Yes, That's right! I'm back! Did you miss me? It's been about a year and a half since I updated this story. What made me want to get back to it? I'm not really sure. I have been thinking about writing in the last little while and I tried to start some new stories, but that never worked. I started to think about this story and how great it was. How I never had any problem writing in it. So after doing a little bit of review of the last couple of chapters this is what I came up with. It's a mixture of what I wanted to happen way back when, and what I have invented in the last couple of days. Please enjoy.

The dark stone floor felt colder with each step as the silver haired maiden was led through the long, almost overwhelming, halls. Large columns of polished black marble rose fifteen feet in the air to hold up a ceiling laced with gold leafing. The gold was beautiful, mirroring every flicker of light coming from the large bowls of oil and fire set along the walls. It was a great sight to behold to that of a Mahal Diolan. Serenity had always known the simplicity of small huts decorated in silver, white and blue, and had never seen something so intricate.

She winced slightly as they tightened their grips around her white delicate looking arms; squalling softly when the rigged plating of their armor dug into her forearms. Both soldiers took their turns to pier curious glances the Diolan's way, but it never lasted more than a moment. This unnerved her, though the two large men stayed in complete silence the entire escort; not bothering to speak to her once. She secretly wished they would break the silence, then swore to herself for wishing it.

"You may leave her to me. Thank you." A woman child no more than an inch taller than Serenity said with an elegant demure. She pushed through the large iron clad solders and put two softly set hands on Serenity's shoulders; taking a careful look into the Diolan's eyes. Serenity felt the young woman's light warm breath as she whispered carefully into her ear, "Don't be afraid."

The elegant woman smiled with tiny lips. Her hair was short, just brushing the crook of her neck, and so dark black it seemed to be blue. "What are you soldiers waiting here for? You're job is done. I will take custody of the Diolan from now on." She gave a frighteningly stern look.

"Yes, Malickee," both of the soldiers walked back down the long ebony hall, not turning back to have another glance. This woman child commanded respect, even with her small elegant stature.

"Come this way, Diolan." She stopped a moment and looked Serenity's bindings. The ropes tied around her wrists were uncomfortable and had started to leave read rings around her beautiful white skin. "Leave it to men to treat a lady like this, even if that lady is a prisoner." She smiled again. "If you promise to not run away I will untie your ropes. Do you promise?"

Serenity looked the supposed Malickee in the eyes, trusting her. "Yes, I promise."

"Good." She untied the ropes with the same soft touch as she had when she had placed her hands on Serenity's shoulders. The Diolan could feel the kindness in this wise woman through her fragile finger tips. "Let's get you into some more comfortable clothing. I'm sure you want to take a bath after such a long journey."

"Oh, yes, please!" The Diolan said with almost too much enthusiasm. She put her fingers to her soft lips. She would have to watch herself. She had to remember. Had to. She hated it here. She hated everything about here. This was the demon's prison. This was the deepest pits of hell and the sooner she could leave the better. She had to remember.

Nonetheless, even through the hate, she would love the bath. Dirt, dust, sweat, and the smell of horses had clung to every inch of her body during the journey. Getting the demon's stink off of her would be a blessing.

"Come with me then." The Malickee took Serenity by the hand and led her the rest of the way down the hall. "My name is Amina. I don't want you too be afraid when you're with me, do you understand?" She opened a set of black double doors to a room with a small steaming pool. Young women seemed to pace back and forth as they prepared the area for the new arrival. They all stopped suddenly, hints of fear in their eyes, as they turned to each other; giggles and whispered quickly exchanged between them all.

"Oh, stop it girls. She's not going to eat you." Malickee Amina snapped. She turned towards Serenity and smiled again. "Get undressed. The bath is ready for you." Turning again, this time letting her eyes maze through the group of girls. "Where is Makotin?"

"Here, Malickee." Makotin rose her hand and rushed forward.

"Make sure the girls stay in line and that they are not rude to our guest. I have to go make my appearance at the celebration and speak with the Sunsire Diolon." She looked at all of the girls who were now whispering among themselves. "Everyone better not mistreat the Mahal Diolan or they will have to deal with me."

