Hah! So, what did you think? ((starts beating Albert over the head with a metal pole)) You-suck-ass-you-filthy-little-dragoon-spirit-stealing-bastard! ((kicks him in the side)) And your "Rose Storm" does crap! o.o Sorry folks, I just needed to get that out of my system.

Anyway, off of my rant…since it's rather obvious that I don't like Albert, (no offence to those who do) you won't find him in this story. Just for fanfiction's sake, we'll say that he never inherited Lavitz's dragoon spirit and that Dart and the others are still carrying it around. Okay?

WOOT! Shout out to DawningStar. ((huggles!)) To answer your questions, the story is set after the Moonfall. Why were Dart and the others are in Mayfil? This chapter explains it, sort of, (all I'll tell you is that I altered the ending of the game to fit my story). -- Zackwell isn't in this, so no, he wasn't the demon I was referring to in the disclaimer. -- Don't worry; I may have a bad habit of killing off my own OC's, but Llumnaies is still an important character. I won't say any more, lest I give something away. As to what species she is, she's not a human or a wingly. You'll just have to wait and see! ((wink wink))

Another shout out goes to Dinogrrl. - ((does happy dance)) I gots reviewers! Must go buy Lavitz action figure…

Disclaimer still applies.

Chapter 1: In Remembrance of a Dream

-"It's all my fault…please forgive me…"

A pair of steel-gray eyes snapped open. Letting out a sharp breath, the weary knight sat up and pinched the skin of his forehead between his index finger and thumb. Figuring he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, he stood up and moved closer to the campfire; which was currently starting to die down. He stared into the dancing sparks, the images still fresh in his mind.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?"

Lavitz looked up to find Miranda standing nearby, carrying a small pile of firewood in her arms. He shook his head. "Weird dream. You?" He watched as the archer walked over and sat beside him, setting the bundle of sticks down as well.

"Just antsy." The sacred sister tucked a few wayward strands of hair behind her ear before throwing a handful of tinder onto the fire. "So much has happened, I guess I'm still a little on edge." Miranda looked over at her new comrade. Only a few days ago, the person that Dart spoke so highly of had been found alive. She'd never been told all of the details, but she was pretty sure that Lavitz had died. Now here he was, sitting three feet away from her in front of a campfire. He sure didn't look dead.

Miranda sighed. She had gained one friend, but only after she had lost another. Shana, she thought sadly. Dart had been hoping to find Shana in Mayfil. He wanted to say a final goodbye… The dragoon of light could still picture everything; Melbu Frahma had been defeated and the moon was falling. Rose had administered the killing blow, but the Moon Child needed to die as well to vanquish the god once and for all. Everyone else had escaped. Shana stayed behind.

Shaking the memory away, Miranda casually changed the subject. "What was your dream about?"

The blond knight scratched at the back of his head. "Uh, well…

Lavitz stood in the entryway of a towering cathedral. He could hear the sound of the rain outside echoing through the cavern-like ceiling; from where monstrous gargoyles leered down. He took a careful step forward, then another. He walked slowly along the isle, spear at the ready. He passed row after row of hard oak benches; his eyes cautiously darting from left to right as he neared the altar.

As he moved closer, he was bathed in multi-colored moonlight shining through the stained glass windows. Each was unique; rich greens and reds were twisted into winding, thorny vines tipped with ornate roses. Deep blues and violets created delicately winged figures dancing in the soft, pale rays of light. However, the most beautiful window of all, the one that took the young knight's breath away, was the one at the very front, just behind the altar.

The image was of a woman in a flowing, knee-length silver dress. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, palms upturned in a pleading, yet receptive manner. Two locks of her indigo hair framed her sorrowful face; the rest was cropped short just above her pointed ears. As moonlight poured in through the fragile surface of the glass, Lavitz was clearly able to see the raindrops as they ran down the woman's face. Just like tears, he thought. He quietly approached the window. "Whom would you be crying for?" he whispered to the crystalline goddess before him.

"Sister, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" asked a small, child-like voice from somewhere within the shadows.

Lavitz turned to see who had spoken, but he was completely alone. Then he heard a second speaker.

-"Don't you see, Lillith? It's my fault…all my fault…" A choked sob followed, echoing through the darkness.

"What does one human life matter? My blade would have ended it anyway," answered a third, much colder voice; sending a chill down Lavitz's spine.

-"You don't understand, Lyda…this man was not supposed to die yet!"

The knight frowned. "That voice," he whispered. "I know that voice."

"Cease your tears, Sister. You embarrass me."

-"Please forgive me…wherever you are, please forgive me…"

Miranda listened intently as her gray-eyed friend finished describing his dream. Turning to stare into the fire, the sacred sister propped her cheek in her fist. "Wow." She looked back at the knight beside her, studying his expression. "Do you remember where it was you first heard the voice?"

Lavitz bit his lip hesitantly. "I don't know for sure, but it sounded like…Llumnaies."

"You mean the woman from Mayfil? The one you told us about?"

The man in green nodded. "It was similar; not that that necessarily means anything." He gave Miranda a sidelong glance. "Does it?"

The White-Silver Dragoon simply shrugged and got to her feet. "Who knows…" She slowly turned and walked away, hands in her pockets.

Lavitz stayed by the fire until the flames burned to embers and his eyes became heavy. He finally fell asleep. Unbeknownst to either he or Miranda, the raven-haired warrior on the opposite side of the fire pit had been listening the whole time.

Rose quietly rolled onto her back and gazed into the starlit heavens. "Infinium…she who dances on moonlight…"