Chapter Eight

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain!
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

Roughly 11,000 years pass. Moon That Never Sets:

She couldn't believe it. Ever since she joined her new companions, she never expected that her past would catch up with her. She failed to kill a Moon Child and that same Moon Child traveled with her for such a long time. The signs were there; speaking to virages, the divine light, instant headaches from the Moon That Never Sets. Rose was revealed as the Black Monster to one of her companions that she also failed to kill in a village 18 years ago. And to top it all off, Zieg was alive.

But he was not Zieg and she knew it. He looked like Zieg and sounded like Zieg but he seemed crazed… well more crazed than usual. One would have to be when they saved the Moon Child, destroyed the Signet Barriers, and brought the Moon Child to the Moon That Never Sets core. The concoction of creating the God of Destruction was at hand. But for an even greater twist, Melbu Frahma finally showed himself by leaping out of Zieg's possessed body and claimed the God of Destruction, body and soul, as his own.

Rose didn't know which Frahma she hated more, Charle for keeping some important information about the Signets from her. And the fact that it was a lie that she never needed to slaughter all who touched the Moon Child for everyone lived in peace when Shana, the Moon Child, was born. So 107 times she slaughtered innocent people, for no reason. Only the child could have been killed and so many could have lived out their lives. Or Melbu, who not just killed her old friends but manipulated Zieg and all of her new friends into creating the God of Destruction.

"Come on everyone. We still have a chance," a young man in red armor encouraged.

Rose smiled at the youth, the son of her lover, Dart. The young man always believed in more than one option and was a very forgiving soul. This time, all the Dragoons represented not just the human race but a few other species as well. Dart was the first to transform. No longer holding the Fire Dragoon Spirit, the young warrior held an even more powerful Spirit in his grasp, that of the Divine Dragon, the Void Dragoon Spirit. The Dragoon Armor was magnificent, bright and silver, bulkier than the Earth Dragoon Spirit but with a huge cannon appearing on the right arm and sharp ends making up wings in the back. The size of the armor was more afloat then actually flying.

The next to follow was Albert of the Wind, king of Serdio and Miranda of the Light, First Sister of Mille Seseau. Then the wingly, of all races! Meru of the Water followed and the other non-human, Kongol of Earth, who hailed from Gigantos origins. Finally, the gentle martial artist of the small Isle of Rouge, Hashel of Thunder, transformed into his armor. As one, they swarmed God Melbu.

Rose was just about to join them when she heard a moan and not from the unconscious Shana. Faster than she though she could sprint, she gently put Zieg unto her lap as he began to come to. Rose smiled all the more when she saw his eyes, those fiery eyes, once again. He was her Zieg again. Her love lost and now found. He opened his mouth to speak but it was sealed immediately, by Rose's own lips.

Zieg couldn't believe it. He was dazed and confused but he was coherent enough to know where they were. He tried to mumble in the kiss but it ended with him moaning at the sweet familiarity and warmth from his old love. Battle erupted all around them but it was a distant sound as they lingered in their kiss. But it was Zieg who broke that moment.

"Hey. You don't look half bad for being 11,000 years old," Zieg joked and accepted the predictable elbow.

"Anyways, of all time you decide to kiss me," Zieg somberly said while having Rose join his gaze upon the god and the Dragoon's battle. "It is the Apocalypse. You shouldn't be with me; you should be with my son."

"And I will," Rose smiled and winked to her old lover. "But since there may not be a tomorrow, there was not better time."

A deep darkness encased her and she reappeared in her cursed armor but the smile on her face never left. She finally understood the silent words of her old love. Anytime she asked why he was so driven in battle, all he could do for an answer was shrug. But now she knew.

She was an opposite of the warrior Zieg was. She strategizes in her moves, calculating her attacks and held first and foremost, discipline in her heart. Zieg, on the other hand, fought so ferociously, passionately and with so much chaos, she didn't know how to actually defeat him in battle. His passion came from living, living in the moment. Zieg never entered a battle he didn't feel he could win but every battle was for keeps and in that moment, he truly lived. Death, facing it head on was the thrill that drove him, that made him a legend, a legend of the Dragoons.

She felt it now. This battle she was sure to lose but she felt alive, so very much alive. So much Zieg tried to tell her, tried to say to her with his action and not words. She never could listen, until now. A twinkle came to her eyes as she blew Zieg a kiss before turning to the God of Destruction. There was no turning back.

For all the millenniums she lived, she always done her journey without regret. Thinking back on her past as she charged, she was always driven by her friends. Their memory for a future for humanity was what kept her going. There was one more Moon Child to kill. Her sword, Dragon Buster, entered the god's flesh.