Serenity stood in awe. What was she going to do next? Get undressed and bathe? She hoped the Malickee didn't leave, but right as those hopes entered her head they were crushed. The Malikee opened the door that they had entered from and left as quickly as she had come. "What am I going to do?" She whimpered to herself.

"It will be alright, Diolan. My name is Makotin. I'm Reisha's personal maid, and while you're here; I will be yours as well." The maid smiled with a big toothy grin. A smile that could only come from someone with a heart of genuine gold. "Now, let's get you out of these dirty cloths and into that hot bath."

Reisha… That had been the name of the Diolan of Totark; the fiery little vixen that had flown through the crowd to meet the Demon as he dismounted his horse. Reisha's personal maid… Would that mean that the servant might have the same unpleasant position as the Totark's Diolan? No… Serenity had decided on it. No woman with a smile like Makotin's could be as foul spirited as that wicked harpy, Reisha.

Serenity reluctantly slipped the dirt filled tunic over her shoulders and let it slide down her creamy white skin. She looked towards that bath that was steaming, waiting for her to enter it. Oh, to be clean again…

The Sunsire Diolon stood and clapped over the chattering people that were all around him. "My People!" He yelled as those deemed worthy of the celebration quieted until there was complete and utter silence. "We have defeated our enemy!" Cheering sounded all around. "We have captured their Diolan!" Another fit of cheering sounded almost on que. "And have declared ourselves the superior people!" Endymion waited for the last outburst to quiet before he finished. "These are all dreams that my father once had, as did his father before him. For generations our people have dreamed of an empire, and I am happy to announce this is that time! We are at the beginning of a new empire! The Totark Empire!" The room exploded with cheers, this time deafening. "In celebration I present to you this feast! Drink, eat, dance! All in the name of Totark!"

Music started to fill the room. The sound of flutes, guitars, and a pounding drum drowned the entire dining hall. Women, dressed in red nearly invisible scarves and gold, danced around the room. One, in particular, warmed herself closer to the Sunsire Diolon. She danced for him, moving her body rhythmically with the music, as he drank from his chalice and enjoyed the entertainment.

Reisha entered not long after the music had started. She looked around the finely decorated room, trying to find her cousin and lover, and was not surprised that he had been observing one of the beautiful dancers.

The Diolan made her way through the celebrating guests and pulled the dancer away, slowly, taking her place. She moved her body in the same rhythmic pattern, but something was different. Seductively, different. She felt her hands run down her own body and slowly made her way closer to her lover. Placing her hands on his hips she slowly moved them up his chest, letting them stroke his body erotically.

Endymion watched as his cousin danced and stroked him. He had been craving a woman's touch ever since the incident at the beach and this was just making him want her even more. Siren… The Diolan… Shimmering white hair… blue pool like eyes… and the body of… What? He opened his eyes and watched as Reisha fit herself into his arms, kissing him, and biting his lip.

"Why am I not surprised?" Jedine stood in front of the two with crossed arms and a smug look on his face. "We have not spent a moment in the beautiful city before you two are about she share each other's bed."

"Oh quiet yourself, Jedine" Reisha barked and continued to stroke her hands through the Diolon's hair. She slithered her way to his ears and licked the Endymion's lob softly. "Why do you even put up with this commoner's presence?"

Endymion completely ignored his cousin. "Jedine, is there something that I can do for you?" Endymion asked as he enjoyed his cousin's touches and teasing licks. "Or may I get back to enjoying our victory?"

"No. Nothing. I was just wondering if you had seen the Malickee around?" He looked through the crowd, as if worried. "I have not seen her all night. I would have hoped that she would have met us when we had arrived from our travels…" The general trailed off, obviously preoccupied with looking through the crowd.

"Jedine, I'm sure she is around somewhere…" His eyes set on something past Jedine. He smiled as he spoke. "Malickee Amina…" He tipped his head in a respectful greeting. "I expect you are doing well?"

Jedine quickly turned and watched as the Malickee of Totark took a few steps forward. "Sunsire Diolon, Diolan, General Jedine." She bowed slightly and let a warm smile fall upon Jedine. "I understand that your adventure was a success?" She laughed as she watched those around her feast and dance.

"An incredible success." Endymion said as he pushed Reisha off of his lap slightly. To this she pouted and glared at Malickee Amina. "In fact, my dear half sister, we have brought home a prize that has proven to be more trouble than she is woth."

