The Everlasting King

By: Bethany Lindell

Moon The Silver Planet Hadrianus Gath Leonitus, better known as Adrian, second son of David and Adessah Leonitus, High King and Queen of all Earth, hated his astronomy lessons with a passion usually reserved for the arch nemesis of bed time fables. But this made much more sense considering that his teacher, Mr. Lichurus a gaunt, grayish man who always looked as if he had just swallowed a bag of equally gray, sour lemons was as close to an arch nemesis as any eight year old can have. There are seven planets outside our own. Mr. Lichurus said as he drew a circle on a large piece of slate and scrawled a messy E next to 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 Lichurus spoke 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 on purpose. A bump to his left elbow made the princling look up from his sadly empty paper. Adrians older brother, crown prince Sebastian Conrad Leonitus 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 he was the younger brother. He would make a very disappointing crown prince. Besides, it was princes that had all the fun anyway. He had heard that in literature class. The moon is the first and closest of the seven planets. Lichurus continued, oblivious to his pupils distress. She is often associated with female deities, such as Selene, Luna, Diana, and Artemis. Those under her influence are wanderers and lunatics unable to keep their bodies and minds in one place. Her influence is seen on Earth in the metal silver which- Adrian was so thoroughly lost that he forgot to keep his voice down when he turned to Bastian and asked, Influence? Unfortunately Lichurus heard the boy. He turned his gaunt face slowly on the youngest prince. Then as if he were made of wood rather then flesh, the sallow skinned man stared at Adrian, not even blinking.

Adrian shrunk into his chair, avidly wishing that he could disappear altogether. Then the professor let out a long sigh, like a train that has just come to a stop. Adrian felt his face flush with embarrassment. People were always giving him that sigh, like they expected better from him and were constantly disappointed by what he said or did or, more often than not, forgot. Miss Moria, Lichurus said turning to Adrians older sister, will you please explain to your young brother what is meant by influence in the present context? Moria nodded, making her thick waves of auburn hair bounce and shimmer like waves. Adrian often heard people say how pretty young Moria Ursula was, but seeing as he was her kid brother and still believed that girls carried some unknown, mysterious, contractible ailment that made them so weird, Adrian never understood others attraction to the only princess. She was just Moria to him; attentive and quiet unless you doused her in water and ruined her hair. Then she chased after you threatening 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. Adrian thought this strange; Moria was so collected in everything else. But still Moria fidgeted under the professors stare. Each planet has a different effect on both human beings and the Earth. They are the cause of some moods, illnesses, and metals. Her voice was soft but did not fail to reach every ear around her. It was exactly the kind of voice befitting 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 most famous deities include Selene, Diana, Artemis, and Phoebe, who was thought to be the twin sister of the sun, Phoebus. They each have their stories, but for tonight I want you to focus on Selene, paying particular attention to her tale with Endymion. Tomorrow I want a brief summary from each of you as well as thoughts on how our ancestors perceived the Earths connection with the moon. Adrian had never heard of that story before, but judging from Bastians aggravated groan and Morias wistful sigh, he had the feeling that 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 fidget uncomfortably, 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 reason that it wasnt him suffering under Lichurus' stare. It was just that Bastian

had been acting so royal lately, like the crown prince was squeezing the boy out of him. Adrian had missed Bastians company at more then one escapade of late, the most recent being a trip to the nearby ocean shore to try and ride one of the great turtles that had come to lay their eggs in the wet sand. It hadnt gone so well. Now if you will turn your lesson books to page ten, we will learn about the moons more physical properties Lichurus said once he had decided Bastian had suffered enough staring. Adrian frowned as he turned to the right page. The old professor made it sound like studying any other properties was a complete waste of time. But with a great sigh Adrian did as he was told. Then he propped his head on his fists and stared at the page without seeing it. A great image of the moon, silver and soft, stared back at him like a loving mothers eye at once chiding him for his lack of attention and forgiving him 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 a different ground, stood a woman who would be remembered as a great queen. She stared up at the same sky Lichurus taught of, but from a different angle, and let her mind wander as it would over the troubled ground around her. She stood on the wide balcony of a palace made of soft, white stone that glimmered and shone like translucent pearl in the faded earthlight. The moonscape was perfectly still before her, spreading out like a vast silver ocean. Here on the dark side of the moon, the only light came from the marble sized Earth and the glow lamps placed throughout the palace. The diffused light made the moons surface even brighter in the dark, as if it gave off a light of its own. The queen let her gaze drift upward to the crystalline shield that surrounded the moon like a mother cradling her child, offering a chance at life. It was this shield, as well as the others that enveloped the five other planets, that made life possible for people living outside Earth. Their making and structure remained a mystery, even to the scholars of old 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 in popular circulation. One said that the shields were remnants of an ancient people who had either died out or abandoned their home for unknown territories. And while it was true that there were several ruins on the moons surface (most on the side closest to the Earth) all were children compared to the crystal shield.

