Hey guys! A little WARNING: this chapter is a SLASH! It's guy-guy! It's Duzell/ Phelios, a pairing I HIGHLY encourage. It makes for a very nice plot, dontcha think? Heh, I just wrote this chapter five minutes ago, so I hope you like it! Love to all!

Broken Dreams: Part Two, Chapter Three

Dreams of You

Five days had passed since planning for the big event went underway. Lady Sonia, along with a trusted advisory staff, had been secluded in her bedroom for the entire time, planning events and calculating expenses. Ishtar had promised that Pheliosta would help pay for everything, so no expenses were spared. The most extravagant items were purchased, from oriental rugs to solid gold washbasins to jewel-encrusted door handles. At all hours of the day, workers could be seen hauling new treasures into the castle.

Tensions were high. The maids cleaned at a frantic pace. Chefs worked night and day perfecting their techniques. The castle was suddenly going night and day; it was the place that never slept. Everyone was excitedly nervous.

Everyone, that is, except Ishtar.

At the moment, the princess was lying in a field of poppies. She twirled the long flower stalks in her fingers and smiled. The air was heavy with pollen, and the sun was warm. She felt the soft magic of spring working on her; her eyelids grew heavy and her mind slowed down. "Hmmm... Duzie?" she murmured.

The kyawl at her elbow stirred, and then turned into a male version of her. "Yes?" he asked sleepily.

"Why doesn't Pheliosta have any nice fields like this?"

He yawned widely, showing fangs as he did so. "I dunno," he replied as he shifted around, making himself comfortable again. After a moment, he asked quietly, "Ishtar?"

"Hmm?"

"Didn't you say you were going to help with the family reunion?"

She frowned imperceptibly before a look of peace and contentment returned to her sun-warmed face. "Did I now? Oh well."

The vampire grinned at her laziness and turned onto his side. Soon they both fell asleep.

/ "I missed you."

The vampire jerked upright. Where was he? Silver blond hair fell into his face as he turned his head, studying his surroundings. It appeared to be a rocky plain, barren and wasted. The sun was shining, and yet he felt little warmth from it. He looked down at himself. He was dressed in all black, with gaudy jewels running rampant through the ensemble.

What? The vampire wondered. What happened? Just a few moments ago I was lying in the flowers with Ishtar...

Thoughts of the princess reminded him of the speaker he heard. He whirled around. When he saw who his company was, he choked.

The man had shoulder-length white hair, blue eyes and fair skin. He wore a kindly smile, and his eyes sparkled. At his hip was fastened Sidia, the holy sword.

"Phelios?" Duzell breathed.

The saint's smile grew.

It suddenly clicked. This place- this place was where he had fought Phelios in his last life! But why was he here?

"Phelios..." his words were cut off as the other man placed a slender finger against his lips, shushing him. Phelios gently drew him in, wrapping his arms around his waist. The vampire was confused, but he didn't resist.

The saint pressed his lips against duzell's. The kiss was soft and chaste, but he could feel electricity coursing through his body. He was disappointed when it was broken off.

Phelios looked into his eyes. "I missed you," he repeated.

Duzell felt strangely happy. He had never felt so complete as he did then, standing in the middle of the barren field with his sworn enemy.

That good feeling came to an end when he heard it. The sound of a spell being cast. A spell that could ruin everything.

"Phelios!" he shouted, as the man completed his deadly spell- La Gamme. The air started to crackle, and the vampire was suddenly wracked with spasms. "Why?" he gasped, stumbling in pain towards the man. He seemed to fade into the distance. "WHY?"

Everything faded to black as the life drained out of him. The last thing he saw was Phelios' smile.

"Phelios!" he screamed. "PHELIOS!"/

"PHELIOS!" Duzell shouted, jerking upright. Suddenly he was back in the field again, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Ishtar cast a surprised look at him from where she was kneeling in the dry grass, picking flowers.

"Duzie, are you okay?" she asked quickly. "Did you have a nightmare?"

He shook his head slowly, still rattled. It seemed so real...

"Are you sure?" she asked again.

He drew a deep breath. "I'm fine."

"All right, all right... if you insist." She rocked on her heels and used the momentum to get to her feet. "We should go back to the castle now."

On the way there, Duzell only semi-listened to her prattle about dresses. His mind was still on the dream. What does it mean? Am I getting closer to him, is that causing it?

His ears pricked up as he heard the princess say something. "What was that?"

She gave him a scornful look. "Oh, you weren't listening? Bad kitty!" she teased. "I said, there's gonna be all of Phelios' descendants at this reunion, so you're sure to find the reincarnation. Well, my distant uncle and aunt in Mil Seii aren't coming because they just had a baby, but they're so far out of the bloodline it hardly counts at all."

He nodded. I'll finally find Phelios... but what do I do once I've got him?