First Kiss

About four hours after she'd arrived at Mt. Fuji, Rhayvin would finay come to. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around. He saw Rhia sitting close by, toying with her gun. "Rhi...ah..." he managed to get out as he started to sit up.
She looked up quickly, eyebrows lifted as she glanced over at him. Seeing he was actually awake this time, a smile lifted on her lips. She set the gun and pieces down in front of her and said, "Hey there. Welcome back. Hungry?"
"Yeah. Got a cow handy? You needn't bother cooking it." He laughed dryly, his throat scratchy and coarse. He winced a little from a slight pain in his chest and layed back down.
"No cow, but I've some soup that might help that throat of yours." She leaned over and brushed a bit of hair out of his face. She felt his forehead, just curious to see if he had gotten himself sick, too. Finding him normal, she drew back and stood, moving to retrieve that bowl of broth. She carried it in one hand and a small lap tray in the other. She set it and the tray down, watching him struggle to sit up out of the corner of her eye.
"Heh, you going to feed me, too?"
She plopped down with a grin, hands settled in her lap. "Ya want me to? I could use the practice. It's been a while, ya know, since I had to do stuff like that." She lifted a hand, scratching the back of her neck. That really sounded awkward.
"Yeah, I suppose you'll be needing the practice now that you'll be having another mouth to feed soon, eh?
"Mm, yeah. That's kind of what I meant." She let her hand drop and got back to her feet. She searched for something to help prop him up, eventually finding a beanbag. She knelt down beside him and used her shoulder to nudge him up and slid the bag behind him, then sat beside him again. She watched for a bit as he stared down at the bowl, finally speaking up, "Want a spoon?"
"That might help."
She shrugged as she stood back up. "I usually just drink it from the bowl." She retrieved a clean spoon and returned once more to his side to hand it to him. She then turned her attention back to her gun to finish cleaning the pieces.
After a minute or two, she heard him curse. Glancing over, she saw he could hardly lift the spoon. "Oh, damnit!"
She winced as she watched him. "Boy, whatever you did must have been like my Doomsday." She set the gun down once more and wiped her hands off on her pants, then scooted back over to him. "Alright, give me the spoon. You want the airplane or the train?" She giggled, quite enjoying herself.
He scowled over to her, but she could tell there was no real anger behind it. "Oh, I give up. Give me the airplane."
She laughed and took the spoon. The laugh mercifully kept her from making any airplane sounds as she fed him. She took care of him with a mothering affection, yet that smile was something more than just those instincts that kicked in for most women. Once he had eaten it all, she spoke up, "Feel any better?"
He sighed lightly, apparently glad to have gotten something into his stomach. "Yeah."
She smiled and took the bowl. As she stood, she lifted the table away from him, then took the bowl over to the sink and put the table back where she'd found it. As she sat back down at his side, she said "Want to lay back down, or...?"
"Nah, I'm fine like this." He smiled lightly.
She returned the smile and nodded in response. Her hands pushed against the floor beside her knees to push herself back over to the gun.
She could feel his eyes on her as she worked, his voice much smoother now that his throat had been wet. "So I take it Romeo let it slip about where I was, neh?"
"Not exactly." She wouldn't elaborate on it at the moment, not entirely sure herself how she'd figured it out. She kept her gaze on the gun, once again finding herself hunched over. She closed one eye to get a good look at the various nooks and cranies along the gun and in the barrel, the shadows generated there allowing her nightvision to work, which was a lot better than her dayvision. She would just barely see what happened before the spark leapt up into her eye. "Whoa!" She jumped back and dropped both the gun and the rag to grab at her face. She kept scrambling back out of reflex, trying to get away from it. "Jesus!"
"Rhia, are you okay?!" It was strange. Even in his condition, he was still worried about her.
She growled from the sting in her eyes, leaned back against the wall. A few tears had begun to stream down her cheeks as her magick tried to flush out the burning ash from the sparks. She eventually rubbed them out, opening her eyes slowly to look towards him. "I'm fine, now."
"You sure? I wouldn't want you to...who...uh-oh." After he'd leaned over to check on her, he didn't have enough strength to lift himself back up, and he began to slide further and further to the side.
"Ack!" She quickly crawled back towards him, arm extended around his shoulder to catch him just before he fell. She shifted around to his other side and pulled him upright with a grunt.
He sighed, smiling lightly to her as he speaks. "Thank, Rhia."
She sat back on her heels as she made sure he was balanced, returning his smile with a grin. "No problem. Don't need to be mopping up blood off the floor from you cracking your head open."
"No, we don't. Oh, by the way. Thanks for carrying me. I know I'm not exactly a feather weight."
She chuckled lightly and shrugged, shaking her head. "Don't mention it. Anytime. I have to return your deeds to me somehow." Though Romeo might not have talked about it too much, so as to not embarass Rhia in the fashion she hated the most, she had returned each and every one of the 'favors' he'd granted her, which was why he'd been so willing to die for her when it came to that.
As she returned to working on the gun, Rhayvin would look out the window. After a bit, he slowly closed his eyes, falling into a meditative state.
Once she had finished with the gun and put it back together, she stood and placed it out of the way. From where she stood, she watched Rhayvin silently. Her gaze was soft, thoughtful, though she quickly shook her head and closed her eyes. She moved towards the sink to wash the bowl and spoon. "Cut it out, damnit." After putting the dishes away, she headed back over to him. He looked so peaceful. She wobbled a bit on her feet, realizing quickly how tired she really was. Groggily, she stepped over to his side and sank down to her knees. She curled up at his side, as she had long ago while sleeping beside her Master. Feeling her there, his arm dropped down and gently wraps around her shoulder. It wasn't an embrace between Master and slave, but of equals, or perhaps something more. She was already asleep, and so instinctly responded to his touch. She shifted back against him, shoulders against his chest, her head tucked up under his chin. She breathed easily, slowly, her own arms tucked up against her chest. Coming out of his meditation, he opened his eyes and stared down at her for a while. A smile lifted on his face and he closed his eyes again. So he had to admit it. This was nice. Quite nice.
Rhia would whimper quite a bit throughout her sleep, just little noises, enough to hint that she was indeed dreaming. Her fingers curled into her hands on reflex and tucked up under her chin to hopefully stay out of reach. Every once and a while, she fidgeted under his arm, either tilting a little forward or back. He would listen carefully to her, trying to see if she was having a nightmare, but the sounds hinted nothing of fear or pain. She managed to bring her knees up to rest just against his arm. Her shoulders shifted so that her chest was down against the floor, one arm still tucked under while the other stretched out away from them. It was no wonder her blankets always got tangled.
Her magick allowed only an hour or so of sleep before her eyes fluttered open. Still half asleep, she released another, stronger whimper. "Rh...ay...vin?"
"Mmm?" His eyes remained closed though he was conscious enough to answer her when she called his name.
The actual answer caused her to jump, realizing where it had come from. Her eyes attatched to the arm that was settled around her. Eek. Her heart raced, blinking a bit as she lay there, almost petrified by the thoughts that kept soaring through her head, not allowing her to think straight or rationalize. What the heck was she thinking, laying down so close to him? Eventually, she relaxed, forcing herself to think about the here and now. This was nice. A calm moment between the two of them without any real worries: Nothing was happening, he was pretting much asleep, and here she was freaking out about things that weren't happening. Slowly, she turned herself around in his grasp and gently nuzzled her head against his chest, eyes drifted shut once more. Just enjoy the peace while it lasts.
Her nuzzle brought a light moan from Rhayvin and his arms tightened around her gently. That sound would cause butterflies to attack Rhia's stomach, but she only lifted an arm to slide under his and tuck around him. A faint smile formed on her lips. He began to wake himself, feeling fully rested for the time. His eyes opened, immediately aware of the closeness of a smaller body against his. Even without looking, he knows, and just smiles. She let her cheek nuzzle again against his chest. She knew he was awake now, able to recognize the difference in his heart beat and breathing, both of which were once again calm in herself as the butterflies had settled down in her stomach. Having grown accustomed to their closeness, he isn't bothered when she nuzzles him, though something elsewhere about him seemed effected. Rhia would glance up to him slowly, arm shifted to rest her head on it.
"How're you feeling? Any better?"
"Much better..." He glanced down at her with a smile, she oblivious to the fact that his answer had more than once meaning. She smiled lightly, then let the hand resting on his side slide down under the other arm, gaze lowered. It was hard, to feel embarassed about how close they were, when there was nothing for her to be worried about, not consciously. She felt him look up at the ceiling, sharing the same thought he was having. She could grow accustomed to this. She let her arm fold down so her head would rest against the floor. They weren't exactly on a mat or anything, and she didn't want to crowd that beanbag of his, much to his disappointment. But she didn't seem to mind being on the floor. Her eyes drifted shut, not sleeping, just a bit bored and knowing there wasn't much to do while watching over him. When she felt him drift back into a meditation, she would get up and head outside into the courtyard. She left the door open, so she could hear if he needed her, as well as to send a bit of fresh air into the room. There, amidst the rain of cherry blossoms, she engrossed herself in the slow, rocking training routine.
Inside, Rhayvin had regained a good bit of his strength. He pushed the blanket off and slowly rose to his feet. He walked to the door, standing there, finding himself content in watching her train. As he came to the door, she slid into a faster-paced routine, only vaguely aware of his presence. She was focused intently on the shadow warrior she had produced before her. Despite her efforts to increase her agility back up to what it had been, the pain in her stomach and back persisted, making things difficult. Rhayvin slid down to the floor to watch. What he saw was Rhia get distracted by something, and that shadow warrior send a powerful kick to her chest. She flew back and slammed into one of the cherry blossom trees, forcing a loud grunt from her throat. She slid down to the ground with a grimmace and tried to catch her breath, the warrior fading.
"Rhia?? Are you alright?!" Rhayvin got quickly to his feet and walked out to where she was.
Her eyes lifted to him, blinking once or twice, then only closed her eyes. She leaned her head back against the tree with a nod. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure? Need a hand?" He stood over her with a smile, hand extended down to her.
But she waved his hand away, having no desire to move as the pain swelled in her front and back. Seems that tumble had not gone unfelt by a certain someone. Maybe training hadn't been the best idea. "No. I'd rather just sit right here for right now."
"Alright," he said with a nod and slowly crouched down next to her.
Her eyes opened again, slowly, gaze focused on her feet, then lifted up to his face. It was still hard to believe, that she had someone to care this much about her again. And that didn't have their own selfish reasons; at least, she hoped he didn't have any selfish reasons for caring. Bad selfish reasons, anyway.
He slid down a bit further to sit on the ground. He took in a deep breath, only to accidentally inhale a cherry blossom, leaning forward suddenly in a coughing fit.
Rhia blinked, then snickered. She glanced off to the side as she reached a hand out to pat his back. He coughed up the offending cherry blossom and glared down at it.
"I can take on an army of Hunters, but I can't handle a damned cherry blossom."
She rested her hand on his shoulder and pulled herself up some to look over at it, face resting quite close to his. Her nose scrunched up. "Eew." She let out a soft sound of surprise as a small pink butterfly decided to perch on her nose. She went crosseyed to look at it. Looked like a cherry blossom. She could hear Rhayvin chuckling. How nice of him to find this so amusing. She sat back again, tilting her head. How to get it off. She blew up at it, but it only flexed its wings and regained its feet. Urk, that tickled. She took a few breaths as she tried not to sneeze.
Her eyes quickly uncrossed as she watched Rhayvin turn around and lean in terribly close to her. With a well-placed blow, the butterfly lifted off her nose and fluttered away. She closed her eyes when he blew, and as she opened them, her cheeks flared red. A faint smile formed on her lips as her eyes focused on his. He smiled back, a smile that mirrored her own lifted on his lips.
"There, all better."
Quite suddenly, she felt as though she had swallowed the butterfly, whole. "Heh, yeah."
"Um...yeah..." he replied quietly, as if searching for something to say or do.
She swallowed as she felt herself being pulled forward a bit. Her own unconsciousness reeling her in, positioning her nose fractions of an inch from his own. Her shuddered breath passed over his lips and chin. Almost magnetically, he began to lean forward as well, head tilted to one side so to keep their noses from colliding. Her eyes drifted shut, taking in a breath just before she felt his lips brush against hers. She felt him shudder slightly as they made contact, as though a jolt had been sent up his spine.
Her hand lifted slightly, not sure what to make of the sudden wave of serenity that passed over her body. Fingers uncurled, stretching up as her hand lifted, fingertips just finding his jawline. She felt his hand lift to rest on hers, his touch like fire on her skin. Chills ran through her stomach and up her spine, the pain she had been feeling disappearing as she inched closer to him, tilting her chin up into the kiss. After a bit, his arms came around her and slowly pulled her closer.

