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The Everlasting King

By: Bethany Lindell

Moon The Silver Planet

Hadrianus Gath Leonitus, better known as Adrian, second son ofDavid and Adessah Leonitus, High King and Queen of all Earth, hated hisastronomy lessons with a passion usually reserved for the arch nemesisof bed time fables. But this made much more sense considering that histeacher, Mr. Lichurus a gaunt, grayish man who always looked as if hehad just swallowed a bag of equally gray, sour lemons was as close toan arch nemesis as any eight year old can have.

There are seven planets outside our own. Mr. Lichurus said ashe drew a circle on a large piece of slate and scrawled a messy E nextto it, marking it as Earth. They are the Moon, Mercury, Venus, the Sun,Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn in that order.

Adrian blinked, stylus poised above his note paper, but Lichurusspoke so fast that the boy could not remember anything past the Moon.Lichurus always talked fast like that. Adrian was sure that he did it onpurpose.

A bump to his left elbow made the princling look up from his sadlyempty paper. Adrians older brother, crown prince Sebastian ConradLeonitus Bastian to his family and friends subtly slanted his paper to

face his brother without turning away from the droning professor.Thanks. Adrian whispered before hastily copying Bastians neat

handwriting.Bastian grinned and nodded. He had always been better at

listening then Adrian. It was one of the many reasons Adrian was glad hewas the younger brother. He would make a very disappointing crownprince. Besides, it was princes that had all the fun anyway. He had heardthat in literature class.

The moon is the first and closest of the seven planets. Lichuruscontinued, oblivious to his pupils distress. She is often associated withfemale deities, such as Selene, Luna, Diana, and Artemis. Those under

her influence are wanderers and lunatics unable to keep their bodiesand minds in one place. Her influence is seen on Earth in the metalsilver which-

Adrian was so thoroughly lost that he forgot to keep his voicedown when he turned to Bastian and asked, Influence?

Unfortunately Lichurus heard the boy. He turned his gaunt faceslowly on the youngest prince. Then as if he were made of wood ratherthen flesh, the sallow skinned man stared at Adrian, not even blinking.


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Adrian shrunk into his chair, avidly wishing that he coulddisappear altogether.

Then the professor let out a long sigh, like a train that has justcome to a stop. Adrian felt his face flush with embarrassment. Peoplewere always giving him that sigh, like they expected better from him

and were constantly disappointed by what he said or did or, more oftenthan not, forgot.Miss Moria, Lichurus said turning to Adrians older sister, will

you please explain to your young brother what is meant by influence inthe present context?

Moria nodded, making her thick waves of auburn hair bounce andshimmer like waves. Adrian often heard people say how pretty youngMoria Ursula was, but seeing as he was her kid brother and still believedthat girls carried some unknown, mysterious, contractible ailment thatmade them so weird, Adrian never understood others attraction to theonly princess. She was just Moria to him; attentive and quiet unless you

doused her in water and ruined her hair. Then she chased after youthreatening to hit you with her dolls. She was very proud of her hair.However around adults, especially teachers like Lichurus, Adrian

had noticed that his sister seemed nervous, almost afraid even. Adrianthought this strange; Moria was so collected in everything else.

But still Moria fidgeted under the professors stare. Each planethas a different effect on both human beings and the Earth. They are thecause of some moods, illnesses, and metals. Her voice was soft but didnot fail to reach every ear around her. It was exactly the kind of voicebefitting a princess of Earth.

Professor Lichurus nodded sharply. Yes princess, well done. As I

was saying the moon produces silver in the Earth. Some of the mostfamous deities include Selene, Diana, Artemis, and Phoebe, who wasthought to be the twin sister of the sun, Phoebus. They each have theirstories, but for tonight I want you to focus on Selene, paying particularattention to her tale with Endymion. Tomorrow I want a brief summaryfrom each of you as well as thoughts on how our ancestors perceivedthe Earths connection with the moon.

Adrian had never heard of that story before, but judging fromBastians aggravated groan and Morias wistful sigh, he had the feelingthat he wasnt going to like it very much.

But thats a love story. Bastian complained. Whats that

supposed to teach us about the planets?The professor turned his unblinking stare on Bastian, much to

Adrians relief. He tried to hide his smile as Bastian began to fidgetuncomfortably, but didnt quite succeed.

Read it and find out. Lichurus said slowly.Oddly enough Adrian felt relieved to see his brother fidget and

squirm under the eyes of an adult, and not just for the obvious reasonthat it wasnt him suffering under Lichurus' stare. It was just that Bastian


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had been acting so royal lately, like the crown prince was squeezing theboy out of him. Adrian had missed Bastians company at more then oneescapade of late, the most recent being a trip to the nearby ocean shoreto try and ride one of the great turtles that had come to lay their eggs inthe wet sand.

It hadnt gone so well.Now if you will turn your lesson books to page ten, we will learnabout the moons more physical properties Lichurus said once he haddecided Bastian had suffered enough staring. Adrian frowned as heturned to the right page. The old professor made it sound like studyingany other properties was a complete waste of time.

But with a great sigh Adrian did as he was told. Then he proppedhis head on his fists and stared at the page without seeing it. A greatimage of the moon, silver and soft, stared back at him like a lovingmothers eye at once chiding him for his lack of attention and forgivinghim with understanding. Falling under her bemusing influence, Adrian let

his mind wander to great, lapping shores covered in sea turtles.

~

Far off and away from the young prince, in a different time, on adifferent ground, stood a woman who would be remembered as a greatqueen. She stared up at the same sky Lichurus taught of, but from adifferent angle, and let her mind wander as it would over the troubledground around her.

She stood on the wide balcony of a palace made of soft, whitestone that glimmered and shone like translucent pearl in the faded

earthlight. The moonscape was perfectly still before her, spreading outlike a vast silver ocean. Here on the dark side of the moon, the only lightcame from the marble sized Earth and the glow lamps placedthroughout the palace. The diffused light made the moons surface evenbrighter in the dark, as if it gave off a light of its own.