The second school of thought was more religious. It said that God, in His infinite wisdom and glory, had foreseen His peoples future distress and had directed the components of the shield towards the planets where, after a fantastic explosion, the shields had appeared around all nine of the Suns planets and had protected them ever since. The queen thought both ideas too worldly. The crystal bubbles were so perfect, so beautiful, that the queen couldnt imagine them being made by human hands or happy accidents. It was just impossible. So instead of supposing some amazingly coincidental prospect, the queen went right to the source of creation; the God of the universe, one of many names, but one face. As the queen stood pondering a God that was at once a lion and a lamb, the glow lamps flickered once and a man stepped quietly into the open archway. He was tall with light brown hair swept sternly away from his face and eyes that seemed to change color from blue to green, to brown, to a thorough mix of all three depending on the light and sometimes even his own mood. He was dressed in a smartly pressed uniform of blue and silver, the colors of the moon. Numerous medals and wartime decorations hung from the dark jacket, making it look heavy. All together he was an imposing looking officer who appeared as he had been tempered by the flame, much like the sword that was strapped to his side. Queen Concordia? He spoke when the queen continued staring at the moonscape. Youre letters are ready. They only require your signature. 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 from what she was doing, especially when she was thinking about something heavy, like now. Then with an almost ethereal sigh, as if she loathed leaving the fairy world she was in, the queen turned to face her general and long time 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 reached a hand into his jacket and pulled out six near identical letters, each wrapped in envelopes as white as the world they came from. But they were 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 letters so she would not loose it in the crowd again. And this one for Saturn. She said vaguely, more to herself than Amos.

Without prompting, Amos took the letters and wrote, To His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Earth, on one and, To His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Saturn, on the other in elegant, curling letters 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 handwriting has 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 were doing your schoolwork. No offense Amos but I still prefer play to penmanship. But then she looked at the letters in her hands and her faced sobered instantly. But this is not a game for children, even though they are the main players. Concordia fell back into her thoughts once again, thinking through the possible consequences of her actions. She remained silent for so long that Amos fidgeted slightly. Your majesty, he said, then paused, Concordia, you dont have to do this. You know what everyone will think if you bring all four princess here as part of Settas court. Concordia sighed in aggravation. Yes, I know Amos. It could be seen 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. If they do not want to come then I do not want them here. Concordia said firmly. But I hope they do want to come. Concordia went on in a softer voice. We have all suffered from generations of fighting. The Great War had shattered whatever trust we had in each other. I pray that this will help the girls learn to be friends. Amos raised a skeptical eyebrow at Concordia as if he thought that would make her see how impossible that desire was. Concordia only turned back to the balcony view. None of us are as different as we like to think Amos. And, if God wishes it, then this venture 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 that they are not alone as they will sometimes feel. Amos was silent. He wasnt sure there was anything he could say to that. From almost anyone else, Amos would have laughed at such a reference to the Almighty. While the Great War had ended in his lifetime he had still seen more friends fall then not. His closest friend, Astron, Concordias late husband, had been killed after the war was technically

over. Needless to say, Amos had his scars, and now he had more cynicism in him then most people would expect from a moon man. But when Concordia talked of her God, well, even a cynic like Amos 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 their wandering minds, even to the point of breaking their fragile hold on sanity, but Concordia was as sound of mind as a Saturn scientist. Like the crystal shields, there had always been rumors surrounding the Lunae royal family, not the least being their supposed connection with the divine God, but it wasnt until he had met Concordia that Amos had been convinced that there was more to those rumors then talk. Unaware of her friends thoughts, Concordia continued to stare towards 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 does lead to another war? Amos asked grimly. The thought of another long and gruesome war like the Great War made him cold inside, but it was a very real possibility if any of the other kings or queens felt threatened by Concordias invitations to their children. As the High Queen of the Star Court, it was well within Concordias rights to invite the different royal children, but that wouldnt save her if the whole universe went to war again. Concordias mouth grew thin and her face haunted as she remembered the war that had spanned not just kingdoms but planets; had lasted not one lifetime, but three generations. Three life spans of blood and pain and ruthless, useless, hate. More then anything the silver queen prayed never to see so much wasted life ever again and to spare her daughter from such a sight. Then we must at least try and teach them what our greatgrandparents forgot. That the people must come before petty grudges and even the not so petty ones. And that grace is even more important than 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.