Wow..and stuff...

Jason RAVVK5 (1:47:58 AM): ::she'd find it quite a thrill to be back in London, especially considering she knew the Queen and would be staying in Buckingham Palace. she had followed up on the Queen's offer for tea before the campaign had begun, so the two were well acquainted. she'd even taken a trip out into the city - in disguise, with Haru not too far behind - to visit the woman she and Seth had stayed with when they had come to London. needless to say, she was quite cheerful as she returned to her room. Haru was the only one travelling with her now, Li having returned home after Beijing. just about every night, she called him as well as Rhia and Rhayvin, that whole household watching each of her talks on tv no matter what time it was on. it was worth it, too, because no two talks were the same. since they were being broadcasted all over the world, she thought it would be pointless to make the same speech every time. and so, she'd talk about something else each time. she'd be dressed in the clothes Seth had gotten her when they were last in London, as she'd just come in off the streets, that leather trenchcoat bringing back quite a few memories, as well as the driver's cap low over her eyes. she'd slip into her room, shutting the door behind her, pleased smile on her lips::

nelmorr13 (1:53:00 AM): Well, well, well....don't you just look tickled pink. ::he'd be smirking as he sat on the sofa in her room, arms spread across the back of it. he had visited her at least once during each of her stops on the tour and even a few times in between.::

Jason RAVVK5 (1:55:30 AM): ::when she looked over at him, her smile would lift a bit more, she pulling that cap off and letting her hair fall out of it and down her back, shaking it out some, there still the faint hint of the curls she'd had as a child:: What can I say? Things have been running smoothly, I'm in a place I recognize, being welcomed by a wonderfully nice woman, and for the first time these past three months, I'm not the least bit tired. ::she'd set the cap on the desk, slipping the coat off and resting it over the back of the chair::

nelmorr13 (2:00:09 AM): Is that so? Well what a coincidence. Because I....::he'd hold his empty hand out, putting on an impromtu magic show as a pair of tickets appeared:: have tickets to The Tube. London's premiere night club.

