Welcome to the year 2006! How is everyone? I hope you had the happiest of vacations, yessiree bob! I sure did, and I'm revved up for the year ahead (if you couldn't already tell).
'Angel' is close to the finale! Aren't you excited? Suuu! I sure am, and it's still going to rock the world! Yahoo! It feels kinda weird, writing after such a long time...but I'll stop being rusty once I start back up! Hopefully this chapter won't turn out to be flabby because of the longy-wong break I took...I'll try my best!
I'm changing my writing style this year. Thanks to PirateGoddess27, I've decided to awaken my true writing spirit, and hopefully change the entire world with it! Read this chapter and tell me what you think-is it an improvement over past entries, or is my style still the same? I wanna get better and better!
Happy New Year to everyone! Thank you to all that supported and inspired me in the year 2005! I wish everyone the best of luck with not only their fanfics, but with their lives as well! Cheers!
The luminescent heavens were ringing with ancient hymns.
The song of night was silent, but filled with the desire for an everlasting future.
The gemstones of the heavens were radiant with luminous excitement. They had the smiles of newborn infants about them; it was as if they were about to experience a miracle like no other. Their auras were brilliantly unfathomable, and drenched in the inexplicable rapture of a new day. Destiny's sonata was upon them; they knew that well, and they were ready to embrace it.
The Sovereign of Pharae was ready to embrace the sonata as well. The one he loved more than life itself was about to undertake an enormous adventure, and he wanted to give him all of the support his soul had to offer. He had come dangerously close to losing the one he loved, and was unwilling to repeat the mistakes he had made in the past. The love that burned within his soul for Marth had started out as a wildfire of uncertainty, but his journey into the past caused that wildfire to become a shower of iridescent, immortal love. He loved the Angel of Altea...loved him, treasured him, cherished him...he had always loved him.
Now he was ready to embrace that love.
I'll stand by you...no matter what happens. I'll hold you close...keep you warm and safe...
I'll hold you...until eternity comes to an end.
Charon's sacred temple was a heavenly, ethereal sea of ancient memories. Pyreflies were silently dancing throughout the serene haven, radiant with the effervescent essence of unbridled happiness. The sanctuary, which was a portal into time itself, was in the embrace of a sapphire ocean, for it was filled with a radiance that could never be surpassed. The pyreflies were bestowing a rich, lustrous beauty upon the temple; they too seemed to be smiling, and they weren't afraid to show their excitement. Each pyrefly held the heart of a soul...a soul that had once dwelled in the grand kingdom of Altea. They were gazing upon their ethereal guardian with the greatest amount of hope, filled with the warmth of a thousand sunrises. Their auras were composed of pride, ecstasy and hope.
The Savior of Altea was in the very center of the temple, lost in a whirlpool of emotions. Happiness was abundant in his heart, but there were other emotions present; sorrow and fear. He was surrounded in the aura of a world he had been torn from...a realm his heart had spent an eternity in. He was in the center of a world his heart knew well, but the reunion was anything but joyous. The spirits of the lost kingdom were all around him...waiting for him to embrace his destiny...
They had spent an eternity waiting for him.
His father...mother...all of his loyal followers...all of his descendants...
All of their spirits had spent an eternity waiting for him...to embrace his destiny. They had spent ages and ages...waiting for the prophecies to rise. It was finally time for their Savior to gain their wings...and now their waiting was at an end. The angel, who bore the name of Marth, knew that they had spent an eternity waiting for him...and was unable to shake off intolerable sadness due to that fact. The souls of the grand kingdom had been unable to rest for so long...they had spent eons waiting for him...him...
Pristine, ethereal oceans filled his warm eyes. His heart detected the thick tension of the atmosphere, and lowered its pace. The angel spent an eternity immersed in thought, then he slowly fell to his knees, placed his hands in his lap...and closed his eyes. A moment of silence elapsed, then he began to sing the hymn of his homeland...the hymn of Altea's sacred, holy prophecies. The pyreflies soared around his heart...as the hymn drew itself from the depths of his gentle soul.
Ieyui...
Nobumeno...
Renmiri...
Yojuyogo...
Hasatekane...
Kutamae...
An incandescent ocean light draped itself around him, and his eyes fell into the midst of crystal blue heavens. His heart soared back to the memories he had created in the world he once dwelled in...as he allowed the spirits of his descendants to carry him forward. His eyes closed themselves as serenity draped itself around his fragile heart...but his soul could still look upon the heavens. The pyreflies carried him into golden silence, but the hymn continued to resonate throughout the heavens...like a golden memory of everlasting hope. Beams of crystal blue light removed his garments, and he fell into the sacred attire of Altea's beloved prophecies. The outfit he had received from his friend Soren was no more; he was now clothed in an outfit that couldn't be tied down by the boundaries of description. It was a heavenly union of pure white and blue-that was the only acceptable description that could be tied to it. Translucent wings were streaming from his back, and they surpassed the silver moonlight of a starlit dream.
