Author's Note: Hello all. Lookie! It's chapter 9! Yay! I must warn you. I had writer's block during this thing so bear with me okay. There's alot of OOCness and sappiness too. I'm just warning you guys and stuff. There will be some 5+4/4+5 and there is also some Faninfir and Elvish words (compliments of nonstop watching of LOTR DVDs and a website). Not sure if I used the Elvish right, though. Anywho, I just want you to know I'll translate at the end and stuff. I hope I remember to. Okay, that's enough rambling. You go read and I go nap. Enjoy!

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Blue eyes watched over the horizon, focusing on the west where the sun had finally taken refuge behind the mountains. It hadn't been too long since the band of travelers had Gated away to safety. Luckily enough, he would be able to track them. There was no mistaking it; they were in Vicineron. However, they were now tracking elsewhere and their party was one member short. Behind him he could hear the small army gifted to him by Relena gathering, his own servants part of them. Looking over a shoulder, he caught sight of the four young dragons held prisoner. They were all the same age; looking as an eight-year-old human child, but Treize knew that they were much smarter. However, they were just as vulnerable.

From the canopy of the forest he lowered himself to its floor, his eyes looking over the dragons in interest. They were guarded by four of his servants. Two huddled close together in tears, both girls sobbing and crying out for their mother. Another, the only boy of the group was silent, his face stoic. There was no emotion that Treize could read from him and the boy kept it well hidden. The last one however was the troublemaker. Her body was surrounded by an aura of anger, disgust and hate. All three emotions were guided in his direction and Treize felt that she would most likely be the one to cause him the most headaches.

"Murderer!", she screamed as he went to turn away, causing him to look back again.

His eyes traveled to the young girl who was busy fighting her restraints and spewing off silent curses. Her eyes shone a gleaming silver and he saw within the girl her father's boldness and stubbornness. That was what made this much more enjoyable.

"May you rot in the deepest caverns of the Hells!", she continued, her eyes narrowing on the dark angel.

He stepped closer to her, watching as she glared up at him and he bent so that he was at eye level with the enraged fledgling.

"I have been to the Hells.", he began in a quiet tone, "And it has no force powerful enough to hold me. And even if there was, I will be pleased; for I would have company with your mother beside me."

"You bastard!"

The offensive name-calling he did not mind, however it was the spittle that came in contact with his face that upset him. His eyes were matching daggers as he glared down at the young girl. If it were up to him, she would have joined her mother. Unfortunately, it was best if they were kept alive. Their father would more easily submit if their lives were in danger. He pushed his anger aside, turning away from her to look back at the other three. It was the boy that grabbed the most of his attention and he moved closer to him, ignoring the warnings of the little wench behind him.

He stopped in front of the boy, a hand lifting his head so that his silver eyes were now locked with his own. He smiled at the resemblance the boy held to his father as well. Only his reminded the Dark Angel of the moment Wufei learned of the death of his mate. He could see the stains from tears that had marked the boy's cheeks earlier and he felt a shiver run down his spine as the boy's fear and loss resonated through him.

"What is your name?", he asked, turning the boy's head so as to observe him better.

He didn't answer however, opting to keep silent. Another stubborn child; it made Treize begin to wonder if Wufei had birthed these fledglings on his own. He sighed as another minute passed by and the young dragon gave no answer, so with a scoff he returned to the still fighting female. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her head back to expose her neck. His blade was then drawn and rested against the girl's throat. Satisfaction overtook him as he saw the boy's eyes widen.

"Tell me or she dies."

As the other girls continued to whimper, he watched carefully as Treize stood in waiting. His silence wasn't broken, even with his sister's life threatened and Treize knew that he would have to take things a step further. With his patience waning, Treize began to press the blade of the sword into her throat. It gave the results he was looking for. The sight of blood beginning to slowly travel down his sister's neck urged the boy to break his silence.

"Dao Long!", he cried out, stepping forward.

Treize stopped instantly at the boy's cry, letting his sister go so that she fell backwards onto the ground. His servants laughed at her as she struggled to right herself, wanting to charge after the man who was once again headed for her brother. Dao Long on the other hand lowered his gaze as the man stepped forward, only to have his head lifted again.

"What are their names?", Treize asked, his eyes turning to the two cowering girls.

"Lin Yao and Ming Ue.", he answered quickly.

Treize then pointed to the last remaining sister.

"And hers?"

"Meiran."

"Of course.", Treize muttered, laughing inside at the irony, "Now that I know all of your names, I believe it's only good manners that you learn mine."

He walked over to the remaining two, who huddled closer together and he grabbed Lin Yao's hand. She whimpered as he pulled it closer and flinched when he brought it to his lips.

"My name is Treize.", he said with a smile, "And I will be the one to decide your fate."

"Master?"

He growled in annoyance at the servant's call but he humored the creature, standing and turning to face it. The small demon bowed down close to the ground before raising yellow eyes to him.

"The Lady Elf.", he said, pointing off to the right, "She approaches."

Treize turned to find Relena riding toward them on her horse. She seemed quite content with herself. Whatever she had done in Myrthril had gone well. If he knew her at all, it had to deal with her father and his life. As she drew closer, he graced her with a bow, before he reached up to help her off of her horse.

"My Lady, may I ask what has made you so happy?"

Relena sighed as a darker smile lit her face and she pulled free from her belt a large dagger. It was covered with blood that Relena watched with a murderous eye.

"A Gurth Blade.", Treize said in awe, as his eyes watched Relena toy with it.

"My father is no longer an obstacle.", she said with an air of excitement, "And with my brother gone as well, Myrthril is mine."

"And who has told you that your brother is dead?"

At Treize's question she turned to him, her eyes now flaming with anger. She was not in the mood for games. She had gone to Myrthril with the intent of leaving a city with no monarch and no prince to replace him. Treize was supposed to take care of her brother as well as the band of men he was riding with. If he failed to do so, she had no idea of what she would do to him.

"Is my brother still alive?", she asked, her hand tightening around the dagger's hilt, "You mean to tell me that you have failed, again?"

"I never fail.", Treize answered in a low voice, "I merely play with my victims. If you are so impatient, then maybe my services are not what you need."

Relena gave a cry of anger, the dagger flying from her hand to embed itself in a servant's chest. The creature gave out a startled cry as it looked down at the blade protruding from its chest. With a low gurgle it fell back to the ground, Ming Ue screaming out as the creature fell before her. Her scream acknowledged the Lady Elf to their presence and the woman frowned as she took note of them. Her confusion then changed and she was walking toward both Ming Ue and her sister, her hands reaching out to pinch their cheeks.

"Baby dragons? They're so adorable!", she cooed, turning back to Treize, "Are you going to keep them?"

At her question, Treize scoffed. It was in his thoughts to kill them later, using their deaths as another way to weaken the Dragon Lord more than his wife's death already had. His eyes then turned to Dao Long, the boy watching intently as Relena continued to coo at his sisters.

"I mean only to keep one.", he finally answered her, the boy stiffening.

Relena turned back to Treize, finding his blue eyes caught on the young male dragon. She gave a feminine squeal as she rushed over to him, grabbing hold of his face.

"You are just too adorable!", she squealed even louder, the boy wincing, "Can I have him?"

"No.", Traize responded quickly, "You can't have any of them. They're my weapons against their father."

"And who is their father?", Relena asked intrigued.

"My father is Wufei.", Meiran answered, drawing the Dark Queen's attention to her, "Leader of the Dragon Clans. And when he finds you, he will destroy you, wicked wench!"

