Fanelia Four Years Later: A Vision of the Mystic Moon
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Van paced in front of his council. The council watched him cross the length of the conference room. One of the members timed his movement – one minute and thirty-two seconds for one length, one minute and twenty-five seconds to return, one minute and two…
Van stopped short and faced his council. "Why do I have to do it?"
Leonard, the Chief of the Council, "Well, My Lord, if a King cannot stop her, nobody else can."
"Haven't you tried anyone else?" Van howled.
The King was being anything but kingly at this point, Leonard thought. "This woman is created chaos in countryside, and is gathering a great number of followers. She has already slapped several of our military."
"Slapped? That is why I have to go? Don't I have better things to do? I have a country to rule!" Van started his pacing again.
Travis, a Councilor sitting on next to Leonard piped up, "My Lord, her slaps are not ordinary. She has some strange power behind them – that makes one speechless…"
"I'm sure I've had better slaps than Monona Bariny can give!" Van snapped and stormed out.
Nobody quite knew what to say. It was only after a couple of minutes, while the Council was recovering from the King's temper tantrum, that a murmur of voices arose. That day the Grand Conference Room felt the presence of giggling once-manly officials.
Van walked over to the lake that adjoined the palace grounds, wearing his tan pants without the red shirt he was fond of. Hitomi's pink pendant hung from his neck, resting against his tanned muscular chest. Nobody quite knew where he got his toned physique from. He was desperately in need for a nice cool dip in a secluded area. He sat down on the shore next to a large rock and waited for the ripples of the lake to reach him. The wind was in his favor, ruffling his thick black hair. He sighed as he felt the water swirled around his legs which were stretched out in front of him. He felt something lift from him, possibly his weariness, his worries, his soul, his lack of a life…
"Ah, so kings have private moments too, I see," a somewhat feminine drawl came from behind.
Van's head shot up and stared at the intruder. "Dilandau!"
"I didn't quite expect you to be here - did some one tell you I was going swimming?" Dilandau walked up to where Van was sitting, wearing red and silver pants, cut off just below the knees. "Maybe you had something to tell me then?"
Van stared at the perfectly poised figure above him. "What? NO! I did not know you were here! I just wanted to relax! My council is giving me a hell of a time…"
"Ah, I see."
Since when does Dilandau say, Ah, I see? What's wrong with the world today? What did I ever do wrong? Van was now disturbed and confused
"Do you want a back massage? I can give pretty good ones…even my Dragonslayers said that…before you went and killed them off," Dilandau looked accusingly at Van.
"I'm sorry," mumbled Van, "But the circumstances being what they were…"
"But I will feel better if you did something for me," said Dilandau, now standing right next to Van's feet, "I want you to light a candle for me."
Van felt that the situation was beyond his control, and possibly required some divine intervention. In a desperate attempt to get up, he grabbed on to the Dilandau's leg. Dilandau lost his balance and fell, his bare toned chest meeting Van's, his head meeting Van's, and his mouth meeting, yes, Van's.
And the tale ran thus: the beautiful silver-haired young person fell upon his Excellency, Ruling Monarch of the Beautiful Fanelia, proclaiming deep emotions for our Beloved King…
And Van could not quite describe the feeling he felt next. For in that fraction of a second that his lips met those of the blond boy's, he felt everything in his surroundings disappear and a new scene spin into his focus. He saw before him Hitomi, sprawled on the ground, with what appeared to be two people, one of whom was definitely male and had shoulder-length dark brown hair, and the other with shoulder-length red hair who could also have been male. Hitomi, thought Van, and closed his eyes, struggling no longer.
…it is said that his Highness bore a great love for Lady Celena, and thus could not take his greatness away from her gentle yet manly form. He closed his eyes and embraced the heart of the young man who lay upon his bosom, as day embraced night on the shore of the Lake Geirabu…