The queen let her gaze drift upward to the crystalline shield thatsurrounded the moon like a mother cradling her child, offering a chanceat life. It was this shield, as well as the others that enveloped the fiveother planets, that made life possible for people living outside Earth.Their making and structure remained a mystery, even to the scholars ofold who had known so much of the universe around them yet still

comprehended little of its scientific making.There were always rumors concerning the crystal spheres that

wrapped around the planets. Currently there were only two that were inpopular circulation. One said that the shields were remnants of anancient people who had either died out or abandoned their home forunknown territories. And while it was true that there were several ruinson the moons surface (most on the side closest to the Earth) all werechildren compared to the crystal shield.


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The second school of thought was more religious. It said that God,in His infinite wisdom and glory, had foreseen His peoples futuredistress and had directed the components of the shield towards theplanets where, after a fantastic explosion, the shields had appearedaround all nine of the Suns planets and had protected them ever since.

The queen thought both ideas too worldly. The crystal bubbleswere so perfect, so beautiful, that the queen couldnt imagine thembeing made by human hands or happy accidents. It was just impossible.So instead of supposing some amazingly coincidental prospect, thequeen went right to the source of creation; the God of the universe, oneof many names, but one face.

As the queen stood pondering a God that was at once a lion and alamb, the glow lamps flickered once and a man stepped quietly into theopen archway. He was tall with light brown hair swept sternly away fromhis face and eyes that seemed to change color from blue to green, tobrown, to a thorough mix of all three depending on the light and

sometimes even his own mood. He was dressed in a smartly presseduniform of blue and silver, the colors of the moon. Numerous medalsand wartime decorations hung from the dark jacket, making it lookheavy. All together he was an imposing looking officer who appeared ashe had been tempered by the flame, much like the sword that wasstrapped to his side.

Queen Concordia? He spoke when the queen continued staringat the moonscape. Youre letters are ready. They only require yoursignature.

Thank you Amos. The queen said without turning around.Amos stood there waiting for the queen to move away from the

balcony. Concordia always needed a minute to disentangle her self fromwhat she was doing, especially when she was thinking about somethingheavy, like now.

Then with an almost ethereal sigh, as if she loathed leaving thefairy world she was in, the queen turned to face her general and longtime friend.

So they are done then? She asked more of herself than Amos.Amos nodded sharply anyway.Concordia sighed again but held out her hand. Give them here.

She spoke in a soft voice that no one could ignore. Swiftly Amos reacheda hand into his jacket and pulled out six near identical letters, each

wrapped in envelopes as white as the world they came from. But theywere incomplete. No royal seal closed them yet.

Concordia took the open letters and skimmed over each quickly.She began to nod absentmindedly as she finished the last letter.

This is the one for Earth. She said holding up one of the lettersso she would not loose it in the crowd again. And this one for Saturn.She said vaguely, more to herself than Amos.


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Without prompting, Amos took the letters and wrote, To His RoyalHighness the Crown Prince of Earth, on one and, To His RoyalHighness the Crown Prince of Saturn, on the other in elegant, curlingletters on the front of each using a nearby quill.

Concordia smiled gratefully. Thank you Amos. She said taking

the letters back and inspecting the cursive address. Your handwritinghas always been more impressive than mine. She observed.Thats because I practice your majesty. Amos said an impossible

smile on his face. He had actually teased her!Concordia laughed, a sound like silver music. Yes, I remember

while the rest of us were off playing games in the garden you weredoing your schoolwork. No offense Amos but I still prefer play topenmanship.

But then she looked at the letters in her hands and her facedsobered instantly. But this is not a game for children, even though theyare the main players.

Concordia fell back into her thoughts once again, thinking throughthe possible consequences of her actions. She remained silent for solong that Amos fidgeted slightly.

Your majesty, he said, then paused, Concordia, you dont haveto do this. You know what everyone will think if you bring all fourprincess here as part of Settas court.

Concordia sighed in aggravation. Yes, I know Amos. It could beseen as an attempt to influence almost all of the planets in the system.That is why I have made it very clear that these are invitations only. Ifthey do not want to come then I do not want them here. Concordia saidfirmly.

But I hope they do want to come. Concordia went on in a softervoice. We have all suffered from generations of fighting. The Great Warhad shattered whatever trust we had in each other. I pray that this willhelp the girls learn to be friends.

Amos raised a skeptical eyebrow at Concordia as if he thoughtthat would make her see how impossible that desire was.

Concordia only turned back to the balcony view. None of us areas different as we like to think Amos. And, if God wishes it, then thisventure is more than possible.It is a difficult life He has laid before them, colored more by duty and

responsibility for others than love and peace for themselves. I hope that

friendship will help to ease their burdens; that it will remind them thatthey are not alone as they will sometimes feel.

Amos was silent. He wasnt sure there was anything he could sayto that. From almost anyone else, Amos would have laughed at such areference to the Almighty. While the Great War had ended in his lifetimehe had still seen more friends fall then not. His closest friend, Astron,Concordias late husband, had been killed after the war was technically


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over. Needless to say, Amos had his scars, and now he had morecynicism in him then most people would expect from a moon man.

But when Concordia talked of her God, well, even a cynic likeAmos couldnt laugh. Her faith was nothing short of profound,extraordinary in its strength, even after suffering much of the same

losses that Amos had. The moon people in general were known for theirwandering minds, even to the point of breaking their fragile hold onsanity, but Concordia was as sound of mind as a Saturn scientist.

Like the crystal shields, there had always been rumorssurrounding the Lunae royal family, not the least being their supposedconnection with the divine God, but it wasnt until he had met Concordiathat Amos had been convinced that there was more to those rumorsthen talk.

Unaware of her friends thoughts, Concordia continued to staretowards the horizon, her mind wandering where it would.

Still as one of her advisors, it was Amoss duty to be honest with

his queen and to remind her of even the direst outcomes of her actions.And if God does not grace these letters with success? If this doeslead to another war? Amos asked grimly. The thought of another longand gruesome war like the Great War made him cold inside, but it was avery real possibility if any of the other kings or queens felt threatenedby Concordias invitations to their children. As the High Queen of theStar Court, it was well within Concordias rights to invite the differentroyal children, but that wouldnt save her if the whole universe went towar again.

Concordias mouth grew thin and her face haunted as sheremembered the war that had spanned not just kingdoms but planets;

had lasted not one lifetime, but three generations. Three life spans ofblood and pain and ruthless, useless, hate. More then anything the silverqueen prayed never to see so much wasted life ever again and to spareher daughter from such a sight.

