Canto alla Vita: I sing to life

Chapter 10: So we meet again, my prince.

The sunset in the west then rose again after the night passed. Trunks spent the whole night, give or take a few hours of sleep, looking for Ryanna. The bond between them was slowly tearing him apart, and the fact that they weren't mated made it more painful. The one time she had been able to read his thoughts let his mind realize that they had been bonded a long time. No wonder he had been so miserable in the palace without her. Trunks sighed, leaning up against a willow tree. His eyes were closed and he listened to the sounds around him as if looking... searching for a sign...

Dedicato a chi colpevole o innocente
perso in questo mare
si e arreso alla corrente
chi non e mai stato vincente?

Dedicato a chi ha sempre una speranza

davanti ad un dolore
nel freddo di una stanza

Dedicato a chi cerca la sua liberta

His eyes flew open at that sound. Those words, he knew those words. He turned his head in the direction it was coming from. "Ryanna," he let out in a whisper before taking off down the thicket of bushes. He pushed past all the rough terrain as his legs carried him off to the direction of her voice. He knew it was, it just had to be. His legs grew tired and numb, but he continued to sprint through the forest. He stopped at a huge cluster of trees, something wasn't right where he was standing. The trees didn't move in the wind and things seemed to be frozen in place, all of the animals. He peered behind a large bunch a willow branches, and there she stood.

Canto alla vita
alla sua bellezza
ad ogni sua ferita
ogni sua bellezza

I sing to life and to it's tragic beauty
To pain and to strife, but all that dances through me
The rise and the fall; I've lived through it all

It was Deja vu all over again. Her voice and the sweet melody erupting from her delicate pink lips. He remembered her just as she stood. Not a single strand of hair looked different. Her bright eyes were the same, her hair was the same, her elegant face was the same, and her rosy pink lips... she was there, just the same as before. Ryanna smiled not noticing his presence. Everything around was frozen, literally. Two birds were frozen above her head in a twittered position. Her soft hands pointed at the crystal clear water in front of her and moved in a circular motion.

Dedicato a chi l'ha sempre inaridita
come impossessato, uscita fra le dita
era sempre gia finita

Canto alla vita
negli occhi tuoi riflessa
facile e infinita
terra a noi promessa

As her hands moved so did the middle of the lake, a spout of water erupted and then froze up high. As it did it turned into a crystal staircase, as if it was made out of glass. Ryanna's smile was faint but plain to see. She stepped onto the water and as if it was solid walked along the cold water streams. Trunks moved out of his crouched position to get a better look. He hid behind a large flower bush and watched as the young wicken climbed the water staircase. As she reached the top her smile widened. 'I life my arms to him, as though he were an angel.' Trunks heard inside his head. She must have been speaking inside her mind.

'He was a man of all men. Kind, sincere, but a the same time greedy and poised. He loved adventure, he wanted more. I wish he will have it. By the glory of the Earth, I pray he has found happiness.' Ryanna closed her eyes and let a tear escape. These long months were happy but incomplete for her. She was lonely. She missed the prince's company. She loved him. With her arms high in the air she dives into the water as everything unfroze. "RYANNA!" Trunks jumped out of his hiding place as her body vanished in the water.

Canto alla vita
canto a dolce e fiera
a questo nostro viaggio
che ancora ci incatena

Ci chiama

Non dubitare mai
Non dubitare mai
Non lasciarla mai da sola
da sola ... ancora ...

Trunks rushed to the water bed up to knee deep water. His gaze brushed against the water and he looked franticly to see her form come to the surface. a small snap of a twig interrupted his thoughts and he turned around to see Ryanna's wet form. She smiled at him, and brushed back a loose wet strand of her hair. "So we meet again my prince."

CLIFFHANGER!!! MWUAHAHAHAHAH!!! Oops got out of control again. Sorry about that. I'll try and update soon... oh and one note... HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!