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,
BUT .... if you liked this story, please review! We appreciate any and all criticisms
and comments. Thanks and Enjoy! - Destiny Babe
*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.
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,
BUT .... if you liked this story, please review! We appreciate any and all criticisms
and comments. Thanks and Enjoy! - Destiny Babe
*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.
