Welcome to the next entry of 'Angel'! Our group is finally going to arrive in Charon, and Hadin's going to have a nice present delivered to him...excitement is boiling in the air, and it's heavy! Thank you so much for reading-I feel like a painter showing off her finest work...

I'm going to instill a few elements of Final Fantasy X into this chapter, and into the rest of the story. Please enjoy this entry!

Chosen soundtrack: Final Fantasy X OST

The skies were effulgent, vibrant paintings of dark enchantment. Incandescent shards of crystal were soaring through the blue heavens, and they were soaring through translucent rays of crystallized light. Sheets of starlight were making their descent from the heavens-each sheet was merrily dancing from the heavens...and each sheet peacefully made its way into an immortal ocean. The waves of the Shierta Ocean happily acknowledged the arrival of each sheet by releasing a joyous, clear melody...and the fragrance of each wave drifted into the hearts of many souls. There were soft, cool winds flowing throughout the skies, and they carried an immeasurable amount of vivacity with them.

The winds were the winds of Charon. The skies belonged to Charon as well...and they were inexpressibly beautiful paintings of brilliance. The winds flowing throughout the heavens were charming, invigorating melodies, and the stars possessed an amount of happiness that surpassed all comprehension. Before the journey, the tales of Charon were no more than fairy tales...for the tales held surreal, unbelievable descriptions within them. The fairy tales were now a part of reality, for Charon truly was a utopia-the skies themselves made the fact clear. Charon's visitors were always greeted with bliss, and its newest visitors were basking in a similar greeting...even though the beauty of the greeting was lost on one soul.

The tidal waves of night carried the vessel of Pharae closer to its desired destination. The passage of time brought upon the fluorescent arrival of midnight, and the winds of an unborn day bestowed themselves upon the entire world. The waves of the Shierta Ocean were luminescent gales of starlight-each wave held a thousand stars within them, and smiles were abundant in the Shierta realm. Flocks of pyreflies emerged from slumber with the arrival of midnight, and began their spirited dances of rhapsody. Pyreflies were sacred treasures of Charon, for they were known to hold cascades of dreams within them. They brought serenity to troubled hearts, calmed storms of rage, and brought relief to fearful hearts.

The pyreflies were aware of a certain soul's pain, and they were making themselves known to him by hovering about him. They weren't bothersome insects-their bodies were composed of light, and they were elegant mirages. The young soul was doing his best to ignore their presence, for he held no desire to release the emotions of his broken heart. He was in the company of his friends...and even though there was a smile on his face, his soul wanted to explode.

He knew what the pyreflies were trying to tell him. He could hear their soft melodies clearly...and each melody was urging him to embrace the treasure he had been presented with. His companions were unaware of his pain-he was succeeding in holding up his mask of happiness...but his heart had an insatiable desire to burst. He made a thousand attempts to restrain his pain...but every attempt crumbled miserably and increased the pain. His pain strengthened with every passing second...but he refused to relieve himself of his mask.

Two of his companions were on the rear deck, and they went by the names of Marth and Soren. The one named Marth was the very source of his pain...but at the same time, he was the source of his unbridled happiness...an unreachable desire...a distant dream of empyrean beauty. The waves of the starlit ocean brushed through their souls...and held them within a silence that surpassed the very depths of comprehension. Wisps of their hair were carried in the fragrant winds of midnight, and their eyes were held in the essence of the skies.

The winds of an unborn day strengthened themselves as time carried itself. The two of them had spent the last three hours in silence...but the period of silence wasn't an uncomfortable one. In many cases, silence was more powerful than words-the silence they wandered through strengthened their bond, and created a kinship between them. During their silence, Soren had attained a deeper understanding of Marth's feelings for Roy...for the Altean's eyes shimmered with a radiance that shamed the meaning of reality. Marth had spent the entire period of silence with a smile on his face...and the smile itself was enough to make Soren question the meaning of reality. Before the journey, he knew of Marth's heart...but he was unaware of the Altean's true passion. The advisor of Pharae's sovereign broke the silence, his eyes glowing in the starlight.

"Marth, I would like you to tell me something."

Marth kept his eyes out on the ocean, as the ocean winds continued to brush his hair. His eyes were warm-warmer than the wings of a dove. His voice was no different.

"What would you like to know?"