Then we must at least try and teach them what our great-grandparents forgot. That the people must come before petty grudgesand even the not so petty ones. And that grace is even more importantthan fairness.

Amos stopped arguing.The letters went out the next morning, sealed in pearly wax and

signed in the slightly skewed handwriting of the High Queen of the Star

Court, Queen Concordia Lunae of the Moon.


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Mercury ~ The Messenger World

Mercury is the second planet from the Earth. It is named after the

messenger god Mercury of old, who was also known as Hermes.Professor Lichurus intoned the following day. After briefly going over thestory of Selene and Endymion that Adrian had forgotten to read thenight before the professor had quickly moved on to the next planet. Themoons influence apparently did not affect him much.

A large yawn pried open Adrians mouth. His hand flew to hide it,but too late, Lichurus saw him. His glare was impressive, but Adrianfound he was too tired to really care about his irate teacher today. Hehad been to busy trying to ride sea turtles again to bother going to bedon time. It was well past late when he finally did crawl beneath hiscovers, wiped out from numerous accounts of trying to lasso turtles.

Now it was nearly noon and he still wasnt properly awake.A sudden clatter of hooves on flagstones brought all four heads up

and around to the rooms only window. Despite his weariness Adrianwanted to jump up and run to the window to see what was happening inthe courtyard below. He slid a questioning look to Bastian and Moria tosee if they knew what was going on but no, they were both clueless aswell.

Lichurus was the only one who was annoyed by the clanginginterruption. He gave an almost offended sigh, as if someone hadplanned this clamor just to smite her. Moria, if you will please close thewindow that we may continue with out lesson? As for you two, Lichurus

said spearing the two princes with an almost scathing look, perhapsnow would be a good time to practice your concentration hmm?Sebastian if you will kindly read the top of page thirty-four concerningMercurys orbit?

Yes sir. Bastian said with only one furtive glance at theshuttered window. He stood up, book in hand, but before he could beginreading an officious sounding knock came at the schoolroom door. Thegaunt professor sighed again, clearly irritated, but then he quicklycomposed himself and went to answer the door.

A young man wearing the undecorated uniform of a low rankingsolider stood in the door. He looked to be only a few years older than

thirteen year old Bastian. Adrian guessed that he hadnt taken part inany actual fighting and that he served as more of a runner doing gopherwork here at the palace rather then a fighter.

The young man saluted sharply and held out a small card to theglaring professor. Sir, her majesty the queen would like to speak withyou presently. Shes waiting for you in her study.

A subtle change came over Lichurus when he took the queenssummons from the runner. His surly demeanor faded away and was


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Bastian gave his brother a look that clearly wondered if he hadbeen listening at all. It means somethings happened in the eastobviously.

Adrians pride smarted at the harsh words. Angrily he sniped back,Dont bite my head off just because you dont know what King Triens

telling Mother. Then he stiffly turned his back to Bastian and sat backdown. A few angry tears flowed down his face and he quickly wipedthem on his sleeve. He was notstupid, no matter what anyone elsethought.

Behind Adrians back Moria gave Bastian a look that clearly said,Youve done it now. Go apologize or Im telling Mother. Moria had veryexpressive eyes. Her brothers knew that better than anyone else.

With a great sigh, Bastian trudged forward. Honestly, how did heget himself into these situations? With so many words at the tonguesdisposal one would think that it would always say the right thing, but no.It never worked that way for Bastian anyway. And then thinking about

what to say was always so hard.Look Adrian, I didnt mean it that way. Bastian beganawkwardly, putting a hand on his brothers shoulder. Adrian pulled awaytestily.

Bastian looked at Moria. Do I really have to do this? He mouthedat her. Her resolute glare said he did.

What I mean to say, Bastian hesitated, rubbing at the back ofhis head. Well, Im sorry. He said rather quickly.

Adrian snuck a look at Bastian but didnt turn his head.Bastian, sensing Adrians weakening anger, drug his chair over

and sat down across from Adrian. Whatcha drawing? He asked looking

at the paper Adrian was doodling on. Are those mermaids? He askedwith a sly smile to show he was kidding.

Theyre not mermaids! Adrian exclaimed anyway. Theyre seaturtles.

Dont listen to him Adrian. Moria spoke up from behind Adriansshoulder. Theyre really good. I like that one. It looks like its looking atme, even when I move. She laughed stepping to the side to see theturtles eyes follow her.

I like this one. Bastian said pointing at a particularly ornerylooking turtle. You need to draw a warning sign next to him that says,Beware of Turtle. The children laughed.

This ones my favorite. Moria said pointing to a mother turtleand her baby swimming in the upper corner of the page. They look sosweet.

Adrian snorted. Yeah, until you get to close. She nearly bit mytoes off yesterday.

Bastian laughed. Moria gave Adrian a wide eyed look. Are youokay? She asked worriedly. You have to be careful around motherslike that. Theyll hurt you if they think youre going to get their babies.


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I wished you told me that before. Adrian said looking at thegraphite turtle on his paper. I wouldnt have tried to pet them if I hadknown that. She put a hole in my favorite exploring pants. And look whatshe did to my leg! He said, sounding a trifle more upset about thepants then his leg.

Bastian and Moria leaned close as Adrian pulled up his pant leg. Along red tear in his skin stretched form knee to ankle. Moria winced insympathy, but Bastian grinned. I bet you get a scar from that, just likea real war hero. Bastian exclaimed. Bastian was the fighter of thefamily. Sometimes Adrian thought that his brother was in love with thethrill of the fight, and of course the glory that usually came with victory.

Adrian just rolled his eyes at the starry eyed look on Bastiansface. A war against sea turtles? They dont fight.

Then howd you get that scratch? Bastian asked pointedly.Adrian frowned. Yeah, but you heard Moria. If I hadnt tried to

touch them she wouldnt have bit me. I shouldve thought about it first.

It was my fault.You didnt make her bite you. Bastian retorted with an eye rollthat showed just how stubborn his brother was being. He never listenedto reason but insisted on thinking through on his own terms. Really,what was the point of having scholars and advisors to help you come toa decision if you only trusted your own logic in the end? Bastian thoughtAdrian needed to listen to others more and to his mind less.

Adrian opened his mouth to argue more when he was abruptly cutoff.