"Yes, I know. I have already taken care of her arrangements while she will be here. In fact, that is what I have come to speak with you about right now. I want to discuss your treatment of the Mahal Diolan. She is scratched and bruised. What in the world did you do to her?" The Malickee crossed her arms over the canary yellow tunic that draped over her body.

"Let us talk about this another time. Now is a time for feasting." He smiled the people around him. "Drinks for all of us." He waved over a servant girl with a draw of cups filled to the brims with deep red wine.

"Please… Endymion…" Amina pleaded with the Diolon.

Endymion gave the Malickee a reassuring smile. "I promise we will go over this in due time. There is much we need to discuss."

To this the Malickee nodded. She trusted the Sunsire Diolon when he said they would talk and if now was not the time, now was not the time. "I am going to go around and greet our guests. Sunsire Diolon," She nodded slightly in his direction then turned to Jedine, "General Jedine. I'm happy that you have come back to us safely. I prayed for all of you while you were on your journey." She bowed and glanced at Jedine as she walked swiftly away.

Jedine could do nothing but stare as the beautiful wise woman left their party. Even as she moved through the crowd and eventually disappeared his eyes did not leave the spot in which she vanished.

"Jedine…?" Endymion asked with mild curiosity. "Maybe I will finally get my chance to tease you for once?" He laughed as he took a large swig from his cup.

Serenity sighed in content as she patted her hair dry from the relaxing bath she had just been allowed to have. Instead of sweat and horses, she smelled of sweet lilacs, a smell she loved so much in the spring time.

"Do you feel better, Diolan?" Makotin asked as she entered Serenity's designated quarters, a large room all in red, trimmed in beautiful gold leafing.

"Yes, very much so." Serenity smiled. "Thank you Makotin." She continued to pat her hair down with the cloth until Makotin presented her with a hair brush. "May I?" she asked and gestured to the Diolan's pure snow white hair. "I've never seen hair like yours. Most people from Totark have dark hair. Yours is like silver."

Serenity blushed and nodded for the maid to brush her hair. No one had ever said anything about the color of her hair before so she had never thought it to be any different than any one else's. "My hair color is a trait passed from Diola to Diolan through the generations… I never thought of it any different than any other color."

Makotin ran the brush smoothly down the long locks of hair without one force of resistance. The Mahal Diolan's hair was like silk. "You're not scary like everyone has been saying." Makotin chuckled to herself.

"Neither are you, Makotin" The two sat in silence for several moments until Serenity turned and smiled at Makotin. "My name is Serenity." There was silence again. She thought to herself quietly, biting her lip until it hurt. How long was she going to be here? Were they going to keep her forever… or kill her… Damn that black Demon! Her hate suddenly burned inside of her again. Not for Makotin, but for that damned man who had taken her away from everything she had known. Damn him! Damn him for taking him away from Setsune, Hotarm, Michiran… Kunzim… Tears swelled in her eyes. Rivers of tears ran down her cheeks and the thoughts of her loved ones ran through her head.

"Oh, Serenity… It will be ok. You'll learn to like it here. I promise." Makotin hugged the young woman in a warm embrace. "It will be alright, you'll see."

"I don't want to like it here! That demon took me away from my home. He took away my life!" She started to cry harder than before. "And with everything that's happened… I hate him!" She cried out loud. "I hate him…"

Nephile held his cup loosely in his hand as he wandered around the jovial party. Though everyone around him seemed to be enjoying themselves his thoughts could only be in one place. Making that whore of Mahal pay for what she had done to his reputation. Anger seeped through his body like a sickness. Since the incident a few suns ago everything had changed. While his words had been held in high opinion before, now they meant nothing to the Sunsire Diolon or the other Generals. Word had gotten out about the tongue lashing he had received from Endymion and it had traveled fast. Though he has not been released from his rank as of yet, any moment it could no longer be his.

He observed the Diolon as Reisha practically ravished him while Jedine, the dimwitted fool, had preoccupied himself with the Malickee. Everyone was dancing and getting drunk, if they were not already.

He smiled to himself… there was one way he could make that whore pay, and it would be in a way he had wanted from the very beginning. He would try one more time. Try to ravish that whore one more time, while everyone else was drunk and unable to find their wits about them. He was determined to have the whore… no… not determined… obsessed. He would have her tonight or never have her at all.

