I do not own Escaneflowne – just a fan!

Ok so Im new to this upload thing and didn't say that on my first one but I know how to do it now

I would like to note that if the freaking words like if you see Gaea as Gae its word playing with me and Zaibach ect, its auto changing it on me and I can't keep up with it heh, hopefully you guys wont criticize to much on that!

Either way am I going to much in detail ect? What are you thinking? I have a lot more to the story that what Ive published just would like a review, if you think my idea is totally a waste or what! Trying out my dusty imagination.

Dawn was on the horizon. Van could see the skies golden and red shades forming at the rim of the land, where Gaea's land met the sky in the distance. He didn't believe grief could make every part of his body ache, and his chest seemed to bear most of the pain. He had council today with his advisors, audience with the citizens of Fanelia, and to greet the other country leaders.

It all never seemed so hard to do, but today he couldn't help but feel his want to do anything except be secluded was growing the longer he was awake. Van made his way from his large balcony into his room. Spacious and open, all of the furniture had been imported from the finest craftsmen in Asturia. His bed was made out of the fine Mahoney tree- resembling a deep red, with dark wood grain lines running horizontal up the four posts. Carvings of ancient Draconian symbols made the four posts and the finest spun red silk draped as a canopy on the bed. Fine thin white sheering provided a enclosure to the bed.

There was a desk in the far corner of the room near the balcony – angled towards the view of the Mystic Moon. Countless hours he sat there and reviewed his treaties and other obligations with the feeling of comfort that the Mystic Moon would shine into his room.

He approached his closet and reached for a white cotton fabric shirt, a red thick double lined velvet cloak with the Fanelian crest stitched on the back, and some black briefs. He seemed to be in a mode of doing, no effort just simple tasks that didn't require a lot of effort he could handle that. However was he going to make it through the day?

As he finished lacing his boots he grasped the corner of the bed as his room began to shake. WHAT in the world? Large jolts to the foundation of the room caused him to hold onto the bed and it vibrated across the floor. The stone ceilings released partial dust as the shifting lands caused the stone to grate together. Beams of light shifted his attention to the opening of his balcony.

The sky dance with colors, moving across the sky like giant serpents moving in a slow slithery pace. Reds, greens, blue, and whites danced illuminating the lands with brighter rays of light than midday could even possibly provided. The tremors stopped as they had started and Van swiftly regained his footing and dashed to his balcony.

The tremors seemed to affect the whole city, he could hear the morning guards confused and shouting orders as if the city was under some form of attack. His attention went from the scrambling guards men back to the sky as the serpent lights grew thinner and thinner until the smoldered away. There was no other evidence that the lights where there, and other than some shifted furniture and rattled towns people, no other harm seemed to have been done.

What in Gaea happened? Van thought as he walked down the hall from his room. That had never happened before, and without the evidence of other people pointing to the skies, he might of thought it was his imagination. His deep thoughts were broken when Merle stepped out from around the corner he was about to turn.

She looked at Van sympathetically tilting her head obviously waiting for him to speak. The conversation in the Garden opened up a emptiness in soul that he wasn't sure if he could close. As far as he could tell it was just growing by the minute. He wasn't feeling any better than last night, or an hour ago.

"Van what was that." Merle asked, quiet and soft, she looked afraid to raise her voice. Seeming like a child who had stolen a morsel of goodies from mother kitchen and could be scolded at any moment.

"Im not sure.." Van didn't like to be unsure; he didn't like not having knowledge of any situation to be frank. He was a leader, a King, and if a King didn't have the answers, no one did.

He had a meeting with the council shortly; hopefully someone had seen more, giving clues as to what was happening on Gaea.

The morning passed quickly to Van, maybe the fact that he was in a state of numbness. He wasn't thinking except for how his life seemed pointless. He had a country to run, people to lead, peace to bring and he didn't seem to care about it all anymore. The country, the land, Gaeahe was trying to make a peaceful place, one Hitomi would be proud to call home.

He knew she wanted go to home, but other than her family, she had went home before. All the war, that's why Hitomi didn't want to be on Gaea, and she surely wouldn't want to live in a place such as Fanelia when it was in ruins. All the suffering was more than sweet Hitomi could take, so innocent and perfect. At least that was always Van reasoning.