Jason RAVVK5 (2:01:40 AM): ::she'd glance over, opening her mouth as if she were about to accept. but she'd stop herself, laughing lightly:: Almost. ::that is, "You almost had me":: But no thanks.

nelmorr13 (2:05:03 AM): Oh come oon! You know you wanna. I can see it in your eyes. ::he smirked over to her as he leaned forward, his gaze penetrating like he can see through her clothes and through into her soul...which wasn't unlikely considering his parentage.::

Jason RAVVK5 (2:07:03 AM): Of course I want to. I've wanted to every time you offered. But it's not about what I want. None of this is about what I want. It's about what is right. What if one person, just one, were to recognize me? I can see it now, headlines all across the world: "Negotiator, caught in night club rave with man other than her fiancee." I don't think so. ::she was smiling all the while as she watched him::

nelmorr13 (2:10:19 AM): Then let me make it so that they don't recognize you. ::he definitely picked up the tricks of the trade well from his father. he knew what to offer to the right people.::

Jason RAVVK5 (2:12:58 AM): ::she sighed, but didn't seem too upset:: That isn't the point, and you know it. What if they were to discover I was gone? What if someone needed to get ahold of me, and I wasn't here to handle it? If you want to dance so bad.. ::she leaned back against the desk, hands behind her, ankles crossed, head tilted, so that she looked rather sexy, especially in the tight-fitting clothes she'd been wearing under the trench coat:: ..we could do it right here.

nelmorr13 (2:16:04 AM): ::he'd quirk a single brow at her for a moment before that smirk grew. the tickets go up in smoke as he rises to his feet.:: Very well then. ::he cracks his knuckles as he looks around the room for a moment.::

Jason RAVVK5 (2:17:11 AM): ::she smiled some, watching him. so she was in a playful mood...it couldn't hurt, right? she had a sound head on her shoulders...she knew what she was doing. definitely...::

nelmorr13 (2:20:06 AM): ::he waved a hand and all the shutters and curtains to the windows shut, sending the room into almost complete darkness. pointing to the ceiling, what looked like a multi-colored disco ball would appear, except it floated in midair. the room would no longer look like it did before, everything pretty much gone. the desk she'd been leaning against was now a bar.::

Jason RAVVK5 (2:21:26 AM): ::she'd glance up at the ball, then behind her at the bar, smile growing just faintly. it was a nice touch. as she pushed away from the bar, hands clasped behind her back as she walked towards him, she'd speak up:: Now all we need is some music.

nelmorr13 (2:25:31 AM): ::he'd still have that smirk on his face as he lifted a hand.:: Oh, it's covered. ::with the snap of a finger, the song would start with violins before a hot beat joined in with some synthesizers. the bass was strong enough that it pulsated through them. if Zelda had any of that hot Drow blood in her where it came to dancing, it'd have a strong effect.::

Jason RAVVK5 (2:28:26 AM): ::oh, she had it alright. the time she'd spent with Kalvin and Jason when she was younger, they'd taught her a thing or two about dancing, as had Rhia and Seth at other times. J might find himself quite impressed with how she could move. while most humans only looked like they were kind of jiggling in some vague rhythm supposedly to the song, with Zelda it would actually seem as though she were telling the song, or rather a story within the song. she'd be coming quite close to him as well, distractingly close at times, every so often her eyes darting up to meet his::

nelmorr13 (2:31:34 AM): ::not one to be left out of his own party, he'd come towards her as well. soon, he'd have one arm about her waist, holding her rather close as their bodies moved in unison to the heartbeat of the music. did Li ever dance with her like this? did they share this kind of.....intimacy on the dance floor?::

Jason RAVVK5 (2:34:09 AM): ::she certainly couldn't remember any time where they had. he was an alright dancer, and he never backed down when she asked, and even asked her sometimes, but..well, what human could compare with the son of the devil? she was very quickly losing herself in the music. strands of hair were plastered to her face as sweat began to trail down, definitely breathing faster as the ecstacy the music and experience created began to flood her senses::

nelmorr13 (2:36:07 AM): ::soon, as is very often the case, their the movements of their dancing became more and more sensual in nature. grinding pelvises and the heated caresses of skin and breath. it wasn't dancing anymore...it was seduction in motion::

Jason RAVVK5 (2:39:40 AM): ::just as she began to find herself falling into that trap, her sensitive hearing would pick something up under the sound of the music. her cell phone. all at once, her eyes would widen, realizing what was happening, hands moving to his chest to very quickly push herself away. she'd fall back against the bar, gasping for breath, staring at him with those same wide-eyes, tiniest bit of fear manifesting itself in her heart. what the hell had she been thinking?::

nelmorr13 (2:41:37 AM): ::he'd stumble back a little as he'd pushed her away, the music coming to and abrupt halt. as the windows were opened again, light streaming into the room. it'd be the same way as it was before. had it all been an illusion?::

Jason RAVVK5 (2:44:00 AM): ::she swallowed uneasily, hearing the phone loud and clear now. shakingly, she'd reach for it, as it sat beside her on the desk. she flipped it open and lifted it, trembling, to her ear, though her voice was as steady as ever - she'd gotten good at that:: Hello? Li...everything's fine... Yes, things are set for tomorrow. Look, would you mind if I called you back? I..I think I'm in the middle of something... ::she let the phone drift down from her ear, hitting the end call button, still staring over at J::

nelmorr13 (2:47:21 AM): ::he would be standing there, smiling calmly. the perspiration still glistens on his brow. just as eve had, Zelda had gotten a taste of forbidden fruit. how long until her temptation for more was unbearable?::

Jason RAVVK5 (2:49:00 AM): ::as she snapped the phone shut, setting it on the desk behind her, she'd speak, quietly, fear now strong in her eyes - she wasn't afraid of him...but the feelings she'd been having just moments before, feelings that lingered even now, how her heart still raced and her stomach still felt as though she'd just ridden a roller-coaster:: I think...you need to leave.

nelmorr13 (2:51:49 AM): Probably a good idea. You may want to take a shower before your next meeting. Ciao. ::before she could reply, he'd be gone, leaving her to tangle with those feelings she was having.::

Jason RAVVK5 (2:56:36 AM): ::she sank to the floor, hand lifting up over her face:: Oh, God, help me...what have I done...what evil things have I unleashed from Pandora's box? ::her hand drifted down to clutch at her chest, heart yet to settle down:: How cruel..

More with Wong

"Master."
"Enter, Rhia."
"Yes, Master." She slipped into the room and made her way over to the oversized arm chair Wong was sitting in. He'd changed so much after his wife had died three months before, and it disappointed her. She felt pain that one she'd grown to care for so much was hurting so terribly, but it also made her nervous with how bored she was becoming. For the half a year she'd been in his service, the first half before his wife's death had been such a challenge. He'd pushed her to the limits of her servitude, willing her to become the Typhoon she was known to be but the collar around her neck forbade. But now, after the wife's death by tuberculosis shortly after their son was born, Rhia was left to do the duties of a slave for her master, whom was said before to be deeply cared for.
Still, as she set the tray down on the table beside the chair and prepared the tea just to her master's liking, she couldn't help but think back to the day he'd found her, tossed out once again into the slave market after eight previous owners. She'd been disobediant, violent, and unreponsive to any punishment or reprimand. But the disposition of this man had proved a challenge right from the start. He was not deterred or even the slightest bit miffed by the knowledge that she was the legendary Typhoon, who'd taken out entire companies of dragons in the infamous Dragon and Elf War two millenia earlier. In fact, this knowledge seemed only to excite him.
She knelt there in the dust of the market streets, left tethered to a pole for any master to claim, a note before her warning those interested of who she was. She longed to escape this boorish cycle of slavery, but her collar, enchanted by those who'd captured her, held her fast to her chains. Just as the day was waning and she was beginning to dread a twelfth night on that market street, she saw a dusty pair of boots stop just in front of her. She slowly lifted her gaze, taking in the deep maroon-coloured cloak that surrounded the rest of his figure, then his sharp Asian features. She wasn't sure what it was - the shape of his face maybe; rounder than the Japanese she saw everyday - but she had a feeling there was a strong influence of the Mainland in his blood. Knelt there before him in only scraps of clothes about her, she took in his little smile and at once knew this would be different and, hopefully, interesting. She couldn't help but faintly smile back. This pleased him.
"Kolareny the Typhoon. Is it really you?" When she gave no response, he continued. "It is time, I believe, that I take you home."
Quietly, but with no hesitation and her eyes still on his face - the collar did not permit eye contact; it was improper - she responded, "As you wish, Master." This, too, pleased him.
Rhia sighed some as she let the memory escape her. She took back the tea cup given to Wong, and when he didn't dismiss her with the usual wave of his hand, she went and knelt down beside his feet, seating herself on her heels. She let her gaze follow his out the great bay window overlooking the back property from the third floor of the mansion. While lost in thought, she felt her Master's hand come to rest on top of her head. The feel of his strong hand so gently caressing her hair made her smile. She did so adore her master. As his fingertips lightly passed over her ear, she felt herself grow tired. Her head came to rest on his knee, eyes sliding shut as Wong continued to run his fingers over her hair and the side of her face.
"Master?" she asked with her eyes still closed.
"Yes, Rhia?" His voice was quiet, but she could sense his eyes turn to look at her.
"Are you going to be okay?" She sounded worried, and by the soft intake of breath from Wong, she guessed he was surprised.
"I'll be fine, Rhia. I have you taking care of me." This, in turn, pleased her.