Soren had not forgotten Roy's strange behavior-he knew his sovereign was still bearing strange behavior. His soft eyes were radiant with the light of the Shierta Ocean, and the radiance was composed of fear. He knew that he was finally beginning to grasp the true beauty of Marth's soulbond...and he wanted to learn more. He also knew that knowledge would allay his fears...and so he carried out his desire to gain more.

"Would you...give up everything...to secure your future with Roy?"

A moment of silence elapsed between them...then Marth turned to face him. His smile glimmered in the starlight...the way a wind chime rang out during the break of dawn.

"Yes, I would. I'd give up my name, my lineage...I would do anything for the opportunity to spend an eternity with him. If I could throw away a million years of my life, I would. I am willing to endure anything for him...because my heart burns for him."

I am willing to endure anything for him...because my heart burns for him.

A soft sigh withdrew itself from Soren's heart. The Altean placed his eyes back on the waves of starlight...and the advisor ran a hand through his black hair. Sorrow, apprehension and happiness struck his heart simultaneously, and the impact created a torrent of pain within his soul. The young advisor realized that Marth had forgotten Roy's bizarre behavior-the radiant smile on his face made that flawlessly clear. Unfortunately, the young advisor was unable to do the same thing...his heart was roaring with tension, and he did not have the strength to ignore it. His heart was rarely ever wrong, and he knew his heart well...

"Soren?"

Soren's eyes widened in surprise. He wasn't expecting a continuation of their conversation to occur. "Yes?" he asked his friend softly, his voice drifting into the zephyrs of midnight. Marth kept his eyes on the Shierta Ocean...but his voice fell into Soren's ears clearly.

"I...I love him. I would endure anything for him-sorrow...death...hunger...anything. I love him...more than words can express. The love that burns within my heart for him...can't be measured by time, or even words. It's just...too strong."

Cascades of sorrowful starlight bloomed in Soren's eyes...but he kept a warm smile on his face. If the Altean had turned around, the sadness within his eyes would have been discovered...but Marth kept his eyes on the eternal waves.

"Marth...I'd...like to thank you. Thank you...for...everything. I can't tell you how happy your words have made me...for I want the two of you to share a fruitful, peaceful future."

The response he received was a simple one, but it brought even more tears to his eyes.

"Thank you. I can't tell you how much that means to me."

Silence returned to the two of them...and the silence held different effects for both of them. In Marth's eyes, the silence was a golden pool of serenity...but for Soren, it was a burdensome vault of apprehension. After several minutes of silence, the young advisor buried his face between his knees...and felt his heart sink into a thousand pits of tension.

Marth...I hope you can keep that smile upon your heart.

Another hour elapsed, and its expiration brought the vessel of Pharae to Charon. It was very early in the morning, but energy levels were at their highest-the world of Charon instilled excitement into the hearts of its visitors. The aura of Charon brought the vessel into its harbor...and captivated the individuals upon the vessel. In no time at all, the ship was put to rest...and its residents eagerly emerged from it. None of them, with the exception of Marth, had ever seen Charon before...and their new adventure was radiant with excitement.

Wolt was the first one to make his descent. The archer was normally shy, but new adventures caused him to return to the days of his youth-newborn excitement caused the young side of his heart to emerge. Allen, his close companion, was right behind him...he was the annoyed, frustrated parent, and Wolt was the child. Roy was at Allen's side-he was desperately holding onto the role of the mediator. The owners of the ship left their posts after the trio had made their first steps into Charon...and the remaining individuals slowly made their descent into their new world of dreams.

The fairy tales they had heard were all true.

Charon truly was a realm of immortality...and it was an ideal place for a Christmas vacation. Sheets of iridescent snow weren't falling upon the streets, but it was still a truly wondrous place...for the incandescent skies were filled with the melody of rainbows, and the buildings of Charon were majestic paintings of light. The stars within the skies were reflections of Shierta's stars, for they held the same depth to them. The legendary land caused even the most stubborn of men to become vibrant children-it never failed to reel in its visitors.

The owners of the ship made their flight into the depths of Charon instantly-all of them were turned into children in a flash. Wolt would have been a perfect companion to all of them, but he kept his place as Roy's bodyguard...and his place as Allen's partner. He took his place at his friend's side...as Soren and Marth took places behind the trio. His words were a perfect reflection of their thoughts.

"This place is really something. It has the feel of a dream about it-I feel as though I'm sleeping right now."

Allen smiled at his friend warmly, and placed a hand on his shoulder. His eyes twinkled with warm starlight as his voice drifted into the cold, tranquil air. "I know how you feel, friend." he said to him gently, feeling the desire to become a child develop. He looked into the face of his sovereign...which still had the same, deceptive smile about it...

