Author's Note: So this is it; the story is winding down to the end. I hope I don't disappoint you all. I want to apologize for the previous chapter. I made stupid mistakes like when I meant to put Myrthril (elfin kingdom) I kept putting Elinhir (fairy kingdom). Yeah so, I noticed that I had to split it this chapter in two or it would have been ridiculously long. There's one more chapter after this and then an epilogue which I am trying my best with. I will have everything done by August. I promise you. I apologize for any mistakes that I missed. My grammar is horrible, I know. Okay then. That is all. Go and read.

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The three that were left behind sat together in silence as they waited both patiently and anxiously for Duo's return. Triton had been awake for a few minutes now, the boy shivering even though it was a warm summer's night. Milliardo, though he had his doubts, gave fault to his lack of clothing. He was after all wrapped only in Angelus' cloak. He was still without any other clothing. What gave the wind god his doubts of Triton's being cold, was the sheen of sweat that was covering whatever inch of the boy's body that wasn't covered.

His blue eyes studied him for a few moments longer, before he urged Windstorm to move closer to the boy so that he could reach out a hand to rest it on Triton's shoulder.

"Triton?", he called softly, his hand slightly squeezing the boy's shoulder.

He watched as Triton's eyes closed, the boy's face holding the pinched look as if he was in pain. He frowned as he watched the boy begin panting, doubling over with a small groan. With one last glance back at Heero, who's eyes were still set on the path ahead of them, he turned back to Triton who was no longer in pain but was still trembling. He leaned forward, so that he could speak lowly and not have Heero hear him, his arm going around the boy's shoulder.

"Trowa?"

At the call of his name, Trowa slowly looked up to the blond, his face holding a frown while his eyes held the question he didn't word.

"I know your name because Angelus spoke it once.", Milliardo answered, watching Trowa look away, "Are you alright? Is something wrong?"

The boy only slowly shook his head, letting his head bow as his eyes began to close. Milliardo carefully shook him, pulling the boy back from the sleep he was almost caught in.

"What troubles you?", he asked now, turning Trowa so that the boy could look up at him.

Trowa had no answer, only another small shake of his head before he turned away again, leaning forward to hug onto the horse. It gave a comforting whinny and Trowa felt his eyes droop again, this time not responding when Milliardo tried to shake him from sleep. With a sigh Milliardo turned away, now confused and very worried for the green-eyed boy.

He had no time to think on it as his attention was soon drawn to Heero, who had gotten down off of his horse. He was heading in the direction that the three witches had led Duo and Milliardo knew that it probably meant that they were returning. He looked ahead through the shadow ridden path and found the small group returning.

The mage lights that were posted amongst the bordering trees of the path lit as they drew closer, Milliardo catching sight of the braided youth amongst them. He took Heero's example and climbed down off of his horse as well, walking beside the Fairy King and stopping him from going any further. Their eyes watched as the three women drew closer. Heero had begun to breathe more easily at the sight of Duo's return. However, it didn't last long as his eyes caught the glimmer of a stone hanging from the boy's neck.

"It can't be.", he muttered under his breath, moving forward.

Milliardo rested a hand on his arm to stop him but Heero only pulled free, his feet carrying him to the four that were still somewhat away. The blond would have gone after him but a hand on his shoulder stopped him and he looked to find Angelus had returned as well.

"Let him go, Milliardo.", Angelus said with a small smile, "It's alright."

Angelus then looked to his horse, where Trowa was now slowly waking.

"Angelus, what's going on?", Milliardo asked him.

Angelus gave a smile at Milliardo's sudden look of bafflement and he couldn't help but give his lover a kiss.

"I really do love it when you're confused.", he said as he pulled away.

He received only a scoff from the wind god, who then gently pushed passed him to follow behind Heero. If Angelus wasn't going to explain things for him, he'd find out for himself. With a smile on his face Angelus followed after his lover, though he didn't have much of a choice since the wind was pushing him in that direction.

Heero soon found himself face to face with Duo, his colbat eyes staring down into violet. The three women watched them intently, their faces holding small smiles. Heero's hand rose to the ruby, his fingers lifting it somewhat to look down at it in disbelief.

"Where did you get this?", he asked, his eyes rising to Duo's again.

Duo's hand rose to close Heero's around the ruby, the prince frowning as he felt it begin to pulse in the same rhythm as his heart.

"You gave it to me.", Duo said with a smile.

"But-"

"Duo was missing only because he was taken away for his own life's safety."

At Angelus' voice, Heero looked to the Seer, the man standing side-by-side with Milliardo.

"Relena had tried to kill him.", he continued to explain, "If she had known of her failure she would have gone after him again. However, Milliardo had taken the prince away to the Northern Witch of long ago. She left with him and Duo was made to start life anew."

Angelus watched as Heero looked back to Duo, the king still looking as if he didn't believe an entire word that he had said. He stepped forward, letting a hand rest on Heero's back and pushed the fairy closer.

"What is there not to believe, Heero?", he asked, watching the two stare at each other, "You knew since you met him that he was yours."

Heero frowned for a moment, his eyes then looking up to Angelus and Milliardo. He had an idea that the two deities now beside them had always known. He decided to ask them for himself.

"You knew, didn't you?", he asked them calmly, "Since the first time you saw him, you knew."

Milliardo smiled and Angelus nodded, the two bowing their heads a little in slight shame.

"Yes, well, we had seen him by ways of magic.", Milliardo explained, "And though he was shown to us, we did not truly believe. However, when we laid eyes on him in Elinhir, there was no doubt."

Turning back to the boy in front of him, Heero stared into those eyes for what seemed to the others long moments. It was ended when the Fairy King gave a smile, grabbing the young boy and pulling him closer to take familiar lips into a kiss. The two deities watched on with smiles and the three witches gave low joyous laughs.

This union had been seen by the five of them, six including the Venerable Mother and to see it come true was a reason to smile. However, like before they did not have time to linger. They had to leave Thilivern Cardhon quickly, if Une was right in every word she said, Relena was not far behind. Especially now that she was most likely aware that Duo was the one person she despised more than anything.

"Sorry to interrupt.", Angelus apologized, the two breaking apart, "But we must get going. Our last destination isn't far, but we mustn't lose time."

"Yes.", the brunette witch agreed, "I will show you the way."

Her hands rose as she turned southwest, an incantation falling from her lips. From her palms beams of light shot forth, the small group having to flinch from the bright beam. When they turned, they were shown a pathway lighted as if it was already day. As she lowered her hands, her two Sisters moved in closer to Duo, the red-head resting a hand on her shoulder.