Both of you stop it! Moria cut into the fray, her blue eyesflashing dangerously. Really, how can two people who are so similar in

everything from parents to looks be so different? I swear youreinfuriatingly opposite at times. Why cant you just get along and agreewith each other for once?

Because hes wrong. Both boys said at once, much to theirmutual displeasure.

Moria stamped her foot dangerously. Well cant you just try andunderstand each other even if you dont agree?

They never got a chance to find out. Before either brother couldanswer, Lichurus sternly burst through the door in the slightly creepymanner of butlers in ghost stories.

All three children leapt three feet in the air and quickly found their

proper seats.Professor Lichurus eyed them suspiciously. Did you read the

chapter I assigned you? He asked in a voice that promised doom if hedid not received the right answer.

O-of course professor. Moria stammered. Adrian thought thatthis technically was not a lie as Moria probably had read the chapterbefore.


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The professor eyed them again, like a bird considering three juicyworms and wondering which one to eat first.

Adrian! Lichurus barked.The first worm gulped unpleasantly.Among what constellation will you find the planet Mercury in the

night sky? Lichurus asked with what Adrian thought was a smug smileon his thin face. He didnt think Adrian could answer.Adrian wasnt so sure he was wrong, but he was mad anyway. Ill

show him. The young prince thought. Now come on Adrian think!! Youactually know what this planet looks like. Its the messenger, alwaysfollowing the evening star Evangeline with letters from guys who loverher; the second one to the right flying straight on till morning. Now whatother stars were around him?

Adrians eyes roved the classroom as he tried to picture theevening sky he had seen the day before at the shore, but he couldremember nothing but pink-blue sky around the bright planet.

Adrian swallowed hard. There arent any, sir? Adrian guessed,his mouth suddenly turning dry.Lichurus gave him that bid eyed stare as if he sensed the princes

doubt. Lichurus hated guessing; he said it was too messy. Very good.Lichurus admitted somewhat cautiously. Still, Adrian heard the pleasantsurprise in his teachers voice. He had the right answer for once.

Now Bastian, Lichurus turned to his next unsuspecting victim,can you tell me what constellations are associated with Mercury?

Bastian hesitated. Well, eh, sir, I dont know their exact namesbut um, the twins Castor and...Pieces? No wait, those are fish Bastianstuttered and Adrian began to fervently hope for Bastians sake that the

right answer would come to him as well. They may fight often, but theywere still brothers. Adrian would never wish ill on Bastian, no matterwhat mean things he said.

~

The flashing blue of the ever present water reflected off the glassysurface of Mercurys crystal shield, making it dance and twist like bluefire. Maren Sedora Mecurii of Mercury watched the play of light on thecrystal shield with eyes that were filled with the color and intelligence ofthe sea, a fallback to an ancient civilization as blue as Mercury now

looked.However unlike Queen Concordia who often watched the crystal

shields from her balcony on the Moon, Marens mind did not wander. Hergaze was sharp and bright as she watched the blue lights of fancy aboveher. Words filled her mind with their quiet intensity. Even unspoken,Maren found that words had a power that was just as strong as thesword when they were used properly.


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Unfortunately, Maren rarely saw them used properly. Mercury wasknown as the birthplace of words and thought, a most auspicious title;however it was also the birthplace of thievery and cunning. Words wereas great a weapon as they were a tool on the second planet andnowhere displayed this fact as well as the royal court where Maren lived.

Tongues were sharp here and usually filled with subtle meanings andnuances that only the sharpest of minds could perceive and counter.Maren closed her eyes as the ocean air cooled her face. I suppose

it is unfair to say that they are all backhanded. She murmured toherself. In fact when she thought on it, Maren decided that most of thelords and ladies of her fathers court were quite decent, living withrespect and honor for themselves as well as others.

It was just that they treated words like toys, as if everything was agame. How can they use something that can cause such great harm solightly? Maren asked the empty air. It was a question that had botheredher more often then ever before.

Usually she was not so fixated on how the court played theirgames, but today Maren had been with her brother Avis and three of hisfriends. Personally Maren didnt care for Illia and Amatina. She couldntreally understand why Avis continued to hang around them. WhenMaren had asked about it he had said that he liked their conversationdespite their rude use of words. Maren thought that Amatinas goldenlooks did more to attract Avis and Illia then her conversation.

That afternoon they had been especially crude.Look at that one. Illia had said pointing at Lady Constantina who

lived west of the floating palace where court was held. She still thinksshes in the flower of youth with that dress.

Amatina sniffed and fluttered her feathery fan in what she thoughtwas a superior way. I despise women who try to cling to years gone by.One should age gracefully. She said with a dainty extension of herhand, little finger quirked upward.

Maren somehow managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Asit was she looked up, pretending she wasnt picturing Amatina ten yearsfrom now trying even harder then Lady Constantina to maintain herprecious looks.

Oh look at that one, Illia said pointing at a servant girl not evenbothering to keep his voice down. The girl looked up obviouslywondering what that one was. She blushed and looked away when she

realized it was her that Illia found so interesting.Much to Marens surprise Avis blushed as well. His face was not as

bright as the girls but Maren still noticed even if the others didnt. Yes,shes very pretty. Avis said quietly enough that the girl wouldnt overhear them.

Illia did not follow his example. Pretty? He exclaimed so loudthat Maren thought most of the people in the room must have heard


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him. Are you blind Avis? Look at her! Shes a scarecrow with a dried upold turnip for a head.

And straw for hair. Amatina twittered meanly behind her fan, notthat it hid her voice.

There was a loud crash as the girl dropped the tray she had been

carrying and ran from the room.Avis, Gavin, and Maren turned to Illia and Amatina, expectingsome show of remorse.

They were disappointed.Oh my, Amatina laughed openly. Weve hurt the scarecrows

feelings Illia. Whatever shall we do? She mocked.We shall have to apologize before she sicks her crows on us

Ama.The two dissolved into a storm of mean laughter.Maren couldnt stand it anymore. Without a word to anyone she

turned and fled the room, only slightly slower then the servant girl had.

The princess made her way to the nearest balcony. She stood there,thinking, as she watched the Sea of Mercury dance, its partner the lightthat played along the crystal shield.