An old idea

This is an old idea I had for how to write the books. Well, the first one or two, at least. I've since decided against it, but it couldn't hurt for you all to see.

The cold wind blew in through the nursery window, alerting Rhia's attention from the book she was reading. Marking the page in the book, she set it aside and rose to close the window. On the way back to her seat, she stopped by the crip to look in on the young master.
"Master is quite right to be proud of you. Your mother would have been proud, too."
As she returned to her seat, she adjusted the heavy collar around her neck; the mark of a slave. How long had it been now? Four generations with the Wong family. But those generations had only been the latest, happier chapter of her time as a slave. There had been many cruel masters before, though she put up with all of them obediently. The collar around her neck was a sign of how futile fighting back would have been. Besides, none of their torture came close to the torture her adversaries, the Hunters, caused.
She leaned back in the armchair. She let thoughts of the Hunters escape her, thinking instead of days earlier. Of a time when she could be as peaceful as the child whom she watched over.
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"Rhini? Rhini, are you listening to me?" The impatient Drow tapped his foot, frustrated gaze rested on the young girl in front of him.
She sighed, tossing some of that silver hair over her shoulder. "Yes, Jason, I'm listening. Though I don't see the point."
Jason ran a hand through his short-cropped hair. "How are you going to become Queen if you don't know what to do?"
"But why can't I just stay with father? He's king, isn't he? That's basically the same thing, right?"
"I don't think Uncle would appreciate you being his shadow. And there are differences. Your father does things quite differently from how a queen should do things."
Rhini pouted, arms folded over her chest. "But I want to do things just like father. Why do I have to do things differently?"
He smiled and ruffled her hair. She'd make such a wonderful queen. "Like my aunt said: 'It isn't about what you want, it's about what's best for the colony.'"
"Father says Aunt Katia's a croak..."
Jason laughed. "Those two don't care much for each other. Aunt Katia's still sour about your mother's death."
Rhini looked down at her feet. "Did you know mother, Jason?"
His smile faded. "Yes, I did."
"What was she like?"
"She was a wonderful person. Maybe you'll be a queen just like her."
Her eyes lit up. Be like her mother? "Yeah! Okay!"
He grinned, taking the opportunity to dive back into the lesson.
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The soft sound of a baby's whimpering brought Rhia out of her daydream. She got back to her feet and moved over to the crip. The baby had woken up, fussing for attention. She smiled down to him.
"Good afternoon, young master. Have a nice nap?" She lifted him up and brought him close to her. Ever since his great-grandmother had died, Rhia had taken on the responsibility of taking care of the children. She'd had no objection, even able to forget she was a slave sometimes. Granted, this one's father could be very cruel ever since his wife died, but she could forget it whenever she was taking care of the boy.
She wrapped a blanket around him, to keep him warm in the drafty hallways and chilly courtyards.
"Ready for a walk?" She giggled at the boy's cheerful face, nuzzling her nose to his as she left the room.
It was early October, and the afternoon air had just recently turned cold. The wind reminded her of another October, ages ago, when the nip in the air seemed so much harsher.
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There was a loud knock on the door, quick and distressed. Rhini lifted her head from the pillow, tired eyes turned to the door.
"Rhiannon, your presence has been requested in the Great Hall. Get dressed and report immediately."
Jason had woken up at the knock as well. His eyes met Rhini's giving her a shrug. "Do as they say. sooner you do, the sooner you can get back to sleep."
Rhini nodded and smiled. Her cousin was so wise when he wanted to be. She got up and slipped on a tunic and the breeches she'd worn the day before. She moved out into the hallway just as the men knocked again. She gasped at suddenly being grabbed on either side.
"What's happening?" she cried, fighting against their grip.
Her cries roused Jason from his bed and he hurried to the door. "What's the meaning of this?"
"Stay out of it, Jason. These are Katia's orders."
Jason frowned, following them out into the hall. "My aunt?"
"What does Aunt Katia want?!" Rhini was getting fantic, wide eyes turned back to Jason. This didn't make any sense. Why was her aunt dragging her out of bed in the middle of the day? "Did I do something wrong?"
When the men didn't answer, and Jason saw the pained look on their faces, he ran around in front of them to get in their way. "The princess asked you a question!"
"I said stay out of this!" The man knocked Jason aside with a punch to his face and continued on.
"Jason! Why did you do that?! He didn't do anything!" She fought harder to get free, but to no avail. She fought all the way to the Great Hall, but stopped as soon as the scene hit her.
The Great Hall was built like the Collesium, a small stage in the center of the room with stadium seating all around. It could fit the entire colony, and then some. The place was full, not a seat left, and people standing all along the back wall and in the aisles. That meant the neighboring colony was there, too. "I don't understand..."
Suddenly, a familiar, icey voice came from behind Rhini, cold hand taking one of her wrists. "Well, well. Rhiannon, you finally decided to join us."
"Aunt Katia? What's going on? I didn't hear an announcement about a meeting..."
The woman laughed. It sent a chill down Rhini's spine to hear such a cold, empty laugh. "Of course you didnt, it was a surprise, just for you."
"For me? What for?" Her voice quivered, shaking as the woman led her down one of the aisles.
"I'd like to direct your attention to the Floor, princess."
She stumbled as she pushed her forward. It wasn't until she recovered that she'd be able to look down at the stage. Her eyes widened at the sight.
There, chained to a pole that had been raised from the floor, standing on a small plank of wood with his hands raised over hsi head, was her father. The King! Chained up like a traitor! He was even still wearing his crown!
"What's going on..?" Her gaze shifted to the figure beside him. A rage flared up in her blood, gazing upon the fare, pale features of a Wood elf. A female. Was that a crown in her hair as well? Then she was a queen... But who was she? And why was her father looking at her like that?
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Rhia's thoughts were torn from her at the sound of her name being called from down the hall. She slowed and turned around to watch as two young slaveboys came running up to meet her.
"What is it, boys?"
They slowed to a stop once they reached her, one of them doubled over to catch his breath. The second managed to gasp out his message. "It's Master!"
Rhia's eyes widened. "Master? But what about him, what's wrong with Master?"
"Sick," the first boy said, still gasping for breath. "Passed out. Doc says he's dying."
The second boy would speak up again, standing straighter. "Master...he called out for you."
She caught her breath in her throat. She wouldn't wait any longer as she held the baby close to her and broke into a sprint down the hall. She had to get to him.

P.O.V. comparison

This is something I did to see how one event in the storyline could be told by three different points of view. Have a look.