So he built a strong country, brought in nations from all over Gae, ones that had secluded themselves away from the world, to ones that were main components in it. They would all be here over the course of the next couple days.

He sat in a very elegantly crafted chair. The arm rests were the ends of large dragon tails as their two bodies molded the head rest to be facing one another at the top. The cushions were a patterned red and black fabric; they reminded him of the folds on the Fanelian Rose.

"King Van Fanel, ruler of Fanelia" Three loud beats against the floor from the announcer sent everyone to their knees around the large oval table. Van was used to the formalities; he used to find a grin creep across his face thinking how Hitomi would adjust. Hitomi he sighed at the thought.

Advisors of his council rose, there were seven in all. His appointed Captain, for the Fanelian Army, Storius. He was tall and lean, taller than Van himself. His appearance would make one believe he was sly and cunning. His fighting style would give any child in Fanelia nightmares. He was fast, like a viper, and cunning – almost able to predict your next movie by seeing the way your muscles tensed. His hair hung in his face in a way it reminded Van of his own. Long flowing bangs, with a shorter chop in the back. His hair reminded Van of a Meridon Stallion. Van had only seen them once as a child, but their mane never matched the color of their body, as was Storius's hair. His front was deep ebony, in the sun he would swear it was blue, fading out into a pearl white. Storius was from Gritian a country far from his, beyond the Zaibach Empire.

During the war, Gritian decided to stay away; their people were more of a fierce nation with rituals on the animalistic side of nature. Men would dress with animal furs of great animals, their heads displayed across their chest. Depending on the animal they killed at their ritual, would depend on the role they would play within their country. Van had always imagined Storius, had he gone through the ritual, his status within his country. It was a very confusing land with many rituals involved. Van had spent a lot of time studying the country through Storius stories and explanations.

Fornoc, was to his right, his advisor of trade. Fornoc had very much been the shinning gem during the time that Fanelia was rebuilding. He reminded Van a lot of Dryden. Money and goods were his foretay. Always finding a better, faster, and less expensive way to bring Fanelia rich with goods. He was always traveling, establishing new countries and nations to do trade with. His routes were safe for all and his people were happy. Fanelia had grown to be the center point for a lot of underlying villages and small countries for a source of goods. Fornoc was a bit on the heavier side, but not so his stomach over extended his waist line. No he was just bigger in the sense his body didn't structure with muscle with his broad shoulders and face. His hair was a darker shade of brown, short framing his face and his amber eyes to match. Fornoc was born in Fanelia and sought refuge in Asturia during the war. His father had owned a few of the local businesses in Fanelia before it had burned to the ground, so business was his nature.

Kelta was beside Fornoc, his Historian. Kelta was more of the knowledgeable type; he had been studying the world since he was old enough to read. He lived his life in travels and temples, meeting many of the lords, royalty, and statused people of the land. He helped Van establish communications with distant countries, and nations Van had never known about. Between Kelta and Fornoc Fanelia was becoming a Nation of immense popularity. Kelta helped Van prepared on how to approach the soon to arrive royalties' from all corners of Gaea.

Kelta was shorter – a Minik. A small population of people - who governed themselves in a manner that actually seemed reasonable to maintain a population of their size. They were large enough to be a country in their own, but a race themselves none the less. They thrived on the history of Gaea, living simply in what Van would describe as huts, and some clay. Kelta had a bluish cream tint to his skin with an oval face. Features on his face would appear to be flatter than that of anyone else, his eyes narrow and nose long. His hair was always pulled back to be long and flowing down his back in a single tie. His clothes were normally simple, however the occasions as today he embraced the Fanelia colors and tabard.

Coming back around the table sat Rotis and Roedor, the twin brothers. They were identical and looks, however Van could normally point whom was who by the ways they presented themselves. Rotis was the cockier one, a lot of pride, and Roedor was the humble one. They were his Advisors of the people. If the people of his country needed a voice, they had these two. They held Audiences weekly with them. People would bring complaints or neighbors, travelers, and other smaller issues that were important to them to Rotis and Roedor. The two would listen and find ways to mediate and help the people of the land, if problems with the way things were running in the kingdom reached to much concern they would bring it to Van. The twins were average height and decent builds to them. Their hair was mid neck with a deep red to it. He would say it was brown, but after awhile of comparing to other browns around Fanelia Van establish it was more of a deep rich red.