The transformation came to an end several minutes later. The angel was gently placed onto his feet...and he lowered his head, anxious to encounter the next step. The tension flowing through him came from the excruciating desire to look upon the face of his mate; unfortunately, his desires were restrained by the calling of destiny...
Soren, Roy, Wolt and Allen found themselves in the ethereal temple after a few short minutes. Time had soared by them with thunderous force; it was as if it sensed their excitement, and was eager to see them embrace the future. They found themselves a few yards away from the angel, who was deeply absorbed in a menagerie of memories. Their hearts flung themselves against their chests as soon as they saw Marth; none of them were even able to recognize the angel on first sight. The Altean had always been an empyrean being of sacred light...but they had never dreamt of seeing him...in his true form. Shock thrust itself into all of their hearts...as they gazed upon the one they had come to love and know so well. Each of them bore different emotions; Soren still had the aura of an excited explorer about him, Roy was aching with the desire to be near his beloved star, Wolt had the behavior of an anxious father, and Allen was still in the shoes of an excited mother. The Sovereign of Pharae almost threw himself out on Marth, but his paladin held him back-it was almost no different from holding back an anxious puppy.
"Whoa there, milord. Wait a minute. This is an Altean matter; we don't know what we're dealing with here."
The look Roy gave Allen broke Wolt's heart. The desire to bear near his lover was passionately fierce-that was flawlessly evident. His heart couldn't breathe without the smile of his beloved angel...and he could feel Marth's tension...Marth's desire to be near him. Both of their hearts were crying out for each other...but they seemed to be worlds apart...separated by the hands of destiny...
Allen turned to Soren.
"What exactly is going on here, my friend? Is Marth...still with us?"
Soren's face held a mixture of fervent tension, excitement, disbelief and ecstasy. His voice was no different.
"He just received his wings. It's time for him to place the lost spirits of Altea at rest. After his descendants drifted from the world of the living, they drifted throughout the stream of time...and waited for their savior to lay them to rest. They'll finally meet the peace they've longed for."
As if on cue, floods of pyreflies drifted into the temple...and whisked all of their hearts back in Altea's memories. Visions of the past appeared before their very eyes...as Altea's spirits continued to release the holy hymn. The faces of bygone memories made themselves clear...and gave birth to unfathomable sorrow. The faces of Altea's spirits fell into all of their hearts...and brought them even closer to the wings of destiny. Soren, Roy, Wolt and Allen felt as if they had known the spirits all of their lives, for their hymn was penetrating their hearts with infinite, familiar warmth. The familiarity caused oceans to rise to their eyes...as they realized that the spirits had waited so long for their savior to arrive.
Marth's heart was drowning in the strongest sorrow. The full impact of his destiny was finally upon him, and it was wreaking havoc upon his delicate soul. Guilt was present among the ocean of sadness; he didn't know that so many had drifted throughout nothingness...he didn't know that so many souls had spent eons...waiting for him to embrace them. Sadness, regret, loneliness and fear united in his shivering heart...and caused him to wrap his arms around himself. He was lost among the sacred, time-honored hymn...and he felt lonely, cold and heartbroken. Pure, clear tears were streaming from his eyes, and his heart was silently pounding upon the waves of sadness.
Hasatekane...
Kutamae...
Roy's heart placed itself on the angel in front of him. His Marth, his beloved star...was right in front of him, aching for his embrace...lost in the tide of destiny. The Sovereign of Pharae was inwardly furious, for he was as helpless as a kitten-and he hated feeling helpless. No Principality enjoyed having the weakness of a kitten-whenever they were forced into a situation they couldn't control, frustration exploded inside of their souls. Roy's soul was screaming with frustration; he wanted to warm his shivering friend, lover and hero, but was unable to do so. His heart could hear the pain of his lover's heart-both of their hearts were tied together...in a union of everlasting love. Marth's pain was his pain...Marth's tears were his tears...
Both of them loved each other deeply.
Wolt placed a hand on his sovereign's trembling shoulder, and smiled into his face. He gave his friend the smile of an understanding father...the smile of a friend that could relate to him. Roy looked into his faithful companion's face and sighed, feeling that an explosion was about to occur within his chest-
"Wolt, I don't know if I can endure this much longer. I hope the gods can forgive my impatience."
