needy feeling inside of the warriors, the need to meet these young

women because inside, the warriors knew that these were girls they would spend the rest

of their lives with once they met them. They just had to find them. Time passed and that

need grew, but the warriors didn't know what that need was. Until one day, lo and

behold, the young woman who owned the house they lived in met one of the girls the

guys dreamt about and that day, their lives changed inexorably.