"You have our guidance to the borders of the Dark Lands, but that is as far as our light will guide you.", she informed him, resting a hand over the jewel concealed in the folds of his shirt, "This however, will guide you further than that and through the Barrens as well."

"A word of caution.", the blonde warned, Duo listening intently, "The light parts only what is ahead."

Duo nodded in understanding, watching as the three women regrouped, standing to see them off. He looked to Heero, who had yet to let him go and he smiled up to the Fairy King, feeling the ruby pulse as his heart began to race. This feeling he was unable to describe, but he could say that he was more than happy. This is what he had always wanted and to have it now, it was unbelievable. He was unable to stop himself as he brought his lips to Heero's, the king not hesitating to take part in the passionate kiss.

"It seems Angelus that you must stop at an inn this night.", the blonde commented, the others giggling, "For the heat these two have found can only be quelled within a bed."

At the comment the two lovers pulled apart, both blushing as the others began to laugh. When the laughter died, Angelus gently urged them to their horses so that they could be on their way. Morning would be upon them in a matter of hours and stopping at an inn didn't seem like such a bad idea. The horses did need rest and Trowa seemed to be growing a fever that threatened to rise higher with each passing moment.

His eye traveled to his new found lover, whose eyes sent him a message that his body quickly responded to. Yes, there was that as well. It wouldn't hurt to set foot inside of an inn tonight. He would only make sure they left as soon as the sun broke through the horizon. He climbed atop his horse, taking hold of the once again unconscious boy and the reigns. With a look to the three witches, he watched them part to show the way in which they would travel.

"Travel safely, Great Seer.", they chimed in unison, Angelus nodding, "For the long journey to come to an end, you must begin one anew."

With a look to the rest he headed off to lead the way, mentally promising Aelin rest and an endless supply of food after they reached the next town. Milliardo followed with Heero behind him, Duo lagging behind as he felt the three witches had more to say to him. Their eyes connected with his and he allowed them to move closer, though he was still somewhat unsure of them.

"You have found those you love, lost one.", the red-head started, her Sisters agreeing, "But heartache will befall you."

"The snake has struck.", the blonde added, the brunette finishing.

"Though who is it that will extract its poison and will it happen in time if it happens at all?"

Duo frowned in confusion, not knowing what they meant. What snake were they talking of? Or maybe it was a riddle of some sort? Then again, he wasn't very good at riddles. This could be one of those warnings that he would figure out at the last minute. Still, it was better late than never. He would have asked questions, but Tamsin was beginning to fuss, fighting Duo's restraint to follow after the others.

"Go, jeven Duo."

At the voice, Duo looked to the tall tower's solitary window, finding the shape of Une in it.

"Do not linger here.", she told him, her voice carrying surprisingly clear on the wind, "Danger is near."

With a goodbye Duo did as told, allowing Tamsin the freedom to gallop off after the others. The urge to look back was cut short as the witch's warning replayed in his mind.

You must not turn back.

Tightening his hold on the reigns, Duo urged Tamsin to go faster, feeling that he had only just escaped something horrible. Had he gone against his warnings, he would have watched as Thilivern Cardhon was swallowed by the swarm of Relena's dark army. He would have fall witness to the beginning of a war which was unavoidable.

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Wufei watched down at the bandaged and frowning face of his daughter, his own frown set upon his face as well. They had both been glaring at each other since Quatre gave Meiran the news that Myrthril wasn't safe enough for her to stay there and she would be taken to the mines within Milthrop city. She had loudly objected and Wufei had then loudly scolded her. It had then turned into a contest as to who could glare the longest.

It had lasted the entire trip to Milthrop, both father and daughter still determined not to be the first to turn away and at the moment Quatre wasn't sure who was winning. He didn't care is more like it, what he did care about was that they left as soon as possible. They had left well before dawn and it was still early, however it was passing too quickly. They had to find the others and rejoin them. And knowing that they were no longer at Thilivern Cardhon, the two would have to go in search of them.

"Wu-"

He wasn't able to start his sentence since Wufei's hand was held up to silence him. He sighed and sat himself on a large rock, resting his chin in his palms as he continued to watch the two dragons refuse to give in. Wufei was the first to make a change, his frown falling as he went to one knee and took hold of Meiran by her shoulder. His eyes looked into mirrored silver and he gave a small smile.

"Meiran.", he softly started, stroking ebony locks, "You know that I would never allow anything to happen to you again. I would not be able to bear it. My journey is not a safe one. That is why you must stay here."

The frown never left her face and her jaw clenched just a bit tighter. She was going to continue to be stubborn about it. Meaning that they would not be able to leave here for another two hours. However, what her father had misinterpreted as her being stubborn, was actually her attempt not to cry. He could see the tears welling in her eyes and he softly cooed comfortingly, stroking away the few that began to fall. She did understand that he had to leave her after only just finding her. However, that didn't mean that she had to agree. As her father continued to soothe her in Faninfir as best as he could. It was a language he didn't know too well and she amazingly mastered it; and she wasonly a year and some months.

After a moment, she solemnly nodded in agreement and understanding.

"I'awe suru, lano.", he apologized, bringing her into a hug, "I do not wish to leave you but I must."

"Just promise me that you'll be back.", she nearly sobbed, burying her face in his shoulders, "That you will return."

"I promise you.", Wufei assured her, "I will be back for you."

As he pulled away to stand, Meiran scrubbed her face with the back of her hand before silver eyes looked up to her father. Two dwarves now stood beside her, there to escort her deeper into the mines where she and the dwarves would be locked away from harm. With word of Relena's current state of mind, the dwarves found it best to sit this battle out. Cowardly it may seem to some, but it would mean the avoidance of losing many of their already depleting race. Knowing it was time for them to part, Meiran stared up into her father's eyes.

"I'lona yu, aba.", she told him sadly, wanting to embrace him again, "I'll be waiting for you. Don't disappoint me."

Wufei nodded, watching as his daughter was then led off and knowing that although he promised otherwise he may never see her again. He felt his heart sink as she finally disappeared, the large doors of Milthrop's cavernous retreat shutting behind her.

"I love you, also, Meiran.", Wufei muttered softly, his eyes staring after her even after she had gone, "I will try my best not to fail you; not again."

Turning to Quatre, the elf having been standing behind him, he accepted the embrace his friend had waiting for him. It did not last long however. They were intent on finding Duo and the others. With their horses having gone off to search on their own, Wufei and Quatre took to the sky for a higher view. Between the four of them, the small troupe was bound to be found before nightfall.

