Hello! So, this chapter took me longer than what I hoped, but finally, it is here. I must say it brought me a lot of headaches. I

simply could not write, but I hope it is as good as the others because, truly, I put a lot of effort in it. Once again, thanks to

my editor. You are fabulous.

Disclaimer: Escaflowne obviously doesn't belong to me. The poem is not mine either, but I cannot remember who wrote it. If

anyone knows, be kind enough to tell me.

The pain of loving you

Cry of the heart

You see the pain that lies in his eyes

But alas, his eyes are dry

He won't cry, no, he won't cry

You see the anger that burn from his gaze,

The madness that sets his eyes ablaze,

He won't cry, no, he won't cry

You see the fear that closes his eyes

The smile he wears is but a disguise,

He won't cry, no, he won't cry

You see the hope that is finally dead.

He cannot trust for his heart has been bled

He won't cry, no, he won't cry

You see the love that lies within

But he shall never love again

He won't cry, no, he won't cry

You see death's hand that glazed his eyes

No one saw him die inside

They won't cry, no they won't cry

It had been a very long day, and now that the night had come, Allen closed his eyes, gave a big sigh, and tried not to give into desperation. After all the efforts they had done, all the sacrifices that had been made, all the blood that had been spilled, and all the lives that had ended, nothing had changed. Zaibach was still winning, Asturia was being crushed. As the days passed, Asturia became weaker and Zaibach stronger. They were losing forces, and no matter what he did, Zaibach still managed to win. Day after day he had stood and fought besides brave people. At night he went off to rest. Next morning he found empty spaces besides him that were soon replaced by other faces, other people. He didn't even bother to see who died and who didn't. It would be impossible to keep up, soldiers either died in combat or of injuries. It didn't matter anymore, nothing did. If he didn't change his strategy, everything would be ruined. They would lose, and Zaibach would rule over them. Allen got up and hit the chair he had been sitting in as hard as he could.

"What do I have to do," he whispered to the night "to win this war?" he went to his window and rested his head on its cool surface. "What do you want me to do…" he asked to no one "to help me save the people that have put their lives on my hands?"

He had always thought that being a king would be easy. He would get to boss everyone around. No one would be able to contradict him. He would marry a woman that wanted nothing else in life but him. The world would be at his feet. Asturia was the most powerful country of Gaea. It was the kingdom of hope, the one place where everything could be possible. Allen looked through his window. What had happened to the greatest kingdom? Where was all its glory? Injured soldiers lay on its streets, and people from all around Gaea tried to look for any kind of shelter in the destroyed city. His once magnificent palace was now almost in ruins. The war had destroyed everything that had had once made him proud. It had come as a plague, and it just wasn't leaving. A soft knock was heard, but Allen didn't have the strength to respond. Nowadays, he only found strength to fight. He had stopped living to become a warrior, a soldier that could close his eyes to everything but the endless war. He had to be strong for his people. Everyone looked up to him. He was their example. If he allowed himself to look weak for just a second, all his people would lose what little strength and hope they had left within them.

"Allen?"

Millerna's voice sounded unreal to him. It had been three weeks since he last saw her. He turned towards her. His blue eyes had lost their shine, just like Millerna's. They were just shadows of the persons that they had once been. They were the ghosts of the once great rulers of Asturia and Freid. Millerna went inside his room. One look at him made her heart break all over again. He looked lost and tired. It seemed like he had little or nothing left in him. She wondered how he could keep going into the battlefield when he looked like he had nothing else left in him.

"Allen…"

"I fear we are going to lose this war, Millerna."

"Don't say that, we can still win."

Allen opened his mouth, but closed it again. What could he say to her? She just wouldn't understand the situation they were in.

"I know you think everything is lost, but it is not!" Millerna spoke firmly. There was something in her voice that Allen couldn't identify.

"What do you mean?"

"You can't give up. I know everything looks difficult. Hell, I know this war has brought a lot of pain. I have suffered so much; I don't even know how I'm still here. But I am. And so are you. And so is everyone else, if you give up, all the ones that have died will have done so in vain. Dryden's death will not matter. He gave his life for us. He bought time with his sacrifice. You can't waste the gift he gave all of us. And you have to think of Hitomi. You love her, don't you? If you give up now, you will let her down. She would never give up, no matter what. She is out there risking her life for everyone. She is with a person she loathes, just for us. She went with the Dragon because, if she finds the Heart, there is a possibility that she may win this war and save everyone. She thought of you, and me, and everyone out there when she decided to go on that task. She never thought of herself. She did it selflessly. You can't throw Hitomi's and Dryden's sacrifices over board. You can't give up. You are not allowed to lose this war."