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 the story of Selene and Endymion that Adrian had forgotten to read the night before the professor had quickly moved on to the next planet. The moons 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 Adrian found he was too tired to really care about his irate teacher today. He had been to busy trying to ride sea turtles again to bother going to bed on time. It was well past late when he finally did crawl beneath his covers, 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 Adrian wanted to jump up and run to the window to see what was happening in the courtyard below. He slid a questioning look to Bastian and Moria to see if they knew what was going on but no, they were both clueless as well. Lichurus was the only one who was annoyed by the clanging interruption. He gave an almost offended sigh, as if someone had planned this clamor just to smite her. Moria, if you will please close the window that we may continue with out lesson? As for you two, Lichurus said spearing the two princes with an almost scathing look, perhaps now would be a good time to practice your concentration hmm? Sebastian if you will kindly read the top of page thirty-four concerning Mercurys orbit? Yes sir. Bastian said with only one furtive glance at the shuttered window. He stood up, book in hand, but before he could begin reading an officious sounding knock came at the schoolroom door. The gaunt professor sighed again, clearly irritated, but then he quickly composed himself and went to answer the door. A young man wearing the undecorated uniform of a low ranking solider 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 in any actual fighting and that he served as more of a runner doing gopher work here at the palace rather then a fighter. The young man saluted sharply and held out a small card to the glaring professor. Sir, her majesty the queen would like to speak with you presently. Shes waiting for you in her study. A subtle change came over Lichurus when he took the queens summons from the runner. His surly demeanor faded away and was

replaced by the straight backed visage of a loyal servant who had given all his youth and vigor to his lord. Whatever Adrian could have said about his teacher (and he could say quite a bit about the old man) the prince never doubted Lichurus devotion to his king. I will report to her majesty at once. Lichurus said. With another sharp salute, the runner left, his duty done. Lichurus, eager to be off, turned to face the children, who were just as eager for him to go. I will return shortly. While I am gone read the rest of the chapter concerning Mercury. I will question you on it when I return. Then with an eager step, Lichurus left the room, closing the door behind him. At once the siblings leapt from their chairs and rushed to the window. Bastian threw open the shutters as Moria and Adrian yanked away the curtains. All three leaned out the window farther than was considered safe, craning their necks to try and catch a glimpse of the clatter that had invaded the courtyard. But the stone yard was quiet and empty below them. The clatter had moved elsewhere. Drats. Adrian said. They must have gone inside while Lichurus was talking to the runner. Both boys looked over at their sister expectedly. What? Moria asked. Well what did you see when you closed the window? Bastian asked slowly like it should be painfully obvious to Moria. Was it Father? Adrian asked eagerly. Their father, King David, was off fighting a minor rebellion in the west. He had been gone for several weeks already and his family missed his steady, comforting presence in the castle. Moria shook her head sadly. No, but there would have been more of a fanfare it if was him. So who was it? Bastian asked again. It was a messenger from Maloss. Maloss? Bastian asked curiously. How could you tell? Now Moria rolled her eyes as if the answer should be obvious. Because he had the green wave on his tunic thats why. Maloss is the only country with a green wave for its symbol that I know of. Besides, Father asked King Trien to warn him if he noticed anything out of sorts in the east remember? Adrian didnt know much about King Trien except that he was the ruler of Maloss, the ocean country, and that he was reportedly his fathers friend. The little prince had never met the water countrys king so he could either scoff at or further this information. But from the way he had heard his parents speak of Trien, Adrian thought that they at least trusted the lesser king whether they liked him or not. Well what does that mean? Adrian asked. That hes come to Father I mean.