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Treize sat quietly upon his throne, his eyes concentrating onto the small dragon that sat not too far away from him. He had taken the boy into the Dark Lands, since he had needed his rest. The little maneuver that Angelus had pulled back in Elinhir had wounded him more than he had expected. He was healed now, but he was feeling quite weary. He and Relena had agreed to get a good night's rest at home.

With the two little girls' hands in hers, she went off to her dark castle and Treize had returned to the Dark Lands with Dao Long in tow. The boy had barely said but two words since he had been separated from his sisters and he only took to sitting in the chair provided for him and staring off into the horizon. Last night, Treize had been able to hear the sobs echo through the halls from the boy's given chambers to his own. It had lulled him to sleep and he had had the most peaceful sleep he had ever known.

Looking to the boy now, Treize pondered just what exactly he would do to the young boy. It was a difficult decision. He didn't want to kill the boy; at least not yet. He wanted to play with him first, but not how he usually went about with it. He wanted to cause the boy more emotional pain than physical. Break him spiritually and leave no hope, no desire to go on. Yes, he wanted that most of all. It was only difficult trying to find how he would carry it out. It wasn't easy to persuade this young lad. He had been born with the same stubborn gene as his father.

At the thought of Wufei, Treize gave a dark smile. Why he hadn't thought of this earlier, he would never know. Standing from his seat he noticed that the boy stiffened and his smile darkened. It was good to know that the boy wasn't completely detached from the situation he was in. He ignored the reaction however, letting his feet guide him to a large chest that sat on a table which was placed against the west wall. He lifted its top to reveal to his searching eyes an array of vials, bottles and satchels.

Blue eyes darkened to black as they found what they were searching for and long fingers reached in to pull free from the rest a small red vial. On the table sat a pitcher of water and a cup, which he filled before uncapping the vial and pouring all of its contents into the water. He watched the red liquid slowly swirl in the water, dancing and writhing as if it were alive. In the next instant, the water cleared, as if nothing had been added to begin with.

Turning back to the boy, Treize took the cup with him as he walked over, coming to a stop only when he blocked the boy's view of the horizon. Black eyes lowered to the floor and Treize stretched out his hand to offer him the cup.

"You must be thirsty.", he commented, his free hand lifting the fledgling's face, "You have not had food or drink since the day before. The water will sustain you until food has been brought. Think of it as a peace offering."

"I do not wish to make peace with you."

At the boy's words, Treize felt his hand tighten around the cup as his eyes glared down at him. The first words he chose to say in the few days that the dark angel had had him were words to anger him. If Treize wasn't so damned intent on his plans he would have forgotten the plan to emotionally scar and would have taken pleasure in doing more than that. He forced a smile onto his face and he removed his hand from the boy's chin to grab a hand and rest the cup into it.

"If you do not drink this water now, you will not receive any later.", Treize informed him threateningly, "Think of it as the last few drops of water that will save your live. What say you now?"

As Treize let the boy's hand go, he watched black eyes look down at to metal cup before they traveled back to deep blue eyes. Turning his hand ever so slightly, Dao Long tipped the cup so that the water emptied out onto the stone floor until nothing was left to drink.

"If this is my last drink.", he started, holding the now empty cup out for Treize, "Then I choose to die of thirst."

With an angered cried, Treize violently swatted the cup from Dao Long's hand, watching as the boy was startled by his reaction. His hand reached out for him, but the boy backed the chair away, standing so as to better further himself from the Angel of Darkness. His eyes widened as black wings unfurled from Treize's back, while the angel drew his sword. Without needing more incentive, Dao Long headed for the doors to escape but was trapped as every exit slammed shut, including the windows that suddenly disappeared as if they never existed. With scared eyes he turned back to the angry man, his eyes widening at the pure evil that could be read in Treize's eyes.

He was soon backed against a wall, Treize closing in on him, leaving the boy no where to run. His last choice was to only close his eyes and wait for the deadly blow of the man's sword. However, it did not come and Dao Long clenched his eyes tighter, afraid to open them and find that Treize was merely waiting for the right moment. He was most likely drawing out his last moments torturously for his own pleasure. Though as he waited longer for the cold kiss of the blade, he found that it never came and he grew curious.

His eyes opened to find Treize was smiling down at him, though his eyes looked through him rather then directly at him. His sword which had been raised at first was slowly lowered and Dao Long gave a silent sigh of relief to find that his life, for the moment, would be spared.

"No.", Treize began to mumble, sheathing his sword, "No, I have other plans for you. Yes, I know what to do."

His eyes finally focused on the small dragon and he gave the boy a smile that caused him to grow cold. Whatever it was that this dark angel was planning, he had rather not know. He flinched as Treize reached out with a hand, wincing still as he only stroked ebony locks before gently urging the boy to look up at him.

"How much do you know of your dear father, my boy?", Treize asked him, "How much faith do you have in him?"

"What do you mean?", Dao Long asked suspiciously.

"You believe that your father is an honorable man.", Treize began, moving away to begin slowly pacing, "You think that he is angered by what I have done to your mother, that he will have the utmost desire to avenge her and regain the children that I have taken away from him. You and your sisters believe that Wufei will come to your rescue. Am I right?"

For the first time since he had captured the boy, Treize found an expression other than fear on the boy's face, as dark eyes glared back at him. He found small hands clenched into fist and he smirked inwardly. He wanted to see anger, it would help him.

"What are you implying?", Dao Long demanded gently.

"I am implying that though he knows that you and your sisters are in danger, he has yet to come and find you.", Treize revealed walking closer, "He may have lost his wife and children and he has yet to take action."

"He will take action!", Dao long snapped through clenched teeth, "My father would never leave us in your hands!"

"Are you so sure?", Treize continued, stopping to look the boy in the eye, "How do you know if he isn't happy to be free? Free of your pestering mother and of you burdening children."

He bent so that he could be eye to eye with the fledgling and his voice lowered to a taunting whisper.

"He seems to be much happier with his new elvish lover than he did with your own mother."

At Dao Long's gasp, he allowed himself to smirk, pulling back to read the shock on the boy's face before it melted into anger once again.

"I don't believe you.", he told the man and Treize gave a laugh.

He turned the boy to a large mirror that adorned a nearby wall, pushing him in its direction until they were standing before it. He urged the boy to look into it, watching the mirror ripple as if it were water before clearing to reveal his father and Quatre. He watched the boy's eyes widen as the images came and went, and Treize felt satisfied to watch as tears began to well in the dragon's eyes. He then leaned down close enough to the boy's ear, a smile gracing his lips as the words fell from his lips.