Rhia layed back on the rock, hands settled behind her head. She could feel Kalvin's eyes on her, so tried her best to appear calm, despite the race for their life they'd just barely won. Romeo was watching her as well. He was always watching her. Protecting her, he said. He was more of a father towards her than even Jason had been.
"We should get going after a short rest," she said. "Shouldn't give the Hunters time to catch up." She was surprised at the calm in her voice, when her insides felt so much like jello.
"You get this all the time, don't you?" Kalvin's voice was filled with concern. Of course he wouldn't remember it. He was always supressed when she was in a state of fear, panic, or urgency.
"All the time, Kal." How could she tell him that each and every time felt as though it would be the last thing she ever experienced? No, she had to stay calm. This was no time to panic.
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Kalvin sank down against the tree he was leaning against. His legs ached from running, and his head from the lack of oxygen. He looked up to see Rhia lounging on a boulder a few feet from the treeline. How could she be so calm? Like she didn't have a care in the world; nevermind the fact that a pack of faceless, voiceless creatures had nearly killed them. The angel stood close-by, watching Rhia as well. He was always watching. What was it he could see that no one else could? What on earth drew him to Rhia the way it did?
"We should get going after a short rest," Rhia said. "Shouldn't give the Hunters time to catch up." She hardly seemed worried at all! Hunters, she called them. Already a nickname for them? Or...
"You get this all the time, don't you?" How is it he had no recollection of them? Was it these creatures that caused Rhia so much pain? He did remember coming back to her mind in times while she was recovering from strange or large quantities of injuries he didn't experience her getting.
"All the time, Kal," she said after a short pauce He looked to Romeo, but he hardly seemed surprised. Then it was true. His poor, dear Rhia.
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Romeo relaxed his wings, contemplating withdrawing them. He thought better of it, though. They'd just barely escaped the claws of death, his cruelest master. It was too soon to assume they were safe. He watched Rhia as she layed back on the boulder a few feet away. The angel was safe, but restless. He could see her fidgeting with Rhia's lasting fear. He was glad, though, that she was so calm on the outside.
"We should get going after a short rest," she said. "Shouldn't give the Hunters time to catch up." Her voice masked her fear well, doing quite a convincing job of it. So convincing that their 'newest' companion, Kalvin, seemed worried. He didn't understand her serenity. And who could blame someone who'd just consciously encountered the Hunters for the first time?
"You get this all the time, don't you?" the young man asked, his voice distinctly giving away his concern.
A short pause, and Rhia carefully replied, "All the time, Kal." It wasn't the answer Kalvin had wanted, but it was the truth. Romeo kept quiet, reserving himself to just keeping an eye on the angel he'd been created to protect.

Should be the last for now.

"What's the matter with you, Arcane?!"
"Leave me the hell alone, woman."
"You just tear his heart out and stomp on it in front of him-"
"Don't, Rhiannon."
"How can you just not care?!"
"How dare you!"
Rhia sucked in a breath and pulled the young Seth to her, arms around him to hold him close. They both stood there, staring at Arcane, his black eyes raging at them.
"How dare you say I don't care!"
"Don't you...?"
"He's my son! Of course I care!"
Rhia recognized the look in his eyes then. It was hurt; betrayal; sadness. How could she not have seen it before?
"I love him..." Those words visibly strained him, and why not? They went against his nature. "I'm just incapable of showing it." He reached a hand out and touched Rhia's cheek, their gazes locked. "I love you, as well, Rhiannon. I wish more than anything I could show you, but I can't." His fingers stroked her face, other hand coming to rest on Seth's shoulder. "Please don't think that I don't care." He pulled the both of them to him. "You're my family. Of course I care." With those words, and a ghost of a kiss to Rhia's lips, he was gone.

Wong escorted the new slave out of the carriage, taking ahold of the chain leash again. "What do you think?" He could tell she wasn't impressed, she gazing boredly at the estate. Well, he'd have to find some other way to impress her. He led her on into the courtyard and out the back towards the slave chambers. He didn't have to pull or drag her along, as though she knew fighting would only make her lose the energy she'd be needing later. "You'll be staying here." He unhooked the chain from her collar, but stopped her for a moment. "You will be tested tomorrow. You will be assigned your duties based on your performance."
"So be it." No longer holding her back, she walked into the small building, the slavemaster closing the door behind her.
"This...will not be easy."
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The next day, he woke to the sounds of fighting. He groaned, careful not to wake his wife as he pulled himself out of bed. He must have slept late. He wrapped a robe around himself and moved out onto the balcony that overlooked the training yards. There, he saw her. She was in new clothes, the uniform of the slaves, with nothing but a bare broomstick in her hand. Somehow, she was fighting off wave after wave of attacks by the guards who were testing her. She'd had any choice of weapons in a room. If his mind served him correctly, that broomstick hadn't even been one of the weapons, far sturdier staffs on the walls. He grinned to himself as he watched. "She has spunk, and skill. No wonder she has the name Typhoon." The sound of coughing came from inside the room, soft at first, then uncontrollable. He withdrew into the room to care for his dying wife.

"Redairu, wait!"
"That's Captain, private."
"Yes, ma'am. Sorry."
She sighed and slowed long enough for the recruit to catch up. He came to a walk beside her. She noticed him watching her and glanced up to him in annoyance. "Well? Just ask already."
He blushed slightly and looked away. He was young, but still older than Red, and about half a foot taller. "Well, um...how old-"
"Fifteen." This wasn't the first time a recruit had asked these questions. Hell, generals who didn't know her story asked these questions.
"And when-"
"Three."
"Three?! How did-"
"I was orphaned. The ambassador took me in. I got put to work since he couldn't look after me."
"Wow...but a captain?"
"I've been doing this stuff longer than most captains."
"I see." He regarded her in silence as they approached the mess hall. She glanced towards him again. Now what?
"Anything else, private?"
"Er, well..." He blushed again. Ugh, what a girl. "I, um, have been having trouble with my mobile suit. I was hoping...that you might...you know..."
"Show you a thing or two?"
"Y-yes. Please?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes. Why were recruits always such a nuisance? "Sure."
"Thank-you!" With that, he ran on ahead, probably to catch up with his real friends.

::cough:: There's going to be more..

Cece dropped through the opening into the cave. She glanced up to the faces peering down at her. "I'm alright! Toss me a torch!"
"You sure about this?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." Reluctantly, they tossed her a flashlight. As she stepped into the darkness, she'd barely have a chance to turn it on. With a rustle of wings and the scratch of claws on stone, the flashlight fell from her hands. For a brief moment, the people watching from above caught a glimpse of teal wings closing around Cecelia.
A cold hand came over her mouth when she tried to scream. "Quiet. Not a word, or I'll slit your throat." The smooth voice wasn't joking around, sharp talon pressed against her neck.
She felt something snake around her waist and it was everything she could do to keep from squeeling. The creature dragged her deep into the cave, dropping a few hundred feet to a faintly lit chamber. Candles were lit around the chamber, and she was soon able to see her captor. He tossed her forward and she fell to the ground, turning over and staring up at him. He visibly braced for the scream, but it never came. She stared at him, eyes wide.
"Who...are you?"
His gaze was steady on her, only now taking in how beautiful she was. With the same, smooth voice, he said, "Fafnir."

Pale blue eyes scanned the lit screen. The room was dark other than the screen, the ghostly glow enough to light up the surface of a notebook that had surely seen better days. The only other light came from the doorway on the other side of the room, but that was mostly obscured by the two figures peering in.
"How long as he been there?" the suit asked the man beside him. The nameplate on the first man's briefcase said "Principle Mahoony". The nametag on the jumpsuit of the second man simply read "Janitor".
"Since 2:35 this afternoon, sir. He hasn't left once, even to use the john," the janitor quickly replied. "What d'you suppose we do? It's closin' time."
"Tell him to leave, of course. He's only a boy."
"That ain't only a boy, sir. I seen him fight after school. Took on the whole football team in the locker room after soccer practice one day, he did. Supposin' he don't want to leave?"
Before Mahoony could answer, the boy in question flicked off the computer and promptly stood up. The two men quickly stepped aside as they watched. Just as he stepped outside the classroom door, the school bell chimed and the automated voice rang out in the empty halls, "Six p.m. The school is now closed. All students, please leave the building at this time. The school is now closed."
"Well, that takes care of that problem, then."
"Yes, sir." The janitor watched the boy as he walked through the nearest exit.
"What was his name, again?"
"Seth, sir. Kolareny, I think's his last name."
"Seth..." The principle shrugged and continued on his way.
Outside, the boy tossed his hair and glanced back. "Imbucile."