Relena's eyes studied the young girl closely. This must be the troublemaker. It was evident that she had inherited her personality and behavior from both her parents. Her mother's smart mouth and just about everything her father possessed.

"And who is this little lady?", she asked, Treize walking next to her.

"That would be Meiran.", he provided with an ironic tone.

Relena sneered at the name, turning her back to the young dragon.

"There were two of them?", she asked with indifference, "It's a shame that you only got rid of one."

She went back to the two girls who never left each other sides, taking both of them by their hands. She glared at the servants that guarded them, ordering them to remove the chains. When they did, she guided them over to where Treize was now standing in front of their brother.

"So you want to keep them I see?", Treize observed, Relena smiling.

"Of course I do.", she announced, looking down at the girls, "You're going to stay with your Auntie Relena now."

"And your brother will stay close to me.", Treize informed them.

He then turned to Meiran, who was now panting with anger; her body trembled as she resisted lashing out. It wouldn't have done her any good if she did. Her chains were much too strong for her to break and she would only end up making her self look ridiculous. Treize gave her a cold smile and she spat a curse in his direction. This one, he didn't mind getting rid of at all.

"And what should we do with her?", a servant asked conveniently.

"Do as you please.", Relena answered for them both, "And after you're done. Send her back to her father. Dead, or alive and broken; either way, he'll get the message."

With that the two turned away, leaving with the other fledglings in tow. They had to set out after Heero and the rest. There was no time to stand around and watch a small child be tortured. No matter how much they would have enjoyed watching.

Meiran watched as they left, leaving her behind with both demons and Relena's pets. They all eyed her and she braced herself. Who knew what they had in store?

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Trowa was grateful that at the moment he was alone. He had been able to slip free this morning when everyone else was still asleep. His chest had begun to pain him on their long ride from the remains of Vicineron. They had left without the Dragon Lord and Trowa had to fight the urge to return for him. Now he rested beside a large pond, sitting on the soft sand of the shore.

His face was beaded with sweat as he struggled to breathe. He couldn't understand what was wrong with him. Ever since they had Gated through, he had this torture that came and went. It was growing more painful by the hour. Now he could feel it in his heart, almost as if it was being squeezed. It was fluttering right now, threatening to burst. He resisted his urge to cry out in pain. He didn't want the others to know anything.

The heat was making it much more unbearable. It was noon and the sun was at its highest in the middle of summer. Without much thought, he tore his clothes from him before stepping into the cool water, wading out until the water lapped at his chest. With a groan, he nearly doubled over as the pain spread lower to his abdomen. His mind was sluggishly thinking, since he was more concerned with trying to get this torment to stop. He could barely think of reasons as to why he was feeling this way.

As fast as it had come, the pain left him and he let himself slip beneath the water's surface. Before he could even be in danger of drowning, he felt himself being dragged out. His eyes slowly opened to meet familiar amber before closing again.

"Foolish boy!", Remius spat as he dragged Trowa back to the shore.

He threw him down to the ground, kneeling beside him. It wasn't his intention to come here and save the boy's life. He had meant to do the complete opposite. Things weren't exactly working as planned and it seemed as if suspicion was falling in Trowa's direction. That meant problems could be brought to him. It would add to the many problems he already had. Traize, who made it seem as if he had no interest in finding him, was hunting him.

"Get up!", he ordered the boy, harshly slapping him in the face.

Trowa cried out at the contact, his eyes opening to find Remius glaring down at him. He turned his gaze away, laughing in a somewhat crazed manner. Remius had the nerve to show his face after abandoning him that night he informed Trowa of Duo's death.

"You knew what you were doing, didn't you?", Trowa asked as his laughter died, "You wanted to get rid of me, as if I were evidence."

Remius kept silent, his amber eyes only watching as Trowa avoided his gaze. He wasn't surprised that the boy had figured it out, he was sure that Angelus could be thanked for that. He, however, felt no need to tell Trowa that he was right just yet. He would play dumb for a while longer.

"You only expected me to tell whether or not Duo was the prince.", Trowa continued, his arms wrapping around himself, "And when I couldn't help you, you decided that I was useless. My help was pointless. There was really no need for me at all when you think about it. I guess I was just useful for other matters. And now that you're tired of me, you're here to rid yourself of me."

As Trowa fell silent, he turned his head to look up at the fallen god. Their eyes connected and Trowa read everything he needed to know. The look in Remius' eyes and the man's silence confirmed all that he had just said and he sat up.

"Have you come to finish the job?", Trowa asked, looking down at the ground.

Tired of everything, Remius stood. His amber eyes glared down at Trowa and he turned away to face the water.

"Of course I'm here to finish the job!", Remius spat, his fists curling, "You're becoming a burden and I will not let you hold me back! I've toyed with you long enough!"

"And yet you continue to do so.", Trowa continued, looking up to him, "If you had no intention of toying with me any longer, you would not have pulled me out of the water. What excuse do you have for that?"

Remius spun to face the boy, his amber eyes now glaring daggers.

"I would not lose the chance to end your life myself!", Remius cried in his defense.

However, the question had angered him, only because he did not have an answer for it. He had no idea as to why he had saved Trowa's life and the reason he had just offered did not rest well with him. He knew that it wasn't right, however, he didn't know exactly why. He should have just watched the boy drown.

"Well, you have me now!", Trowa pushed, his own anger rising, "Why don't you end my life now! Why draw out my life any longer if I'm such a burden!"

Remius' answer was stopped short as Trowa doubled over, a low whimper caught by the former god. With a frown he reached out, letting a hand rest on the boy's shoulder. He had to remove it however as his mind was flooded with the image of a growing darkness. Kneeling beside him once more, Remius hesitated before taking hold of the boy again.

He raised Trowa's head to look over his pain stricken face. There was something wrong, but he didn't know what he was looking for. He let his Sight travel over the boy's exposed body but he couldn't find anything. It was only until Trowa leaned forward to rest against him that Remius found the web like veins spreading out from where the boy's heart was located.

"You have been poisoned.", Remius announced, more to himself.

Hearing the words, Trowa looked up, his eyes asking Remius to explain it further.

"This is no ordinary poison.", the ebony-haired man continued, "It's meant to turn you, make you a servant."

"I already serve you.", Trowa muttered, falling limp as the pain passed.

"It is not my poison.", Remius told him, but Trowa had already passed out.

The question was; whose poison was it? He had an idea; however he wasn't so sure if it was smart to look into it. He was being hunted and at the moment he needed to go back to the Barrens. For now, it was his sanctuary. Here he was vulnerable. He would return to Trowa later.

Resting the boy down so that he was lying on the bank, he quickly took his leave. Whoever wanted Trowa's services couldn't be too far off and if his hunch was right, it was best that he stay out of sight.

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Angelus was the first to notice that Trowa was missing, asking the rest if anyone had caught sight of where he had gone off. No one had an answer, so he took it upon himself to go looking for him. When he had come across the boy, he found him asleep and deprived of any clothes on the water's edge. Something was wrong, he could tell. However, he would have to worry about that later.

He carried the sleeping youth back to camp, merely throwing his own outer robes around the boy than search for his clothes. His return stirred the others and his eyes connected with Quatre's, the Elfin Prince ready to mount his horse.

"Where are you going?", he asked him, placing Trowa down.

The blond did not answer, only climbed onto his horse turning it in the direction that would take him northeast. He went to ride off but was stopped as the ground rose to form a wall in front of him.

"Let me pass!", Quatre ordered, glaring back at the Seer, "You must let me through!"