"Why would he need you when he has his precious elf?", Treize asked him, "Daddy's far too busy to come and save you."

The last image shown was one that a child should not have seen and Dao Long turned away, his eyes clenched shut as Treize laughed darkly.

"Daddy never loved you.", he continued, coaxing the fledgling to open his eyes, "He has no interest in you and now that you are here he will never come searching for you, meaning that you are mine."

He let his fingers brush away the drops that began descending the boy's cheeks, knowing that he had been able to get through to him. He was now vulnerable and he would be easily persuaded; or so he hoped. The boy could always be stronger willed than was expected. He tested it, pulling the boy closer to him and wrapping his arms around him. His attempt at an embrace at first had the boy stiffening in his arms, but after a few moments Dao Long gave in. With a smile, Treize stroked the boy's ebony locks as he stood lifting the boy with him. The young dragon's sobs were muffled by his shoulder and he shushed him, walking to seat himself on his throne with Dao Long hiccupping on his lap.

"Now hush, boy.", he said sternly, though he meant to be gentle, "What will crying do? Your father betrayed you and you weep? No boy, we must do something much more."

"We?". Dao Long sniffled, his sobs now quieted.

"Well of course. You didn't expect to do this alone now did you?"

"Do what?"

Treize embraced the boy again, now annoyed that this was the only way to bring the child to trust him and he felt small arms wrap around him.

"Your father's injustice must not go unpunished.", Treize said simply, "He and the elf must both pay. If you allow me to guide you, I will help you gain what your heart must be craving most."

"And what's that?", Dao Long asked, unaware of the trap he was being pulled into.

"What you crave most my boy. . . is revenge."

At his words, he felt Dao Long's fist clench around the fabric of his tunic and he smiled as he looked down to find the glower on the boy's innocent face. This was much too easy and frankly he didn't much care. It was what he wanted and he would not complain.

"Of course, as you are now, you're much too weak.", Treize informed him, "But I can help you."

"How?"

Treize stood, resting the boy on his own two feet before giving him another dark smile. As the dark angel held out his left hand, Dao Long watched as a large sword appeared in it and he looked back to Treize for an explanation.

"To take my sword would mean that you accept my gift of magic.", the dark angel offered.

"But I have magic.", the boy seemed unsure still.

"This will make you stronger.", Treize continued to coax him, "Do you accept?"

"But-"

"Then your father and his prince can continue to dishonor your mother's memory."

"No! I will take it."

With a satisfied smirk, Treize offered Dao Long the sword watching the boy hesitate as he reached out for it. He cleared his throat to show that he was waiting and the boy did what was wanted, taking hold of the hilt and taking the sword away from him.

"And now you're mine.", Treize said with a laugh.

Dark eyes widened as black matter snaked from the sword, coating his entire arm and traveling up further. Crying out in fear, Dao Long dropped the sword, but his arm was still being swallowed. He tried to wipe it away but he only caused it to begin covering his other arm, traveling to his shoulder and down the rest of his body.

Scared eyes looked to Treize for both help and an explanation, but he was only greeted by cold laughter. It was then that he realized that he had been tricked. As the dark substance began to encase his head, Dao Long threw the Angel of Destruction a glare and a curse, causing the man to only scoff.

Treize watched as the dark liquid quickly swallowed the boy's head, watching with growing fascination. This was much more enjoyable to watch than if the dragon had drank the poison. He watched as the dark shape of what was once the small dragon began to grow, large wings unfurling as the boy's body grew larger to equal it in proportion.

As he grew larger and taller, Treize watched with an appreciative eye. He was good and he could only wonder just exactly what his servant would look like once it was finished. As the dark figure gave a long bellowing cry, the dark matter encasing him began to disappear within his mouth. When the last bit of it had slithered away down the dragon's throat, he fell to his knees on the ground, his arms supporting him as he bent forward.

Blue eyes watched down as ebony locks curtained the boy's face, but they strayed to wander the rest of the naked body. The slightly muscled arms quivered to keep the boy from falling forward and from what Treize could see of muscled legs made the man swell with pride. He had turned out better than ever.

"Stand up.", he ordered, the boy doing as told.

The rest of his body was revealed and Treize took his time to appreciate the view. What now stood before him was a young man instead of a child and he walked closer to him, lifting the bowed head to reveal gleaming cyan eyes.

"You belong to me now.", Treize informed him, letting his fingers stray to toy with ebony locks.

The boy bowed his head again, his wings closing around his naked body to hide it from Treize's eyes.

"Now that you are much more capable, what are you planning to do about your father's betrayal?"

Burning eyes rose to look at Treize, the man shivering at the contempt and dark emotions lurking beneath those depths.

"I will have my revenge.", Dao Long announced, dark fire exploding around the two, "My father and his elf will pay."

Treize was feeling almost giddy and he restrained himself from dancing with joy. This was all too much and he now found that things would get a lot more interesting from now on.

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Trowa opened his eyes to be greeted by the sight of unfamiliar surroundings. From the wood roof that he could see above him and the mattress he felt beneath his back, he could only guess that he was in an inn. They must have stopped for the night after they left the Northern Witch. He could feel the wet compress that was atop his forehead and he reached a trembling hand up to move it. He found the short movement was tiring and he found himself now panting as if he had been running for miles.

The pain was gone, but he couldn't be sure how long that would last. Ignoring the bout of dizziness and the sudden feeling of nausea, Trowa sat up in the bed, looking around at the single-bedded room. On the side table he could see a bowl of broth waiting for him and a cup of tea beside it. The blue shielding around it had kept both steaming, courtesy of Angelus. He gave a weak smile at the thought of the Seer. If the silver-haired deity wasn't here, then he and Milliardo were off in another room.

His stomach growled and he sighed before reaching for the bowl of soup on the side table. Although he was feeling a bit nauseous, it seemed that his stomach was still demanding nourishment. Who was he to deny his body the food that it needed? He didn't have the chance to eat anything, since he was distracted by the way the spices in the soup swirled. He frowned as he watched it move, becoming a small whirlpool within the bowl. It parted suddenly to show him Duo, the young man looking hurt and beaten before he saw himself appear, driving a dagger deep within the boy's side. His mouth fell open with a gasp as Duo's confused and betrayed eyes looked back at him, his lips forming the word "why".

"So it has been commanded.", his double said, himself unaware that he spoke with it, "So it shall be done."