Bastian gave his brother a look that clearly wondered if he had been listening at all. It means somethings happened in the east obviously. 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 back down. A few angry tears flowed down his face and he quickly wiped them on his sleeve. He was not stupid, no matter what anyone else thought. Behind Adrians back Moria gave Bastian a look that clearly said, Youve done it now. Go apologize or Im telling Mother. Moria had very expressive eyes. Her brothers knew that better than anyone else. With a great sigh, Bastian trudged forward. Honestly, how did he get himself into these situations? With so many words at the tongues disposal 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 began awkwardly, putting a hand on his brothers shoulder. Adrian pulled away testily. Bastian looked at Moria. Do I really have to do this? He mouthed at her. Her resolute glare said he did. What I mean to say, Bastian hesitated, rubbing at the back of his 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 asked with a sly smile to show he was kidding. Theyre not mermaids! Adrian exclaimed anyway. Theyre sea turtles. Dont listen to him Adrian. Moria spoke up from behind Adrians shoulder. Theyre really good. I like that one. It looks like its looking at me, even when I move. She laughed stepping to the side to see the turtles eyes follow her. I like this one. Bastian said pointing at a particularly ornery looking 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 turtle and her baby swimming in the upper corner of the page. They look so sweet. Adrian snorted. Yeah, until you get to close. She nearly bit my toes off yesterday. Bastian laughed. Moria gave Adrian a wide eyed look. Are you okay? She asked worriedly. You have to be careful around mothers like that. Theyll hurt you if they think youre going to get their babies.

I wished you told me that before. Adrian said looking at the graphite turtle on his paper. I wouldnt have tried to pet them if I had known that. She put a hole in my favorite exploring pants. And look what she did to my leg! He said, sounding a trifle more upset about the pants then his leg. Bastian and Moria leaned close as Adrian pulled up his pant leg. A long red tear in his skin stretched form knee to ankle. Moria winced in sympathy, but Bastian grinned. I bet you get a scar from that, just like a real war hero. Bastian exclaimed. Bastian was the fighter of the family. Sometimes Adrian thought that his brother was in love with the thrill of the fight, and of course the glory that usually came with victory. Adrian just rolled his eyes at the starry eyed look on Bastians face. 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 roll that showed just how stubborn his brother was being. He never listened to reason but insisted on thinking through on his own terms. Really, what was the point of having scholars and advisors to help you come to a decision if you only trusted your own logic in the end? Bastian thought Adrian needed to listen to others more and to his mind less. Adrian opened his mouth to argue more when he was abruptly cut off. Both of you stop it! Moria cut into the fray, her blue eyes flashing dangerously. Really, how can two people who are so similar in everything from parents to looks be so different? I swear youre infuriatingly opposite at times. Why cant you just get along and agree with each other for once? Because hes wrong. Both boys said at once, much to their mutual displeasure. Moria stamped her foot dangerously. Well cant you just try and understand each other even if you dont agree? They never got a chance to find out. Before either brother could answer, Lichurus sternly burst through the door in the slightly creepy manner 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 he did not received the right answer. O-of course professor. Moria stammered. Adrian thought that this technically was not a lie as Moria probably had read the chapter before.

The professor eyed them again, like a bird considering three juicy worms 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 smile on 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!! You actually know what this planet looks like. Its the messenger, always following the evening star Evangeline with letters from guys who lover her; the second one to the right flying straight on till morning. Now what other stars were around him? Adrians eyes roved the classroom as he tried to picture the evening sky he had seen the day before at the shore, but he could remember 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 pleasant surprise 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 names but um, the twins Castor and...Pieces? No wait, those are fish Bastian stuttered and Adrian began to fervently hope for Bastians sake that the right answer would come to him as well. They may fight often, but they were still brothers. Adrian would never wish ill on Bastian, no matter what mean things he said. ~ The flashing blue of the ever present water reflected off the glassy surface of Mercurys crystal shield, making it dance and twist like blue fire. Maren Sedora Mecurii of Mercury watched the play of light on the crystal shield with eyes that were filled with the color and intelligence of the 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. Her gaze was sharp and bright as she watched the blue lights of fancy above her. Words filled her mind with their quiet intensity. Even unspoken, Maren found that words had a power that was just as strong as the sword when they were used properly.