"And why is that?", Angelus questioned, "Why are you so eager to leave our company?"

"My kingdom needs me!", Quatre cried, his voice trembling, "My father needs me!"

Angelus let his mind connect with Quatre's, words of Elvish passing secretly between them. With much more probing, he saw within the prince's heart the state of his father. He was dying and though there might have been a chance to save him, it had passed. Now out of sheer will, he was holding on. However, Quatre only knew that his father was in danger; Xolin's inevitable death was for him to learn on his own. The earthen wall was lowered, revealing the road that would lead Quatre home to Myrthril.

"Ride swiftly and safely.", Angelus said in parting, bowing his head in respect, "Your father is waiting."

With a nod and an Elvish goodbye, Quatre was gone. The rest watching him leave into the rising sun, each silently mourning the loss of his company.

"Guide him with the Wind, Milliardo.", the Seer suggested, "His travels must be shortened as much as they possibly could."

The Great Wind only looked to Angelus in confusion, his eyes asking the question he dare not ask aloud. He then felt his heart sink as the look the silver-haired man sent him confirmed any and all suspicions he had. He nodded before letting the Wind help Quatre travel in Myrthril's direction faster. With a small prayer, Milliardo turned back to the remainder of their group. His eyes fell onto Trowa, who was softly moaning as he slept. He looked back to Angelus to question him but the man held a hand up to silence him.

"Not now.", he said apologetically, "We'll have time for questions later. We must move on. She is waiting for us and we are only a few hours ride."

Milliardo sighed before nodding. There was too much that was happening all at once; the continuing loss in numbers of their small band of travelers, as well as the on coming threat of a large obstacle that they had yet to face. He had to walk past Angelus to get to his horse and as he did, the Seer gently took hold of his arm so that he could whisper into his ear.

"I know what you predict.", Angelus told him, turning Milliardo to face him, "For I have Seen it as well. We are slowly losing yet another companion, Relena is becoming much more powerful with each passing day and war grows in the horizon. You must not fear to face what you sense ahead of us. There is no reason to; for I will be there to face it beside you."

Accepting the short kiss Angelus offered him, Milliardo gave his lover a small smile.

"I know.", he said, bowing his head, "It's just that I do not fear only for myself, but for them as well."

"As do I, but we have nothing to worry about."

"As much as I wish to believe you, I have to think differently."

With a small smile, Angelus placed a kiss to Milliardo's head to show the wind god he understood.

"We must get going.", he announced loudly, "I will travel with Trowa and lead the way. We must keep an eye out however. We are being tracked and the way is now dangerous."

"And Quatre?", Duo asked, already mounted on his horse, "What about him? What about Wufei?"

"That is no longer what we must concern ourselves with.", Angelus said as he took Trowa up from the ground, "If they wish to return to our company, we will welcome them. For now, we can not wait here, we must move on."

"Have faith, Duo.", Heero reassured him, "They will return in due time."

Duo nodded his head, though he didn't exactly agree. He still had his doubts that Quatre or the Dragon Lord would return but he bit his tongue and he followed obediently as Angelus turned them North.

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Thanks to the extra push of the Winds to help him and his horse's urgent speed, Quatre reached Myrthril in record time, watching as the palace rose before him. He could feel his father beyond its walls and he urged his horse to go faster. The gates of the city were opened before him and as he rode through them, his heart clenched at the sight of his beloved Mythril.

It was nearly in ruins and its people were either dead or dying. He pulled on the reigns to bring his horse to a halt, his eyes taking in all that it could. Tears sprang to his eyes as the Elvish songs of mourning echoed throughout the sky, his own prayers falling from his lips. It seemed as if it was an ambush and from the wounds on the dead, he knew who and what was responsible.

"Prince Quatre!"

The urgency in the voice that called him drew his attention and he was met by an elf with panic-stricken eyes. He did not wait for the message; he already knew that it was about his father.

"Tell me where I may find him.", he ordered gently, riding off before he could receive an answer.

"The royal chambers!", the elf yelled after him, "He is waiting for you there!"

Quatre rode through Myrthril, heading in the direction of the palace gates. He stopped for none who called to him, though he did wish that he was able to. His father needed him first; there would be time later for others. He rode past the gates, which were no longer standing; he and his horse climbing up the white stairs that lead them to the palace doors. From there he rode through the halls, shouting warnings for those who were in the way to move from his path. He only stopped his horse when he reached the double doors to his father's room but he ran inside, ignoring those who stopped their work to bow and welcome him home. He had no time for them, his father. . .

Quatre stopped dead in his tracks as he saw, from where he stood, his father lying on his bed. He was hurt, he was bleeding and his breathing was as if he struggled.

"Adar."

Quatre rushed to his bedside, kneeling on the floor as he took his father's hand in his. At the touch Xolin opened his eyes, looking to his son. At the sight of him he gave a weak smile, his hand freeing itself to cup Quatre's face.

"Yondo nin.", he whispered with a sigh, "I am glad you have returned to me."

Quatre watched as he groaned in pain, covering the wound that he had been inflicted with his left hand. Reaching out, Quatre moved not only his father's hand but the dressing that covered the wound as well. He observed it for a moment, his eyes closing to stop the tears that threatened to fall.

"I am sorry, adar. I should have told you of my leaving.", he said softly, "I should have stayed with you."

"No.", Xolin said with a shake of his head, "Duo needed your assistance and I could not stop you. I had not seen you with such happiness until the day Wufei arrived with him. I could not stand the thought of taking that joy away from you. I dared not say no, even if you had asked my permission to go with them."

Quatre replaced the dressings, rising from the floor to seat himself on the bed. His hands took hold of his father's again and his eyes stared into Xolin's fading eyes. His father's hands were becoming cold. Could it be that life was leaving him?

"Tell me that Myrthril will still have its king.", Quatre begged, his father smiling, "That our kingdom will still have its ruler."

After a moment of silence, which was brought on by the pain Xolin felt from his injury, he squeezed his son's hand. He was sure that Quatre would not like the answer he was about to give. He had been holding on as long as he could to tell Quatre all he had to tell him. Though now he grew weaker with each passing moment.

"Myrthil will have her king.", Xolin announced, Quatre sighing in relief, "Even if I am not here."

With the last sentence, Quatre pulled his hands free from his father's, his head shaking in disbelief. This could not be; his father was immortal. He could not die. He could not leave him.

"No adar.", Quatre begged tearfully, "Do not part from me now. I cannot bear what you ask of me."

"You shall do as I say!", Xolin said harshly, calming again just as quickly, "As my son, you are heir to the throne. The damage that has been done to me is slowly killing me."

"Why do they not heal it!", Quatre asked in anger, "Why do they watch you die! What sword has cut you that even you are vulnerable to its blade!"

"A Gurth Blade.", his father provided with a sad voice, "Forged by the Mistress herself."

Quatre fell silent, turning away so that he did not have his father see his tears. If it had truly been a Gurth Blade forged by the Dark Mistress, it meant that his father's death was inevitable. Relena had done more than he expected, she had taken away from him all he held dear and he knew she would never stop. He heard his father order a servant to bring him the crown and he turned back to face his father, the dying elf weakly raising his hand to take Quatre's.

"Those who are here shall now bear witness to the passing of the crown.", Xolin announced as loudly as his strength would allow, "And may he who shall receive it stand before me."

Rising from the bed, Quatre turned to face his father as the man took the crown that was presented to him. With sad eyes, Xolin looked up to his son who silently stood before him.

