Auther's Note: I started rereading all of this and found that I had to continue. I can't promise more than one chapter as of right now. I'm working on writing some Pride and Prejudice fanfiction – plus I'm writing my own fiction for dark prince looked across his kingdom from his tall towered office. His balcony reached up so many stories; it seemed as if he could see the whole world from where he stood. The sun was going down behind the tall looming mountains. Their black silhouette allowed a beautiful pedestal for its godly painting.

Far in the distance he saw a hunched figure heading out of Totark. His clothing was simple, but tailored as if the man had never faced any plight of hunger or homelessness. Endymion sighed to himself, wondering what he was to do next. It seemed that everything around him had changed. A new season was approaching, but what season he did not know.

"Endymion?" A concerned male voice sounded from across the black marbled room. "I'm concerned…" He closed the heavy doors behind him and took a few steps toward his leader.

The dark Diolon turned, rubbed his eyes, and looked towards his good friend. "Jedine, we may talk if that is what you wish, but I might not have the answers you seek." Endymion looked down at his papers; the plans that had started this whole attack upon the Mahal people. It all seemed so long ago when this had all begun. "What is it, Jedine?" He asked, when nothing was said.

Jedine started quite startled. "I didn't know that Nephile could do such a thing. Our ranks have suffered," the general continued carefully, he knew the subject was still rubbed raw from earlier that morning. "We have lost a good and loyal man…" He looked to Endymion, but found no emotion playing across his ruler's face. Jedine could do nothing but get down to his own personal message at hand. "You have been different as of late, Endymion. Snapping at the men... Gazing off into the distance… It all started when we captured this girl—"

"It's nothing, Jedine. Please don't be concerned…" The Diolon brushed Jedine's comment off, trying to get his general to leave the matter be. He sat down at his massive desk, looking up at his general with a lackadaisical gaze placed across his own dark eyes.

"But I am… our Sunsire Diolon is a strong man. A leader that all man, woman, and child respected and loved." Jedine took a few steps forward; his heals clicked on the shining stone floor through all the silence that resided around him. "What is going on?"

"I don't know, Jedine!" Endymion snapped his voice fierce and commanding. When he looked up from his desk to Jedine he saw that he had done it again. He had done exactly what Jedine had been speaking of. He could do nothing, but share his grief with this man, his friend. "This girl…" His voice filled with frustration as he gulped down the pride that he was losing. Moments passed before he continued, "The Mahal Diolan… She makes me feel these things, Jedine. Nephile's will sank into the horizon and I fear that mine is soon to follow. I want her as I've wanted no woman before."

Jedine's concerned face slowly turned to its softer counterpart, to that of sympathy. "I do not know much of these things... This lust…"

Endymion's voice willed with sorrow, a tone that Jedine had hardly, if ever, heard from his strong Sunsire. "No, it is not just that." He took a slow breath in, thinking on how he could present what was tormenting his mind for so long. "I am dreaming things, and I think that this Diolan is making me dream them. They are driving me mad, Jedine. This want for her… I just wish it to end." The Diolon looked back out into the horizon. The sun was now behind those black silhouettes, and the sky's fiery complexion had changed to its cool night blush. "If I am not careful, I will end it. I will end it in the only way I can fathom how. I will dishonor my family, my people, and myself in ways Totar could never love."

"You must resist, sire." Jedine urged, his hands tightened at his sides, as if that would get what he was trying to say farther into Endymion's mind. "I know it is hard, but her magicks are not nearly as strong as yours. Maybe a blessing by the Malickee will help."

Endymion sighed, knowing that wasn't nearly enough to put his tensions aside, but he agreed, if only, to sooth Jedine's worry. "I suppose you are right, Jedine. I will send for her in the morning." The Diolon waved him off gently, "Please, leave me. I have much to think on." The Sunsire Diolon's gaze was drawn back to his papers. He had no business or want to rummage through the documents of the last few weeks, but it was enough to make his general leave.

"Be well, Endymion." Jedine bowed his head as he turned and exited the room. As he walked down the long hallway, he said a silence prayer to himself; hoping that it might only reach their God. Totar, I know you listen to those who love you. I have asked you for so little in these passed years. Please guide the Diolon through this troubled time. Please keep him safe. May he sleep peacefully tonight…

Endymion felt his breath catch in his lungs. Her kisses were so sweet on his strong willed lips, they had never felt anything as soft. He laid her down slowly on his soft bed, not wanting her untouched skin to remember anything painful from this night. Stroking her arms, sides, and stomach with a velvet touch.

The white fabric that rest across her supple breasts fell aside as he drowsily ran his weathered fingers across her willing body. He slowly kissed her way down her neck, her skin as soft as rose pedals wished they were. Oh, the feel of her. The want.

He pulled the white shirt that he wore off of his own torso, only to drop it to the floor below them. To feel her skin against hers. A dream… A wonder… He kissed slowly down her collar bone, feeling her warm skin against his cheek, his lips,

She gasped as his cool lips touched her breast for the first time. His long eyelashes brushed flirtatiously over her, tickling her seductively. "I love you…" whispered across the room, but did not seem to come from her own lips. His touch was like feathers upon her thigh as he stroked her leg ever so slowly. She looked deep into his midnight eyes and smiled slightly. "My Love…" She ran her hands across the Diolon's back and felt the muscles relax against her warm fingertips. "Take her… Please… Just take her…"

Endymion could only move his hand affectionately to her face. He watched her small pink lips then traced the outline of her beautiful jaw, and swept the loose strands of hair out of her eyes. A voice played across his mind, though he was sure she could hear it too.