The broth mixed and cleared once more to show him Prussian blue eyes as Treize's cold laughter echoed through his mind.

"No!"

With his cry he threw the bowl across the room, the clay bowl shattering and spraying soup across the wall it connected with. As the liquid slowly traveled to the floor, Trowa froze as Treize's whispering voice echoed throughout the room.

"It shall be done."

When it faded, Trowa found himself in a cold sweat, his breath coming in ragged pants as his hands were clenched tight enough for his nails to imprint his palms. Duo was meant to die and Treize would make it so. It would be done.

"Not by me.", Trowa told himself, throwing the sheets off of him.

He found he wore only pants and he quickly stood, having to steady himself since he was still weak. He took the white blouse that hung on the bed's footboard, pulling it over his head as quickly as possible. He didn't bother with the leather strings at the neck of the blouse; he was only dressing to be decent. He had no time to worry about details. He left his boots behind, his feet dragging across the wooden floor barefoot. He had to reach Angelus as quickly as possible. If anyone knew what to do about this it would be him. He had made it out the door and somewhat down the hallway, when he stopped. How could he tell Angelus that Duo would soon be killed by him? How could he expect the Seer to understand his betrayal?

He leaned against the wall with one hand, feeling that he was about to faint away. He couldn't go to Angelus and he knew that anyone else would be out of the question. To be honest, the safest route would be to leave the company of his comrades in secret. This way Duo's fate, as well as his own, could be avoided. He was unaware of the body that was now standing directly behind him, that is until he felt hands cup his backside.

"Well, what do we have here?", a drunken voice rasped in his ear, "Looking for a bit of company, love?"

"Let go of me.", Trowa demanded, elbowing the man in his chest.

He was released and the man gave a rasping laugh as he rubbed his smarting chest. His arm reached out and he took hold of Trowa's wrist as the boy began walking away, pressing up against him once he pinned him against the wall.

"Where're you rushing off to?", he asked, his smile revealing black and missing teeth, "No need to hurry now, boy. I can spare a few coins for a young lad like you. How about you and me head back to me room?"

Trowa, now angered as well as disgusted, was unaware of his darkening eyes and aura as he glared at the man who was too drunk to feel intimidated yet. He only laughed, pressing himself closer to the young body in front of him, his unwanted hands feeling every inch that they could.

"I said get off!", Trowa bellowed and the man went flying across the hall.

As he hit the opposite wall, he crumpled to the ground, glazed and confused eyes looking up as the beautiful and now threatening boy lurked closer. His lip began to tremble as the boy's shirt was ripped to shreds by the dark energy that crackled about him and he gasped in horror as large wings broke free of the skin on his back.

"Please!", he begged suddenly, trying to back away into the wall, "Have mercy!"

"Mercy is a luxury that you do not deserve."

Glazed eyes widened as the creature lurched forward, his scream cut short before it could even break free of his throat.

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Duo's eyes snapped open suddenly; aware that it was now dawn. He had been sleeping peacefully for the moment, but something had woke him. It seemed as if things were normal, but he could tell that it wasn't as it seemed to be. He looked to Heero, who was still sound asleep and he allowed a smile to grace his lips. Gently rising from the bed, so as not to disturb his lover, Duo quickly dressed himself before opening the door to the hallway. With one glance back to make sure that Heero was still asleep, he left the room closing the door quietly behind him.

He was able to slip past Angelus' and Milliardo's room, although he knew the two were probably still asleep. He wasn't sure why he was sneaking around, but he was anyway. His feet carried him to the room where Triton had been placed and he found the door open with the older boy missing. With a frown he looked about the room, before he turned in the opposite direction of which he came. He was being led by his own two feet again and he found with each step he took, he grew closer to a familiar smell. What was it? He froze as he reached a turn, watching down with shock at the floor as something slowly ran from around the corner.

Blood. That was what he had smelled and there was a lot of it. With his heart racing and last night's supper threatening to raise again, Duo slowly allowed himself to peek around the corner. He had to cover his mouth to stop himself from shouting and he turned away from the massacred body, finding himself face to face with Triton. He gasped at the boy's sudden appearance and his heart took time to calm again, noting the boy's frightened appearance.

"Triton, what happened?", he asked.

His hand reached out for him, but the boy backed away.

"No, don't touch me.", Trowa mumbled, backing away even more, "I don't want to hurt you. Don't come next to me."

"Triton, what are you talking about?", Duo asked him, avoiding the blood that ran across the floor, "Do you know who did this?"

As Duo stepped closer, Trowa backed away more, not wanting the young prince to come any closer. He had no idea how, but he had murdered this man in cold blood and he would not allow the same thing to happen to Duo. He would not allow himself to do as Treize bid. Without warning, he turned on his heels, heading down the stairs to the inn's dining hall.

"Triton!"

Without much thought, Duo ran after him, ignoring the stares that followed him as he ran through the tables of the dining hall. He burst through the front door of the inn, apologizing as he knocked into a patron. His eyes searched the surrounding area and he found Trowa had run past the stables and out into the forest without looking back. He headed after him, apologizing once more to the man who was swearing under his breath.

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Tamsin, who had been sleeping since they had first arrived, opened his eyes to find his master running past the stables. He snorted softly, following the boy with his eyes as he ran past.

"Triton, come back!"

Tamsin woke fully at the cry, finding that Duo was entering the forest on his own. He knew that it wasn't safe and Duo was now in danger. As the prince was engulfed by the forest's surrounding darkness, Tamsin rose on his hind legs, giving off a shrieking whinny that roused the other horses. He continued to thrash about, trying to pull free off the rope that had tied him to the stable pen's gate. As the other horses looked to him for an explanation, Tamsin stomped his forelegs on the ground, his fearful eyes looking off in the direction his master had disappeared. Luckily enough, Aubri knew what Tamsin's panic was for and he whinnied himself in a bit of panic. There was only one thing to do and he was sure that it was the right choice.

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Heero was slowly brought out of his sleep, unaware of Duo's absence. What he was aware of was the warning of danger that kept tugging at the back of his mind. It wasn't so much of a feeling as it was a presence. Something was trying to wake him and tell him he was in danger.

"Aubri?", he asked aloud, his eyes fluttering open.

The feeling of confirmation was felt for only a second before he could feel the message of danger his horse was sending to him. Though he knew the danger was not for him. Who then could be in harm's way? He looked beside him to where Duo was supposed to have been lying. However, the young prince was no longer there. He lost all feeling of sleepiness as he sat up in bed, frantically searching around the room.

"Duo?", he called out, although knowing the boy was long gone.

