DISCLAIMER: I do not own Magic Knights Rayearth nor do I claim to. I just like the show and wanted to write a little something for it.

Sestercentennial - Means 250 years

Squall - Is another term for a storm.

_[ STORY ]_

Eagle waited on the balcony with Caldina as the craft landed, the medical team was first off, an order from Eagle had them following Caldina inside.

"Why call a medical team, if you send them away?" Geo asked exiting the ship.

"Contact Zazu have him prepare the ship for immediate departure," Eagle told his second in command.

"Wait, what? We just got here, why leave so soon?" Geo asked blocking Eagle from entering the ship.

Eagle turned to face his longtime friend, "I owe my life to their mage as you well know, now he's at death's door. I for one will not let him pass without doing everything in my power to help. Leaving this world may well be that one chance and my ship and crew can help," he said.

Geo merely nodded in understanding then headed to the cockpit, Eagle turned and sat on the doorframe waiting. Soon the echo of footsteps made themselves know; it was the medical team returning, Lantis and Presea in tow.

The smith was wearing traveling clothes and had a small pack with her it was clear what her intention was, "do you mind me tagging along?" she asked.

"Its fine, but it's a long flight just to warn you," Eagle replied moving so the others could bring the occupied litter on board.

"I'll…I'll will survive, thank you for the concern."

"Then welcome abroad."

Presea stepped into the small craft looking at Lantis as the door closed she was leaving the only world she'd ever known, and she was fearful of what was to come. Presea wanted to go, no, she needed to go not just for the sake of the one she loved so dearly, but for her sanity if she had stayed the waiting and worrying would have driven her mad.

Eagle showed her to where Clef had been secured for the flight then left her to join Geo; she found her way to a chair that one of the crew had set out. Once settled she tentatively reached for the small hand that held such responsibility. Presea rubbed soothing circles into the heated skin lost in thought as the ship took off.

Once they docked with the larger craft Clef and Presea were moved to the infirmary. Sometime during her vigil, Presea had fallen asleep for she found herself being awoken by one of the medical staff a young woman named Sterling, she was to be the one responsible for all Clef and Presea's needs well there were in route to Autozam.

"Miss," Sterling said, "I have prepared a bed for you'd if you'd like to get some rest?"

"I'm not leaving him," Presea answered rubbing the sleep from her eyes

Sterling smiled, "I understand, the bed is across the room, the Commander informed me of your attachment to the boy," she said making Presea giggle, the medic was taken aback.

"I'm sorry it's just if Clef was awake and had his staff you would have a sore head right now," Presea told her further adding to the women's confusion, "he may look like a child, but he is in fact 750 years old. On our world one can use their will to change their appearance, among other things," she explained taking pity on the women.

The look of surprise nearly had Presea rolling, after apologizing profusely, Sterling and Presea stuck up a conversation an hour quickly before the weaponsmith fell asleep in her chair again, Sterling gently lifted her from her perch and laid her on the fresh bed, she placed a blanket over her, then checked on Clef, before leaving them to slumber.

_[ TO BE CONTINUED ]_

Note: Thank you one and all for your patience, hope you enjoyed the chapter.