Author's Note: I like Kraine, just as I like Sheelos (hopefully I'll have a story for them soon). This was written pretty quickly so I'm sorry if it's not that good. I'm new! I'm learning!
Oh, and this story wasn't written in chronological order.
Warning: Chapter 5 contains graphic depictions of sex. If you're under age, please skip that chapter or this story entirely.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor do I wish to make any profit off of them.
Chapter one: Three
It was very, very late when Raine finally got back to her room. The past few days had been nothing but parties and meetings and formalities and endless, boring discussions about what would come of this new world. Raine didn't much like new things. They were so... new. So modern and drab, created in a world where she wasn't readily accepted. No, Raine liked old things, things from the past, things from another time. Sure she could look to the future for something great to happen, but why put all her hope in uncertainties? She had a million texts detailing a good world that she could read at any time, a million facts that wouldn't judge her. Raine liked old. It was safe.
As Raine got to her room at the inn she let out a sigh. It was the first time in awhile that she was rooming alone. It was a nice room, with a fireplace and a full, comfortable bed, and a large dresser. It even had a bookcase, with mostly modern literature, but a few older books. She had been given some new clothes, compliments of the king in Meltokio, and they were lain out on the bed for her. She wasn't so sure she liked most of them, but as her normal wardrobe was quite smelly and worn she decided to at least give them a try, if only until she settled in and could purchase some more scholarly attire.
Raine dressed into a soft, thin nightgown, and cleaned off her bed. She sat down on the cool sheets, feeling the smooth fabric on her calves. The moonlight shown in through an open window to her left, filling the room with blue. Raine stared outside, at the moonlit sky and the tops of buildings, and listened to the remainders of the crowd below.
For the first time in a good long while, Raine started to cry. She wasn't angry or sad really, just... was it lonely? She wasn't sure. All she knew was that something wonderful, something magical, was coming to an end. As she watched the few left in the streets begin to disperse, her heart ached.
'Don't stop dancing,' she thought. 'Don't stop celebrating. So long as you celebrate it lasts a little longer. When you stop, it ends. It all ends.'
The last of the partiers wandered off, and street sweepers began to attack the scene, briskly moving their brooms over the cold stones, wiping away the remnants of the last party, the last night...
"In the morning, he's leaving." Her voice was monotonous. She was hoping it would finally sink in, finally make her react. But it didn't. A few more tears began to well up in her pretty eyes.
"In the morning..." she choked out, staring at the dim horizon. She didn't want this to end. Not yet. Just a little longer. A little longer until she could figure out what she wanted. Just a little longer.
"He's leaving." It still didn't sound real.