Rising from the bed, he quickly and frantically dressed himself, telling Aubri to try and find the prince. His horse was the only one who hadn't been tied to the stable pens and he was glad that he had been so careless and in a hurry to receive room and board last night. As Aubri agreed to do as told, Heero went off down the hall. In no time he found himself in front of Angelus' door, his fist raised and ready to pound on it. He was stopped however as the door was pulled upon and a fully dressed Angelus' met him.

"We've already been warned.", Angelus told him walking past.

Heero then looked to Milliardo, who though was dressed, was not rushing off with them.

"I'll stay behind and pack what we need.", the blond explained, "You and Angelus will find Duo. And when you have returned we will continue our travels."

Heero only nodded before he was running off after Angelus, the Seer stopping at the stables to receive his horse while the Fairy King went ahead. Though it was not decided, they would split up to find Duo. Hopefully the message of danger that their horses sent them would be nothing to worry about.

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It wasn't long before Duo had caught up with Trowa, the boy standing in the middle of a clearing. He wasn't moving and he stared off at nothing, his back facing the prince who slowly moved closer. He paused as he found Triton had tensed, most likely aware that he was there.

"Triton?"

"Why did you follow me?", the boy asked, "You shouldn't be here."

"Why not?"

He had moved closer, now directly behind the taller boy and he reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder. At the touch, Trowa jerked away, turning to face Duo with fearful eyes. He backed away, watching as Duo kept still and watched him quite confused.

"You wouldn't understand.", Trowa muttered softly, unaware that he was near tears.

"Triton, what is it?", Duo pushed, drawing closer, "I'll understand if you just tell me what's wrong."

As he now stood in front of him, Duo took hold of the boy's hand, ready to draw him back in the direction of the inn. He was sure that whatever it was that was troubling his friend he would be able to help him. And if Triton was right and he wasn't able to, he was sure that one of the others would.

"Come back to the inn.", Duo suggested, smiling gently, "We'll talk better there."

Trowa gave a sad laugh, gently pulling his hand free of Duo's hold. This boy was so trusting, so open and eager to believe that everyone could be trusted. He hated that he was chosen to be an instrument, that he would deliver the killing strike to the first friend he ever had.

"I can't, Duo.", he uttered weakly, his head hanging in shame, "I'm not welcome there. I don't want to hurt anyone. You have to let me go."

"Triton?", Duo asked, now even more confused, "What are you talking about?"

"It would seem as if the Fairy King likes his lovers stupid as well as pretty."

At the voice, Duo turned to the side to find Treize sitting comfortably on a low hanging tree branch. He held a bored look, which meant he had been watching for a while and had found this little event uninteresting. His deep blue eyes looked to Trowa, who was once again shivering though beads of sweat broke across his forehead.

"Oh come now, Trowa.", Treize said with a smile, "Don't fight it."

"Trowa?", Duo asked befuddled, looking to the uni-banged boy.

"Yes.", Treize said, standing on the branch, "His name is Trowa, not Triton. He is not a wandering traveler with innocent intentions. That was all a ruse."

"Shut up!", Trowa hissed, green eyes glaring in the dark angel's direction.

"He and Remius had planned this out actually.", Treize continued, "He was to distract your fellow travelers and give Remius the opportunity to get to you. And if that hadn't happened, he would have killed you himself. You see Duo; your little friend here is an assassin. He's been lying to you since he first met you."

With a frown Duo looked to Trowa, who was now trembling harder. He reached out to lift the boys head to look into green eyes which were now darker than usual. He didn't want to believe Treize at all, but he had to know if everything the man had just told him was the truth or not.

"Triton?"

In that alone, Trowa could here the question on Duo's voice. He didn't know what to say and he wasn't sure if anything he said would matter or not. He was sure that Duo would know if he was lying or telling the truth. He had no other choice but to reveal everything.

"He's right.", Trowa started, his voice low, "My name is Trowa and I was sent here by Remius. It was his plan to use me as his eyes. I was to see if you were the Prince of Rothelan. You were to be taken back to Relena or killed, but the plan went wrong. You must know that I could never kill you Duo. I can't bring myself to."

"That is why he struggles now.", Treize provided, jumping down to the ground, "He is unable to and my poison has given him the will."

At Treize's words, Trowa felt his body wracked with pain, his eyes clenching shut as a loud cry ripped from his throat. Duo moved forward to comfort him but paused when he watched as large wings broke free of the boy's back. He stumbled backwards, his eyes widening as Trowa changed before his eyes.

Treize watched on, fascinated with his success. His poison had worked quicker than he had expected, meaning that Trowa hadn't tried to fight it much. He watched the young man narrow dark eyes on the now frightened prince and he smiled. He was now under his full control and he would enjoy every moment of it.

"You see, Duo.", Treize started, moving closer, "He is now another servant that belongs to me. He was always a toy to Remius and now he's a toy once again."

He looked to Trowa, who seemed to be waiting for his order and he gave a laugh. This was just too much. Two loyal servants in one night? Relena would be jealous. He looked to Duo, who was now frozen in place with fear and he found it the perfect opportunity to rid both Relena and himself of the pesky prince. It would not be by his sword, but to know it would be done by someone that the young man trusted would make it just as enjoyable. He looked to Trowa, whose eyes were narrowed on the braided boy, his body quivering as he restrained himself to wait for the order. He would let the boy have his way; it wasn't kind to keep him from what he wanted.

"Kill him."

The moment Treize spoke the words, Trowa sprang forward causing Duo to stumble back. Violet eyes widened as he fell backward, finding Trowa hovering above him with the intent of murder written in his unrecognizable eyes. His found himself unable to move, frozen to the spot as if his body had become heavy. However, he knew that if he wanted to live, he would have to maneuver out of the way.

Luckily for him he didn't have to. Before the changed young man could even reach him he was stopped. The deafening roar alerting them all that they were no longer alone and Trowa was soon tackled to the ground. Demonic eyes glared up at gleaming silver and he cried out as he fought to remove the dragon that was successfully pinning him at the moment.

"Damn you for a traitor, Triton!", Wufei growled as Trowa was successful in removing him, "I knew you weren't to be trusted!"

Quatre, who reached just in time, climbed from his horse and took to Duo's side. His hands helped the young prince up and he looked him over to make sure that he wasn't hurt.

"I'm fine.", Duo told him softly, now shaken from the events.

Their eyes returned to the dragon and young demon that stood facing off. Treize's laughter echoed around them and it caused Quatre to throw him a glare. If it was the last thing that he did, Treize would find his end.