At first her thoughts were consumed with, Mean people! Cruelyouths! I know they were taught better so why didnt they learn? Thenguilt crept over her and she became more sober as she wondered whyshe hadnt had the courage to follow her own teachings and tell Illia andAmatina exactly what she thought of them. But gradually the sight ofthe sea and the light dancing wore down the jagged edges of herthoughts. Soon her mind turned from Amatina and Illias cruelty and herown weakness to the double bladed nature of words in general.

But eventually Maren was pulled out of her reflections by the softopening and closing of the door.

I thought Id find you here princess. Gavin said as heapproached the railing next to Maren. When he was only a foot or soaway he bowed as was required when one of lower station came into thepresence of the royal family.

Maren returned the formality with a small dip of her head. For amoment they watched the world in silence, caught up in their ownthoughts.

Avis set them straight you know. Gavin said after a while. He istoo kind hearted to let cruelty drift by without justice.

Maren nodded, feeling more chided by Gavins words thencomforted. Because to be honest she had fled because she had thoughtthat Avis was too caught up in his friends to do what was right and sheknew that she was too bound up in fear to do the same.

He said that Illias idea of apologizing was a wonderful idea.Gavin said as if he did not notice Marens dejected pose. They tried towiggle out of it of course but Avis was insistent. I would not be surprisedif you told me your great-great-grandfather was a wordsmith. Gavin


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said turning to lean his back against the railing, staring at theshimmering front of the palace rather than the ocean.

Avis should be more careful with his words. Maren said thinkingjust how well Illia and Amatina took criticism. She was afraid that oneday the two would decide they were tired of listening to Avis. Between

the two of them and their families influence, Maren knew they couldseriously hurt her brother, prince or not.Gavin gave a small laugh. More like he should be more careful

choosing his friends. Illia and Amatina may be petty but if they put theirminds to it they can inflame even the slightest of burns.

Maren nodded glad that Gavin understood their potential danger.Unlike fair-weather Illia and Amatina, Gavin was Aviss true friend andhad been since they were small boys. He was quieter than Avis (thoughnot as quiet as Maren) but when he spoke his words were sheer andpointed, though what they pointed at was sometimes left to the listenerto discover. As for looks he was widely considered very handsome. Half

of the girls at the palace were in love with him Maren was sure. Gavinwas courteous to them of course, but he didnt encourage them in theslightest. Avis said it was because Gavin was sweet on Maren herself.

The princess blushed just thinking about it.Maren slanted a look at Gavin from under dark hair. She supposed

that, possibly, maybe, he could be considered handsome with his leanfigure and dark hair. Maren had heard girls go on and on about Gavinshair although the sun almighty only knew why. She had heard girlsgiggle over his white smiles, fawn over his powerful shoulders and goabsolutely gaga whenever Gavin spoke to in, and Maren quoted from aparticularly love struck blonde who always seemed to know where Gavin

was and what he was supposed to be doing, such a voice that madeher go all weak in the knees and gave her such an intense look thatstole her breath right out of her chest.

A bundle of more clichd twaddle Maren had never before heard inher life. She had heard better descriptions of teenage love in the dimestore romance books she always caught her maid Amelia reading. (Notthat Maren knew what those sounding like. I mean of course she didknow but not because she had read them herself. Amelia just liked totalk about them is all. Really. Princesses shouldnt read thatkind ofliterature.)

But perhaps Tawny (the clich spouting blonde) had a point about

Gavins eyes Maren admitted to herself. His eyes were deep and clearand more intense then the sun at midday. More then once Maren hadbeen caught off guard by those crystal colored eyes. It was true thatthose encounters always left her breathless, but not because he stoleher breath away; he sold her words. After much thought Maren foundshe could only explain that it was like Gavin could read her mind,knowing her thoughts before she could speak them and stealing themaway in the process.


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That was impossible of course, Maren knew, but still, thats what itfelt like.

So, Gavin said after a long period of thoughtful silence. Whathave you been thinking of today? What is it that has been consumingyour consciousness? Dont try to deny it now. Ive know you since you

were three years old. I know that look when something especially heavyis weighing on your mind and I know it well. Whats wrong Maren? Heasked leveling his clear blue eyes on Maren.

Maren gripped the balcony railing tighter as if she was afraid shewas about to fall off. Its nothing really, she tried to say as she staredout at the silver ocean before her, Mother is just asking me to overseeAviss birthday celebration is all.

You mean Avis and your birthday right? Gavin asked turning toface her.

Maren swallowed past the roughness in her throat. She shook herhead. No, she says that since this is our, she swallowed again, Aviss

sixteenth birthday and Father will be officially naming him his heir that itwill be all about Avis. She said that I may have my own celebration if Ilike. She said trying to sound happy about it.

Gavin snorted. Thats poor compensation.Maren silently agreed. But there was still apart of her (the overly

rational part I will admit) that supported her mothers, Queen Avons,train of thought. Avis was oldest and therefore heir to the Mercurythrone. It was only natural that he be treated differently then hisyounger sister.

As logical as this seemed to Maren she still wanted to cry.Gavin sighed next to her. Dont worry Maren, its going to be

alright. You know shes not trying to slight you. Shes just being toopolitically correct again.

I know. Maren said softly. A tear escaped own her red cheek ofits own accord.

Gavin swallowed his second sigh. He knew that words alonewouldnt convince Maren that she had worth in her mothers eyes, buttry as he might he couldnt think of what he should do; a very Mercurialdilemma.

Im afraid youre losing yourself Maren. Gavin finally said. Itseems that lately all youve been doing is shadowing your brother andmother. You reaffirm what they say but you dont add anything of your

own. You obey their advice rather then just listen to it. Sometimes Iwonder 'what does Maren think and believe? Because I cant tell just bylistening to her.

Maren was shocked by-no, she was swept away by Gavins words.She wanted to deny them, tell him he was wrong and laugh, but hiswords sunk into her brain and she realized they were true.

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Maren read over Concordias greetings quick enough. The queenswords were somewhat flowery; ornate as if they had been gilded insilver. Reflective of the Moon Concordia lived in.

The princesss eyes went wide when she came to the point of theletter. It was little wonder her mother was so flustered.

Unable to speak Maren handed the letter to her father.It is outrageous! Avon exclaimed, seeing Maren now understoodthe situation.