Then there was Orinia. Elegant and beautiful this woman had the makings of a Queen. Van sometimes wondered if she was in another life. She was tall, and thin, with a perfect hour glass frame hugging every form fitting dress she wore. Her hair was white as Van's feathers and her hair almost touched her knees. Braids flowed down the left and right side of her face and she always wore a gold band around the top of her head bearing a red ruby with the Fanelian crest. She was his personal advisor. Almost as important as Queen of Fanelia, she was obligated to care for duties when he wasn't able to. Her voice was his voice in times he was not present. When he was re-establishing communication to the long forgotten countries and nations of Fanelia, he would send her so the re-build of the city wasn't halted. Sometimes his selfishness left him pleased she was not royalty, to be wed off to some overbearing arranged prince because she was worth more than all the gold on Fanelia.

Finally there was Firen. He was the newest member to the Advisors, joining them two years ago. He succeeded by the passing of his Uncle whom had lived beyond his years. His Uncle was a builder, overseeing the entire rebuild of the Fanelian city, down to the last stone. However things were back where they were five years ago, Firen was working on extending the Fanelia kingdom because of all the new immigrations the kingdom had brought since its rebirth.

"Your highness, What was this morning?" Rotis started in, of course he would be the one to ask first, he was cocky, but he was also a worrier, which made him prefect for his position with the people.

Van glanced at Storius first and then to Orinia, their faces blank as well.

Van looked over at Kelta. "I ask Kelta, had this ever been witnessed to you, or your books." Van could see he had been fishing for answers since the incident. Scrolls and books pilled over the table. Hopefully one of those books had an answer.

Kelta rose from his chair and glanced at everyone then fished through the scrolls, looking for one particular. After a moment of nervous shuffling he found the one he wanted and held it up reading the old ink quilled writing.

Guidance will prove unhelpful,

Dragons will bow to her; The ground will angrily shake in her coming,

The skies will light the way to her passage,

It will not be the same entrance.

Old blood,

Owns new blood,

Reborn,

Man-kind will enslave her,

Blood of destined will not be able to control her,

But she it.

Visions must not be trust,

To those with will power weak,

Beyond the land of the moving trees,

They will come,

To destroy all and claim her.

Take her heart,

Or her darkness will overcome all.

Van shook his head, prophesies, really? Just an answer would be nice. Why people always spoke in riddles was beyond him. It was like playing a sick game, let's give a version of what to happen only if they misinterpret it – they could destroy whatever it is we need to protect. Or worse visa versa.

Van looked at Kelta obviously waiting for more answers.

"Sir, the rest is faded, I cannot read it, as what is written is already hard to read. This is old history, very old. Im not even sure this applies, but as it's the only thing I could find in reference to what happen this morning, I brought it." Kelta looked beaten, he never was without knowledge. He was disappointed in himself.

Van waves his hand. "Thank you Kelta, your work is appreciated. What you can provide is helpful." Van didn't think he would take his thanks, as Kelta just wanted to know in the end.

"This was one of two scrolls from the Cimendian lands. They were known for their collections of things old. Their nation was the first to be it is noted in the books. Very old indeed your highness." Kelta looked back down to his scrolls. "It is said that this corresponds with more history from their nation. You see they say this is reference to their blood line. Every time a Tsuni is born – the world "The land will quake in rejoice the skies will light her path."Kelta fumbled some m ore.

"Tsuni are women born with the privilege of seeing visions – and other powers that they speculate – mostly myth recorded here, none proven – but that would be hard as the Cimedian scholars say there is one born every 100 years."

"Im confused as to this "Prophecy" has anything to do with this nation." Van interrupted when Kelta paused to do more shuffling.

"Sire, it is told that the current leader of this nation, whom is a previous Zaibach solider, wants to harness the power of this prophecy. Some Cimedians believed this prophecy would bring back their rule over Gaea – Gaea used to be mostly Cimedian nation. Between Civil war and generations of poor ruling – the people broke free – a majority of Cimedians created Zaibach. The four generals are that of the war between Cimedian and the rebellion to become their own nation." Kelta believed a lot into the old books and words on books were stone to him.