"How nice of you to join us.", the dark angel greeted, giving Quatre a bow, "Now that you're here. I'm sure you'll enjoy the show."

"Release him.", Quatre ordered threateningly, Treize only smirking.

"I will.", Treize answered, his eyes looking to Trowa, "Once he's done what's been ordered of him."

Duo watched wide-eyed as Trowa lunged toward Wufei, newly acquired fangs and claws bared. Without hesitation, Wufei moved to meet him and the two were soon caught in a violent struggle. Blood was spilt as teeth and sharp claws made wounds on flesh. The prince's begging was ignored and the two creatures continued their battle, the Angel of Destruction enjoying every passing minute of it.

Wufei's pained roar echoed throughout the surrounding trees as Trowa's claws buried themselves in his shoulder, breaking the healing skin from his previous wound. With a growl he took hold of the young man, throwing him aside so that he collided with a tree, the bark splintering at the impact. As Trowa struggled to right himself, Wufei forced himself to draw his sword, his feet carrying him closer to the badly wounded boy.

Treize watched on in interest. Though he wanted Trowa to do what he planned, it wouldn't hurt if the boy died. He had provided enough entertainment. To lose him now wouldn't matter. He had another servant waiting in the shadows. He watched with growing anticipation as the Dragon Lord now stood in front of the weakened demon. As silver eyes looked down at the young man he saw as a traitor, his sword raised, ready to plunge the blade into him. He wouldn't have the chance however.

"Stop!"

The command was accompanied by the hand that took hold of his arm, stopping it from swinging his sword down for the killing blow. He looked beside him to find it was Duo, the young prince near tears and looking to him with begging eyes. He wanted Triton's life to be spared, but he had no idea that what was before them was no longer human.

"Let go of me, Duo.", he ordered impatiently.

"Please, Wufei.", Duo begged, "Don't do it."

"I must."

"No!", Duo cried, his grip tightening, "I won't let you."

As Wufei looked into violet eyes, he found himself unable to do other than what Duo was asking of him. He would spare Triton's life; for now. He returned his sword to its sheath, though he knew that he shouldn't have. Triton may seem defeated, but he could rise at any moment to do harm to both Duo and the Dragon Lord.

"I should have known I would have been disappointed.", Treize commented, drawing his own sword, "It would seem that I would have to do things on my own."

With his wings unfolding, Treize started forward with a cry, his target the prince that was now protectively cradled in Wufei's arms. He was stopped momentarily as an arrow lodged itself into his chest, his eyes glaring to the elfin king that was notching yet another. He grunted in pain as the arrow was released and buried itself in his shoulder. Lowering himself to the ground, he let the pain subside before he gave a chilling laugh, his free hand reaching up to remove the arrows. He threw them to the ground and his eyes connected with Quatre's watching the elf stare at him unthreatened.

"You shall regret that.", he announced.

His left hand rose, outstretched in front of him so that his palm was facing the elfin king, a small orb of black energy gathering in front of it. Quatre watched as it grew, knowing that when it was sent to him he would have to be prepared. Treize was quite skilled in the area of magic and he knew that even with a shield about him, he would be hurt.

With a loud cry Treize let the dark orb fly, the ground cracking and parting at the force as it raced toward the now frozen elf. Wufei watched in horror as the sphere made its way to the blond and he rushed forward, but he found himself jerked back as something took hold of him by the waist. As he was tackled to the ground, he glared up at his attacker only to have his anger drain to shock as he stared up at a recognizable face.

"Dao Long?"

"Hello father.", the young man greeted, cyan eyes glaring.

Any questions that Wufei would have asked were stopped short at the sight of the dagger that was raised high above his son's head. Before it could make its trip down, Wufei flung the boy off of him, standing in time to find that Quatre was still in danger. He had no time to go to his rescue though as a column of fire was heading straight toward him.

With wings snapping open he took to the air in time, but found he needed to avoid another fiery missile that was sent after him. He looked down to where his son stood glaring back at him and he let his eyes stray away. They widened at the sight of the large energy mass closing in on Quatre, crying out as it made impact. The force of the explosion caused him to be flung backwards and he struggled to right himself, avoiding the debris that flew in his direction.

When everything had calmed, silver eyes frantically searched the parting dust. He had stupidly left Duo behind and he was sure that the young prince would be hurt. With a curse he slowly lowered himself, his beating wings helping to clear the dust away. As he touched down onto the ground, he was surprised to find Angelus glaring daggers at the dark angel. Duo was encased in a shielding of magic unharmed and he wished to sigh in relief. However, he could not find Quatre and his heart began to race at the thought that he had lost another.

"It's such a tragedy.", Treize told him, he and Dao Long now perched on branches above them.

In his arms he held Trowa, once again in his original form. The young man was unconscious; a side effect of the large explosion. With angry eyes Wufei turned to them, his sword drawing as he flexed his wings for flight. However, a hand on his shoulder stopped him and he turned to find Heero, the Fairy King's eyes telling him not to make the first move.

With his grip on his sword's hilt loosening, Wufei looked back to his son, his eyes draining of all anger. He didn't know what to feel as he watched up at him. His little boy was no longer there. He was instead a grown man, more a teenager, and the look of hatred and disgust that he watched Wufei with made the dragon's heart ache. What was standing before him now was not his son, it was only another puppet on Treize's strings.

His eyes began to water and he felt the need to give a bellowing raor, but he restrained himself. He would not give Treize the pleasure. Though a cry of loss did not tear free of him, he failed to keep back his tears, the drops running from his eyes as he looked up to his only son.

"Your tears mean nothing to me.", Dao Long told him acidicly, though his father said nothing, "I do not want them. You can keep them for your elfish whore."

At the words Wufei frowned, not knowing what the boy meant by them. At Treize's call of his name, he looked to the Angel of Destruction with a dark glower. The dark angel would pay for this.

"As you must have figured out, your son is now mine.", Treize told him, with a scowl of his own, "He and I will return to finish the job. For now, we give you time to mourn the loss of your precious háron."

With those words, there was only a flash of dark lightening before the three vanished. Wufei felt Heero's hand rest against his shoulder comfortingly and the small voice that called his name urged him to look back to Duo. He gave the boy a sad smile and he then looked to Angelus, who could only give him a sad look.

Quatre was no where in sight and if the looks on their faces were anything to go by, he was dead. Slowly putting away his sword, Wufei gently removed Heero's hand from his shoulder before he headed in Duo's direction. Now free from the shield, the teenaged boy rushed forward as Wufei passed by, hugging onto the dragon comfortingly. He knew that the Dragon Lord was hurting and he knew of no other way of consoling him.