"Our first order of business should be to secure a place of shelter. Evidently, none of us are low on energy...but it would be sensible to locate a haven. Marth, you've been here before, am I correct?"

The immaculate Altean nodded. His eyes were flawless reflections of the heavens, and so was his smile. "As a child I made my first steps upon this place." he explained, bearing the aura of a respectful student about him. He had the beauty of an angel, the warmth of a dove and the kindness of a child-he truly was a grand miracle to behold. "I believe I know of a suitable place for this occasion."

A grin bloomed on Wolt's face, which made him look like a child at a Christmas tree. "I know you'll choose well, my friend. It's nice to know that we're in good hands!"

"Meit-ya!"

Oh no...

A poisonous thunderbolt shot into Roy's heart, and his eyes became gemstones of surprise. He had spent the entire trip without Marth...and had the desire to spend the rest of the trip without him...

The smile was beginning to crumble.

Marth had the face of a hopeful, excited puppy. His eyes were so warm and bright...they were enough to put the smallest infant to shame...

Soren noticed the emotions flowing through Roy's heart...and felt his own heart crumble.

For the first time in hours, Roy spoke to his soul mate...and tried his hardest to hold back everything...

"What is it?"

The Altean ran to him and brought him into another embrace, bearing the smile of a blissful child about his gentle eyes. Soren kept a close eye on his sovereign as Marth held him close, beaming with happiness...

"I'm so glad you're here with me. I've always wanted to bring you here, dearest one."

Soren's heart sank even further, and every scrap of moisture removed itself from his mouth. Allen noticed his discomfort and remembered the words Roy had given him in throne room...

"You know, for a moment, I thought you were Marth-I'm glad you aren't, dear friend!"

Something's not right here...and you're picking up on that too, aren't you Soren?

The two of them looked upon each other, and silently exchanged emotions. After their exchange occurred, they placed their attention back on the couple-Marth had the look of a lovestruck puppy...and Roy looked as if he were about to choke on something...

Marth brought him even closer to his heart, smiling...smiling like an angel that had been blessed with the most beautiful honor...

Roy could feel every one of Marth's breaths on the back of his neck...he could feel strands of his angel's hair caresses the back of his neck...

And his angel was so happy...so very happy...

"I can't wait to show you what I've got up my sleeve! Dearest one, I know the two of us will make a lot of memories here...and we'll be able to share them until the end of time."

Their vacation meant the world to Marth. The Altean's voice, his smile...all of those were pristine reflections of the skies...and he cherished the Sovereign of Pharae more than anything...

"Shia'cha kernuh, meit-ya."

I love you, dear heart.

For the tenth millionth time...Roy failed to respond.

But this time, it wasn't because of the ardor flowing throughout his body.

I love you too, Marth...

He couldn't say it. He couldn't say it anymore.

He had done enough.

Wolt was completely oblivious to the alarming developments, but Soren and Allen were right on top of them. Marth had just told Roy the magic words, but received no response in return. Marth had told them that he knew Roy spoke with his heart, and not with his mouth...the Altean wasn't bothered by the silence one bit. Unfortunately, the two of them were unable to shake off their uneasiness, for the look on Roy's face was not an expression of happiness. It was slipping by Marth, for the happy angel's eyes were closed in pure bliss...but it was perfectly clear to both of them.

A moment of silence went by, but to the Sovereign of Pharae, every second was a year. After the silence withdrew itself, he gently pushed his soul mate away...wearing a warm, ardent smile about his face. The radiance of the Altean became even stronger-he truly looked as if he had been blessed with the most beautiful gift of all.

Soren and Allen still weren't able to shake off their uneasiness.

"Um...if it's all right...I'd like to take a walk about the city."

Those words alarmed all three of them-they even caught Wolt's attention. The enthusiastic, softhearted archer turned to his sovereign, his eyes shining with shock.

"You aren't thinking of going solo, are you Your Highness? We've just arrived, and we still need to-"

Roy turned away from the group and began his departure, placing the same deceitful smile back on his face. He spoke to his friend as if he were going to a parade, but his voice held a note of frsutration to it...

"I'll be fine. There's no need to fuss over me! Don't worry-I'll find you once I'm finished."

"Now wait a minute!"