"Tell me of Cimendian." Van's lesson in other countries, and nation's weren't the greatest, mostly ones that did not play an active role in Van's childhood or rebuilding.

"It is said that the nation is two times the size of Asturia, the books write of the structures being almost goddess in all of the architecture throughout the city. The city is well advanced with a stable government now. Cimendian use to play a active role, and were highlighted as Gaea's peacekeepers, however their war took away any influence on surrounding countries and nations. The Cimendian capital Thadius, was known widely for its floating blue orb. It was said that the Kings and Queens generate their life source and abilities of untold knowledge through this Atlantian artifact. That is all I know of the Cimdeian nation sire."

Van placed a hand on his head, he wasn't sure if he remembered and of his lesson saying much about the Cimendian culture or people alike, and being a King he was to be well educated in all aspects of ruling.

"Prophecies sire are nothing more than insane people trying to make their mark in the world with vague descriptions that could fit any form of "future"" Storius was obviously not impressed by the information Kelta provided to the Council. He was more of a fact, touch, and feel to believe.

Kelta looked nervous. "Sire, if I may, this is one of the only two ever written in the books, and the first one turned out to be true…" his voice became quieter as the sentence finished, not sure if his statement was allowed in a room full of critics, firm believers of what is.

Orinia looked at Kelta puzzled. "And which one would that be" Her sapphire blues eyes illuminated with curiosity.

"The fall of Draconians.." he averted Vans gaze. Van had heard of the prophecy, but never believed it until during the Gaea war, when he learned of the truth to Atlantians.

"Well this is not a topic I care to bring to the table and dwell on for more than the time we already have. We have important guests arriving for our discussions on the Gae Treaty. We are anticipating new names to our cause and old to renew." Van stood.

"Orinia take this discussion for me I have other matters to attend to" A slight bow of his head Orinia stood and bowed deeply.

As Van left the great oval room he heard Fornoc start his bragging of new items and smaller countries he has placed onto the Fanelia trade.

He could feel his eyes drying, his heart hurting, and he just wanted to be alone.

Millerna smoothed the folds of her dress, being on her Levi ship was given her cabin fever she feared. Traveling for 5 days, stopping to visit all the underlying villages on the Asturia boarders on her way to Fanelia was exhausting. Dryden convinced her it was good for their people, and showed the involvement of the royalty more than just sipping winron on their fat cushions. Millerna was surprised that he would even take into the fact that he had to go into detail, as if to convince her, she was used to helping others. She was starting to think that his actions on the subject were because that's how he was feeling.

"We arrive to port in 10 minutes your Highness." The Captian of the ship nodded towards the windows bringing into site the beautiful sight of Fanelia. Van really is a great King, the rebuilt of Fanelia was a project, it was a task not every king would be able to do, but Van did, and built it stronger than before. She knew the time he devoted to building his country was to keep his mind from wondering to Hitomi. Why she didn't stay, or why after all this time he never went to claim her was beyond her.

"You look amazing Millerna." She could feel Dryden's breath on her neck as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. Was it possible to feel this much in love? Of course it was rocky to start but the feel of his embrace and the heat from his breath caused shivers down her spine. He finally felt as if he was good enough for her after 2 years. Spending a lot of his time with the Fanelian King, helping one of his advisors bring the trade to the city, he finally felt as if his good deed outweighed the man of materialism he used to be.

"Are you prepared for this?" Millerna turned and faced Dryden.

"Well, every year there seems to be a new nation joining in Van's crusade for world peace, so more customs and toes we have to watch before we step on them. For the most part I am ready to have some winron from his personal cellar." Winking Dryden turned and heading down to the docking deck.

Millerna followed, she was worried unlike Dryden though. Since the fall of the Zaibach empire, Van discussed Asturia 's help in lending its citizens a hand, but when she started deploying troops and aide to far western nation, a revolt started. Eventually, one of the three generals' son's, Verko claimed a leader and gathered the dying country into his plans. What those plans were and why it took him 2 years to come forward – worried Millerna.

Vans worry wasn't there, he knew that the Nation would be devasted even after 5 years, there was no way they had grown the forces to even damage and nation within this treaty without being completely annihilated in the process. Their fate machine was gone and their armies scattered. Citizens fled the nation to find homes elsewhere and never claim they were from the Zaibach Empire ever again.