What filthy, despicable creatures these humans are. How could he think anything else with what he'd experienced? Besides, he was only one-fourth compassion. He wondered, momentarily, what his father thought of them. He already knew how his mother felt; he'd never understand her. He walked through the market with his head held high. Those sharp elven features and icey blue eyes brought him a good number of stares. The long black cloak hid his body well enough, and his hand was ever in place over the hilt of his broadsword.
As he turned into an alley, he felt a strong hand stop him and shove him against the wall. He jsut barely kept the sly grin from his lips. Oh, this would be fun.
"Your kind isn't welcome around here, boy."
He lifted his gaze to the man and simply smiled.
"What's so funny, pointy-ears?"
"Oh, nothing. I just find amusement in looking at a dead man."
"What was that?!"
"You bore me, human." In a blur of black cloak and polished steal, the human fell. Seth stood straighter and lifted the sword up under his nose. He breathed in the scent and grunted, licking along the length of the blade. Those eyes flashed in pleasure, his blood lust satisfied, for now. He wiped clean the blade on the clothes of the dead man, then sheathed the steal once more. He gracefully stepped over the body and continued on his way.
Oh, Father. If you could see me now, would you then be proud of me? Or am I still a nuisance? Is it still Rhia that clouds your mind as she does my own? When, Father, will I see you again?

Liam ground-tied the horse and wrapped a rope around its neck. "Hold, boy. Don't you move 'till I tell you." He tied the other end of the rope around his wrist, then dove into the raging river. He swam hard and surfaced beside the girl. It was then that he saw that her skin was dark, nearly black. He didn't take the time to wonder, however, and tied that rope around her waist. "Hold on to me!" Hearing his voice, crimson eyes lifted to his face. She let go of the rock and latched on to him. He wrapped his arms around her and called back to his horse, "Back up!" The horse obeyed, and they were slowly reeled in to shore.
Once safe, he untied her and held her close when he noticed her shivering. He rubbed her arm to warm her up. "Hey, miss? Are you alright?"
Trembling from the cold, she looked up at him. "Y-yes. Who are you? W-where am I?"
"Hush. I'll explain everything once I get you dry and warm." He lifted her up and swung up onto the horse, moving into a canter over the bridge. He looked down at that dark face. What had he gotten himself into? She was elven, he could tell that much. But he'd never ehard of black elves. Looking up again, he hugged her close to his chest. He could hear his father now: "What on Gaia do you think you're doing?!"
However, the nuzzle against his chest from the girl made him forget all of it.

And...more samples...

"Good-bye, Rhia."
"Kalvin, wait...please."
"I'm sorry. I have to."
"Please, don't go."
He reached a hand out to touch her hair, faint, empty smile on his face. "I have no choice. Not if I don't want to hurt you."
"But I don't understand. How could you hurt me? What could you do?"
"A lot, Rhia. Trust me."
He dropped his hand and turned to go.
"What did I do? I promise never to do it again, just please don't leave me. I don't want to be alone, I just found you."
He turned back, but kept his distance. "You won't be alone. You'll have Romeo."
"But that's not the same. I want you, Kalvin..."
"PLease, Rhia. Just let me leave."
"Will I ever see you again if you leave?"
"I don't know. I'm sure you will."
"But when?"
"I don't know, okay?"
"No, it's not okay." She went to him, hands taking hold of his sleeves, ahnging on him like a child. "I won't let you go, Kalvin, I won't."
"Rhia..." He tried to pull away, but she held fast to him. His heart ached to see those eyes. He didn't want to go. He wanted to do anything but go, but he knew what would happen if he stayed.
"Please, Kalvin..." She pulled back on his sleeves, drawing him away from the door. He couldn't take it anymore; if she wanted to know what would hurt her, he'd show her. He pushed her back against the wall and pressed a deep kiss to unwilling lips. Just as she started to pull back, he turned away from her, leaving before she could fully recover.

"Rhayvin, I need to ask you a favor."
"Alright, Rhia."
She watched him a moment, then took a slow breath. "I want to spend this last night with Romeo. I may never see him again."
He regarded her for a time, before nodding. "Alright. I'll see you in the morning."
She smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Thank-you." With that, she hurried out of the room and headed for Romeo's chambers.
He was there, waiting for her. She went and sat across from him. She couldn't explain it, but she felt nervous, as if she were doing something she wasn't supposed to.
"Tea?"
She glanced up at him and smiled. "Yes, please."
They talked, for a time. When it grew cold, she slid over close to him. Habit, she supposed. He'd been her guardian for so long, it only seemed natural.
But he wasn't her guardian any longer, and that changed things. He slid his arms around her and pulled her close. She smiled, memories making the situation quite comfortable. By the time his lips met hers, she'd lost any inkling of control over herself, all thoughts of Rhayvin fleeing her mind. By then, she only wanted Romeo.

He glanced into the back of the truck as he drove. Still there, sleeping. She looked like an angel; a fallen angel, maybe, but still an angel. The scars that covered her skin didn't seem to mar her beauty, or perhaps he just couldn't fathom what she looked like without them. He'd come across her while fishing. She'd taken refuge in his lodge by the lake, and he'd found her there, asleep. Or maybe unconscious. She smelled of blood, but there were no cuts or scratches on her. He guessed she was a hunter, due to the guns he'd found on her along with the dried blood on her hands. However, her clothes didn't exactly fit that theory. She was dressed like a city-goer, trench coat and all. Nevertheless, he'd laid her down in the back seat of his truck, and was now taking her home. His wife would know what to do. He glanced back again, and had to do a doubletake. Gone? Where could she have- He felt something cold and sharp press against his neck.
"Who are you? Where are you taking me?"
Her voice...it was like silk. Smooth and rich. He swallowed, suddenly nervous. "My name is Thomas Cleaver. I'm taking you to my home. I thought you were hurt; you wouldn't wake up when I tried to rouse you."
"Stop the truck; let me out."
He glanced into the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were crimson; he'd never seen eyes like that before. "At least eat with us. My wife has been lonely. If you're in trouble...I won't call the police unless you want me to. Please."
She was quiet as he pulled over to the side of the road. He watched, hoping that she'd reconsider. It wasn't until just then that he realized his wife may not appreciate his bringing home such a beautiful and obviously troubled woman, but the doubt lasted only a moment.
"Alright. But on one condition." The knife was pulled away from his neck, and he took a deep, relieved breath. His eyes caught the motion of her transfer to the front seat. What might normally be a very awkward and clumbsy series of movements for most people, this woman did with the utmost grace.
"And what is that?"
"No questions."
Their eyes met for the first time directly, and Thomas found himself blushing. Not because of embarrassment, but because of the feeling of how unworthy he was to be in her presence. "Just one?" It was said carefuly, he afraid that if he said the wrong thing it might cause her to bolt from the car.
"Just one, though I do not gurantee an answer."
"What is your name?"
She seemed thoughtful for a moment. She sat back properly in the chair and looked forward. Her eyes seemed to gaze for miles, seeing everything at once, as though she'd seen it all before. He was getting the feeling that that might not be far from the truth. Finally, after careful thought and deliberation, that silky smoothe voice filled the still air again. "Rhia."

Rhia stood amid her company on the battlefield. It was still hard for her to believe she'd been made an officer upon joining the cause. Even more unbelievable was that she'd been given men to command. And they listened! She had respect, and from elves.
"Lady Captain!"
Rhia turned her gaze to the runner approaching them. She held her hand out for the message tube. One of her men gave a couple of coines to the runner, as was custom in respect for the boy's dangerous job. She unrolled the message and quickly looked it over.
"What does it say, Rhia?"
She looked up, somewhat amused to find all of the young men and women gathered around her. They were anxious to fight again, as they'd done twice before. Their eagerness told Rhia they'd hardly seen battle at all just yet. "The dragons have taken to the sky. Twelve are in flight, and about three hundred are on foot."
"So many!" someone exclaimed.
"Yes. It appears the remains of their eastern front have combined for a full-frontal assault."
"But we're only one hundred strong! We'll be wiped out!"
"Our general is aware, which is why our neighboring companies will be joining us." She smiled reassuringly to those around her. "Don't worry. We won't be alone in this fight."
The soldiers seemed to relax, and Rhia suggested they all get some rest and a meal to prepare for the battle guranteed to start by morning. Finally, some action. Rhia could hardly wait.