Allen placed himself in front of his sovereign, and brought his departure to a halt. Confusion fell into Marth's gentle eyes as the paladin made his voice known, and it wasn't radiant with the happiness that had fallen upon him mere minutes ago. "What do you think you're doing, Your Majesty?" he asked his friend, his eyes blazing with frustration. "I know this is all very exciting, and I'm glad you're anxious to dig into Charon, but this is still new territory! Marth, Wolt and I are your guardians, in case you've forgotten-and Soren is your advisor!"

Allen's words failed to produce any success.

His sovereign looked upon him as if he were an intruder at a tea party.

"I said I'll be all right. Have a little faith, Allen-I'd appreciate it."

"What?"

The happiness that had descended upon the group vanished into the newborn day. Confusion, apprehension and sadness struck the hearts of Marth, Soren, Wolt and Allen...as their companion made his descent into a new world. The four of them spent an eternity in silence...and during that silence, they tried to place pieces of a puzzle together, but none of the pieces had the desire to cooperate. Tension exploded in Soren's heart, and he became intensely sick to his stomach...

The reason for that eruption was unclear...but the tension was at an excruciating level...

And the surge of tension had something to do with Roy's departure.

His heart became painfully heavy with fear, but he held back the true depth of his emotions. The heavens were still telling him to let destiny take its course...and so he was unable to share anything with his companions...

Allen was responsible for breaking the silence, but his words made Wolt wish for the return of silence.

"Should one of us go after him?"

Surprisingly, Marth gave a reply-and it was a calm, peaceful one. He was the epitome of tranquility...but the others were unable to bask in his aura of serenity at the moment.

"No. He'll be all right. His heart's carrying a small burden right now-and he needs the time to remove it."

Frustration made its descent upon Allen's face-he looked as if he had just heard a child deliver the sweetest speech about a land filled with candy. He passed his facial expression to Wolt, who had the look of a worried parent about his eyes. The kindhearted archer shrugged at his dearest companion, and then he spoke to all of his companions.

"You mean he hasn't figured out what to get you for a Christmas gift?"

Marth's face became a soft shade of red, and he shook his head at the archer shyly. Allen nudged his dearest friend in the ribs and released a soft sigh of frustration...

"Wolt, I think it's a lot deeper than that..."

Soren ran a hand over his face...as rough winds brushed his hair. The tension within the pit of his stomach caused his entire body to become a throbbing mass of sorrow...his heart sank deeper and deeper into an abyss of fear...

"I hope my instincts are inaccurate this time...oh gods..."

The passage of time caused the winds of midnight to become gales of an unborn day. Vivacious, fragrant winds emerged from slumber with the departure of midnight, and with them came the arrival of a harmonious orb, which was known as 'Dawn's Silver Moon'. The footsteps of Charon's residents slowly came to a halt, as the silver moon found its new arrivals inside of a warm haven. The light of excitement stayed within the city's stitches-in the light of day and night, it never failed to reach the hearts of thousands.

Silence fell over the realm of Charon, and it blanketed the hearts of its inhabitants like a gentle sheet of snow. One soul was unable to bask in the warmth of the harmony, though-he was unable to bring his vague route to a halt. Families were asleep, lovers were asleep...he knew that other hearts were drenched in blankets of happiness, and he envied all of every single one of them. His desire for warmth was intense, but a part of his heart wanted to cast off that desire...for he had no desire to burden his angel with his insignificance. It was very early in the morning-Marth was probably asleep, dreaming of him...

But the Altean couldn't sleep, and neither could Soren.

The hands of time carried him to Charon's central star-the Temple of Elhysias. The temple was the most beautiful, ethereal building of Charon, and its residents treasured it deeply. The very stitches of the building were soaked in crystal white sheets...the windows had the aura of pristine diamonds about them...and the temple was high enough to reach the deepest depths of the heavens. The temple bore a light that drew Charonians to it, and it carried the hearts of its people into a realm of infinite memories. The memories were composed of legends, battles, and sacred vows...each memory shimmered like a tiny candle flame in the midst of the darkest night. Visitors from other worlds were always drawn to the temple, but for different reasons-they knew nothing of Charon's history, but the temple never failed to bring out their deepest thoughts. The temple placed their visitors into their own worlds...the worlds were either composed of silent nightmares or beauteous dreams. Each world was different for each heart...

The son of Lord Eliwood stood at the temple's doors for an eternity. He ran a hand over the door's sacred carvings...and felt the voices of the temple call out to him. It was strange, yet comforting and familiar...warm and enchanting. He felt as if the spirits of his kin were deep within the temple's walls...