"Quatre, crown prince of Myrthril, I offer to you this symbol of ascendancy. Do you have any objection to that which you are about to receive?"

"I have no such objection."

"Then kneel before me."

Doing as his father bid, Quatre slowly lowered himself to the floor, his head bowing in respect as well as to hide the still falling tears.

"With this crown you will gain the power to rule all of Myrthril. Have you any intention to do wrong with that power?"

"I have no such intention."

"Then recite the oath, yontho nin."

"I, Quatre, crown prince of Myrthril, hereby accept this symbol of ascendancy and with it my duty as ruler to my kingdom. I swear to never use my authority for wrong and accept the consequence of banishment or death if my oath is broken."

Raising the crown, Xolin gently rested it atop Quatre's head, watching his son's shoulders shake with silent sobs.

"Rise now before me, new king of Myrthril and let all who bear witness bow before him."

The elves that stood amongst them did as told, going down on one knee to bow before Quatre as he stood from his knelt position.

"Do not mourn your loss of me for long.", Xolin started as Quatre sat beside him again, "For there are others who need you as much as you need them."

"Adar, please.", Quatre begged him with a silent sob, "Do not leave me so soon."

"I wish I could stay, yondo nin.", his father told him, his eyes brimming with tears, "But I grow weak. My time on this earth has now come to an end."

Taking his son's hand one last time, he gave the young king an Elvish blessing.

"I love you, my son.", Xolin softly said in parting, "May your rule be a prosperous one."

Quatre watched as his father closed his eyes, his breathing slowing. He brought the man's hand to his lips to place a kiss upon cold fingers.

"Namárie adar." , he whispered shakily, "I love you as well."

When Xolin stilled, Quatre lowered to hug onto his father, his face buried in the man's chest so that his cry of loss was muffled. His father was gone and now he was king of all Elves. Though his father asked him not to mourn him, he would never stop feeling the loss. Reluctantly he pulled away, standing from the bed to face the crying elves that were in the room.

"Spread news of my father's death and prepare a pyre.", he softly ordered, walking to the doors, "When his funeral ends gather all who are able to fight. War is fast approaching Myrthril and we shall not let it meet us unprepared again."

With that he left the room, heading to his own chambers to wallow in his sorrows and ponder if he would ever return to those who were in need of him. He paid no mind to those that bowed before him, their new king, as he walked through the deafening silence of the halls. He only made his way to his room, locking the doors behind him as he entered. He sat upon his bed, his eyes blankly staring ahead of him. It felt as if he was slowly dying inside.

He could not bear it anymore. Wufei had now isolated himself and his father's death was emotionally draining him. He had no one else now, since Heero and the others were traveling on without him. They would not falter because his presence was not there. They would carry on as if he had never been there at all. There was no one who needed him and with a small fit of anger he threw their memories aside. He had no need for them.

A loud thud startled him and he stood from his bed, his eyes turning to the open archway that lead to the balcony. Cautiously, he moved towards it, hearing a low whine that sounded like nothing he had heard before. As the thin curtains billowed inward from the gentle breeze, Quatre moved them aside so that he could slowly peek out to see what had landed on his balcony. He gasped as he caught sight of the creature, rushing out to kneel beside it.

"Where have I seen you before, young dragon?", Quatre asked, trying to sooth it, "Who do you resemble?"

The fledgling looked up at him, wailing pathetically in pain. With a gentle hand, Quatre observed the dragon's injuries, knowing what had done the child harm. It whined again, resting its large head in Quatre's lap as it began to breathe evenly. With a small smile, Quatre pet her head.

"It's alright, young one.", he cooed softly, "I am here."

He watched as it fell asleep, no longer afraid or in panic. He let her sleep. He would call for assistance later.

"My father was right.", he said to her in a small voice, "You need me as much as I need you. I am sure that I know your father and if I am not mistaken, he is not far behind."

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Duo looked up at the rising smoke that was coming from the East. It was very far away, he knew that it was. However, it seemed as if it were barely a few minutes ride from where they stood.

"What is it?", Duo asked aloud to no one in particular.

Angelus answered, his eyes focused ahead of them, Trowa still unconscious in his arms.

"That, Duo, is Myrthril's signal that it has lost its king. If there is a new king, the smoke will turn white."

"And if a new king has not been chosen, the smoke will instead fade.", Milliardo provided, finishing for the Seer.

Duo turned back to the East, his eyes watching intently for the smoke's change in color. He whispered silent pleas for it to turn white. They all watched in anticipation for the sign that Quatre was no longer the prince. It seemed that time had stilled as they stood there, their eyes never leaving the billowing smoke. Then it finally happened.

Hearts sank in disappointment as the smoke began to fade into the wind. Myrthril was without a ruler. It would seem that Relena had succeeded. Turning his horse to face their original direction, Angelus bid them to follow.

"We must keep going. We must not linger."

As they began to slowly ride on Duo glanced back one last time, his heart hoping that the smoke would rise again. And his eyes widened as it did, causing him to stop his horse in the process. Tamsin objected, trying his best to get Duo to stop pulling on the reigns with an annoyed whinny.

"Tamsin look."

The horse did as was old, turning to look eastward. At the sight of smoke, he gave a shrill whinny, alerting the others up ahead. Angelus and the rest looked back as their horses took to stopping against their command to move onward.

"The smoke.", Duo announced, pointing to it in the distance, "It's rising again."

All stood as it slowly crawled up to join the passing clouds, each holding their breath as they awaited once again for the change of hue. At first it kept its steady black coloring, the small group growing impatient. However, it soon turned gray before it slowly faded to the shade of the surrounding clouds.

"It's white!", Duo cried out in excitement, Tamsin rising on hind legs, "Myrthril has a king! Quatre did it! He's king!"

As the others watched Duo and his horse whoop and whinny in victory, they smiled sadly as Elvish prayers for the dead passed their lips. Duo did not understand that Quatre had only gained his title as king since his father had lost his life. Heero's attention was turned to the path behind them and he heard the unmistakable growl of Relena's monsters. They were gaining on them and if they kept still any longer they would be caught. They had to keep moving. Guiding his horse to stand alongside Tamsin, Heero reached out an arm to place it on Duo's shoulder, giving the young boy a smile.

"We know you are happy, Duo. We all ar; but you must keep quiet.", he warned looking behind them once again, "We are still being hunted, remember? We shall celebrate later; for now we must keep moving and quickly."

"Heero is right.", Milliardo agreed, taking the lead, "We are drawing closer to the Witch's lair. However, we must get there before nightfall."

"Why before nightfall?", Duo called out as they left him behind.

"If we do not reach before sunset, we will never find the entrance to her lair.", Angelus called back.

As Duo asked him to, Tamsin rode after them, slowing to a trot as they came beside the former God of Light.

"Is there some kind of puzzle that we need the sun to show us the way?", Duo asked confused.

Angelus laughed, looking to the boy at his left. He was still amazed at the resemblance Duo had to the young prince of Rothelan. With another laugh, he turned back to the road ahead of them.

"There is no puzzle.", he answered, Milliardo snickering as he rode on the opposite side of his lover.

"Then what?", Duo asked, a little miffed that they found his questioning funny, "Why is it so important that we reach before nightfall?"

"It's just much more easier to see when there is light, don't you think?", Angelus answered, Milliardo laughing.

Duo watched as they two urged their horses into a gallop, their laughter fading as they grew farther and farther away. As Heero's snickers caught his ears, he turned to his new found lover to give him a pout.