The soft red glow was all that could be seen within the dark alcove. Unbeknownst to the man approaching, a pair of crimson eyes watched his every move from behind the cigarette. The smoke was hardly noticeable, as the air of the tavern was full of it. The man, a human, she mused, no older than a tender twenty-three, came to stand before the table behind which Rhia sat. His features were fair, soft, wavy black hair and blue eyes. They looked hungry. She kept her feet propped up on the chair across from her, making no move to invite him to sit with her. She lifted a slender hand to pull the cigarette from her lips. Smoke flew from them in a steady stream, licking her lips afterwards. She studied him a moment more, then spoke.
"What is it you want here, boy?" She couldn't help but grin. These humans; they were so much like children; pets. Their eagerness, she also found, was quite satisfying, so his answer indeed spiked her interests...
"The word is, you'd like some...company during your stay."
...not that she'd show it. That red glow would greet him once more, followed by a trail of smoke. "And why should I want your company, human?"
He didn't squirm or even hesitate. That impressed her. Then again, maybe he was jsut arrogant, in which case she wasn't. "I can make it worth your while."
Now that was interesting. And this time she let him know it. By now his eyes had adjusted, and she motioned for him to join her. He moved around the table and sat beside her on the bench against the back wall. "You have my attention."
"I know where you can find Lyason."
Her eyes widened, but only for a moment. "It's room 35." The cigarette was replaced between her lips and he left.

Just a few samples (in chron. order)

"Rhini, are you paying attentiong to me?"
The young girl yawned, blinking some. "What?"
Jason sighed and ran a hand over his short hair. "How are you ever going to become Queen if you don't learn what to do?"
She pouted at him, arms folded over her stomach. "Why can't I just stay with my daddy? He's King, isn't he?"
"I doubt very much Uncle would appreciate you tagging along."
"But why? Why don't I ever get to see him 'cept at dinner and ceremonies? It isn't fair, Jason."
He reached over to touch the soft black skin of her cheek. "I know, Rhini. But that's just how it is. Now, come; you need to learn just why it is your father is King."

The Guardian picked his way through the foliage which he'd seen the girl disappear into. Sharp ears caught the sound of whimpering. He pushed aside a low branch and saw the girl, curled up in the hollow of a bush. She was clutching her knee where a scrape was bleeding. He went to her and knelt down, extending a hand to her cheek. "What happened, child?"
Crimson eyes lifted to his, tears staining her cheeks. She was so young, so vulnerable; it made his heart ache with pity when she spoke.
"They made fun of me. They said I was too short to be an elf. They called me a pixie." Her lip trembled. It seemed being called a pixie was a great insult to these people.
"And to your knee?"
"I fell down..."
He smiled faintly and pulled her out of the bush and into his arms. Her head rested against his chest. "Come, child. I'll care for you."
"Thank-you, Guardian."

The hunt grew hopeless as the rain drowned out the scent of the fox, the hounds only becoming confused. The prince turned to his escorts. "We should turn back. The day is lost." They agreed and called the hounds back. Turning the horses around, they headed back through the increasingly pouring rain. As they approached the river, the bridge just barely visible over the swollen water, something caught the young prince's eye. Calling to his escorts, he told them to go on ahead. They were reluctant, but complied. He was their prince. He turned his horse towards a spot further down the river. Sure enough, as he drew closer, he could make out the torso of a figure, clinging to a rock. He stopped the horse across from that rock, slipping down off the creature's back. A girl, younger than him. But what was a peasant doing on the palace grounds? No...wait. She wasn't a peasant; she wasn't even human. She was an elf.

"You're beginning to piss me off, merc."
"Sorry, oh great one."
"Bit your tongue. There will be no sarcasm in my presence."
"Yes, Rhiannon. What is your bidding?"
"Get the peasants of the last village off my back."
"Can do, my lady." He lifted his hand to his sword, crazed look coming into his eyes.
"If I learn that you killed them, mercenary, I will have your head, understood?"
He scowled, but bowed to her. "Of course, mistress." He left the tent.
Rhia sighed, reaching for the black blade beside her and lifting it into the firelight. It pulsated, the metal of both blade and hilt heated up, though the woman barely noticed, her hand too scarred to feel. "You want him to kill them, don't you? So you can kill him? Then the joke's on you. I'd kill him with his own sword, so his blood will mix with the fallen's."

His gaze passed over the countless inferiors chained to the posts spaced evenly along the market. Slaves, new and old, many of them priced far higher than their worth. All of them inferior. Even the spirited ones seemed to not be what he craved. He and his escorts neared the end of the avenue, and he began to lose hope. Just as he started to turn back to settle for one of the others he'd seen, he saw her. To anyone else, she'd appear as broken and unspirited as the rest, knelt as that was all the chains allowed, gaze steady on the ground. Yet Wong could feel something different about her. Suddenly, he saw all that he desired embodied in that scarred body, little of which was hidden by the dirtied remnants of clothes, clothes from a time when she hadn't been a slave. He glanced around for the vender, but he was no where to be seen. No price anywhere, either. Only a sign with a warning: "Rhiannon 'Typhoon' Kolareny. Acquire at your own risk." The man grinned and licked his lips. The great Typhoon, a slave, here for the taking. "Alas, I shall be the one to take you."
To his surprise, pleasant as it was, crimson eyes were raised to meet his. "So be it."

"So, this is it. Are you prepared for the end, sweet Gaia?"
The planet shuddered with the elf-woman's words. I'm frightened.
"Don't be afraid, mother. I'm here with you. It will all be over soon."
This woman...who'd been with her almost since she, too, was born...She cared so much for her, a mere planet, which no one had ever cared so much for besides God. This woman, who took on her pain so that she, Gaia, might not suffer. If this woman, who had suffered so much already, said everything would be okay, then, she was sure, everything would be okay. She was no longer afraid, and the planet, now made of nothing but sand, stone, and a few molecules of water, heaved a sigh, accepting her ensuing fate. Thank-you, Rhia.
"You're welcome, Gaia. Now sleep. I'll wake you when the time comes." Her hands caressed the smooth sand, as if stroking a child's head. Perhaps it was this woman who was the true mother. She relaxed, and took no notice as the remains of her surface broke apart and her existance in this life came to a close.

Dialogue with Myself

This is something I wrote for Lit class this past year. Gave the class chills, so I thought I'd share. In the point of view of Rhia and herself. You'll understand. Maybe.