Soren couldn't bring a halt to his tossing and turning. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sink into a golden blanket of slumber. The hands of tension wouldn't stop tormenting him-the passage of time increased their merciless power. They kept his heart in a tight, excruciating grip of fire...and caused his stomach to burn with immoderate fear. The pain wouldn't stop...the origin of the pain was unclear, so there was no way to eliminate the storm raging within him...

But he knew that his uneasiness was following Roy's path.

"Gods...Lord Roy, you're in danger...what am I supposed to do..."

I hate feeling like this...I hate being this helpless...

The skies were peaceful to the eyes of others, but Soren could see the truth. In his eyes, the skies were dark, desolate oceans...and they held nothing but the melody of oncoming fear. The ground beneath him was trembling...his entire body was trembling...and there was nothing could do to stop any of it. There wasn't a single star in the sky-the heavens were almost black with the stench of apprehension. The others were victims of illusions, but the young advisor was aware of the truth, and the truth wasn't pleasing him at all. Harsh, forceful winds were urgently howling in his ears-they were trying to pass a message to him, but for the first time in his life, he was unable to read their hearts...

The sovereign of Pharae made his first steps into the sacred temple, and his gentle footsteps echoed throughout the eternal halls. The exterior of the temple was radiant with the aura of vivacity, but the insides were completely different-it was as if the creators had made the temple in the fashion of a haunted house. The winds were fierce and cold, even though they were completely silent...and the ground beneath his feet was icy enough to shame the restraints of description. The temple was filled with an eerie, maddening silence...but he could hear someone calling out to him, whispering his name...

The tension wouldn't stop growing and growing...

Soren was dangerously on the brink of insanity. For the first time in his life, he was unable to hear the words of the wind, and that fact brought him excruciating discomfort. He was the High Advisor of Pharae's sovereign-he was charged with the safety of the young one, and held his life in his hands...he had spent his entire life at Roy's side, and bestowed guidance upon the young sovereign during those years. He protected Roy with his life, and held him close to his heart-the way a father would hold a child to his heart. He was perfectly comfortable with being his guardian, for he loved him dearly...but at the moment, he was failing miserably at his job-and he felt awful. Roy was in grave danger, and so was the soulbond he shared with Marth...but he had no clues to anything...

"Soren!"

That voice belonged to none other than Allen. The paladin placed his hands on the advisor's shoulders and shook him urgently-he seemed to be choking on a certain element, even though he couldn't witness the dramatic changes within the skies...

"You can feel it too, right? For the first time ever, the two of us are on the same page. And I thought you were out of my league!"

The young one opened his mouth to speak to him, but his statement remained an unspoken thought...for it was cut off by a horrific image of reality...

Oh gods, Roy...

"You're finally here, Lord Roy. I've been expecting you."

The winds of the temple brought Roy's footsteps to a halt. He froze in his place, paralyzed by shock-he knew that someone had the desire to reach him, but he wasn't expecting the unknown individual to be an actual, living being...for the voice that had fallen into his ears was a distant, eerie and surreal one...

Devilish green eyes melted into his soul...as a villainous shadow emerged from the darkness of the temple. The son of Lord Eliwood looked upon the secretive enigma, who had suddenly appeared out of a vague, obscure dream...and was drawn into the devilish magic of his soul...

There was a smile on his face, and it bore a sickening resemblance to the smile of a triumphant feline. His green eyes, which were holding Roy in a trance, held the same smile-the shadow looked as if he wanted to create a flood of bloodshed, even though an untrained eye would have said that he was a suitable companion for a picnic. His short silver hair held the same devilish qualities, and wisps of it were locked onto the sides of his face...

The temple became colder and colder...with every step of the shadow's soul...

"I must've have spent hours waiting for you. No matter though-you're here, and that's all that matters."

Disbelief shot right through the sovereign's heart, and caused his eyes to transform into solid pools of shock.

"Wait a minute-how did you know of my arrival? How-"

The demon brought himself even closer to the sovereign...smiling and smiling...

He looked as though he wanted to break into a fit of laughter.

He closed the distance between him and the sovereign-he brought himself so close to him that he was barely able to breathe. He took a finger and caressed the side of Roy's neck...

"None of that matters. Besides, I'm in charge here. My pet, you're Marth's lover, aren't you?"

Roy's heart dropped a million miles.

A cold, hard lump developed in the sovereign's throat. He swallowed, but his attempt to remove it failed miserably...and his body was so cold, so very cold...