"Come on.", was all Heero said with a shake of his head, before he and his horse were off after the two deities.

With a childish huff, Duo glared after the Fairy King, privately promising to hurt him later. He looked again to the large pillar of white smoke, catching a dragon in the distance flying toward Myrthril. At least Wufei was returning to someone. Their reunion meant that there was still a chance both Quatre and the Dragon Lord would return to riding beside them again. With a satisfied smile, he rode off after the three ahead of them. He didn't want to know what was hunting them, though he did have a pretty good idea. He also didn't want to be found alone, it was much safer if he caught up with the others.

"Ride on, Tamsin.", he encouraged his horse, with a loving pat to the animal's head, "Ride like the wind."

With a whinny of agreement Tamsin sped off, galloping after the others as Duo's laughter echoed throughout the sky.

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Quatre walked through the quiet halls of the palace, his face hiding within the shadow his hood provided. It was a physical sign of mourning for him to walk dressed this way and he did not care to hide that he was suffering. His feet carried him out of the palace into the moonlit gardens, where the white trees welcomed him and comforted him. He sat upon a lone marble bench, his eyes looking up to the star lit skies.

His father's funeral had been the end of Xolin's reign and the burning of the Aran flowers signified the start of his reign. His eyes focused off into the distance staring at nothing in particular. He had the intentions to go back to his lost fledging. Being close to her gave him the little bit of strength he needed. He had only left her side to be present for his father's cremation. He would have returned to her but something out here was calling him. So he patiently waited for whatever it was to reveal itself. Luckily, he did not have to wait long.

He felt his presence the moment he stepped foot into the garden. However, he did not turn to acknowledge him. He would wait to see what would be done. Moments of silence passed and finally Quatre lowered his gaze from the skies to the grass before him. It seemed as if he would have to say the first words.

"I have been waiting for you, mellon nin.", he started, feeling the person behind him stop, "Though I was beginning to doubt you would come to me."

"I ask for your forgiveness, Aryon.", a voice answered, "Or should I call you Háron?"

"You shall call me neither.", Quatre retorted, keeping his back turned to his visitor, "I rather you call me by name, as I will call you by yours, Wufei."

Walking the last remaining steps between them, Wufei seated himself next to the elf, turning Quatre to face him. His hands rose to slowly push back the hood, the moonlight revealing the sea-colored eyes that looked back at him. His head bowed in respect as he lifted Quatre's hands to place a kiss to them.

"Why do you come to me now, Dragon Lord?", Quatre asked softly, raising Wufei's face to look at him.

"I have lost all I knew.", Wufei choked, his gaze lowering again, "My mate was taken from me; killed unmercifully. And my children, they are lost to me. I do not know if I will ever find them; if they are even alive. My heart aches and I can not take it any longer. I turn to you in hopes that you will take pity on my weary soul. I suffer, Quatre. I need your strength."

"And what makes you believe that I have any strength to spare?", Quatre asked almost angrily, "Do you not read suffering within my own eyes? Have I not lost someone whom I love as well? As your heart pains you, mine pains just as well. You come in search of pity? Well here you will not receive it. I have too much to abide as it is already."

He turned away, his hands pulling free from Wufei's. The Dragon Lord said nothing in reply. He only sat quietly for a moment, his mind running things through as his emotions struggled to come to order. Quatre waited patiently, knowing that Wufei would not leave as of yet. And then he felt a hand rest on his shoulder, urging him to face the ebony-eyed dragon once again.

"Forgive me, Quatre.", Wufei said in apology, a hand rising to cup Quatre's face, "I have allowed my sorrows to blind me of your own. However, you must understand; I feel as if I have lost everything."

The two now sat mere inches away, Quatre's eyes looking into Wufei's as the Dragon Lord began to silently cry. He raised a hand to wipe away the tears, resting his forehead against Wufei's.

"You have not lost everything.", Quatre whispered in comfort, wiping away another tear, "Am I not still here? Do you not still have me?"

"Yes, meleth nin.", Wufei responded, his lips now brushing Quatre's, "I still have you, and for that I am grateful."

With that the Elvin King pressed his lips to Wufei's, both gently and yet desperately clinging to each other. It was short and it was Quatre who broke it, pulling away to stare into metallic eyes. With a smile he stood, pulling Wufei to stand with him. He led him from the gardens into the palace and the dragon followed obediently. Those who were still in the halls watched as the two made their way to Quatre's chambers, many pretending as if they hadn't noticed them at all. It wasn't long before they were standing in front of Quatre's doors and Wufei stopped them, the elf turning back to look at him with confusion.

"Why do you bring me here?", Wufei questioned, his face holding a frown, "What will happen behind these doors?"

With another smile, Quatre kissed Wufei in reassurance before reaching out to open the doors.

"I have something to show you.", he announced as they entered, Wufei anxiously following, "Or should I say someone?"

As he was taken to the bed, Wufei froze. His eyes widened they rested on the small girl who lay upon it, her small body heavily bandaged. Slowly, he moved forward, sitting on the bed cautiously so as not to jar it. He did not wish to wake her, even though he truly did not believe that she was lying there in front of him.

"Meiran?", he softly called in disbelief.

At the slight call of her name, the girl opened her eyes. They landed onto her father and she raised a hand out to reach for him. Wufei took it, cradling the smaller hand in his palm. He smiled down at her, even as a single tear ran down his face.

"Aba?", she asked weakly, her own eyes tearing.

Wufei nodded, feeling her try to tighten her hold on his hand. She whimpered in pain and Wufei reached out to sooth her, smoothing back her hair.

"I'melo, aba.", she told him and Wufei comforted her as much as he could.

"I know, lano.", he told her, with a kiss to her hand, "It will pass in due time. Sleep now."

"Will you be here when I wake again?", she asked in a frightened voice, her eyes barely staying open.

"I promise, Meiran.", he told her, leaning down to kiss her forehead, "I will be here when you wake in the morning."

With a small sigh she finally closed her eyes, Wufei watching as she fell into a deep sleep. When he was sure that she would not wake again, he looked up to Quatre, who silently stood beside him.

"Where did you find her?", he asked him, "What has happened to her? Where are the others?"

Quatre gently rested a finger to Wufei's lips to stop his questions before he could ask more of them, giving him the chance to answer those that were already asked.

"She was left by both Treize and Relena for their servants to do with her as they pleased. She suffered many injuries and fortunately she was able to escape. With fractured wings, she forced her way through the skies trying to reach you, but she turned for Myrthril instead. I found her near death on my balcony and I have barely left her side since."

"And the others?", Wufei asked impatiently, moving Quatre's hand from his mouth, "What about the others?"

Quatre gave him a sad look before seating himself beside him and taking Wufei's hand in his.

"Though they are still alive, I fear for their lives.", he said softly, "Your son is in Treize's stead and your daughters in Relena's. I have no idea as to what those two are planning to do with them, but I know it is not death. It is a fate much worse."

Not knowing what to do, Wufei closed his eyes, leaning forward onto Quatre's shoulder. The elf gently petted his hair as the dragon wrapped desperate arms around him.

"Guide me, Quatre.", Wufei begged, near tears again, "For I know not what to do."

"Be thankful for what you have at the moment.", Quatre whispered, his arms wrapping around the broken dragon, "Meiran is here and the others are still alive. Your blood still lives and your friends still stand beside you. You need only to find your way to them again."

"You mean to tell me that we must return to Duo.", Wufei said softly, his own weariness setting in, "That we can not stay apart from them."

"Yes.", Quatre admitted, "We must find our way back to them; they need us."