Her voice had filled with angered and desperation, and with hope and warmth. Allen wondered how she could feel all those emotions at the same time. She had lost the most important thing for her, and yet, here she was, talking to him about not giving up, about continuing their paths. He admired her spirit.

"How do you do it?" he asked her "How do you keep on living when everything looks dark? What is your secret, Millerna?"

"There is no secret. You should now. You too have lost important people. You have always managed to keep on going."

Allen closed his eyes. Yes, a long time ago, he had lost everyone important to him.

Flashback

Allen watched with gentle eyes as his wife walked through the gardens. She was so beautiful. Her long, blond hair moved with the wind. Her green eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

"Allen, come with me."

Allen smiled as he made his way towards Marlene.

"I love you."

Marlene gently smiled at him.

"I love you too."

"I am soon going to become king…"
"I know."

"I promise you nothing will change between us, Marlene."

"I know, Allen, you will always be a great man in my eyes, no matter what."

"Thank you, for always being here for me."

End Flashback

"Your sister was very important to me."

"I used to be jealous of her." Millerna confessed to him, "And I was beyond mad when my parents married me to Dryden. Marlene had you, and I had an unwanted husband, but then…she died."

Allen felt the old wound hurt once more. It had stopped hurting when Hitomi had arrived in his life, but she wasn't here now. No one could stop the pain.

"Sickness took her when she was too young…"

"I thought you would never fall in love again."

"Same here, until Hitomi entered my life. I truly loved your sister, but we were only 17. My love for Hitomi is different, more mature."

"I see." Millerna stayed quite for some time. Allen didn't say a word either. Silence stretched between them. "What are you going to do about the war?" She finally asked.

"I…don't know. I need a plan. We are losing forces, and we are…" Allen opened his eyes wide. How could he not have think of it before? He got up and started passing around.

"What is it?"

"I've got it. Up until now, magical and unmagical kingdoms have fought separately. I think…maybe…"

He left his sentence hanging on the air, but Millerna had understood what he was trying to say. A new fire burned in her eyes.

"Are you trying to say that we should join forces with the magical kingdoms?"

"We already have an alliance with the Kansaki Kingdom, but up until now, we have only been trying to defend it. Maybe it is time for us to attack."

"It could work, but even though Asturia is close to most unmagical kingdoms, it is separated from magical ones. We would have to move all our armies, refugees, and people to another kingdom; one that is right in the middle of Gaea, close to unmagical and magical places, and that had a good barrier and will to hold against Zaibach's attacks."

Allen sat again. He had a plan, but what place had all the qualities that they needed? It had to be a big kingdom that was prepared for fighting and close to the kingdoms that were fighting on their own, to the kingdoms that still had forces.

"Kansaki."

The name rolled off of his tongue, sounding almost impossible. The answer to the problems had always been there. Everyone had told him not to think of Hitomi, when her last name, her kingdom, could be the one that could save them all from falling into Zaibach's hands.

"We have to send messengers to every single kingdom that can still fight. We will need all the help we can get, so call the rebels and all kinds of forces that aren't under anyone's rule. They could make the difference."

Millerna was about to agree when the most difficult part of their plan came into her mind.

"How are we going to get everyone out and to Kansaki without Dornkirk noticing?"

Allen opened his mouth, but he closed it instantly. He hadn't thought that far.

"You could get the people out in small groups while the soldier helped as a distraction. I could teletransport the equipment and soldiers. It will take a lot of energy, but I will probably be able to pull it off."

Millerna and Allen turned around to find Boris. He looked tensed, but by the look in his face, it was obvious that he had already made up his mind.

"You could die." Millerna told him softly.

"I've lived long enough. Besides, in times like this, dying is normal. Lots of people have made sacrifices on this war, so why not me? It could be our only chance of surviving, and we have to make time for Hitomi and Van."

