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Christina first became aware of the boy, looked at him, and gasped. The boy from her dreams.

Her first thought was Oh My God. Her second one was, He's Hot. Her third one was, I'd Better Answer Or He'll Think I'm a baka.

"My name is Christina, this is my friend, Mélanie. And you are?"

"I am called Van. I am king of this country: Fanelia."

"Uh... I'm in the presence of royalty?"

"Well, yes."

Christina felt so embarrassed. Royalty, and she hadn't even tried to be respectful. She got up, and bowed before him.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. You'll be my guests for as long as necessary."

"Necessary?" Mel said hesitantly

"Well, until we can send you back to the Mystic Moon. That is where you're from, right?"

"Actually, we're from Earth. What planet is this?"

"Well, we call it Gaea. For some reason, no one on earth can see it."

"Uh, actually, it was discovered recently. And people are trying to build a spaceship to get here and visit to see what species inhabit it. New ones, or ones we find on earth. That kind of thing."

"Well, you'll find a bit of both. There are humans, of course. But there are also creatures called cat-people. They're like humans, but they have fur, tails, fangs, and their ears are placed at the same place as humans, but they're made differently. And they have claws."

Christina did not want to be left out of the conversation.

"I have two cats at home, but they're not like that. They walk on four paws, and their ears are on top of their heads. And they're small enough to pick up. They don't talk or anything, but they have their own ways of telling me things. If I'm petting them and they like it, they purr. If they prefer to be left alone, they start moving their tail. If they come to me for attention, they'll stroke themselves against my leg. My cats are pretty affectionate, but one of them just hates being picked up. So I tend to just pet her as she passes by, or if she's lying down somewhere. I talk too much, don't I?"

"No, I find it interesting. What are their names?"

"Griselle is the one who hates being picked up, and Mistigrette tolerates it."

"Um, can we go dry off? I'm starting to feel cold."

Christina and Van turned towards Mélanie

"Sorry, Mel. I guess I got carried away."

"I can get you some clothes to wear while these ones dry up. There was another girl from the Mystic Moon who used to visit and I had some clothes from here put away for her so that she wouldn't stand out. They look like they'd be a perfect fit for you, Christina. But your friend is a bit short. They might be too big for her."

"Um, as previously stated, we are from Earth." Christina wondered why Van had forgotten that.

"Oh, I forgot to mention. The Mystic Moon is what we call Earth."

"Oh." Christina blushed.

Keyword: king. Be nice.

"Oh, that's okay your majesty. I don't mind." Mel seemed to be rather taken by Van, but Christina felt something more.

Being with him made her feel so comfortable. Like she had before.

I've been with him before. That's why. But there's something else. It's like there's a bond between us. But how? I haven't seen him since I was a little girl. Why do I feel this way?

The three kept silent on their way to the castle.

Van was right. The clothes were a perfect fit. Almost like they were made for her. It was a beautiful dress. A lavender purple with sky blue pleats and a matching blue sash. The dress was a backless. Christina felt almost like she was royalty herself. But she quickly shook the idea out of her head. She left the room, which Van had arranged for her, to see Mélanie coming out of hers.

"I knew they would be too big, but this is ridiculous."

Mel's dress, white with pink pleats and sash, was long enough that Mélanie could sweep the floor just by walking.

"Here. Use the sash to tie it up higher, like a belt."

Christina helped Mélanie to tuck some of the skirt of the dress up under the waist part, and tied it tightly with the sash. She looked a little big, and she still had to hold up the hem a bit, but at least it wasn't sweeping the floor much anymore.

"Van said to go to his study after we were done."

"And, where is that?"

"Let's try this way. If we get lost, we can ask for directions."

Somehow, Christina was able to direct them straight to the study. Obviously, her subconscious had the 'map' of the castle from when she was little.

She knocked, a little toc-toc-toc on the door, and a voice from inside said:
"Come in."

Christina and Mélanie walked in. Van was sitting in a squashy armchair near a roaring fire.

"Please, sit down."

He indicated two other armchairs near the fire, so that the three of them surrounded it. The girls sat down, and Van closed an old-looking book he was reading.

"There's going to be a royal gathering in Asturia next week, and I can't leave you alone here, because I'm the only one who knows where you're from, and I wouldn't trust anyone else with the secret except for friends of mine who knew the girl who would come here, but they're all in Asturia as well. However, there's a boy my age who arrived on Gaea a few months ago, and I would trust him with my life. I've told him the whole story, and he could go in with one of you, while I'm with the other. His name is Elijah. He's not from the Mystic Moon, but from another planet we have been having trade agreements with for a little while. It's the last planet in the solar system. They have amazing technology that keeps them alive in the extreme conditions. Anyway, what do you think of the plan?"

"I think it works," said Christina. "but why can't we just be your guests?"

"Because everyone except the people who know me well will think you're both my mistresses. That would be harmful for your reputations, since you would be seen as whores. I'd be okay, because it's apparently okay for a leader to have as many mistresses as he likes. But if it seems like you two are whores, Gecko men might try to get a hold of you. As mistresses, your freedom doesn't account as much as other peoples. They kidnap girls and women to be sold as sex-slaves. But if it doesn't look like you're my mistresses, rather than one being a potential fiancé, they'll know not to touch you. How does it sound, now?"

"Like the best plan we've got." Christina sighed. "But what if we draw attention to ourselves? Are there many girls here with short hair?"