"As we need them."

The two became silent, listening to the fledglings steady breathing as Meiran slept beside them. It wasn't long before Wufei was falling asleep himself, having been tired since he first set off for Myrthril.

"We leave tomorrow.", he said with a yawn, motioning Quatre to lay on the bed with him, "Promise me that Meiran will be safe here, that no harm will reach her."

Finding a much more comfortable position on the bed, Quatre placed a kiss to the top of Wufei's head, his hand intertwining with the dragon's.

"I promise you that she will be safe here.", he swore sleepily, his eyes closing, "Just as you will be safe here beside me as well."

"Thank you, meleth nin.", Wufei murmured softly, "I would be lost without you."

They were soon asleep, joining Meiran who now slept much more soundly. In the morning, they would have to wake again to the cruel and harsh reality, but for now they worried about nothing as they slept peacefully within each others arms.

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After many hours of traveling, Angelus and the rest were now in front of the large crystal palace that served as the lair for the Northern Witch. They had tried their best to reach before sundown, but the sun had disappeared exactly a half hour ago. It would now be nearly impossible to find the entryway.

Angelus looked up at the large structure, his eyes searching frantically for its doorway. It would seem that they would have to sleep out in front of it. In the morning's light, they will be shown the way. The slight murmur from Trowa, caused him to look down at the boy, watching as his eyes struggled to open. His attention was then turned to Milliardo, who pointed out a path lighted by mage light.

"It seems we are being shown the way.", the wind god pointed out, the rest agreeing.

"We were expected.", Angelus told them, riding ahead, "We must not disappoint our hosts."

As their horses trotted off, the slight jarring roused Trowa to wake, his eyes opening to find the large shining castle above him. He could only wonder if he was dead. Was this what the Heavens looked like? He would have doubted that he was dead if in fact he hadn't turned his head to find three women dressed in white come to greet him. It was Angelus' voice however that brought him back to reality.

If he was not in the Heavens, where was he? As he slowly came to, Trowa found himself cradled in Angelus' arms and he wasn't quite sure why. However, he didn't know what had happened for the past few hours he had been out. His eyes closed as he heard Angelus whisper for him to rest again, he would worry where he was later.

The three witches looked up at their mounted visitors and they bowed their heads in greeting, before smiling up to them. A blond-haired witch stepped forward, her eyes connecting with Duo's and he froze as her voice traveled through his mind.

We have been waiting for you, lost one. She will reveal what you secretly know.

He turned away from her, not knowing why the thought of someone inside of his head was so scary. Wufei was there all the time. However, he did not know her as well as he did Wufei. To him she was a stranger.

"We know what has brought you to Thilivern Cardhon, oh Great Seer.", she announced, her eyes now looking to Angelus, "And the Venerable Mother knows as well. She awaits you in her lair."

"But only one may enter.", another witch put in, this one a brunette, "The one whom she wishes to see with her own eyes."

"And who is that?", Milliardo asked, already knowing the answer, "Which one does she ask for?"

"She wishes to see the lost one.", the last witch answered, her hair red, "She will see no other and we shall take no other."

Three pair of eyes set themselves on Duo, who shrank away from their gaze. They were putting him in an uncomfortable situation and he did not like to be uncomfortable. Who knew what this Northern Witch wanted of him. She could be working for Relena for all he knew. What reason did he have to trust her?

And what reason do you have not to trust me, lost one?

The new voice surprised him and his eyes traveled skyward to the tallest tower where he could see a dimly lit window. Was that where she was? It would take forever to reach up there. Duo felt himself sulk at the thought.

And where are your wings?

"My wings?", Duo asked aloud.

His mind ran over Wufei and he felt loss return to him. Wufei was no longer with them and he wasn't sure if the dragon would ever return.

I see you have lost them, so I will show you the way. You must follow my Sisters and you must not look back.

"She awaits you, lost one.", the blond announced, holding out her hand, "We will bring you to her."

"And if I go, can I be sure that no harm will come to me?", he questioned warily.

"Duo."

At the call of his name, he looked to Heero, the Fairy King reaching out to rest a hand on his.

"Ni mala wel cum on yu.", Heero reassured him in Faninfir, his hand gently squeezing Duo's, "I will not allow it."

With a nod, Duo turned back to the three women ahead of them, nodding to them as well. He then slowly climbed off his horse, hesitating for another moment more before walking toward them.

"Come now, lost one.", the brunette urged, taking Duo by the hand.

"She waits.", the last witch said, looking back to the rest, "And you must wait for him here."

They watched as Duo slowly disappeared, Heero having the slightest of fears that his love would not return to him. It was not known if the Northern Witch served Relena or not. How could he truly believe that Duo would reappear once again?

"You must have faith, Fairy King.", Angelus said, looking to him, "That is all you would ever need."

Feeling somewhat ashamed, Heero murmured an apology, his eyes looking downward. Faith. He was not sure if he could place the life of his lover on the line for it. Yet now, he had no other choice. He would sit here and wait, just as the others did.

"Faith.", he repeated to himself, trying to gain reassurance from it, "I must have faith."

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Duo had been led to the large front doors of the palace, his guides gently pulling him the entire way. His heart was pounding as he grew closer, the doors slowly creaking open to reveal the entrance and blinding white light. He looked confused as the three witches directed him to the door and his eyes rose to the tower.

"Isn't she up there?", he asked and they nodded.

"And she is beyond the door.", the blond stated, her Sisters leading him to it.

"And that door will take me up there?", Duo asked, still puzzled, "Or must I find the way on my own when I enter?"

"You will see.", the second witch said with a smile.

"Once you enter the door.", the last completed for her.

Then they fell silent, stepping to the side as Duo stood alone before the door. It seemed as if they would not say another word to him or go another step. He would be on his own from here on out. With a deep breath Duo stepped forward, stretching out a hand to reach in first. He quickly pulled it back, satisfied to find that it wasn't disfigured in any way. Then with another deep breath he closed his eyes, letting his feet carry him through the doorway.

He kept his eyes shut as he heard the doors swing shut behind him. Whatever was in front of him, he did not want to know what it was. What if there was no Northern Witch and he had been led to inevitable doom? Then he felt her presence and Duo knew he was here for an entirely different reason than he suspected.

"Salvin, jeven Duo.", a gentle voice greeted, Duo opening his eyes, "I am the Venerable Mother of the Witches. You may call me Lady Une."

Feeling it was proper to do so, Duo gave a bow. Une watched as he straightened, her eyes taking in the boy that stood before her; the lost one of her dreams. He had plagued her for the past few nights and she had guided him toward her, though he did not know it. She stepped forward, her feet taking her to circle around him and Duo stood unable to move. She returned to her original position, her eyes never leaving his.

"Yait hos trad'yu on h'a?", she asked, using the tongue of the fairies.

Did he know it? She could only wonder. He went to answer, but he decided against it. Maybe he was not who he seemed to be?

"You hesitate?", she asked him with a frown, "Why?"

There was a long moment of silence before Duo decided to answer, surprising her with his knowledge of this foreign tongue.

"I'tran tho I'us trad hare is tho I'pid i'e viar cala."

"And now?"

"I'necta tho I'da nin des d'a on vitnem."

"And why is that?"

"I'da nin nu."

"Could it be that you are already home?", she asked him.

Duo slowly shook his head, though he pondered the question. Did he feel that he was already home? He had been here only a few days and already he was forgetting about what he had left behind. His mother and father, they were worried sick about him, this he knew. They were all that he had back home. Here he had new friends and a new lover. Was he home? No. As much as he wanted to believe it, as much as he thought he felt it; this was not his home.