"Take her…" A breath played across his ear, as if someone were whispering in it. "You want her…" His own senses were perked suddenly. The warm feeling of breath against his cool earlobe only made him more aroused. He sighed to himself.

"TAKE HER NOW!"

Endymion jolted awake. His raged breathing had gotten quite carried away. He rubbed his forehead thinking on what had just happened. Another dream… Why? The woman was driving him insane. He threw the heavy down blanketing off of himself. His night clothing soaked with the sweat of the nightmare beforehand could not be replaced now. Now was not the time for that. Now was the time that his questions would be answered.

The furious Sunsire Diolon threw open the doors, sending that night's guards into quite a scare. When they went to his aid he could only throw his hand out towards them and give them a look; signally that they should stay away.

When he got to the wing of the Mahal's bedding quarters he threw open the door. The lights had not yet been extinguished. In fact, Makotin and the Malickee Amina were still consoling her.

The sound of the crashing doors startled all three women. The Malickee turned and stepped before the other two women in their defense; assuming it was some other offender. The possibility that it might be the Sunsire Diolon had not even entered her mind. "Diolon?" She asked quite startled. Her features became softer, and the strong arms that had been thrown out in the other women's defense were let down.

"Leave." He said in a low tone of voice.

"But, Diolon—" Malickee Amina objected, but was quickly cut off.

"I said leave! Both of you! Get out of my sight!" This time his voice was demanding and quite frightening to both the servant and the wise woman. He had hardly if ever used the tone with women; it was a rare sight in deed for a man such as himself to lose his composure. Nevertheless, they both nodded and slowly left the room, closing the door, this time quietly, behind them.

Serenity could only watch as the women were cruelly sent away. She had been afraid of this Black Diolon for too long. Though her wits were still about her she resorted to every last bit of her strength to keep herself from crying in fear.

"What have you done to me?" Endymion demanded. His eyes had not followed the other two women out of the room, but had been stayed only on her. His voice was rough, animalistic in fact. Had he gone mad? When she did not answer him he roughly took her by the arm and brought her closer to his own height. "What Mahal magicks have you used on me!?!" Their faces were so close. The want to just take her now was welling inside of him. Whether she wanted it or not, he would have her and that's all that mattered.

Serenity screamed in pain as his grip tightened around her arm. "I don't know what you're talking about!" She cried, failing to keep the tears in. "I've done nothing." She whimpered slightly. The sudden fear that he might ravage her right then entered her mind. "Please… Please let me go."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" He threw her down roughly onto the black floor and glared; his eyes burning right through her. His contact with her was only making his desire worse. His conscious was fleeting. He had to control himself "The dreams! They started with you! They all started with you! You're trying to break me!"

"Please…" The Mahal Diolan cried, tears ran down her face like streams, droplets fell like rain from her cheeks. "I do not know what you're talking about!"

Endymion's rage filled eyes suddenly softened. He looked at his hands that had just held a woman up; had hurt her. He tried to compose himself. His jaw still clenched as he addressed her; this time a little softer. "I am sorry." He sighed, letting the last of his horrid anger out. He sat on her bed and held his head in his hands, trying to control his thoughts away from having the woman. "You're doing something to me…" He muttered to himself.

Serenity couldn't understand what had just happened. One moment he had been filled with rage and looking to about rape her, now he was as a small child moping in his own despair. "I have done nothing to you!" Anger started to fill her own voice as she stood up on her own two feet. "You took me from my home!"

Endymion looked up at her as her own anger came out.

"You took me from my people! And my family!" Tears of rage now poured out of her eyes. "We have done nothing to you and yet you came!" Her hands started to fidget. They tingled as her anger rose higher. "You kidnapped me! You have tried to rape me! I-I-I hate you!" She closed her eyes tightly and sent her hand flying towards his face, slapping him hard across his strong jawed cheek.

In all of his life he had never felt a blow hurt so much. Her strength had not been great, but her hate had been overpowering. He watched as he tears poured with new force. She slowly started to back away from him, her breath catching in her lungs. When she had finally backed up too far she hit the wall and slowly slid down it. She sobbed for what seemed like ever and they both sat in silence as they took in what had all just happened.

The sound in the room had grown to a static silence. All that could be heard were the muffled sounds of Serenity's dying sobs. Nothing right could have been said right then. Nothing, but Endymion tried anyway, "What does it mean?"

"What? What does what mean?" Serenity asked quite harshly. She sniffed, attempting to stop her nose from running away with itself due to all the crying.

"We will kiss these lands, and we will make it good. What does that mean…" He asked, a sudden weight felt as if it had been lifted from his chest. It had been the first time he had ever said or even heard those words out loud.

"I don't know." Serenity spit at him her hate towards him still undying.

By the time the Totark had left the Mahal's quarters three hours had passed. Most of that time had been spent in silence, for any words spoken would have meant too little. Things were about to change. A new season was approaching, and what season that might be was anyone's guess…

Author's Note: Was that too confusing. I still know what's going to happen in this story, so it all will eventually lead to something. The main plot is coming up, I promise. This story is a little more than just Serenity and Endymion going at each other. See you guys later! By the way, spread the news! Legend has been officially updated! Also! I'm looking for a skilled beta reader to read this fic and give me detailed critiques on character, plot, and grammar. I have alright skills by myself, but I still have typing errors that I never see. So, if you're interested please contact me!