Quietly Nephile slipped through the crowd of singing and cheering celebrators until he made it through the doors of the great hall and into a black marbled corridor. He passed a couple of nervous servants, who politely bowed to him as he made his way through the palace. Finally his destination had been met. The room that the Diolan has been assigned.

A young servant girl with brown hair exited the room quietly, carefully closing the door behind her, as to not awake the sleeping guest. Perfect, the girl was asleep. He would be able to take full advantage of her vulnerability.

Nephile chuckled to himself. Had he become insane with obsession? He did not care. This woman would pay for what she had done to his reputation. He would have the woman.

The general quietly walked down the hall, put his hand to door knob, and held it there for a moment. Finally. Finally he would have his revenge on this girl. He felt as if he had won a war and smiled to himself proudly. He had won the war over the Mahal's savage goddess.

Serenity watched the fire in the oil filled bowls flicker feverishly. She was almost hypnotized by it. The tears she had cried were now dry, but the pain she had felt still swelled inside of her. Her eyes got heavier with every minute as sleep started to take her.

Half asleep she heard the door open, but thought nothing of it. She was warm in her soft feathery bed, and exhausted by everything that had happened in the last couple of suns.

Serenity suddenly felt icy could. Before she had even realized her warm cover had been thrown off of her. What was going on? What had happened? What sleep she was under had left her in a state of confusion. Was this a dream? Hands crept over her body, touching her stomach, breasts, and legs… Visions of the Totark's Diolon filled her mind. She sighed in pleasure has his hands ran up and down her body, teasing her poor senses… A hand slithered up her thigh making her eyes shoot wide open. "No!" Her mouth was suddenly covered by another hand. Though it was dark she could see who it was. Not the Demon! Nephile! "Stop!" She screamed but it was only muffled by the General's great hand.

"Quiet savage! I'm going to give you what you deserve!" He ripped the tunic she had been given by Makotin exposing her entirely. "Beautiful…" Me murmured to himself as he pinned the Diolan's arms down and kissed her roughly. With his free hand he started to undress himself, then tore her from her bed is if not even intending to use it.

Serenity screamed and struggled to get away. He was too strong! No! She didn't want this! This is what the Totark were! Horrible beasts! This is what she had always feared! "Stop!" She cried. Her tears welled in her eyes yet again. "Please, no!" She begged as he felt her body with his free hand.

Endymion smiled at Reisha as he gave her one last kiss for the night. His head had started to hurt and as the music continued so did the spinning of the room. "My dear, cousin, I fear I have drank way too much. There are two of you and that can only lead to trouble," he joked as he stood. The group around him laughed slightly.

"Oh! Endymion, stay! Please." Reisha begged and pulled at his clothing.

"I'm sorry, Reisha. I'm tired. Tomorrow will be a better day." He swayed a little as his vision blurred slightly. All he wanted was a nice warm bed to sleep in, and a good night's rest. Something he had not had for many moons. "I will see you all tomorrow."

"We have a General's meeting tomorrow morning, Endymion. Don't forget." Jedine's words were slightly slurred as he lifted his glass towards the Diolon's direction.

"I will not. Amina?" He smiled at the Malickee, his half sister, who stood not too far away.

"Yes?" Responded quite quickly. She was the only one in the party not yet overtaken by wine.

"I'm sure our Jedine would love your tender care. Make sure he gets back home safely, will you?" There was a glint in Endymion's eye. He chuckled under his breath then swayed to his left, almost falling over. "I wish you all a good night." The Diolon turned and struggled to make his way out of the main hall and too his room.

When he finally got halfway through the palace corridors he realized he was in the wrong end of the palace. "Where am I?" He murmured to himself as he tried to find something remotely familiar. He turned a couple of times, making himself dizzy and horribly sick. North Wing. He had finally come to the conclusion that he had made it to the North Wing of the Palace, the complete opposite wing that he wanted. His quarters were in the South Wing.

Endymion leaned himself on a wall for a second as he got his wits about him. Wine will one day kill me, the Diolon thought to himself, leaning to get as much support as he could.

Wait for me for I will come again and be by your side… Stop!