"Unfortunately, no. Not that short, anyway. But I'm sure we'll think of something. Mélanie, Elijah is in the garden, so you can go meet him right away. I'll be with Christina. Just go straight down the hall till you find a staircase, and go straight down. That'll bring you to the entrance hall. Go behind the stairs, and you'll see the doors that lead to the garden. I have some other things to discuss with Christina."

Mélanie left, and Van turned towards Christina.

"I handed you the backless dress for a reason, which I'll explain in a moment. But first, I need to ask: Do you remember coming here when you were little?"

"Just bits of images. Not much."

"Do you remember having a sore back?"

"Yep. That was awful."

"Do you remember having an injury before that, which you received when you first arrived?"

"No, but I remember having a needle in my arm, and something red was in a tube connected to the needle. It might have been blood. A transfusion, maybe?"

"Exactly. Your arm was broken, and the bone had broken right through, rupturing several arteries. You had a very rare blood type. AB-. However, both me and my brother had it. So they took some blood from me, a little more from my brother, since he was older, and made the transfusion as soon as your arm was sewn up. I know this because I've found my mother's journals, and they talk about you. A week after, your arm was healed, but the bone was still fractured. One day, your back started aching. You said you remember that. My mother would stay up and tried all known ways to stop the pain, but it kept coming back. One day, wings sprung from your back. Afterward, you didn't have any back pain. But you didn't know what had happened to stop it and my mother didn't tell you. Apparently, Folken knew as well. No one ever told me, probably because I was too young."

"Whoa, stop for a minute. Wings? Like an angel would have?"

"Yes. My mother was a Draconian, and she passed it on to me and my brother. By using our blood for the transfusion, you became a Draconian as well."

"Wha?"

"Now is the time to prove it. I handed you a backless, so that you could spread you wings without ripping your clothes. Give it a try."

Christina found it too ridiculous to believe, but she figured she could at least try. She got up, and stood in a part of the room where there was lots of space.

How do I do this? Are the wings in my back? Okay, lets try jerking my shoulder blades back fast and hard.

She did so, and she felt as though something was released from her. A marvellous feeling. Like when you have your legs folded up during a long trip and you finally stretch them when you get out of the car. She looked down, and saw a few white feathers on the floor. She somehow managed to flap her wings. She gave a huge flap, and it felt wonderful. It felt exhilarating.

"See? You look wonderful, Christina. Like an angel, if I may borrow the term."

By this time, Van had walked around to be in front of her.

"Pull them back in, I want to show you something."

Christina hunched her shoulders, and the wings went back in. Feathers were all over the place.

"Don't worry. The whole kingdom knows I'm a Draconian. The servants will probably think they're mine."

Van led Christina out the main door, to a mountain. A grassy mountain with wild flowers. He led her halfway up, and after Christina had caught her breath, pulled off his shirt and spread his wings. Christina spread hers, Van took her hand, and helped her get into the air. They soared up high, and Christina felt pure ecstasy. Then, Van pulled her close to him, and kissed her. A soft, warm kiss. Christina felt high as the clouds, when they were only as high as the hill. This was what she was missing in life. The feeling of freedom, and love.

In the garden, Mélanie had found Elijah sitting on the edge of a fountain. He was staring at a kind of rose bush in front of him, but looked up as she approached.

Her immediate thought was: Chris can keep Van, this guy is much better.

He had blue hair, and was cross-dressed. Which Mélanie simply loved. He had a tunic-type thing, but it looked almost like a mini-skirted dress. His pants were clinging to his form like leggings, and he had knee-high, black boots. He also had a white bow-cravat which descended to his chest. And his eyes were a rare blue which glittered like sapphires.

He's so hot!

"I'm Mélanie. Van said that we're supposed to be together for the royal gathering."

"I am Elijah Esteban Lowell. Daresay, I never expected to find such a beautiful girl in all the galaxy. The girls on my planet are okay, and I haven't seen enough of Gaea to judge the ones here, but it would seem the best place to find one would be the Mystic Moon."

He got up, took Mélanie's hand in his, and bent forward to kiss it. It took Mélanie an immense amount of control not to giggle.

"Thank you, Elijah. We'd better get to know each other to make sure we don't foul up when we arrive in Asturia."

"Excellent idea, Milady. But may I ask what your full name is?"

"Mélanie du Point du Lac."

Oh...my...god. He's treating me like a princess. And he's hot. And a crossdresser to boot.

They talked, and talked, and talked for hours. Mélanie didn't seem to mind that now and then he would steal a glance down her dress. He was hand-talking, and accidentally brushed her bosom more than once. She didn't say a word, except when he asked her about herself.

"You know, Mélanie..."

"Oh, please. Call me Mel. All my friends do."

"Alright. Mel, I've never felt this comfortable with a girl before."

He slowly leaned towards her while he talked.

"And, I really enjoy your company. And I think I've fallen in love with you."

Here, her grabbed her from behind fast to pull her close. He kissed her passionately, with a hunger. She just let him be. Her head was spinning. She couldn't think straight. It was just her and Elijah in a mass of emotions. When he pulled away, their cheeks were flushed, and their eyes full of passion.

Somehow thinking at the same time that it was probably time for dinner, they got up and left for the castle.

Poor Chris. Mélanie thought. I actually have a crush on my escort and he loves me. Hers will just be for show