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Legolas: That means thanks for the reviews. =3

Hannah: Yay! And a special thanks to a certain reviewer who helped me get off my lazy butt to spellcheck the last chappie. :P Okay! So…. Here's the chappie where… STUFF HAPPENS!! OH MY GOD!! IT'S SO AMAZING- STUFF! XD

Legolas: She's having a good day. OH NO.

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Legolas ._.;; Okay… Hannah does not own Golden Sun or Me. =3

Hannah: Yay! Thanks for coming here, please enjoy!

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Menardi hummed a lovely tune; it was fast and and glorified through her voice.

"Hmm-hmm-hmm," She started as she sat with her eyes closed, bored. She was leaning up against the bar, her dress rumpled and looking sluggish.

A deep voice off in the corner finished the tune. Menardi opened her eyes, startled.

"Ye-yes? What can I get you?" she said, blushing terribly. She looked as the hooded figure make his way, slowly, slowly, toward the bar. Step. Step. Step. He stopped for a moment, and his head moved up and down as he studied her. Menardi looked down at the bar and tapped the surface nervously. He drew nearer, and finally, sat across from her. The hood on his face shaded all but his lips, which were drawn into a small smile. And he sat for some time.

Menardi nervously pulled a mug out from under the bar.

"Would you like a drink, Sir?" she said as she placed the large glass in front of her. And he sat.

"Yes," he finally announced, lips forming a smile. His lips were so clear and glossy… and his smile…! Menardi smiled and grabbed the mug, and slowly got up to fill it with a fine ale.

Feeling a tad braver now, Menardi asked, "So… What brings you here?" The ale was reaching the top, bubbling and fizzling in the murky brown drink.

No answer.

"Sir…?" Menardi asked and turned around. He wasn't there. She turned her head in search, her eyes meeting his brown cloaked mass. He was looking at one of the old, dirty paintings on the wall. Menardi placed the glass on the counter and maneuvered toward him, trying to see what he was doing. She was very curious about this fellow…

It was a painting of the old lighthouse. It was glorious; polished in red stone, with grand statues adorning it. The statues were of great dragons, golden and fierce- the insignia of Prox. At the top of the lighthouse was a fuzzy marking of red; a blur. As if the painter could not display exactly WHAT was there. It was the light; an indescribable beauty and the source of power some supposedly had. Of course, the civilians did not have this great power; they didn't want to be troubled with it. But the king on the other hand… had mastered it. Many said that they had seen him conjure a very flame into his hand!

And so, the man stared and smiled.

"What is it, Sir? It's just the lighthouse," Menardi warily announced. He chuckled in a deep, velvety voice.

"Just the lighthouse?" He turned to her. "Menardi, I'm surprised at you!"

"Wha-?" She managed to say. How did this man know her name??

The man suddenly turned around, looking toward our large window.

At that moment, the man grabbed her and suddenly dropped to the floor, scooting under a nearby table. He cradled her back and covered her mouth. Menardi struggled and tried to shout, but to no avail. The man squeezed harder.

"Shush!" He hissed. He collected all of her, grabbing her feet and pulling them so that they were not visible. Menardi continued to struggle. He squeezed her harder.

Just then, the doors to the tavern swung open, and three pairs of feet walked in. (Well, three people; Menardi was under a table, so only their feet were visible.) Two in clobbering and noisy knight's boots, metal and black in the dim light. The other was in brown slipper-shoes, soft and quick. Most likely a doeskin. They stepped further into the bar.

"Hello," a rich, extravagant voice announced. "I need to see the owner of the… Lighthouse Tavern," he almost chuckled.

Menardi struggled more and almost kicked one of the chairs. The character gripped her, and his legs wrapped about hers, stopping her from any movement. She kept trying to scream to the newcomer for help, but the man had stuck his hand in her mouth. She clamped down furiously on his hand. He winced but shrugged it off.

"Please," the man in the slippers called out. "I need to see you immediately," The man was grinning. "I'll count to five, and if you aren't out, I'll have the king come down here himself,"

With that, Menardi thought her father would surely come out. But then it struck her- he was out, buying some tasty, fresh bread from the baker.

"Alright," he said. "We now have the right to search the place,"

He whispered to the two knights, and off they clanked to the stairs. But he remained there.

"Come now," He said in a prodding voice. "I know you're in here somewhere!"

Menardi was frightened and confused, and she wanted to just rip out of the man's grip. She struggled again.

The man's breath came in quiet pants. A sudden sweat rained down onto Menardi's head, and she knew he was exceedingly nervous about the man just a few yards away from them.

The two feet moved steadily about the room, stopping to gaze over the counter, and then, he started looking under the tables.

The man's breath was getting faster. Menardi could feel his heartbeat as she was crushed against his chest. But it was a false alarm- the two shoes stopped going about and the man quickly retired.

"I'm coming back later tonight," he warned. "You better be ready," the shoes stormed over to the stairs.

"Moskove! Lebre! Get down here," he growled. After a loud clinking down the stairs, the other feet appeared.

"Sir," One voice said nervously. "We found no one,"

"Well, we're coming back tonight." The man said, angered. He then whispered something.

"Sir, why would we need torch- ohhh," another voice said. They all retreated out of the tavern, slamming the doors behind them.

After several more minutes, the man (while still clutching Menardi) slowly got out from under the table. He crawled to the window and looked out. The sun was getting low. He pulled his hand from Menardi's mouth, and released his grip. She fell to the floor.

Menardi panted heavily, trying to get as much air as possible. Who was this …beast? Who trapped her so, had almost suffocated her??

The man sulked against the hard wall. He dropped himself to the ground, and sighed.

"Wh-who," Menardi got out between pants. She couldn't say more.

The man reached for his head and pulled down his hood. He smiled lightly and closed his eyes. Blue locks tumbled about his face.

Menardi crawled up to his face, examining it with shock. She fell into his lap, resting her head, and wrapped her arms about him.

"Saturos," she whispered, a smile on her lips.

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Whoot! *Goes starry-eyed* Yaaay! This will be my longest story ever! Whee! *hugs Saturos+Menardi heart shaped plushie!*

Legolas: ;; Wow. Too hyper…

Hannah: Okay, now time to thank each reviewer! Whoo! Thanks again, you guys!

Ratqueen- Thanks!! You're my first reviewer, props to you. XD

q2004 - Wow... I'm so glad you liked the angst/love. I'll be adding so much in this story... aww... Thanks!

Lan3- You're crazy, Kaycee! X)

Rai Dorain- You're review helped me OODLES. Thanks, and I'm sorry I got grumpy! I just was mad at myself. ( Thanks again!

bladegryphon- Whoo! Bash Leggy! Yay!

Legolas: I heard that.

Hannah: Thanks! ^^;;

Shadow-Dragon5- WOW!! JUST- WOW! You started the craze of Proxshipping! I love you! XD *glomps* Thanks so much... I'm honored taht you read my fic! *prances off to check your site. x3

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--Sailor Hannah (Conquerer Worm)