Disclaimer: Anne Bishop owns the Black Jewels Trilogy.
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On with the story...
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Dark Meets Light
A Childhood Meeting
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A little girl of about six years, with golden blonde hair and summer-sky colored eyes looked around the strange world around her.
Strange in the fact that she felt so lost.
She had never felt lost before. Never. Even though she was in a place she had never been in before, she never felt lost.
But now, she felt as if she wasn't supposed to be in this place.
She did not belong here.
The girl suddenly felt a presence behind her. She whipped around, eyes wide as she took a step back out of caution. What met her eyes were a pair so very similar to her own.
In fact, she could say the said pair of eyes were identical to hers.
The other pair of eyes were as wide as her own before it slowly went smaller before narrowing sharply.
"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here!"
"I know that!" the girl cried, clearly upset. "I don't know how I got here! One minute, I wanted to go visit the Realm of Darkness and the next, I was here!"
The owner of the blue eyes so much like her own frowned. It was just then that the girl took notice of the fact that the child was a boy.
"Why would you ever want to go to the Realm of Darkness?" he asked, eyes showing confusion and suspicion. "The High Priest lives there."
"Saetan's my friend," the girl answered, feeling her temper spark. However, it somehow dissipated when she saw the confusion in his eyes grow, along with the suspicion.
"Saetan? Who's Saetan?"
"The Priest!"
The boy shook his head stubbornly, golden locks flicking across his face. "His name is not Saetan. It's Darien. Where did you get the name Saetan?"
The girl's temper went back. "His name is Saetan," she insisted. "I have met him!"
"I'm sure his name is Darien," the boy continued stubbornly. "Christa told me herself and she never lies."
The girl was prepared to pounce on him. However, something made her stop and look closer at him.
He carried a light Jewel - the White - and yet...
Something about him was dominating... His psychic scent was also very different - nothing like the males she had encountered before.
"What's your caste?" the girl asked curiously. The boy looked genuinely surprised by the question before looking her over carefully. Finally, he answered.
"I am a King."
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"Jaenelle... Jaenelle!"
Blue eyes suddenly went into focus as a gentle yet firm hand shook her awake. A golden-eyed man was looking worriedly down at her, his attractive face showing concern.
"Are you all right, sweetheart?"
Jaenelle smiled. She hated worrying Daemon. "I'm fine. Stopfussing so much. You know I hate fussing!"
But she knew that was asking for the impossible. Jaenelle had just risen and recovered from the Healing webs. Everyone was worried that she would suddenly break - Daemon most of all.
However, the Kindred were surprised that she had risen from the Healing webs ahead of schedule. Jaenelle, however, knew the reason. And that reason has been the latest subject of her dreams since about a month ago.
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The girl wanted so much to tell the boy that he was lying - that there was no such thing as a King. However, the look in his eyes...
"Where am I?" the girl decided to ask.
The boy grinned at her in grim amusement. "I don't know if this is a joke but I'll answer anyway. You are in the Realm of Light - Heaven."
The girl started back. Heaven? She was in a place called Heaven?
The boy, however, did not seem to notice her reaction. "And before you ask who rules it - it is currently ruled by Christa - the Lady of Light."
The first thing that came out from the girl's mouth was...
"Am I dreaming?"
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Jaenelle remembered the warm, healing light while she was in the Healing webs. Someone had been helping her recover and she knew exactly who.
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"Are you all right?" the boy asked worriedly as he knelt before the sitting girl. She had been overcome with shock that she sank to the ground.
"I-I don't know this place."
"Have you lost your memory?" the boy asked urgently. "I can tell you things! Um... Let's see... Well, I'm a King. Kings have the highest position in the caste-"
"Kings?"
"Yes, Kings. They are served by females-"
Wait. "Females serve males?" the girl asked in disbelief. The boy merely nodded.
"I don't know why it's that way but females have always served males."
The girl knew she was clearly not in the world she was supposed to be in. Standing up, with his help since she felt too weak to do it on her own, she quickly decided that she had to go back to her own world.
"I better go," she said hurriedly. The boy looked sadly at her.
"Will I ever see you again?"
The female looked at the sadness in the boy's eyes - a sadness she knew and could relate to. Suddenly, she knew that this would not be the last time they would see each other.
"Of course you will!"
"What's your name?" the boy asked quickly as she turned to leave. The girl looked back at him.
"Jaenelle. You?"
The boy smiled slowly - a smile that lit his eyes up - and Jaenelle instantly decided that he had a beautiful smile.
"Lyrantern."
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As she came to know that boy more, she learned that the smile that lit his eyes was a rare thing for him.
Jaenelle looked out at the sun that reminded him so much of her male version - in physical appearance anyway. She knew that the destined meeting was due.
Anytime soon.
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A/N: Well? Like it or no?
Xynthe Saizer