Allen looked at Boris and then at Millerna. This was their last chance of surviving. If they didn't make it, then that was it. Asturia could no longer hold against Zaibach, but Kansaki wasn't as damage. It could make it. Gadess was there as was half his army. He was sure the other kingdoms and single forces would agree with him. They had to do it. It was for Gaea, for their people, for life, for Hitomi. He had to hold on until Hitomi arrived. He couldn't let all her efforts go to waste. He had to fight until the end. This was their only solution. It would be difficult, but it wasn't impossible.

"Fine, we will do as Boris says. Millerna, tell the maids to spread the rumor. We will prepare to leave. Boris, get ready. Your task is the most difficult one. I will keep the troops fighting until the last moment."

Allen allowed himself to relax. Maybe, just maybe, they had a chance to see another day. If faith was kind to them, they would be able to survive the damned war. From the deepest of his hear and soul, Allen gathered all the strength he had left. He would need it for this task and for the final battle against Zaibach.

Hitomi placidly walked towards the house she shared with Barton. She hung a song happily to herself, swinging the basket filled with the flowers that she had collected in the morning.

'It is such a glorious day' she thought cheerfully, life was so radiant. She didn't have to worry about anything. The only thing that existed in her life was peace and happiness. Problems didn't exist in her world. She reached her house and entered it.

"Barton?" she called out. The house stayed silent, but Hitomi shrugged it off. He had probably gone out to enjoy the day. She put the flowers in water and placed them on the middle of the table. She then prepared herself to make the meal. She started to cut some potatoes, and then she put them to fry. She put water to boil, and went to look for the meat they had stored in the back. When she returned, she cooked it. She turned to get some glasses, but froze. She didn't know what Barton would like to drink.

"Gosh, I've been living with him all my life and I don't know what he would like to drink."

"Beer would be fine."

She tuned around surprised.

"Can't you make some noise when you come in?"

"There's no need for scaring me, you know?"

Hitomi turned her back to Barton. Where had those words come from? Why did she suddenly feel like there was something out of place? It felt as if she had once known someone that scared her in the same way.

'That is a silly thought. The only person I know is Barton.'

"Beer it will be." She told him, forgetting about her silly feelings.

She went to the barrel where they kept the beer, and just as she was about to serve it, the strangest thing happened…again.

"You don't seem like the kind of person that would drink beer."

The glass fell, its peaces spilling all across the floor.

"Hitomi, what happened?" Barton was sitting on a chair at the other side of the room. He didn't seem interested in her well being. He simply grabbed his stick and went to her side.

'Once,' A voice inside her head told her, 'someone used to care for you so much, you thought you were dreaming about it.'

Hitomi grabbed her head with both hands. Where were all these voices and thoughts coming from?

"Here, let me help you with the drinks." Barton gently took the glass that was left in her hand from her; he got another glass and filled them with beer.

"I don't drink beer."

"You've always drank beer."

"Not anymore."

She turned to watch over the meat, but she couldn't keep the voice out of her mind.

'It…it sounded so familiar…'

Van fell to the ground. He waited for the next vision, image, whatever it was to take him, but none came. He opened his eyes slowly, as if scared of what he would see. Finally, he took courage and looked. He was back at the clearing. From where he was, he was able to see the forest…and Lila. She was curled up besides a tree, sleeping. He moved his body so he was lying on his back. The moon was still hiding behind the clouds. The water in the lake was calmed. The leaves on the trees didn't move. Everything was just as he had left it. He closed his eyes again. Images of what he had done still flashed in his mind. All the pain he had caused was still clear in his heart. The screams of fear and desperation still rang in his ears. He didn't care. If he had to do it again, he would. He would massacre every single one of those souls all over again. He heard Lila wake up, but he didn't move. Nothing she could do to him could compare to what she had already put him through. She had managed to remind him of who he was. She had made him cold again. She made her way towards him and sat besides him.

"I've seen what I have done" he told her. His voice was hollow. The only emotions that were in it were hatred and pain. "I don't care."

"I see." She sounded sad, but he didn't care. "Do you understand all the damage you have caused? Do you really comprehend all the pain you have inflicted upon others?"

Van didn't respond to her question. There was no point in answering something she already knew.

"No, you don't."

She raised her hand, and his body rose with it. She then made something appear in front of him, and laid him on the floor, standing on his feet.

"Turn towards it."

Van obeyed. He didn't care what happened to him anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.

Hitomi…

She would hate him. The very image of him would disgust her. She wouldn't even stand to hear his name. He didn't give a damn. If she wanted to hate him, it was fine with him.