Millerna stood as she waited for the large shaft to open to they could get out of this Levi ship. She never enjoyed flying, it was so confined to the space she had. The air was always stale, sure the view of the land was a marvelous sight all its own, but not feeling the wind didn't make it worth it to her. Of course then the ice breaker was the bathing arrangements, well the lack of.

The hatch lowered, not fast enough for her liking, and a group of Fanelians stood on the other side awaiting their arrival.

Orinia stood in front of the four royal soldiers holding the crest of the Fanelian country and Draconian ancestries. She couldn't help but feel disappointed than Van wasn't here to greet them.

Orinia pressed forward with a deep bow. "On behalf of King Van Fanel, Faneilia embraces your welcome with the deepest gratitude." If Millerna wasn't one for true love, she would of recommended Van marry Orinia many years ago. Though, unlike most people, they could see the wanting and need Van had for Hitomi, no woman could compare.

"We are deeply humbled." Dryden responded with a slight nod.

"I trust your journey was safe and enjoyable." Orinia straightened and dusted the ruffles from the waist of her form fitting robe. It accented her eyes; the robe was a deep blue with white embroidery around the cuff links and mid drift cut. Two white loosely fitting long tassel roping hugged her waist and extended to the ground.

"It was Orinia." Dryden approached and stood next to her as she turned and walked towards the castle. Millerna followed in next to Dryden.

As they made way from the docks to the elegant enclosed carriage Dryden assisted the ladies in and then went in himself. The guards mounted their horses and proceeded to follow the carriage to the castle.

Orinia looked at the two sitting across from her. "Did you experience the shaking of Gaea and lights that illuminated the sky this morning?"

Millerna looked at Dryden quickly and back to Orinia.

"No, we didn't, what happen?" Millerna felt a spike of uncertainty, last time anything out of the ordinary happen for Gaea it resulted into a war that devastated many nations and countries, so many lost lives.

"The earth shook with tremendous force, and the skies danced with bright lighting of every color for a good 5 minutes, however the shaking didn't last as long." Orinia looked out the carriage window to see the castle in the distance.

"Do you know why?" Dryden asked and he pushed his glasses further up his nose.

"Kelta gave some information that may or may not be related, it has to deal with a prophecy." Orinia sounded somewhat convinced but remained vague to not scare the Asturian royal couple.

"Well, that's never a good sign." Dryden had a joking tone to his remark.

Millerna gave a stern look to her to Dryden.

"What does the prophecy say?" Millerna asked and Dryden groaned, he didn't want to know, knowing only lead to worry.

Orinia proceeded to inform them of this morning's information.

Hitomi felt as if she had been through a rigorous workout. Every muscle in her body ached, what happen to her? With what seemed like too much effort to be trying to open her eyes, she stared around at the dim room. There was a single stumble of a candle next to where she laid on a night stand that from what she could make wasn't hers.

"I wouldn't move, your body is still recovering." A deep voice brought her alert to the fact she wasn't alone.

Trying to sit up seemed to be a feat of strength and after a few struggles she laid still on what she could make out to be a massive bed. Her source of light only keeping vision of about 5 feet radius, she wasn't sure where the voice had come from.

"W-who are you?" Her mouth was parched, leaving her voice quiet and raspy.

"We will get to that, for now you need to rest. Maybe a drink?" Her nod was an accomplishment to say the least.

She heard a snap and feet scurry across the floor towards her. All Hitomi could do was wait for someone to come into view, and then she wish she hadn't. A small woman, she would of described as petite had it not been how sunk in her face seemed. Hunger was the only source, she defiantly looked malnutrition. Bruises marred her arms and cheeks, her eyes portrayed defeat, hurt, and sadness to the likes that Hitomi felt the fear welling in her body. The girl could have had dark brown hair or dirty blond, but the lighting was so poor Hitomi couldn't make it out.

The girl lifted Hitomi's head and placed the cup to her lips. Hitomi felt like she could drink a river, but three small swallows was all her throat muscles would allow. Even her throat was to worn out. What happen to her? The last thing she remembered was… the Dragon.

"Go to sleep Winged Phoinix Goddess ." It was defiantly a command. One that Hitomi was sure she wouldn't argue. If she was mort awake she would probably ask the meaning of what he called her, as she had heard the term before, just not with Phoinix. She closed her eyes and sleep instantly took her, but flames engulfed her dreams. She was screaming with her body being the center of the fire.