Diomins dark eyebrows drew together as he scanned hisdaughters letter. I believe you may be reading too much into this dear.Concordia is a very open woman, not given to threats or even desirousof controlling those around her.

Neither was Hera until her Iapetus was killed and she blamed us.Avon argued.

The twins shared a look between them. Of course they had beentaught of the Great War of how Queen Hera of Saturn (then the High

Queen of the planets) had attacked her neighbors of the Moon, Mercury,Venus, and Mars after her husband King Iapetus was assassinated however the war did not haunt the children as it did their parents whohad been born into those last frightful decades of warring. They couldnot identify with the sorrowful look in their parents eyes whenever thewar was mentioned. Instead it created an awkwardness in the princeand princess when they were reminded of the horrors their mother andfather had witnessed. For how could they be expected to keep thosehorrors from happening again when they hadnt even been born yet?

But it is only an invitation Mother. Where is there harm inagreeing to attend Princess Settas birthday celebration? Avis asked

unaware of the remaining offer.Because Concordia also asks that Mar- Diomin started.She wants Maren to stay with her! Avon shouted, cutting off her

husband. Our Maren! And for a whole year! What sensible reason doesshe have for keeping our oldest daughter with her for a year? If this isnot a plot to keep the other royal houses under her thumb I do not knowwhat is. Avon exclaimed passionately.

Then I doubt your ability to see things as they are my dear.Diomin told his wife, but he was smiling as he spoke to show he wasonly playing. You will find that the people of Mercury often smile likethat when they speak.

Despite her agitation a faint smile pulled at Avons thin lips. It willbe your loss my darling. I am your eyes and ears around here.

Diomin smiled and kissed his wifes hand. How could I forget?He said with a slight laugh. Now please dear sit. Im sure the situationis not as dire as you fear. The Moon has long been our ally. He said.

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right Im sure, but how can I not worry? I rely so much on my Maren.What will I do if she is gone?

Maren kept her head bowed, watching her hands in her lap, so shedidnt catch the grateful look her mother gave her.

Avon frowned, wondering why it was that her daughter never met

her eyes.No one spoke for a moment so long that stretched to fill the room,an unheard of occurrence on Mercury, which only made the silence thatmuch more awkward.

Finally the king cleared his throat, tired of silence. Well then mydear, how shall we answer Concordia? Settas birthday is not long beforeyours Avis and Maren.

The queen rallied herself, once again getting to her feet. Wemust decline of course. Avon said as if that was the only replyavailable. Maren needs to stay here. We cannot spare her for a year.There is still so much she needs to learn if she is going to support Avis

once he is king.The twins both visibly drooped although their parents didnt see.Neither was comfortable placing one in front of the other. They were soused to being thought of as equal, even the same at times, that it wastroubling to think that one was better then the other just because hehad been born first.

Yes but I dont think it would be wise to refuse her entire offer.Concordia is a kind woman and Setta is a good girl. It would not bedecent to repay those qualities with harsh refusals. I believe it would bea good idea to attend Settas birthday. The king said to his wife.

I think, Avis interrupted loudly immediately catching his parents

attention, that we should find out what Maren thinks.Marens head snapped up, aghast. Every eye was pinned on her in

a look of embarrassed shock as if they had quiet forgotten she was thereor she was too ignorant to be worth remembering as if they were reallytalking about a cat or a dog rather then a person.

Even her mother was silent as they waited for the princess tospeak.

Maren opened her mouth but quickly realized she didnt knowwhat to say. Flustered she snapped her mouth shut and looked away, amortified blush rising on to her face.

Well Maren, what do you think you should do? Her father asked

gently.Maren thought, wishing very hard that there was a clear right or

wrong answer to her fathers question. She looked up cautiously to findher mother watching her intently; not angrily as if Marens input upsether but intently. She was waiting to hear what Maren had to say.

To her right Avis was smiling at his sister encouragingly.Somewhat emboldened by their waiting stares, Maren

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Queen Concordia has long been our friend and the people of theMoon even longer. I feel safe in their company and find no issue livingwith them for any length of time. Indeed I believe that despite theinfluence her planet has had on her mind, Concordia is honest andtrustworthy. If she asks me to stay with her then I believe she has good

reason for it. Her parents and brother watched her another moment,processing her words. Maren was beginning to feel distinctlyuncomfortable when her father smiled and turned to her mother.

Well there we have it my dear. Maren wishes to acceptConcordias invitation.

Her mother nodded slowly, thinking through the possibleconsequences of Marens decision. Finally she nodded. Very well then,so she shall.

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Do you really have to go Maren? The Flight is next week. Youregoing to miss it! Marens youngest sister, Hermia, whined, pulling onMarens blue sleeve.

Maren smiled at the child. I know Hermia, but Ive already toldConcordia that Im coming. I cant change my mind now. Shesexpecting me tonight for Princess Settas birthday celebration. It wouldbe very rude of me to not come when I told her I would.

Hermia pouted. But Ill miss you. She said, her lower liptrembling dangerously. Youll be gone for a wholeyear!

Ah dont be sad Hermia. Avis suddenly said from where he hadbeen directing the servants to take Marens bags to the messengers that

traveled between the planets. They would be going ahead of Maren tomake sure everything was in order before their princess followed.Maren will be back before you know it. Besides, shell be back for yourown birthday. Have you and Helena agreed on where to have your partyyet? He asked, bending down to be on his youngest sisters eye level.

Hermia sighed. No. She still wants to have a dance but I thinkthats boring. Were always dancing Avis. I want to do something fun,like flying! She cried, bright sparks coming into her blue eyes.

Avis and Maren smiled despite themselves. Hermia adored theidea of flight. She was so excited to start her lessons after her seventhbirthday so she could learn to fly.

Well maybe you can ask that for a present instead. Avis said.You know Helena doesnt like heights as much as you do. Maybe youboth would like to go sailing instead? The dolphins will be coming backfrom the north in a few weeks. We could go swim with them for yourbirthday. He offered.

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though. And the dolphins tickle you with their noses when you feedthem fish! She cried excitedly.

Avis laughed. Yes that they do. They can be greedy little things.The last servant left, Marens trunk in hand, closing the door

behind him. The siblings fell silent for a moment. Avis looked up at his

twin, a strange anxiety in his eyes. It wouldnt be long now before hisclosest friend would be gone.Hey Avis, Hermia spoke up again. Whats it like flying on your

own?Avis sat down on the floor next to the little girl. Well, he started

thoughtfully, its...difficult to put into words. He said with a helplesslook at Maren.