"No.", he finally answered, "My home is-"

"Here.", Une finished for him, gesturing outside of the large window, "This is your home, Duo and you know it. You feel it in your heart that this is where you belong. You are home, young Duo and you believe it."

Duo looked away from her, knowing that she was telling the truth. However, he was still having difficulty coming to terms with it.

"I-"

"Tell me, Duo.", she interrupted, causing the boy to look back at her, "When you are with Heero, what do you feel?"

There was no hesitation with this answer. He knew what he felt and he did not deny it. However, he found it suddenly hard to word it.

"I feel. . ."

"As if you have loved him before.", Une provided with a smile, "As if you have had his heart once."

Duo began to nod in agreement but he stopped as his guilt from earlier was returning.

"But the prince-"

"Where is he, Duo?", Une interrupted to ask him, "You claim to be in search of him, do you not? Yet you have not yet looked for him at all."

"And you know where he is?", Duo asked her and she nodded, "Then where is he?"

She gave him a smile, her eyes guiding Duo's to a set of double doors to his left. She gestured him toward it with her hand and he slowly turned to face it.

"He is behind those doors, Duo.", she said to him, urging him forward, "You need only open them and look past the shadows and he will be revealed."

Looking back to her one last time, Duo turned to the doors, closing the distance between them. With shaky hands he grabbed the twisted metal of its latches before slowly pulling it open. He was met by a blurred image of a boy about his age. He looked back in confusion at Une, who only motioned for him to look again. He did so, this time finding the image began to clear and he gasped as the boy came into view.

He found himself staring back in wide-eyed bafflement at himself and he shook his head in disbelief. It was only then that he noticed that he was staring into a large mirror and not some doorway to a portal. He was the prince all along?

"No.", he said, still shaking his head, "It's not true."

"Yes, Duo.", Une replied walking forward, "It is true. The prince has been with you all along. He was never a different person. You and he are one and the same."

Slamming the doors shut, Duo backed away from the mirror, nearly stumbling over in his haste.

"It can't be.", he repeated, looking back to Une to glare angrily at her, "I don't believe you!"

As the boy turned to anger, Une found it best to tell Duo all he needed to know. He had been kept in the dark long enough. Now the truth had to be revealed and it seemed that she would be the one to do so.

She drew closer to Duo, resting a hand on the small of his back as she led him once again to the mirror. The doors swung open as they stood before it and Duo watched as a familiar castle formed before his eyes. Why did he feel that he knew it?

"Centuries ago you and Heero were lovers, bound to be together for all eternity.", Une started, Duo watching images pass before him as she told her tale, "But you were slain in jealousy and Heero's heart was stolen from him. It was Relena's instruction for the Great Wind to scatter the shards, keeping that which you had for herself. Doing as was bid, Milliardo came across you, still alive but barely holding on. He brought you here to Thilivern Cardhon and begged for my Sister's help. She could not refuse him and so she carried you away to another realm to start life anew."

A picture of his mother holding him as a newborn was presented to him and he turned to Une with question in his eyes.

"Why?", he simply asked and Une pointed at the mirror.

"If Relena had known that you were alive, she would have never stopped trying to be rid of you. So my Sister saved you and you were reborn to new parents. She decided to stay with you, in the event that Relena ever discovered where you were. She chose a mortal life for you. You knew her as your grandmother."

"Grandma Alice.", Duo said aloud, feeling his heart clench.

"Yes.", Une said sadly herself, "That is what you called her. I knew her as Aelis, Venerable Mother of the Witches. She left this realm, as well as her immortality behind her. She took only you and the gift which you received from Heero long ago. It was given to you by Heero at the celebration of your birth."

"At my birth?", Duo asked perplexed, a frown on his face, "Heero told me that I received it when I was older."

"In the form of a jewel, yes.", Une corrected, "He gave it to you when you were fifteen years of age, but you received it much earlier than that."

Her hand passed over the mirror and the images swirled together before it returned to show a large mass of people gathered around a wooden cradle. It sat before a man and woman who were seated on their thrones, their eyes showing the pride Duo knew they felt. This was his mother and father; his true parents.

"At your birth, young prince of Rothelan, all came to see you and from all kinds you received a gift. From Men you gained loyalty and from the Elves you received a horse of Elvish breed, which in turn brought you immortality."

Duo smiled at the image of Tamsin beside his cradle, the horse nudging gently against the baby inside it.

"From the Dragons you gained a guardian and ally, Wufei vowing to always be by your side when you were in need of him. Though he is not here now, he is with you still."

Duo watched as the mirror revealed him as a small child, the large dragon lying lazily as he whipped his tail back and forth, watching as Duo chased it in amusement. He smiled as he watched himself catch it, hugging onto it with a triumphant grin directed to Wufei, who only snorted in slight annoyance. The image faded and it was once again just a mirror.

"From the Dwarves you gained endless jewels for your vaults and treasuries.", Une continued and then Heero appeared in the mirror before them.

"And from Heero?', Duo asked, watching as the fairy peeked into the cradle.

"The Fairy King had not planned to look upon a newborn child and find himself in love.", she explained to him, letting Duo watch his past replay in front of his eyes, "To those present he gave a sword forged with Farinian steel and given an Elvish name. But to you, Duo, he gave his heart. That is why when Relena took it from you, it was replaced by another. It can never be truly stolen from you. And the one that she holds now is only an illusion. It is yours, Duo. It belongs to no one else."

Duo's hand unwillingly rose to reach for the necklace that was not there. His eyes looked up to Une and she read within him that he was unsure of all he was told.

"How can I have it, if it isn't with me?", he asked her in hope of an answer, "She has one of her own and I lost the one that I had."

"Call to it, Duo.", she simply said, "Bring it to you."

Doing as was told, Duo closed his eyes, letting his heart call out for Heero's.

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Relena sat at her throne, Ming Ue and Lin Yao at her feet. They were dressed in new clothes and were occupied at the moment with new dolls that were given to them. Treize was off with the boy, having told Relena that he had different plans for him. She didn't care, she had her two little girls and she was satisfied for now. In her hand she hung before her the shard of Heero's heart, watching as it gleamed in the firelight. It would not be long before she would have its owner as well. She began to laugh to herself at the thought, feeling her excitement grow. It came to an abrupt stop as the jewel began to shine brighter, as if producing its own light. Then in an instant it disappeared, leaving Relena with just a piece of woven fabric.

She stood from her throne, her eyes staring in disbelief at the lone necklace as her mind raced to figure out what exactly had just happened. When she could not explain it, she gave a shriek of pure rage, the two girls below her jumping at the sudden outburst. Her eyes looked out of a window to pin angrily on the North where Thilivern Cardhon was located. It had to be the work of that damned Witch and she was now fuming. This was the last straw. Whether he was the prince or not, that boy would die and Heero along with all of this earth's kingdoms would be hers.

Milliardo sat quietly atop his horse, his eyes focused on the now dark pathway that Duo had been taken. It had been a long while since the boy had left and he had yet to return. Heero was worrying and Angelus was as well. So he found no need to worry himself, since those two were doing enough of it for them all.

As another moment passed, Milliardo felt a small throb from where Duo's necklace hid between the folds of his robes. Pulling it free, he hung it in front of him, his eyes watching as it pulsed. It had caught the attention of Angelus, who then turned his eyes skyward. With one last pulse of light it was gone and Milliardo's hand held nothing in it. The flutter of wings was his only warning and he turned to find that Trowa was now leaning forward on Aelin with no one behind him.