Endymion turned suddenly when he heard the scream come from somewhere around him. His imagination. His heart started to beat rapidly. One cup too many. He chuckled to himself.

Endymion… We will kiss these lands… we will make it good… No! Please!

The Sunsire Diolon held his head in frustration. The dream! Was it haunting him while he was awake now? Why?

She is me… you are him… We are everything…

Another scream rang through the halls. This was not in his head; something was going on. Though still dazed from the amount of alcohol, Endymion tried to compose himself. Another scream! A begging scream! He gripped the wall for his life as it guided him down the hall to a door. Right behind this door, he thought to himself. The Diolon grabbed for the handle.

Endymion…

"Please stop! Please!" A muffled, crying, scream made it's way through the thin wood door.

Endymion…

He tried to twist the handle, but it was locked shut. The handle would only jostle. He threw his weight against the barrier. Still, it did not move. He backed up a bit, his head pounding now from the strain to his body. His last resort… he would kick the door in.

Endymion!

The door seemed to shatter under his foot, his strength doubling. The screams became clear. Stop! Please! The room was deadly dark, with only the light of the moon lighting the entire area.

Endymion charged at the figure standing over the screaming victim. Taking the assailant but the shoulder he turned him around throwing a strong punch square in the man's jaw.

Nephile was thrown back, landing on his backside, completely stunned by the sudden shock of the punch. He put his hand to his lips; feeling iron blood drip down is chin. His attacker standing in the moonlight, looking dazed. Sunsire Diolon… Endymion!

The general pushed himself back, hoping to stay in the shadows, not revealing his face. When he finally got to his feet he sprinted as quickly as he could to the door. Escaping just in time.

Endymion panted for breath, feeling dizzy. His legs became weak as the adrenaline slowly left his body. "Are… you alright?" He squinted his eyes in the dark trying to see who had saved, but his eyes would not permit him. It was too dark and he was too drunk.

Serenity cried softly as she held her head in her hands. When she heard the Demon's voice her paused for a moment, only slightly whimpering. "Demon…" The Mahal Diolan looked up to see the Sunsire Diolon standing above her, the moonlight radiating on his perfectly chiseled face.

Endymion suddenly fell to his knees. His entire body receiving a shock of pain until he was thrown into an embrace of warmth. He had been caught by his maiden in distress. He pushed himself away from her slightly, looking into two blue sky eyes. "Beautiful…" He said to himself, slurred, his head pounding.

The Mahal Diolan could not move, she was completely astonished by the sight of the demon before her. What was she going to do? Had this man really saved her? The Sunsire Diolon of Totark? She sat unmoving, completely still until suddenly a few strands of hair fell into her face blocking her eyes.

Endymion's eyes did not part from the Mahal Diolon's for even a moment as the hair fell into place. He slowly, reluctantly, brushed the back of his fingers against the Siren's pearl white skin. He could not take another moment of the piercing blue. Within another breath his crushed his lips against hers, slipping his hands around her tiny waist and pulling her to him.

Serenity didn't fight him. All she could do was hold him closer to her. Her body feeling so warm with the passionate embrace; she never wanted it to end. But as soon as it had begun it was finished. The Sunsire Diolon's body became limp. He slipped from her arms to the cold stone ground, exhausted.

Serenity's eyes lids became heavy. Tired from the day before her body was weary, aching from head to toe. Her eyes finally closed, and she was suddenly thrown into a dreaming world, a world of peace and a world of quiet.

Serenity… Wait for me for I will come again to be by your side and we will kiss these lands and make it good…

Oh my god… is that the sound of a chapter being finished? Does a chapter make a sound? Anyways, yes! I finished a chapter! It has been a whole year and a half, but I have finished a chapter people! Cheer me on! Woohoo! I'm sorry if my writing style has changed slightly from how I used to write. I really haven't written anything in awhile so it might take me a little time to remember how to write again. Hee hee! Anyways, I have two announcements to make. The first one is… I will be continuing to the next chapter like tonight… so in the next two weeks or so look for yet another chapter… second announcement is… I will be changing my Pen Name when I update this story with the next chapter. It will be Joscerelle. I will be under the same ID number, so you shouldn't have to change favorites or anything. That's all. Thanks for reading! Yay! Finally another chapter done!