Unfortunately, Maren rarely saw them used properly. Mercury was known as the birthplace of words and thought, a most auspicious title; however it was also the birthplace of thievery and cunning. Words were as great a weapon as they were a tool on the second planet and nowhere displayed this fact as well as the royal court where Maren lived. Tongues were sharp here and usually filled with subtle meanings and nuances 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 to herself. In fact when she thought on it, Maren decided that most of the lords and ladies of her fathers court were quite decent, living with respect and honor for themselves as well as others. It was just that they treated words like toys, as if everything was a game. How can they use something that can cause such great harm so lightly? Maren asked the empty air. It was a question that had bothered her more often then ever before. Usually she was not so fixated on how the court played their games, but today Maren had been with her brother Avis and three of his friends. Personally Maren didnt care for Illia and Amatina. She couldnt really understand why Avis continued to hang around them. When Maren had asked about it he had said that he liked their conversation despite their rude use of words. Maren thought that Amatinas golden looks 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 thinks shes in the flower of youth with that dress. Amatina sniffed and fluttered her feathery fan in what she thought was 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 her hand, little finger quirked upward. Maren somehow managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes. As it was she looked up, pretending she wasnt picturing Amatina ten years from now trying even harder then Lady Constantina to maintain her precious looks. Oh look at that one, Illia said pointing at a servant girl not even bothering to keep his voice down. The girl looked up obviously wondering 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 over hear them. Illia did not follow his example. Pretty? He exclaimed so loud that Maren thought most of the people in the room must have heard

him. Are you blind Avis? Look at her! Shes a scarecrow with a dried up old turnip for a head. And straw for hair. Amatina twittered meanly behind her fan, not that 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, expecting some 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 light that played along the crystal shield. At first her thoughts were consumed with, Mean people! Cruel youths! I know they were taught better so why didnt they learn? Then guilt crept over her and she became more sober as she wondered why she hadnt had the courage to follow her own teachings and tell Illia and Amatina exactly what she thought of them. But gradually the sight of the sea and the light dancing wore down the jagged edges of her thoughts. Soon her mind turned from Amatina and Illias cruelty and her own weakness to the double bladed nature of words in general. But eventually Maren was pulled out of her reflections by the soft opening and closing of the door. I thought Id find you here princess. Gavin said as he approached the railing next to Maren. When he was only a foot or so away he bowed as was required when one of lower station came into the presence of the royal family. Maren returned the formality with a small dip of her head. For a moment they watched the world in silence, caught up in their own thoughts. Avis set them straight you know. Gavin said after a while. He is too kind hearted to let cruelty drift by without justice. Maren nodded, feeling more chided by Gavins words then comforted. Because to be honest she had fled because she had thought that Avis was too caught up in his friends to do what was right and she knew 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 to wiggle out of it of course but Avis was insistent. I would not be surprised if you told me your great-great-grandfather was a wordsmith. Gavin

said turning to lean his back against the railing, staring at the shimmering front of the palace rather than the ocean. Avis should be more careful with his words. Maren said thinking just how well Illia and Amatina took criticism. She was afraid that one day the two would decide they were tired of listening to Avis. Between the two of them and their families influence, Maren knew they could seriously 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 their minds 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 and had been since they were small boys. He was quieter than Avis (though not as quiet as Maren) but when he spoke his words were sheer and pointed, though what they pointed at was sometimes left to the listener to 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. Gavin was courteous to them of course, but he didnt encourage them in the slightest. 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 lean figure and dark hair. Maren had heard girls go on and on about Gavins hair although the sun almighty only knew why. She had heard girls giggle over his white smiles, fawn over his powerful shoulders and go absolutely gaga whenever Gavin spoke to in, and Maren quoted from a particularly love struck blonde who always seemed to know where Gavin was and what he was supposed to be doing, such a voice that made her go all weak in the knees and gave her such an intense look that stole her breath right out of her chest. A bundle of more clichd twaddle Maren had never before heard in her life. She had heard better descriptions of teenage love in the dime store romance books she always caught her maid Amelia reading. (Not that Maren knew what those sounding like. I mean of course she did know but not because she had read them herself. Amelia just liked to talk about them is all. Really. Princesses shouldnt read that kind of literature.) But perhaps Tawny (the clich spouting blonde) had a point about Gavins eyes Maren admitted to herself. His eyes were deep and clear and more intense then the sun at midday. More then once Maren had been caught off guard by those crystal colored eyes. It was true that those encounters always left her breathless, but not because he stole her breath away; he sold her words. After much thought Maren found she could only explain that it was like Gavin could read her mind, knowing her thoughts before she could speak them and stealing them away in the process.