His eyes looked to the night sky, where Angelus now flew. His lover was going to the Witch's lair against her warning that he was not allowed there. He only shook his head, knowing that even if he called out to him now, Angelus was too stubborn to listen. He would only wait for his return, knowing that when he did come back, there would be truths brought to light. He looked to Heero, who still watched expectantly at the path ahead for his lover. He smiled at him, resting a reassuring hand on the king's shoulder.

"Be patient, my friend.", he said softly, Heero relaxing, "He will return. Just wait and see."

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Duo gasped as he felt the weight of the necklace around his neck, opening his eyes to look down at it, while his fingers toyed with it in astonishment.

"Then I truly am the prince?", he asked aloud, Une smiling down at him.

"And Heero truly is your lover."

Yes. Now he believed. He had always believed. Yet now he had no doubts, no guilt. He was who she said he was and he would always be. He let himself give a small laugh and Une joined him, the two staring at the ruby-colored shard in wonder. It was when a cold shiver ran down his spine that Duo remembered. Relena would soon be aware of who he was if she didn't already know and that meant that she would have him killed. He had no idea what to do now, so he turned to Lady Une for guidance.

"What does this all mean?", Duo asked her almost desperately, "What must I do now?"

Une shushed him, taking Duo by the shoulder and looking him in the eye. She could see that he was scared and she could not blame him. His life was now in more danger than it had been before.

"Be calm, my prince.", she whispered tenderly, Duo calming, "Be calm; I will guide you. Now I know you are weary of travel, but you have one final destination."

"And where's that?"

"Beyond the Shadows of the Dark Lands lay the Barrens; a place of ghosts, lost souls and fallen cities. It is there you must go to, to finally come face to face with another side of your past. Danger, old and new, lurks near but you must overcome it. Loved ones will be lost and battle will be unavoidable. Relena has grown strong and grows stronger still. She is nearly invincible."

"Nearly?", Duo asked, now intrigued.

"In the ruins of Rothelan lays your blade upon your father's tomb, son of Grengar. Blessed by the Goddess, it is now the only blade that will end Relena's life and only you can wield it."

Duo listened carefully, letting all he was told seep in. It all sounded like a good plan, but he still had his concerns. What if he wasn't able to go through with it?

"What if I fail?", he finally asked her.

"Do you think you will fail?", she replied with a question of her own.

Duo paused for a moment, his hand toying with the shard that hung from his neck as he thought things through. After much deliberation, he finally shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm not sure.", he told her and she shrugged herself.

"Then I am not sure of what will happen. Failure, Duo, is a choice. Do you choose it?"

"No, but-"

"Then there is nothing for you to worry about. You are blessed, young heir of Rothelan. You need not fear what is ahead."

Duo fell quiet again, his eyes staring off into the distance at nothing in particular. His mind was running over ten thousand thoughts at once, and he was trying his best to grab hold of just one. He was finally able to and he looked up at her when he felt the need to ask a question. She smiled back at him, patiently waiting.

"Lady Une?", he started hesitantly.

"Yes, my child. What is it?"

"What will happen when all of this is over? When everything is done?"

"That, my child, is for you to decide on your own at that moment. And what you decide then will depend on what you choose to do now. To go off into the Barrens means that you choose to fight, you choose to win. Even with great losses in your stead, there are even greater gains. I trust you will choose wisely. And I know that those who love you will follow your every step. You need only lead the way."

Duo nodded, watching as she reached out a hand, holding within it a large auburn-colored gem. He opened his palm to take it, watching as it gave off a light bright enough to force him to shield his eyes, before dimming as she closed his hand around it.

"In parting I give to you a gift, this star of guidance. It is the Úrin Mír. And with it you will be guided to your final destination and shown the way through darkness and shadow to Ithildin, the blade of the Goddess. It was a gift that was truly from her, given to you by Heero in her place. May you journey safely on the road ahead and may you live happily."

"Thank you, Lady."

The large doors opened, revealing the three witches from before. They were there to guide him back and he looked to Lady Une one last time.

"Go now.", she gently ordered him, kissing him goodbye, "Return to those who wait for you."

"Goodbye, Lady Une."

With his parting words, Duo left with his three guides to lead the way back and Une watched him go.

"Goodbye, young prince.", she said softy as the doors closed.

She turned away from them, going to the one window that graced the room, watching as Duo walked behind her Sisters to where his friends were waiting for them. She did not turn to greet him, though she knew that he had been there for some time now.

"I know what it is you see, oh Great Seer.", she started, in a low and sad tone, "And sadly, I see it as well."

She turned to face him, watching Angelus move forward from the shadows, his blue eyes gazing at her intently. He gave her a bow and low apology for intruding where he was not allowed.

"His life will be lost and none will be able to revive him.", she revealed, Angelus standing straight, "But he must make this final journey or Relena will bring forth a terrible rule; one of darkness and destruction. I will not see it so."

"What would you have me do, Venerable Mother?" , he asked her, moving closer.

"I would have you follow him and look over him while you can. One amongst you draws away against his will and may lose his life.

"My brother's work?"

"A power far greater and much worse.", she told him in warning, "Remius is dying-"

"This I know.", Angelus interrupted, not wanting to touch this subject.

Une ignored him, looking Angelus directly in the eye.

"To be saved.", she finished calmly, resting a hand upon the Seer's cheek, "He can be, but you are not the one who will save him. And you See this."

"What you say is true.", Angelus admitted, turning away, "And I know it as well."

"Guide them, Angelus and watch over them. They have gained their prince but they shall lose him once more."

"I will heed your word, Lady and I now take my leave."

Une watched as the silver-haired man took the shape of a dove, taking flight into the night sky outside of her window. She watched him for a moment longer, before her eyes rested on the group below. What they were soon to face would not stand well with any of them if they were to know.

Her eyes then settled in the distance where she could hear Relena's angered screams reach the skies. She was now enraged and would stop at nothing to get revenge. She did not know if it would help, but at the moment it seemed all she could do. Folding her hands before her chest, Lady Une bowed her head before she started in prayer. Her watching eyes and Angelus' guidance would not be enough, she knew this. It was a last resort and a desperate turn to faith; Une prayed for the Goddess to help them.

T.B.C.

TADA! Another chapter with a cliffhanger. I have to apologize to those who are angry at me for cutting this short but I had no choice. Writer's block kicked me in the fanny. O.o' Aywho, let's get to those translations.

Translations - Faninfir

Ni mala wel cum on yu. – No harm will come to you.

Salvin, jeven Duo. – Welcome, young Duo.

Yait hos trad'yu on h'a? – What has brought you to me?

I'tran tho I'us trad hare is tho I'pid i'e viar cala. – I thought that I was brought here so that I could be sent home.

I'necta tho I'da nin des on vitnem. – I find that I do not wish to return.

I'da nin nu. - I do not know.

Aba – Father

I'melo, aba. – I hurt, father.

Lano – Love, as in a pet name sort of thing. The emotion would be lona.

Elvish

Adar - Father

Mellon - Friend

Namárie - Goodbye

Nin - My

Meleth - Love

Yondo - Son

Aryon - Prince

Aran/Háron - King

Gurth - Death

Thilivern Cardhon - White Castle

Ithildin - Moonsilver

Úrin Mír - Sun Jewel

I believe that's everything. Um, please leave reviews and the likes. I really need them to keep going. Well, love ya bunches and what not. Toodles!