Why must they insist that I, their friend and mother, am losing my grip on reality? Surely they don't believe that I could lose my grip. I, who have lived for decades as the stability of their lives. They must be mistaken. Is it really possible that I could slip away from truth? Nay; of course not. It must be they who are insane.
Who is it that insists you are going insane? You, their stability and hope? Who mistakes this obviously sane being for someone who does not know truth?
Who, you ask, whoever you are? Liam, my dearest friend, tells me that he has seen me standing and talking to myself as if there were others present. And Seth, my own son, is sure that he has seen a mad look in my eye and has recognized insanity in my voice and manner.
Insanity? Who are they to decide what insanity sounds and acts like? Have they heard or seen insanity before, so that they can recognize her within you?
Her? Are you saying that insanity has person and being, and truly is recognizable once encountered before? Nevermind that; who are you, that speaks these words of wisdom to me?
Words of wisdom; I do not speak the words that wisdom speaks, but only truth and logic. I am, perhaps, your conscience, leading you in your search for answers. Or perhaps I am the insanity your friend and family hears in you.
But how could that be, when you are standing here before me, obviously holding a voice seperate of my own, with manners that I have not been brought up upon?
If you say that I am seperate from you, than so I am. Now, what is it you intend to do to prove your sanity to these accusers of yours?
I don't know. What is it you suggest that I do? Surely you believe that I am sane, and have some idea of how I can prove it to my kin.
I believe that you know yourself better than they do, but it depends more on what you admit to yourself is truth than what they believe is true. You know the truth in your heart, but you do not trust your heart. You've come to trust your head instead, and that may prove faulty on your part.
You suggest, then, that I am indeed confused? I do not understand what you're saying, friend. Is there something I have not seen in myself, that you and my family have seen? Is it possible for you, a stranger, to know me better than myself?
You say that I am a stranger, but I am closer to your heart than you realize.
I don't understand. Who -are- you, if not just a stranger? Are you a friend? Or perhaps one of my enemies? One of the many creatures that plague my dreams, or a possessor of the hands that reach for me day and night?
I am none of these, and yet all of them. I am what terrifies you and at the same time what holds you close at night. I am your securities and your insecurities. I am you.
No! You're lying! You're none of these things! You are but a stranger who chooses to torment my mind. Leave me! Get away from me in my hour of toil. Bother me no more, and tell my kin that I am not insane. I have never been so sane!
Stop lying to yourself! Admit that you are no longer in control of the things around you! Nay! You were never in control! All your life, you've been dragged along with what is true, never with the choice of where to go or how to get there. Do not deny that you have never once been able to choose for yourself what it is you are destined to do.
No! I refuse to listen to these lies! Be gone, I tell you! Be gone and plague me no further! I will not be decieved by your trickery-
Trickery! The only trickery here is how you continue to dance just outside the light of truth! I will not leave because I cannot! I cannot leave because I am you, and am a part of you, and as a part of you, you will never be rid of me.
What are you saying? That you are not a stranger, and not actually before me, but are in fact a figment of my imagination?
I am not standing before you, but I am not a product of your imagination. I am more real than your shadow, truer than anything you say to yourself, more solid than the ground you walk on. I am not wisdom, I am reason. I am truth, I am logic, I am you.
Never! You are not me, for if you were me, than who would I be? I refuse to believe that you are more me than I myself am.
Listen to yourself! You babble as if you hardly know your own language. You can no longer tell which way is up and which is down. Do not torture yourself with these lies. Open your eyes!
I will not! I mean, my eyes are already open! Your eyes are the ones that are closed.
Fool. You turn round and round in your attempt to find what is true, yet truth stands here before you! Look at me! See what is true! See that I am what is, and you are but a mere container for that truth. If you remain as you are, you will never escape your insanity. I will never disappear from your mind if you do not reach out and grasp truth.
I will not, because I have no need to! I know what is true, I do! You are but a mere collection of lies trying to confuse me, trying to tell me that what is true is not!
Poor, poor child. To you, the sky could be green, and you would still argue that it is blue. Why can you not come to grips that what you once knew as true is no longer truth? I stand before you as a reflection of yourself, your heart, and your mind. I am here that you might see what those whom you call your persecutors see. You ask if they are the ones who are insane, but nay. They are the ones who are right in that they have accepted the present for what it is. You, my dear child, are insane. You have no longer come to understand the world as it is, but only see it as you wish to. You no longer are in control of your life, nor any life around you. If you cannot accept this, then you will never be rid of me; you will never escape insanity.
Insane? Perhaps truth does lie somewhere deep in this creature of insanity. Were they truly right to say that I have lost touch? Am I...insane? But how could I have lived so long outside of this truth? Will I never be rid of this plague? Is there no way to escape the truth an live again in myself? Perhaps. And yet, what will I gain from this? I must do what I must; whatever fate has befallen me, I must obey. I have no choice, it seems, lest I be deemed insane. There is no escape. How cruel destiny is, to lay upon me this duty. But, I shall do what is asked of me. The world will see what God has in store, and I shall be free of my insanity.

Good job for those of you that realized it was Rhia speaking the entire time. Yes, this is a monologue.

Poetry time.

Lucifer,
Loose thy grip
From mine eyes, for
I will gaze upon
Thee no longer.
Thou shalt not tempt
Me further. Be gone,
Lest you repent and
Come with me, to once
More live in service
Of thy God. Do not
Deny that the Almighty
Will forgive even the
Terrible deeds thou
Hath committed.
Repent, sweet Lucifer.
Repent, and follow me.
Place thy hand in mine,
And once again be
Happy. Accept the
Love my heart aches
To give thee.
Repent, and be free.

Pain and confusion crowd my soul

and still the world turns.

Bright eyes fade to two lumps of coal

and still the world turns.

The fire in my heart fades and dies

and still the world turns.

Gaze hardened to infinite lies

and still the world turns.

Body shaken, my nerves are shot

and still the world turns.

They laugh at me, they think I'm caught

and still the world turns.

The world will turn without consent

turning, turning, turning.

Even through all of my torment

burning, burning, burning.

And still I cry out for you.

I'll show them what my faith can do

wait now the world slows.

The darkness cracks, I will get through

and still the world slows.

Hope is replenished, eyes grow bright

and still the world slows.

Here is a spark; with fire comes light

and still the world slows.

Hold, don't stop! you must keep turning

and still the world slows.

Dim again, my life is burning

and still the world slows.

The world will slow without consent

slowing, slowing, slowing.

Even through all of my torment

flowing, flowing, flowing.

And still I cry out for you.

Everything's still, my life has gone

and now the world stops.

The world will stop without consent

And still I cry out for you.

Titles, titles...

I'm not really sure what I want to call this series. As you can see by the web address, I've settled with the Kolareny Chronicles for now. Managed to restrain myself from being a total dork and changing Chronicles to Kronicles.. But yeah. I've only come up with three other titles for the entire series, those being "Rhiannon", "Arcane Dreams", and, I think my favorite, "My Nightmares".

On the other side is figuring out titles for the individual books themselves. I think I've got quite a few pretty clever ones. Here they are - if you've heard of another book with the same exact title, let me know, so I might be able to change it a little and not violate any copyright laws... Oh, and those of you who know quite a bit about this storyline already, have some fun and try to figure out where in the story these titles would go.
"Midnight Rendezvous"
"An Encounter with Death"
"A Waltz with Lucifer"
"Between Heaven and Hell"
"Revelation and Apocolypse"
"A Stroll Through Hell"
"Scourge of Apocolypse"
"Acts of the Apostle" (Not Apostles, just Apostle)
"Trial and Error"
"Recovering Innocence"
"A Shadow of Hope"
That's about it for now. I haven't thought about it in a long time since I still haven't quite figured out how to break down the storyline for each volume. I guess you'll all be seeing that here as well.

Here's an age old question...

Some ask if Adam and Eve had belly buttons. Well, last night - or, rather, this morning.. - I got to thinking about that question. But, not for Adam and Eve. Rather, for Arcane and White. Technically, they weren't born of a mother. They never had an umbilical cord from where a belly button would come from. As strange as it sounds, or to think about, they don't have bellybuttons.
This also leads me to think about a few others. Would Kalvin have a belly button? He was created from Rhia, but was never a baby in a womb. In fact, when his personality originated, Rhia was nearly three hundred years old. However, he was created to be a sort of mirror image of her. Though, thinking about that, he wasn't 'born' with all of her scars. So, perhaps he, too, doesn't have a belly button.
Do angels have belly buttons? Thinking about this logically, if God created them outside of a womb, no, they aren't going to have one. However, if an angel is born of a union between two other angels, and assuming they go through gestation and birth the same as humans, then yes, the offspring will have belly buttons. So, in this case, Romeo does not have one.
A tough one would be Seth and Zelda. They weren't 'born' as most children are, but rather they were extracted from Rhia through a magickal process in which they simply came into being. However, though the time was short, she was pregnant with them for a while. The question is, did they receive sustanance through an umbilical cord, or did Arcane and White simply sustain them while they were in the womb? This I'll have to come back to later.
Here's another one; the original elementals, including Rhayvin and Ivory, probably won't have one either, as God, too, created them outside of a womb.
I don't think there's anyone else. If there is, feel free to let me know. What a strange question it is, anyway..