That was impossible of course, Maren knew, but still, thats what it felt like. So, Gavin said after a long period of thoughtful silence. What have you been thinking of today? What is it that has been consuming your consciousness? Dont try to deny it now. Ive know you since you were three years old. I know that look when something especially heavy is weighing on your mind and I know it well. Whats wrong Maren? He asked leveling his clear blue eyes on Maren. Maren gripped the balcony railing tighter as if she was afraid she was about to fall off. Its nothing really, she tried to say as she stared out at the silver ocean before her, Mother is just asking me to oversee Aviss birthday celebration is all. You mean Avis and your birthday right? Gavin asked turning to face her. Maren swallowed past the roughness in her throat. She shook her head. No, she says that since this is our, she swallowed again, Aviss sixteenth birthday and Father will be officially naming him his heir that it will be all about Avis. She said that I may have my own celebration if I like. 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 Mercury throne. It was only natural that he be treated differently then his younger 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 too politically correct again. I know. Maren said softly. A tear escaped own her red cheek of its own accord. Gavin swallowed his second sigh. He knew that words alone wouldnt convince Maren that she had worth in her mothers eyes, but try as he might he couldnt think of what he should do; a very Mercurial dilemma. Im afraid youre losing yourself Maren. Gavin finally said. It seems that lately all youve been doing is shadowing your brother and mother. You reaffirm what they say but you dont add anything of your own. You obey their advice rather then just listen to it. Sometimes I wonder 'what does Maren think and believe? Because I cant tell just by listening 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 his words sunk into her brain and she realized they were true. She turned away unable to answer Gavin. A mix of anger and sorrow churned in her stomach. Why couldnt she speak her mind?

The heavy trod of booted feet echoed from the open doorway. Their determined gait and serious thok, thok, thok on the tile floor told Maren it was a messenger before she turned to see. The steps ceased inside the doorway. Your highness? Came a young mans voice. Your mother wishes to speak with you. Shes expecting you in the Red Room. He said his words clipped and concise. Maren quickly and discreetly wiped away her tears. For a short moment she watched the rolling waves as she collected herself. She pulled in a deep breath, held it, and let it go. Very well, Maren said half turning to face the messenger. You may tell her I will be with her shortly. The Messenger nodded sharply, bowed deeply, and departed swiftly. Maren was reluctant to follow him but if there was one thing Maren understood it was duty; duty to kin as well as country. That was why no matter what her mother did or said Maren would follow her directions as long as they remained logical. Perhaps she was a shadow like Gavin said, but she didnt know how to act without someone showing her first. It made Maren want to yell at her own cowardliness. Ill see you later Gavin. Maren said quietly before following the messenger out the door. With a dejected sigh, Gavin leaned his elbows on the railing. He closed his eyes and prayed that Maren wouldnt always be so willing to stay in the shadows of those around her. ~ As soon as Maren stepped through the Red Room door she knew something important had happened. Her mother, usually so calm and collected, was out of her chair pacing the room from the red fireplace at one end to the silvered mirror on the other. Her father, King Diomin, and her twin brother Avis were seated in two of the rooms four chairs. Maren shot her twin a questioning look. Avis shook his head; he didnt know what had happened either. Here, read this, Queen Avon told Maren before her daughter had a chance to ask what had her mother so upset. Obediently Maren took the letter and began to read. With some surprise she saw it was addressed to her from the queen of the Moon, Concordia Lunae. Why didnt I receive this? Maren asked, somewhat concerned. It got mixed up with my mail. Her mother said, waving her hand dismissively. She was too caught up in her turbulent thoughts to stop her pacing before addressing her oldest daughter. Ah, Maren said. She believed that her letter had gotten shuffled accidentally into her mothers mail; however she was unsure if her mother opened it before looking at the recipient address first.

Maren read over Concordias greetings quick enough. The queens words were somewhat flowery; ornate as if they had been gilded in silver. Reflective of the Moon Concordia lived in. The princesss eyes went wide when she came to the point of the letter. 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 understood the situation. Diomins dark eyebrows drew together as he scanned his daughters letter. I believe you may be reading too much into this dear. Concordia is a very open woman, not given to threats or even desirous of 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 been taught 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 who had been born into those last frightful decades of warring. They could not identify with the sorrowful look in their parents eyes whenever the war was mentioned. Instead it created an awkwardness in the prince and princess when they were reminded of the horrors their mother and father had witnessed. For how could they be expected to keep those horrors from happening again when they hadnt even been born yet? But it is only an invitation Mother. Where is there harm in agreeing 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 does she have for keeping our oldest daughter with her for a year? If this is not a plot to keep the other royal houses under her thumb I do not know what 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 was only playing. You will find that the people of Mercury often smile like that when they speak. Despite her agitation a faint smile pulled at Avons thin lips. It will be 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 situation is not as dire as you fear. The Moon has long been our ally. He said. For a moment Maren thought her mother would ignore her father and continue her worried stride. But then the queen sighed and sank into the chair next to her husband, not letting go of his hand. Youre