"Look at it, this is you, is that really who you want to be?"

Van looked towards it. It was a mirror. He was looking at his reflection, but there was something wrong with it. He looked into his eyes, and a bitter smiled graced his face. He had the same look he used to own before meeting Hitomi.

'No,' He corrected silently. 'Kansaki'

"I don't care."

Lila got impatient. "If you didn't react when I showed you, then I'll just have to make you feel it…"

Van just shook his shoulders. To him, whatever she did didn't matter. She had already caused all the damage she could. She had already done the worst thing she could do to him. She had killed Van Fanel, and now, the Dragon was back.

Hitomi placed a hand on her head. It had been hurting since yesterday. Barton was out doing whatever it was he did, and she was all alone with her headache. She closed her eyes painfully as her headache intensified. One of her hands went towards her neck, but it was empty. She got confused. As far as she remembered, she had never worn anything around her neck. It had always been empty, so why was she looking for something there? Why did it feel like something was missing? Like a huge part of her had disappeared? Her head felt like it was about to explode, and she let out a cry of pain. Why were all these things happening to her now? Why was she hearing voices she didn't know? Why, did his voice haunt her? She got up and went to Barton's room. Maybe he had something that would help her throbbing head. She went to look inside his closet, his drawers, nothing. He didn't have one single pill. She tried to grab a little box that was hiding behind some books, but she wasn't able to reach it and it fell to the floor. Hitomi was about to pick the things up when a little pendant called her attention. As if hypnotized, she reached towards it and held it in her hands…

He was looking at her with worry in his eyes. He was begging her to wake up, to not leave him. His brown eyes called to her, pleaded with her. She couldn't look away form his passionate eyes. She wanted to know everything there was to know about him.

"Who are you?" She asked him, needing to know the owner of those warm eyes.

"Don't forget. Don't forget who you are. Don't let them win over you."

His eyes were disappearing, he was fading away.

"Don't go away!" She called out to him, yelled to him. It was all useless. He was already gone.

"Who are you?"

Hitomi came back to her senses. The headache had disappeared. The pendant was tightly held in her fingers. She felt lost. She knew she had to know that man. The moment she saw his eyes, something in her moved. It was like his eyes were craved into her very soul. Not knowing who he was killing her, and yet, at the same time, it was impossible for her to know him. She had always lived with Barton. She didn't know anyone else. She closed her eyes, but she could still see him. He had pleaded to her to not forget, to not let them win, but she had no idea of who them was. The only thing she knew was that she had to find him, whoever he was, wherever he was. She heard the door shut, and she knew Barton was home. She got angry. He had been hiding things from her, and she would not let it be anymore. Whatever it was he was hiding, he would spill it out. She determinately walked towards him. She was going to know the truth about her, whatever it took.

Van yelled out in pain. It felt like a thousand swords were going through his body. He could feel them passing through him. He could feel his body burn in the fire. He felt his lungs run out if air as they were filled with smoke. He could only feel fear and desperation, but there was no reason to be. His body hadn't suffered any damage. There was no blood spilling out of him. No fire was burning him. The smoke didn't exist. It was all in his imagination. It was all part if Lila's illusion.

"St…stop it." he managed to say between pants. Lila curled her hand into a fist, and van yelled out again.

"Why are you…?" Van had to stop and fight over his pain, "Why are you doing this?"

"You have to understand who you are to accept it."

"I…know who I am. I understand it."
"No" Lila said firmly, her childish face hardening. "You still don't."

Hitomi slammed her hands on the table. Her eyes were burning with anger. She locked her fiery eyes with his calm ones.

"You will tell me all I need to know."

"And what would you like to know?"

His voice was as calm as his eyes. It only angered her more. She wanted to make him feel as hopeless as she felt. She wanted him to lose his ever lasting patience.

"Tell me who I am. Tell me what I have forgotten."

"I don't know who or what you have forgotten. That is something you should know."

"But I don't!" she yelled at him. "I don't know anything anymore. I am so lost…I…" her voice cracked. "I only want to know all the pieces that are missing in my memory, my life, me."

"Why?"

She looked at him, and Barton felt sorry for her. She was losing herself into her doubts and concerns.

"Why do you want to remember?"