"Yes, but why is that any of your business? Who are you?"

"I'm a demon of the night, little one...and I know everything. You don't want to be Marth's mate, do you?"

His heart dropped even FURTHER...and his body became colder...

"He loves you...treasures you...caresses you with the passionate spirit of a true lover...but you don't want him. You want to cast him off into the deepest oblivion...for you feel that you don't deserve him."

The smile on Hadin's face became a grin...a sick, twisted grin of pure evil...

"Want to know something? You don't deserve him, little pet. The Altean is beautiful-immaculate...pristine...heavenly...everything one could wish for. He rises above the lowly, stinking heap of mortals, for he is the very epitome of radiance. You, on the other hand, are a disgusting sliver of filth-I don't understand why the glorious angel chose you to be his mate!"

"Marth! Marth!"

Marth rushed over to his soul mate's advisor, his ethereal eyes burning with the deepest level of tension. Soren wasn't alone in his ocean of fear-his companions were with him, and the tension was perfectly clear. Wolt and Allen, as usual, were in the same area, sharing their tension with each other...for they were true friends, and had no desire to break away from each other...

"Marth, you must listen to me! Lord Roy is in danger!"

Marth did what Allen had done several seconds ago, but his grip was far more powerful. His empyrean oceans were soaked in the winds of fear and sorrow...

"Tell me what you know, Soren."

Soren seemed to be out of breath-the fear flowing through him was just too great to control...

"He's inside of the Elhsyias Temple. Please trust me-the winds speak the truth. There is no time for small details-I can only tell you this. Lord Roy needs you now, more than EVER!"

The serenity of the realm vanished in an instant. The magic of the new adventure was no longer present.

Wolt and Allen exchanged fearful glances with each other. Wolt had the look of a confused infant about him, but Allen was quite familiar with the winds of fear, for they had made a home within him during his last meeting with Roy. The urgency of Soren's voice increased...

"I trust you know where the Elhsyias Temple is?"

In a mere flash, tension rose through the roof and shot straight into the heavens.

The empyrean Altean, who was known to be an unparalleled runner, instantly made his departure from their haven...

"It's disgusting, really. Marth has been blessed with the grace of pure beauty. His very physique screams the word 'perfection'-he's almost too good to be true! But you taint that delicate beauty every day and night...you taint that soul of perfection with every breath you take! You savor his kisses, you take in his embraces and you drink the cup of his promises-but you know you don't deserve him! You're tainting that pure, holy body with your filth and it's downright disgusting!"

Roy fell to his knees...and succumbed to an eternity of tears...

"Your soulbond is a sin upon our holy land! A mortal has no right to taste the soul of an Altean!"

Please...please wait for me...

If you were suffering...why didn't you tell me? Why?

"You have shamed the heavens with your wicked ignorance! Putrid insect, your soulbond with the Altean must be brought to an end, for no holy being needs to fall under your pathetic grasp!"

Marth's body was on fire...and the tears just wouldn't stop...it was almost impossible to breathe...

"Wait for me...please...wait for me..."

Soren clasped his hands together, took a deep breath...and closed his eyes...

Marth, please hurry...our lord needs you...

A pool of black light developed under Roy's feet...as the temple became unbearably cold...

The smile on Hadin's face became darker and darker...

"You have committed the worst sin of all, and you know it, MORTAL!"

Breathing became harder and harder...

"Please...wait for me!"

His heart began to ache.

"I don't want to lose you! Please wait for me!"

I'll find you!

The Altean became closer and closer...

The pool became larger and larger...

Tears wouldn't stop flowing from Roy's eyes...

"I'll break your soulbond myself, and bring an end to this shame!"

Seconds elapsed.

Marth flew the doors of the temple open...and...

Found nothing.

-I hope the cliffhanger wasn't too confusing. This chapter was rather exciting, don't you think? The next entry's going to be even better, and I hope the story's new title is better than the previous one. My latest source of inspiration has been Final Fantasy X, and I have placed Marth into a 'Yuna-like' role, which will shine through later in the story. I will say one thing about my latest ideas: the ending of this is going to have everyone in tears! Here's one detail: Marth will be singing the 'Hymn of the Fayth'.

I hope you continue to enjoy 'Angel', and THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT-

I can't tell you how much it means to me.

AND TEN CHEERS FOR HIKARU!

Chosen song for Hadin's arrival: Enemy Attack of Final Fantasy X OST