Maren suppressed her smile. At least someone didnt mind askingfor her help.

She put down the blanket she had been nervously fiddling withand came to sit down beside her brother and sister. Flying is the best

feeling you will ever feel in your life. She told her sister in a knowingvoice.Hermia rolled her eyes cutely. Well I know that. She said.Avis chuckled at the six year old. Yes, but flying by yourself is

even better than that. He told her. Its like youre the only one in theworld up that high with only the wind singing in your ears and thefluttering of your sandals for company. You get so lost in the dance thatfor a time you forget your troubles, your dreams, you even forget whoyou are if you stay up there too long, until all you know is the flow of onestep into the other. Avis said wistfully, his eyes glossy and the feel ofthe flight in his chest.

Its glorious. Maren added a faraway look in her eyes akin to herbrothers. Like waking up and realizing its Christmas morning. You getthat feeling in your stomach, like its full of feathers, and your heartstarts to beat like mad and no matter what you do you cant sit still.She said.

Hermia nodded. She knew that feeling well. My heart does thatwhen Im scared. She said, somewhat confused.

Maren and Avis smiled at the little girl. Well it is a long way downafter all. Maren said not sure that the six year old child wouldunderstand what happened to a body when there was no atmospherearound it to keep it together.

Are you scared Ren? Hermia asked after another moment whereall her older siblings did was stare in wistful remembrance out thewindow.

Maren shook herself lightly. A little yes. Ive never flown so farwithout help before. But Father seems to think Im ready for this. Shesaid. Avis caught the doubt lying under her polite manner.

But Hermia smiled easily. Dont worry Ren. If Daddy thinks youcan do it then Im sure you can. Hes smart like that. Hermia said with


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complete and total confidence in her fathers judgment. She was onlyseven and still didnt know that her parents could be wrong.

Maren wasnt about to tell her either. She would learn that lessonthe hard way soon enough. Besides it was not her place or desire tousher the little girl out of her childhood so soon.

The three were quiet for handful of moments. Outside Marensdoor the bustle of the palace flowed on. Besides the royal family and thecourt numerous servants inhabited the floating palace. With all thepeople cleaning, serving, cooking, helping the lords and ladies, andmaintaining the special base that buoyed up the palace and kept itafloat on the beautiful yet dangerous sea of quicksilver, the palace wasnever truly quiet. Maren began to wonder, after being perpetuallysurrounded by people laughing, shouting, speaking what the truesilence of space would be like. Would it be peaceful or just...nothing?

Avis reached over and took his sisters hand, startling her out ofher thoughts. He smiled at her, but she knew him to well to miss the

anxiety staining the edge of his easy grin. Youre going to be fine. Hereassured her gently. I know you can do this. But if you change yourmind, for whatever reason, you can always come home. Well always beglad to have you back Ren. He said, squeezing her hand gently.

Suddenly Maren felt like crying. Her throat constricted rebelliously,fighting her stern self control. She swallowed hard to clear the rebellion.I know Avis.

Hermia reached over and wrapped her small arms around Marensmiddle. Yes, yes Ren. You can always come home. We love you! Shecried readily.

Avis smiled again, a little truer now. Yes we do. He said. Then he

leaned over and covered both his sisters in a hug.A knock rapped out smartly on the door, nearly making the three

jump at its suddenness. Maren quickly wiped her eyes before Avis calledout, Enter.

A man dressed in the ever changing blue of the Mercurial courtthat marked him as a palace messenger stood in the open doorway.Everything is ready for your departure Princess. You may leave at yourleisure. He said curtly.

Maren nodded, dismissing him. After he left she let go of a greatsigh, pressing an anxious hand flat to her stomach. She knew very wellthat nothing she did here was at her leisure. There were always people

waiting on her. She took a last long look at her room with its blue wallsand silver-gold furnishings. Light reflected off the water outside andstreamed in through her windows to play across the far wall, making theblue paper appear to move and flow like water. Sometimes, late at nightwhen the sounds of the palace wouldnt let her sleep, Maren watchedher running walls and felt the softness of the bed beneath her anddreamed she was drifting out to sea. Before she knew it she would be


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asleep and dreaming of that comforting rock of the ocean as swellspassed under her back.

Maren sighed and wondered if she would be able to sleep sosoundly on the Moon. With one last comforting grasp of her brothershand and one more hug from Hermia, Maren got to her feet and

composed herself before following the messenger out the door. Avis andHermia followed her.The balcony that served as both a take off area and a landing pad

was the largest open space on the palace. The floor was smooth andclear to make flight possible. Like everything else in the floating palace,the water constantly danced across the metallic surface of the balcony,marking it with the ever changing patterns of the messenger world.

The first time she had ever seen the flight deck, Maren had beeastounded by its size. To the six year old eyes it had seemed big enoughto hold the occupants of an entire wing of the castle no, the entirecourt! Of course as she had grown Maren had grown out of such notions

as well. Her fathers court was monstrous, filling the palace to the brimwith noble lords and ladies clothed in fine dress and manner.So when Maren stepped on to the large balcony and saw that it

was filled with all of the palaces glittering guests she stopped with asudden gasp of surprise.

What are they all doing here? She murmured to herself.Avis heard her anyway. To see you off of course. He said with a

sweep of his hand that took in all the lords and ladies. They were alldressed in shades of blue, the kings color, and with the way theymoved, hither and thither, made Maren think of a river, always flowingbut still too comfortable in its bed to try and leave its confines.

A flashing light reflected off of the waters surface, catchingMarens attention and making her wince in the same instant. Marenblinked sharply to clear her vision. The flashing light was from herfathers ring she saw. He had seen her standing in the shadows and waswaving her over.

Maren hesitated, but Hermia suddenly raced towards her twin,Helena, who was standing with their mother near the middle of thebalcony, knocking her older sister into the open.