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 she didnt 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 that much more awkward. Finally the king cleared his throat, tired of silence. Well then my dear, how shall we answer Concordia? Settas birthday is not long before yours Avis and Maren. The queen rallied herself, once again getting to her feet. We must decline of course. Avon said as if that was the only reply available. 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 so used to being thought of as equal, even the same at times, that it was troubling to think that one was better then the other just because he had 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 be decent to repay those qualities with harsh refusals. I believe it would be a 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 there or she was too ignorant to be worth remembering as if they were really talking about a cat or a dog rather then a person. Even her mother was silent as they waited for the princess to speak. Maren opened her mouth but quickly realized she didnt know what to say. Flustered she snapped her mouth shut and looked away, a mortified 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 find her mother watching her intently; not angrily as if Marens input upset her 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 straightened her shoulders and met her familys gaze.

Queen Concordia has long been our friend and the people of the Moon even longer. I feel safe in their company and find no issue living with them for any length of time. Indeed I believe that despite the influence her planet has had on her mind, Concordia is honest and trustworthy. 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 distinctly uncomfortable when her father smiled and turned to her mother. Well there we have it my dear. Maren wishes to accept Concordias invitation. Her mother nodded slowly, thinking through the possible consequences of Marens decision. Finally she nodded. Very well then, so she shall. ~ Do you really have to go Maren? The Flight is next week. Youre going to miss it! Marens youngest sister, Hermia, whined, pulling on Marens blue sleeve. Maren smiled at the child. I know Hermia, but Ive already told Concordia that Im coming. I cant change my mind now. Shes expecting me tonight for Princess Settas birthday celebration. It would be very rude of me to not come when I told her I would. Hermia pouted. But Ill miss you. She said, her lower lip trembling dangerously. Youll be gone for a whole year! Ah dont be sad Hermia. Avis suddenly said from where he had been directing the servants to take Marens bags to the messengers that traveled between the planets. They would be going ahead of Maren to make sure everything was in order before their princess followed. Maren will be back before you know it. Besides, shell be back for your own birthday. Have you and Helena agreed on where to have your party yet? He asked, bending down to be on his youngest sisters eye level. Hermia sighed. No. She still wants to have a dance but I think thats 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 the idea of flight. She was so excited to start her lessons after her seventh birthday 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 you both would like to go sailing instead? The dolphins will be coming back from the north in a few weeks. We could go swim with them for your birthday. He offered. Hermia thought about it. Yeah I guess so. She said still not completely taken with the idea. Helena would like that more then flying

though. And the dolphins tickle you with their noses when you feed them 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 his closest 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 helpless look at Maren. Maren suppressed her smile. At least someone didnt mind asking for her help. She put down the blanket she had been nervously fiddling with and 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 knowing voice. 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 the world up that high with only the wind singing in your ears and the fluttering of your sandals for company. You get so lost in the dance that for a time you forget your troubles, your dreams, you even forget who you are if you stay up there too long, until all you know is the flow of one step into the other. Avis said wistfully, his eyes glossy and the feel of the flight in his chest. Its glorious. Maren added a faraway look in her eyes akin to her brothers. Like waking up and realizing its Christmas morning. You get that feeling in your stomach, like its full of feathers, and your heart starts 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 that when Im scared. She said, somewhat confused. Maren and Avis smiled at the little girl. Well it is a long way down after all. Maren said not sure that the six year old child would understand what happened to a body when there was no atmosphere around it to keep it together. Are you scared Ren? Hermia asked after another moment where all her older siblings did was stare in wistful remembrance out the window. Maren shook herself lightly. A little yes. Ive never flown so far without help before. But Father seems to think Im ready for this. She said. Avis caught the doubt lying under her polite manner. But Hermia smiled easily. Dont worry Ren. If Daddy thinks you can do it then Im sure you can. Hes smart like that. Hermia said with