Van spent the day greeting many Lords and Kings from different countries and nations. Some old faces and some new. After all the agony of the day, he just wanted to do what his body was feeling, be numb. He didn't want to think anymore, it was hard enough considering it. To think, he can handle his emotions in war but he couldn't handle this pain. He couldn't wrap his will power around it to hold it at bay and stop if from affecting his decisions.

Removing his cap and cotton shirt he laid on the large bed. His body sunk into the blankets and his sight turned to gaze at the large moon and even larger Mystic Moon behind it. He left his eyes fall and sleep didn't take long.

The room was dark, only a dim light illuminated the room, near a bed he could tell, with someone laying in it. He scanned to see if he can make anything else out in the darkness, but again, only a small radius of light was all that the room would allow. He inched forward, to see who was there. As he rounded the bed the relief washed over.

"Hitomi.." he said as he gently sat down beside her. His fingers traced the contours of her face, and she seemed to move instinct to his touch.

He grinned. Many nights he dreamed of her for five years, wanting, waiting, and wishing. He bent further to smell her scent. Lilacs', the fresh sent of it engulfed his senses. Just her scent, was intoxicating, to a point that not even his finest winron could grant him.

"Hitomi.." he said his voice louder, but still gentle.

Hitomi's eyes slowly fluttered open, looking at him for a moment dazed. Her eyes were a deep emerald with fine defined black lining along the edges of her pupil.

"Van.." she whispered, almost sounding hoarse.

He was inches from her face, he persuaded further letting his head sink into her pillow and their cheeks touch as her rubbed his face against her.

He slowly made his way back up her face with his mouth hovering over here, meeting her gaze. He wanted to say her name, but instead her leaned in and stole his kiss. It was his dream, and he needed this.

Her lips were soft, and warm, inviting. She opened her mouth slightly and let Van drink her in. He traced the inside of her mouth with his tongue hungrily. A small moan escaped her and his body tingled in response. He pulled kisses down her chin, around the edges of her face, down her neck, nibbling as he went. Her perfect soft unblemished skin responded in every touch he placed upon her.

"Van…" she whispered his name; he sat slowly up to see her. He needed to feel her as much as he wanted to stay lost in this dream forever.

"I'm missing you…" Van couldn't say missed, because even now he missed her knowing this was his entire mind going to places he needed to be. He needed her.

"Van…Im in trouble." Vans eyes grew wind and he shot up in his bed.

"NO" His fist slammed into the bed, why did he come back! She was in trouble, in his dream. She was never in trouble in his dreams, she was perfectly content in his dreams, safe, making love to her, showering her with all the needs he had for her.

He jumped out of bed and dressed in the quickest possible manner then headed out his room.

It was no dream.

He rounded the door and froze gazing over the crowd of faces searching for Kelta. As he skimmed back through making another round, he started to become aware of the many faces staring back at him. Some with confusion and some with shock. Currently growing aware of his situation, he was wearing his simple black breeches from earlier today. The King of Fanelia half nude in front of the honored royalty of other countries.

"I am deeply sorry about this my guests, it seems I have forgotten my manners in search of advisor in this late hour." He was so wishing he was still in a dream, Hitomi was a dream of a dream and this was simply a dream.

He turned to make his was to Kelta's villa, he was only focused on his dream otherwise he might of turned to go grap proper dressing for this late hour.

"Kelta?" Van said as he crossed the court yard to the villas that rested on the far south of the castle.

Kelta was sitting in the court yard, under a Willern tree reading one of 6 books that were neatly stacked at his side.

"Your highness…" Kelta said stumbling to his knee to kneel.

"Kelta I need to speak to you, Ive had a dream, a vision, Im not entirely sure. I need to know more about what happened earlier today." The stress in Van's voice was evident.

"Come your Highness, I believe we should take matters to my Villa" Kelta eyed Van up and down, more worried about his half nude presence on the others that were guests in the castle.

"What does this prophecy mean Kelta." Van said looking over to Kelta who was placing his books on his desk in his rather large library.

"Sire, I am not one to decipher by any means, but with my studies in other reading I think I might have some clues as to parts of it."