The archer's eyes shimmered with a beauty Roy had never seen before. They were warm, comforting oceans of sunlight; it was as if Wolt had been in Roy's position before, but had failed to make his dreams come true. He embraced his beloved sovereign and patted him on the back, then passed on warm encouragement. "There isn't anything to forgive, Roy." he said to him softly, his eyes beaming with brotherly love. He had never called his sovereign by name-that fact alone brought out great, unbridled love. "You love Marth, and Marth loves you. The two of you obviously can't live without each other. Any idiot can see that just by looking at the two of you. He needs you, my friend-go to him."
Go to him.
Happiness bloomed in Roy's eyes. The sovereign embraced the affectionate archer, grateful to have such a loyal friend at his side. Wolt patted him on the back once again during the embrace, then gave him a swift kiss on the forehead-a common gesture of devotion between a sovereign and follower.
"Pay no heed to customs and routines. Your angel awaits, my lord."
Radiant cascades of starlight descended from the angel's soul, and caressed the ground. Each tear was filled with moonlight's embrace...it was pure, clear and solid, like a star among the heavens. Memories, dreams and desires united themselves in each tear, and bestowed a grand aura of warmth upon the beauteous haven. The eyes of the angel were lost among ethereal, passionate desires; his heart bore the desire for eternity, and his soul ached with the desire for peace. The wings that had been given to him were gently wrapped around his body...and their warmth gently drifted into his soul, like a blanket of unsurpassed serenity. The serenity filled his heart in the form of cold sorrow; the angel was still lost among a sea of loneliness. Flocks of pyreflies were doing their best to comfort him, but their beauty was lost on their angel-their beloved savior was anxious about the destiny that waited for him, and felt that he could not embrace his destiny alone. His heart silently cried out for its mate...as shards of crystal continued to stream from his frail soul.
An eternity passed between him and the heavens. He closed his eyes...and prepared to place his hands over his heart...but an abrupt explosion of warmth blanketed his body. Another pair of hands gently draped themselves over his, and caressed them as if they were priceless treasures...and then both pairs were gently placed over the angel's heart. Oceans of disbelief filled the angel's eyes...and a soft, warm voice touched his heart.
"I'm here."
I'm here.
Marth's fearful eyes fell into Roy's eyes. His body ceased its shivering...as sheets of golden warmth caressed his trembling soul.
"Roy...are...you really..."
His gentle words were pushed into the depths of his mind by an ardent, tender kiss. Warmth flooded the angel's heart...as his soul mate's lips caressed his. The passionate embrace drifted throughout the stream of time for what felt like an eternity...and it was an embrace that could never be surpassed. When the warm kiss came to an end, Roy placed both of his hands on Marth's cheeks and kept his forehead against his. The ability to speak was distant, for the Altean's soul was overwhelmed by warm happiness...but Marth held onto it as hard as he could. His warm voice was soft, fragile and shaky, like a newborn breeze.
"Thank you."
Roy squeezed his lover's hands and placed another sweet kiss upon his heart. "You're welcome, aya'cha." he whispered into Marth's soul. "Now, do what you have to do. No matter what happens...my heart will always be with yours. I love you, High Sovereign of Altea. The gods themselves couldn't tear my heart away from yours."
I love you...
"Shia'ya...metu'wei ahkasa..."
Beloved miracle, I love you too...
A smile bloomed on the angel's face, and his eyes lit up with the fires of determination.
It was time.
There are approximately three chapters left in this story. I hope this chapter is enjoyed by everyone-I put my heart and soul into it! Destiny has finally arrived, and it's about to be met with open arms. I hope this chapter has taught everyone a valuable lesson. Love knows no boundaries, no limits or restraints. If it's strong enough, it can overcome all obstacles...and any heart can feel the embrace of pristine love.
I'm going to begin another project soon! If you enjoy my 'boy love' style, please check in on my Gravitation fic once it begins! It's going to be a hit, I assure you! If you're familiar with the series, it won't be as poetic and spiritual as 'Angel', but it'll still be fluffy! Yayness! I hope my readers are familiar with the series...if you aren't, please read! Hee hee hee! Or maybe I'll just make a tiny character guide in the beginning...
I hope my style has improved. If it hasn't yet, I hope it'll improve soon. I want to be the best writer I can be. Best wishes for the year 2006! Expect the next update soon! And it's great to be back!
Dedicated to PirateGoddess27, who inspired me to awaken my true voice.
Theme of 'Wings': New Hope (Industrial Version) by Masashi Hamauzu