"Because…" A flash of his tortured eyes came into her mind. "Because I want to help him, I need to know who he is. His eyes linger in my mind. His voice calls me to him. I can not bear to let him suffer. He haunts my every thought…" Hitomi stopped, remembering the look of anguish in his brown orbs. "I want to take the look of pain from his eyes, and I can't do it without knowing who I am."

She looked wishfully at him, but he wasn't looking at her. His eyes were locked in something she could not see...

"What do you want, Hitomi?"

"I…" She was going to answer that she only wanted to remember, but at the very minute she realized she wanted more, much more.

"I want peace," She said, "I want my people to live happily."

"You are now Queen Hitomi"

"I want to save Gaea, and I want Dornkirk to pay for his crime."

"Will you marry me, Hitomi?"

Slowly, things were coming back into her mind; the important things in her life, the ones that made her who she was.

"I want to see my friends again. And most importantly…" she raised her head high. She let her mind fill with her memories. What was the most important thing to her? It suddenly clicked.

"'Ill always be there for you. I will never let you let go."

"…I want to save him."

"Do you know who he is?"

Hitomi closed her eyes, looking for the answer inside of her.

Flashback

"Dance with me." she whispered to him

"I don't know how to dance."

"I'll teach you."

She put his arm around her waist and grabbed the other one with her own hand, raising it to the level of his shoulders.

"Just move with me." She told him. She guided him though the room, moving slowly so he could follow easily. She smiled gently at him, and he pulled her closer.

"Hitomi…"

"Van."

End Flashback

"Van Fanel."

"Very good, then go to him." He smiled and clapped his hands. The door opened, revealing a spooky looking forest. Hitomi took a deep breath and gulped. She had to do this, for him. A breeze passed next to her, making her body chill. She gathered her courage and took a step towards the forest, but before leaving she asked him the one question that she had first.

"Why am I here?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. You passed your task."

"Which was?"

"To not forget what was most important to you."

"But I did forget. I forgot about peace."

"But you never forgot about Van. He was always present in your mind, even if you didn't notice."

Hitomi nodded and went to look for him.

Van no longer screamed. He felt his body been shattered and ripped, but he stayed as though he felt nothing. His look was vacant. His eyes were colder than ice. He didn't show any signs of being alive, except for his open eyes. Lila looked at him sadly.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" He didn't make signs of having listened to her. "Why do you not feel guilty?"

This time he did look at her. "I had to kill them to revenge my family. The whole world is my enemy. They all deserve to die."

Lila meditated his words for a moment. "You leave me no choice." She told him. "I will have to make your very soul feel what you have done." A blue light appeared in her hands, and Van did screamed this time as he felt his soul been abused. What else would he have to go through? What did the world want with him? He lost all kinds of thoughts as he let the pain take over him.

Hitomi ran, following the sound of his screams. She was terrified. What could be happening to him? What could make such a strong warrior scream in the way he was screaming? She ran and ran, but she just wasn't getting any closer to him. Suddenly, the screams stopped, and Hitomi found out what it was to fear silence.

Please don't let him be dead.´ she silently pleaded. Let me not be late.´

She stayed still for a few seconds, and held her pendant high.

´Please, tell me where he is.´

It obeyed immediately, and she went to where it pointed without question. The branches of the trees hit her as she passed them running, creating painful scars, but she didn't care. She had to get close to him before something else happened. Finally, the trees ended. Hitomi raised her eyes and had to put a hand on her mouth to not scream. Right there, in front of her was Van. Or at least that was who he looked like. He was kneeled in front of a broken mirror. He was looking at his hands like they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Van?"

He didn't responded, so she carefully walked towards him. Something about him was not right. She placed a timid hand on his shoulder, but he didn't turn towards her.

"Van, look at me." He didn't move. Hitomi was getting desperate. Why was he not responding to her? She moved so she was face to face with him, and gasped.

"Van, what have they done to you?"

His eyes were glassy and disoriented. His skin was as cold as death. He just looked at his hands. Hitomi was about to grab his head when a voice distracted her.

"Don't touch him. He is a cold, emotionless mercenary. He could kill you in seconds."

Hitomi turned towards the voice. It came from a little girl. She glared at her.

"Did you do this to him?"

She hesitated for a moment, but then answered. "Yes."

"Then you are not a friend of mine."