"The ground will angrily shake in her coming, The skies will light the way to her passage, It will not be the same entrance. Old blood, Owns new blood, Reborn" He was reading from his passage on the old tattered scroll Van had seen earlier.

"It is stated in the seventh novel of R – "

"Enough with the reference's, I just want to know the meaning." Van's felt a twinge of guilt for snapping at Kelta, he was only helping. Van probably wouldn't understand half of his reference's anyways as he seemed to always give a history on the referencing.

"Sire, Its believed that someone will come to Gaea, someone that belonged here to begin with, but many many centuries ago had left, or been casted away Im not sure. Old blood flows in her veins. I say her because the prophecy says her." He shuffled around with his books looking for another passage to help him give Van more answers.

"Reborn, I can only guess at the meaning of that. Some historians say that to be reborn you must die, and with it be burned to emerge the old new. Some rituals dating back to a more primitive time, said that they would perform on those whom abilities and power were contained in the born body they inhabited. To access their full potential they had to be reborn, their new blood seared and old blood to replace." Kelta shuffled through his literature avoiding Vans glare, he was trying to not speak in riddles, but it was confusing himself and the King was already in a state of fury judging from his crimson eyes.

"What would that have to do with Hitomi?" Van asked simply, Kelta looked at him with confusion.

"The Savior of Gaea?" Kelta wasn't sure, he had heard her name very few times, mostly from Merle who would drop hints and speak her mind out loud as if he wasn't around, but to him and all the people of Gaea, she was The Savior of Gaea, Winged Goddess.

Van nodded.

"I… don't know Sire, she was never written in any historians' books until the late Gae war, and even then we know little about her, just her role in the War, maybe you can tell me?" Kelta couldn't help but be a little excited, to know a piece of history not written in books, from someone who was at her side through the war. He had tried to ask Van many of occasions, but Van would simply push him off with procrastination.

Van slumped into his chair, getting ready to explain to Kelta all the things about Hitomi books never recorded or knew. Her visions, her cards, the Atlantians, everything.

Kelta couldn't believe what he was hearing; her role was more than he was ever aware of. Kelta stared at the Pendant that hung from Vans neck, her power was marvelous, the fact Gae was created from Atlantis, and she made it to the Mystic valley and back. None of this was written in the books.

"Descendants of Gaea are created from the Mystic moon…." Kelta couldn't wrap his mind around it. Mystic moon inhabitants were Draconians, but from the way Van described in their bodies flowed new blood. Their wings no more, their race long forgot. All of Gaea, all of its races, started with the Atlantians, the Draconians.

Van nodded, why he never shared this information with Kelta was a mistake. However to learn the truth of the history between the Mystic moon and Gaea would only lead to more people in search of its power or worse, Hitomi.

"Its her Sire, she's the reborn!" It hit Kelta as if he knew all along.

Scrambling to his feet back to his desk he uncovered more books. Flipping through the pages of one of the larger books Van had seen him with earlier.

"Its said in the – Well its said that other people over the years of Gae would also have dreams, some countries and nation recognized these people as seers. However they never could make their visions out, as they never made any sense. But this book is an account of all those Seer's visions. All of the 7 seers noted in this book have had a few similar visions that seem to match perfectly." Kelta went back to his chair flipping through the book.

"Ah, its said that She was a savior before, but unless her heart is captured, the destruction of lands old and new, will be at her hands. She had saved us once, the Winged Goddess was our salvation before, but if we don't…" He started to give the answer but then trailed off. Merle had once said Van was in love, he was in pain and misery because he couldn't have his love. Kelta couldn't understand how the King of Fanelia couldn't have anyone he desired, unless, she wasn't on Gae. It all made sense.

"She will not die because some Seer's see a vision that can be changed." He said it through clenched teeth, his fists balled and turning ghostly white.

"Sire, none of these are written in stone, these are random visions…" Kelta was arguing against history and a future that because it was written in these books were stone to him for the sake of his King's heart.

"Kelta I want you to give me answers, where to find her, she's here and in trouble, Its Hitomi they seen, and I need to find her." His body quivered as he mentioned her name.

"As you wish your Highness." Kelta wasn't sure if he could, how was he going to give Van answers that all lead to taking away Hitomi's life to save Gaea.