Maren felt every eye pin to her skin. She suddenly felt vulnerableand bare dressed in her traveling clothes, so rude compared to theladies fine gowns. Maren longed for her usual dress the fine, heavy

satins and the thick layers of white underskirts that kept even her anklesfrom sight instead of the warmly made pants and the thick, soft, long-sleeved shirt that would help keep the chill of space from touching her.Of course her winged sandals were on her feet. The feathers flappedsleepily as the sun hit them, waking them from their magic rest. Like therest of the court, the princess was dressed in various shades of blue,from the pale blue of the robins new egg to the deep, piercing blue ofthe farthest fathoms of the sea, with every other shade of sky, sea, and


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emotion in between. Marens unspoken message was clear as shestepped into the sunlight; she served her father, no matter where, orwith whom, she stayed.

The king smiled at his eldest daughter and held out his arms in agrand gesture. Our most precious daughter, he boomed radiantly,

gathering the crowds attention immediately. How honored and proudwe are that you have chosen to represent us at the highest of grounds,the Star Court. All our prayers accompany you on this long journey.Know that every night we will ask our great God and his Sun to watchover you and protect you from harm. Also know that our love, he saidtaking his wifes hand as he spoke, will be with you no matter how faryou must roam. Never doubt our words. He told her.

Maren bowed, having no skirt to curtsy with. I will never forgetyour words Father. And even when I am alone I will keep them with meand will be comforted by your prayers and your love. She said loudenough for their audience to hear.

A warm hand appeared heavily on her back, startling her. But sillMaren remained bent in front of her king, knowing she was not to breakfrom her bow until the king allowed her.

My dear Maren, her fathers voice said, soft and low above heras he dropped his grand gestures and spoke for her ears alone. I canonly guess what words you keep to yourself out of fear of hurting others.If this journey teaches you anything I hope it is courage. Trust yourselfmy dear. You are a good girl with ideas worth hearing.

Maren dared to look up at her father. He was smiling gently at her,giving her more silent encouragement.

Now rise my daughter, He boomed, speaking once more for

their audiences benefit. And accept these last two blessings before youfly. He said a large smile on his face as he gestured to his wife.

Maren, along with everybody else turned her attention to theQueen.

Avon stepped forward with deliberate patience, a long packedwrapped in flashing blue cloth held almost reverently in her hands. Anexpectant thrill ran down Marens back without warning when she saw it.

It is the custom here that a childs first flight at sixteen ushersthem into the realm of adulthood. Queen Avon said in the same stagevoice her husband had introduced her with. However in honor of ourroyal daughters flight to the Moon, the longest flight she has ever

undertaken, we have decided to award her with this. She said beforedramatically whipping away the blue fabric.

Maren gasped in awe with the rest of the crowd. Her mother helda slender Caduceus in her hands, one of the staffs the people of Mercuryused to channel their powerful gifts over words and water that the greatSun had blessed them with. Like Queen Avon had said, children werentgiven a Caduceus of their own until they were sixteen. To be given onebefore that was...a very high honor indeed.


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Maren was so surprised even that at first she wondered who theCaduceus was for. But then she noticed the subtle differences that setthe magic staffs apart from the others the gradation of blues the sameas her clothes that stretched along the staffs slender rod and how thewhite wings at the top of the wand resembled the two outside prongs of

a trident like those her mothers ancestors had used on their homeplanet all those eons ago and she knew it was meant for her handsalone.

Reverently the princess reached out and took her Caduceus formthe queen. The staff fit into her small palm perfectly. The sun gleamedacross its frothy surface and Maren felt power shiver through theCaduceus and into her skin. New words sprang into her mind, words ofgratitude and joy, but they were too heavy for Marens tongue. Shestruggled briefly, trying to tell her parents how much this meant to her,but in the end all she could say was, Thank you.

Her mother and father smiled at her in understanding.

Our faith in you is strong Maren Merucrii. May your words comeeasily and the changing wind be always at your back. Her father saidproudly, giving her a variation of the Mercurian travel blessing. Most ofhis people didnt need a blessing for their words to come easily, Marenthought.

Maren accepted his words gladly. Thank you Father. She saidwith another simple bow.

Having finished their farewells the King and Queen turned andmade their way to the edge of the balcony. The rest of the courtfollowed their example, giving Maren room to take off.

Avis made sure to pass close to her as he went to stand next to

their parents. Good luck Ren. He whispered.Hermia wasnt as mindful of the traditions as her older siblings

were. She ran up behind Maren and tackled her lags, nearly sendingMaren flying without her Caduceuss help. Ill miss you Ren. The littlegirl nearly cried. Make sure to send lots of letters! She told her.

Maren smiled sweetly at her little sister. Alright. She agreed.She gave Hermia a quick hug before gently disentangling the child fromher legs. Glumly Hermia went to stand next to her brother.

Maren stood an scanned the crowd surrounding her, giving them alast look like she had given her room, to remember and imprint theirformal comfort into her mind. She saw Gavin standing off to her left. She

caught his eye and nodded a silent goodbye. Amatina and Illia stood offto his side farther back in the ring of people. They did not look up whenshe saw them but instead continued muttering darkly as they shot sourglances at the Caduceus in Marens right hand. Maren ignored them asthey ignored her and instead finished looking round at her spectators.For once they people were still and quiet. They were waiting on her now.

With a steadying breath, Maren clasped her Caduceus in front ofher with both hands. Its power felt different smoother, quieter, sleeker


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than her fathers more direct, rushing Caduceus (the only one she hadflown with before). She felt however that this one suited her better thanher fathers.

The wet air began to move around her as she closed her eyes toconcentrate. It took her a moment to adjust to the high power her staff

was putting off, but still the crowd waiting in quiet anticipation.The feathers on her sandals brushed her ankles as their magicanswered her call. Soon she could hear the busy flittering of the wingsas they warmed up for lift off.

The wind was roaring in her ears now, like a small hurricane. Itpushed against her back, making her trip forward once. She widened herstance and carefully placed her feet for the first form of the dance thatwould take her into the sky.

Then with the power screaming as it sang through her, Marenraised her Caduceus above her head and shouted the words of powerthat began the dance. A burn lingered even after the words had passed

and Maren pulled her Caduceus in a tight circle around her feet as sheturned, tension taking tight hold of her legs. Then with a mighty leap shewas airborne, the rush of wind singing in her ears; music to her flightydance.

The court watched as their princess flew higher and higher abovethem until she had danced beyond the clouds and was lost to sight inthe black pitch of space.

the everlasting king - contest

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