"But…"

"Shut up, you have done enough damage." Hitomi dismissed the girl and turned towards Van. She gently placed a hand under his chin and forced him to look at her. She felt like crying at the look in his eyes. They were only full of sorrow. There was nothing more in them. It felt like looking at the Dragon again, only this time he was more tortured then before. She knew she should fear him. The man in front of her was not her Van, but she couldn't leave him alone. Deep inside of the draconian, Van still existed.

"Van, please talk to me."

Slowly, words came out of his mouth.

"My hands are filled with blood."

"No, they are not. Your hands are clean."

"I can see the blood in them."

His voice was cold, and a shiver passed through her. Still, she did not move from where she was.

"There is nothing in them."

Abruptly, Van got up. He looked straight into her eyes.

"Yes, there is. Don't lie to me, Hitomi." She gasped. He hadn't forgotten her?

"Van…"

"I am a mercenary, and you hate me. You told me you hated me, and I can't blame you for it." he was raising his voice with every word. "I have killed innocents. Their blood is in my hands. Their screams are in my ears. Their dead eyes look at me. Their sorrow is in my heart. Their pain has burned into my soul. I am evil, and you are pure, and I do not deserve to live." Slowly, he bent to his knees. "I am a monster, a calamity, a draconian…"

"Van, stop saying nonsense! You are none of those things. I know you! You are a good person."

"You told me you hated me."

Hitomi felt like slapping herself. Why had she said all those horrible things to him?

"I didn't mean it."

"Then why did you say it?"

"Because…because I though I did, but it wasn't true. I could never, ever, hate you, Van."

She said the words softly, and they seemed to reach him because he turned to look at her.

"Why can't you hate me?" His eyes left hers, and she felt lonely. "I don't deserve to live…"

Hitomi jerked his head towards her.

"Look at me. You do not deserve to die. You can't die. I…I don't want you to die."

"Why?" He asked the question, but Hitomi knew that she was losing him again. She did not want that. She never wanted to be away from him. She needed him to be at her side.

"I am nothing without you." She whispered in his ear. "Nothing"

She knew that what she was going to do was wrong. She was promised to another and had no right in doing what she was about to do, but she didn't care. She could not lose Van. She would not let him fall into the darkness she had brought him out of. He would not let him be the Dragon again. She wanted Van. She needed Van. She had to have Van. Without giving it another thought, without thinking of the consequences, with only thought of him in her mind, she leaned forwards. His lips were so close. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind his neck.

"I will not let you leave me." She told him softly, putting her forehead against his. "Please, don't go…"

"I am a mercenary."

He was going back to his previous self, and Hitomi felt desperate. Without thinking of the consequences, forgetting everything but him, she leaned towards him. She stopped inches before him. One of her hands caressed his cheek.

"You will not go."

And she pressed her lips to his, kissing him as if her life depended on it. Kissing him with all the desperation she felt. And he kissed her back, and she felt herself melt with his touch, and waves of electricity went through her body with his slightest touch. And she forgot about everything but him. She forgot her duties, her responsibilities, Allen, everything. She did not think about the consequences as she felt her heart beat hard against her chest, his lips touch hers with the same desperation she had showed him. And she could do nothing but hold on tight to him as he went deeper and deeper until the breath she had left disappeared, and he finally left her standing numb. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with confusion and something else she could not recognize. She did not care. They would solve their feelings later. Right now, all that mattered was him. He was back with her again. He hadn't left her. She smiled and buried her head into his chest as he caressed her head.

"Thank you, Hitomi."

"Anything for you."

She got surprised at finding such truth into her words. So it was true. Her heart had been right all along. Van was much more than a friend to her.

'I think… I'm falling in love with you, Van…´

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Sooooo, did you like it? The part of the kiss was extremely difficult. It had to be perfect, but not too mushy because, come

on, we are talking about a mercenary and an engaged princess. I couldn't just make their first kiss be under the stars or

looking at the moon or any of those things. The way I see it, the best thing for them to truly realize their feelings and kiss

had to be under an extreme situation, and what better one than this one? Oh, and I know I put a lot of Allen parts, but I had

to move the war to Kansaki. It will be a better place for the last battle. Besided, it seems fun to do that to Dornkirk.

Anyway, tell me what you think about it. Review, review, review, I'm dying to know what you think of this chapter, and sorry

about not updating sooner.

Oh, and Me gustan más los sueños del futuro que la historia del pasado means:

I like the dreams of the future far more that the history of the past, but it sounds better in Spanish. At least, that is what I

think.