Tensing for a moment as Duo troubled his wounds, Wufei relaxed as he brought his arms around the boy, pulling him tighter to him as new tears rose in his darkened eyes. He could feel his body growing weak and he knew that it was best that they headed to the inn.

He and Quatre had been led there by their horses. And though they had planned to go in when they had first reached, they were drawn to the forest when they caught sight of Duo heading in its direction. It was time to head back, Milliardo was waiting and if they did not begin their travels soon, Relena would most likely catch up to them. He needed time to heal before he was met with another battle.

"Wufei?"

The questioning call of his name made him pull back slightly to look down into watering violet eyes, his hands stroking away a loose strand of chestnut hair. He smiled down at Duo even though tears left his eyes and he placed a kiss to the boy's forehead.

"We can't allow this loss to deter us any longer.", he said, hearing that his voice was weak, "We'll head back to the inn and then set off on our way. The sun has already risen, we must move with haste."

As Wufei led the way, Duo went to speak but was stopped by Angelus, who only shook his head. With Heero joining them, the three followed after him, Aubri soon joining the group. Though they were curious as to where the horse had been the entire time, they said nothing. Questions would be asked later.

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Milliardo was busying himself with preparing the horses, when he was aware that he was no longer alone. He kept about his business, gently tightening the saddle around Tamsin. He watched the horse begin to nervously fidget and he gently pet him, whispering soothing words to him so as to calm him. He paused however as the stable entrance and windows slammed shut, causing the horses to become startled. Trying his best to calm them all down, he conjured up a small amount of magic to light a torch with mage light. As the horses slowly began to settle down, his eyes looked around the stables. There was nothing out of the ordinary to be seen, but he knew that he was being watched and it was a feeling he did not appreciate.

"I suggest, whoever you are, that you come out of hiding.", Milliardo spoke, tending to the horses once again, "I do not appreciate being watched from the shadows. If you wish to confront me, then do so, and do not prolong our meeting face to face."

"And what if I were only here to watch?", a voice asked from behind him, an arm wrapping about his waist, "You are truly something to behold."

Pushing the person away, Milliardo's face held a sneer of disgust as he met eyes with glowing amber.

"Remius.", he spat, the dark haired man smiling, "What business do you have with me?"

"None, my dear Milliardo.", the ex-god said, his hand taking to petting Aelin's pelt, "Though I do have a purpose for being here."

"And what would that purpose be?"

Turning his back to the wind god, Remius walked over to an empty stable pen, pushing the door open to reveal a large black snake. It was coiled and as Remius opened the stable pen's door wider it gave a dangerous hiss, Milliardo watching on unfazed. Remius stepped closer to the creature, petting the snake's head as it lowered for his hand to reach it.

"Does this not belong to you?"

At Remius' question, the snake began to uncoil itself to slowly reveal Quatre. The elfin king was unconscious and Milliardo stepped forward, but the threatening hiss of the snake stopped him short. Taking hold of Quatre, Remius brought him forward, offering the elf to Milliardo who hesitated before taking him. He cradled the smaller blond protectively, and Milliardo looked to Remius with wariness.

"What do you want in return for this?", he asked cautiously, knowing of Remius' ways.

With a smile, Remius shook his head before he returned to petting his brother's horse. He had pondered that himself long and hard, until he realized something he found shocking.

"I want nothing in return.", he voiced, looking to a now befuddled Milliardo, "I only want to return him to where he rightfully belongs."

"How. . . when. . . why?"

Remius held up a hand to stop Milliardo's stumbling questioning and he stepped forward, looking down at the elfin creature in the Great Wind's arms.

"In my search for one of my servants, I stumbled across your little troupe.", he explained, looking up into sharp blue eyes, "Treize had found them and was sure to end the elf's life. With Duo unable to do much and the Dragon Lord occupied with his own battle, the elf was helpless. So I did what I would not normally do. I removed him from harm's way, drawing him into a realm and bringing him here.

"I'm sure the others must think him dead, so now you can prove otherwise. I must go, for I fear I have come out of hiding much too long. Angelus will ask for me and you must tell him that I am as I should be."

He turned to leave, but Milliardo's voice stopped him, and he looked back to the long-haired blond in question.

"Your change in manner will confuse him.", Milliardo told him, Remius smiling, "And I thank you for Quatre's safe return."

"Don't mention it.", Remius simply said, walking away.

He stopped in front of his snake, turning back to the man that still stood in shock and he gave him a playful glare.

"I really mean it.", he said teasingly, "Don't mention it at all."

As the snake began to coil around him, Remius gave the wind god a wink before he was completely hidden by the snake's large body. With one last hiss, the snake bust into smoke, both it and Remius now gone.

The bright light that poured into the stable alerted Milliardo that the doors were now open and he turned to find Angelus in the doorway. He face held the look of mourning, or at least it did until he caught sight of the elf in Milliardo's arms. Rushing forward, he met Milliardo, taking the elfin king away from him. His eyes asked the question his voice could not and Milliardo only gave him a smile.

"He was returned to us by miracle.", Milliardo told him, keeping his promise to Remius.

Confused eyes looked to him and he simply smiled at the Seer, looking up as he found the others approaching. Wufei was the first to spot him, running forward to take Quatre's limp body in his arms. Lowering himself to the stable floor, he let his eyes run over the elf's face in disbelief.

"A miracle.", Angelus answered as the dragon looked up to him in question, "Or so I have been told."

He looked to Milliardo, knowing that his lover was keeping something from him. He found it best not to ask, satisfied enough that Quatre was safe and in their company. It was time to move on.

"Wufei, you'll ride with Quatre.", he told the dragon, ordering them all to their horses, "The Dark Lands are three days ride, and our time is growing short. When we are out of range of the town I will Gate us to the entrance of the Barrens. That is as far as my magic will allow me without doing damage to ourselves. It will also distance us from Relena's army who are not as far behind us as we'd like to think."

Taking example of the rest, Angelus mounted his horse. He looked to Milliardo, who happened to be giving him a disapproving look, and he gave his own apologetic look in return.

"I will not do it on my own.", Angelus assured him, "I will ask their help and when we make it through we will rest briefly. You have no need to worry."

"I can only hope so."

With Milliardo's answer, Angelus turned to the rest who were merely awaiting his order. Leading Aelin to the front of the line, he then looked back to the rest, as he started them off out of the stable.

"We ride."

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