THE ETERNAL CURSE OF MAYFIL

I am back! This story, formerly titled Memoria from Mayfil, is being rewritten and is undergoing mega plot revision. These first few chapters are pretty much corrected versions of their originals, and—hopefully—parts of them are seriously de-cheesy-fied.

The beginning of this story is somewhat complicated; however, I will do my best to explain. We pick up right after the final battle with Melbu Frahma ended, as the Moon That Never Sets exploded. The threat Melbu posed is gone from the mortal realm now, and the other Dragoons are now left to return to their former lives for the time being.

For our purposes, we pick up just before the Moon explodes. Enjoy!

Zanahoria (formerly known as El Choclo)

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Chapter I

He wouldn't give up. He just wouldn't. Melbu Frahma, defeated and torn to pieces, was now desperate. He was beyond reason, beyond thought, beyond any semblance of common sense. All that mattered now was destroying these two little pests that so stupidly left themselves within the Moon That Never Sets. It didn't matter now, though—soon the Moon would explode. Darkness would envelop him and he wouldn't have to deal with this any longer. With his last mortal breaths, Melbu Frahma wanted to inflict all the pain he possibly could on Zieg and Rose.

The Imperial Wingly threw all of his power out at them. It coursed about in flurries of light, and Zieg and Rose deflected it and managed to slash at him. Working as a unit, they dodged his bolts of dark energy and somehow inflicted more pain on him than he was on them.
From the distant reaches of the Moon came a rumbling sound. The three of them looked in towards the center of the great remnant of the final race. The fire was coming closer now, and the Moon was beginning to explode.

Rose and Zieg looked at each other and then at Melbu. Rose couldn't begin to explain what happened next. She threw her arms out and floated down to Melbu Frahma like an angel clad in black and purple armor. Somehow, his power was disabled. Perhaps it was the Moon sucking in all the energy around it, but she thought it was something more than that.

When she was not ten feet from the horrific features of the beaten Imperial Wingly, she said three simple words. Three words that would stick with her through all of her afterlife, three words that she never expected she could ever say to the vile scum that had caused her to suffer for 11,000 long, soul draining years.

Those three words were, "I forgive you."

Melbu was stunned. He was to blame for everything that happened. He hated her, he hated Zieg, and he hated Dart, Hatchel, Shana, Meru, Miranda, Albert, Lavitz, and Kongol, all of them! They were the enemy, the inferior humans that dared to challenge his power. The ones who dared to use the archaic power that had defeated him before. From whence came this capacity to forgive? Moreover, how dare any of them forgive him!

Rose and Zieg floated up together. Hand in hand, they looked each other in the eye. The rumbling was now deafening. They hugged closer, and then united in one final kiss as the jagged walls near them finally broke through. The fire flashed through the room, and quickly, painlessly, all feeling left them. A shocked Melbu watched as the flames burst in and did not cause them any pain, and then an instant later, he was incinerated with them.

Outside the Moon That Never Sets, the Dragoons floated in the air. The Moon, cradled within the branches of the Divine Tree, began to emit a rumbling noise. Several short moments later, it exploded in a fury of fire and excess magical energy. A great mushroom cloud of fire, smoke, and energy formed in the sky, and the Dragoons stared in awe at the gargantuan crater created in the desert floor. Nearby, the ruins of Mayfil were somehow unscathed.

"ROSE!" Dart cried out as he shed a single tear. Shana wiped the tear away, and hung on closer. The events since that fateful day when she was kidnapped in Seles swam through her mind. She was confused, and now she had lost a close friend; and Dart had lost his father.
However, she was looking forward to the possibility of peace. Since their main goals had been accomplished, the Call of Fate was answered and their destinies fulfilled, right? Shana looked forward to returning to Seles. But first, Endiness needed some serious damage control. Serdio, Tiberoa, and Mille Seseau had nearly been physically and politically annihilated by Melbu Frahma's campaign against existence.

The group turned and began to float down. On the top of a building in the ruins of Mayfil, they landed, but did not de-transform. "Well," Dart said. "It's been a grand journey," he said as tears began to form in his eyes. "I...I don't know what to do. Rose is gone, my father is gone. And all of this…" he paused and wiped away a tear. "I don't see...what to...I don't know what I'm going to do now. I think it best if we all go home now, but…"

Albert stepped up to him, and clapped him on the shoulder that wasn't completely formed of the Divine Dragon's cannon. "I know how you feel," he said. He turned to the rest of the Dragoons. "Go home. Rest. Relax—Soa knows we deserve it. You're always welcome at Bale. In fact," he said, and a faint smile crept across his face, "I'd like to invite you all to stay at the palace for a while before returning home. I think…I think it would give us time to talk things through and maybe bring some closure to what has happened."

"I agree," said Meru, her normal cheeriness dissipated. She floated up a bit, and then she looked around her. "I think Rose would have agreed," said Shana. "Let's go," said Miranda as she floated up. "All right, let's," Dart agreed, taking Shana into his arms and floating up. "The sooner we get away from the Wingly death trap the better," Haschel said quietly. Everyone else followed suit, and turned in the general direction of Serdio. "You guys go ahead, I'll catch up with you in a few days," Meru said. "I'm going to Ulara, I need to chat with Charle."

Shana got down out of Dart's arms and ran over to Meru. She embraced her, a sign of friendship she had not formerly shown. Meru was slightly taken aback, but she returned the hug. "I should be fine getting there. Mayfil's transport pods should have enough power left to get me there," Meru thought out loud as she let Shana down. "All the same, be careful," Shana said. With that, Meru smiled, waved, and began her descent through the City of Death.