complete and total confidence in her fathers judgment. She was only seven and still didnt know that her parents could be wrong. Maren wasnt about to tell her either. She would learn that lesson the hard way soon enough. Besides it was not her place or desire to usher the little girl out of her childhood so soon. The three were quiet for handful of moments. Outside Marens door the bustle of the palace flowed on. Besides the royal family and the court numerous servants inhabited the floating palace. With all the people cleaning, serving, cooking, helping the lords and ladies, and maintaining the special base that buoyed up the palace and kept it afloat on the beautiful yet dangerous sea of quicksilver, the palace was never truly quiet. Maren began to wonder, after being perpetually surrounded by people laughing, shouting, speaking what the true silence of space would be like. Would it be peaceful or just...nothing? Avis reached over and took his sisters hand, startling her out of her 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. He reassured her gently. I know you can do this. But if you change your mind, for whatever reason, you can always come home. Well always be glad 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 Marens middle. Yes, yes Ren. You can always come home. We love you! She cried 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 called out, Enter. A man dressed in the ever changing blue of the Mercurial court that marked him as a palace messenger stood in the open doorway. Everything is ready for your departure Princess. You may leave at your leisure. He said curtly. Maren nodded, dismissing him. After he left she let go of a great sigh, pressing an anxious hand flat to her stomach. She knew very well that 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 walls and silver-gold furnishings. Light reflected off the water outside and streamed in through her windows to play across the far wall, making the blue paper appear to move and flow like water. Sometimes, late at night when the sounds of the palace wouldnt let her sleep, Maren watched her running walls and felt the softness of the bed beneath her and dreamed she was drifting out to sea. Before she knew it she would be

asleep and dreaming of that comforting rock of the ocean as swells passed under her back. Maren sighed and wondered if she would be able to sleep so soundly on the Moon. With one last comforting grasp of her brothers hand and one more hug from Hermia, Maren got to her feet and composed herself before following the messenger out the door. Avis and Hermia 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 and clear 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 bee astounded by its size. To the six year old eyes it had seemed big enough to hold the occupants of an entire wing of the castle no, the entire court! 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 brim with 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 a sudden 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 all dressed in shades of blue, the kings color, and with the way they moved, hither and thither, made Maren think of a river, always flowing but still too comfortable in its bed to try and leave its confines. A flashing light reflected off of the waters surface, catching Marens attention and making her wince in the same instant. Maren blinked sharply to clear her vision. The flashing light was from her fathers ring she saw. He had seen her standing in the shadows and was waving her over. Maren hesitated, but Hermia suddenly raced towards her twin, Helena, who was standing with their mother near the middle of the balcony, knocking her older sister into the open. Maren felt every eye pin to her skin. She suddenly felt vulnerable and bare dressed in her traveling clothes, so rude compared to the ladies fine gowns. Maren longed for her usual dress the fine, heavy satins and the thick layers of white underskirts that kept even her ankles from sight instead of the warmly made pants and the thick, soft, longsleeved shirt that would help keep the chill of space from touching her. Of course her winged sandals were on her feet. The feathers flapped sleepily as the sun hit them, waking them from their magic rest. Like the rest 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 of the farthest fathoms of the sea, with every other shade of sky, sea, and

emotion in between. Marens unspoken message was clear as she stepped into the sunlight; she served her father, no matter where, or with whom, she stayed. The king smiled at his eldest daughter and held out his arms in a grand gesture. Our most precious daughter, he boomed radiantly, gathering the crowds attention immediately. How honored and proud we 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 watch over you and protect you from harm. Also know that our love, he said taking his wifes hand as he spoke, will be with you no matter how far you must roam. Never doubt our words. He told her. Maren bowed, having no skirt to curtsy with. I will never forget your words Father. And even when I am alone I will keep them with me and will be comforted by your prayers and your love. She said loud enough for their audience to hear. A warm hand appeared heavily on her back, startling her. But sill Maren remained bent in front of her king, knowing she was not to break from her bow until the king allowed her. My dear Maren, her fathers voice said, soft and low above her as he dropped his grand gestures and spoke for her ears alone. I can only 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 yourself my 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 you fly. He said a large smile on his face as he gestured to his wife. Maren, along with everybody else turned her attention to the Queen. Avon stepped forward with deliberate patience, a long packed wrapped in flashing blue cloth held almost reverently in her hands. An expectant thrill ran down Marens back without warning when she saw it. It is the custom here that a childs first flight at sixteen ushers them into the realm of adulthood. Queen Avon said in the same stage voice her husband had introduced her with. However in honor of our royal daughters flight to the Moon, the longest flight she has ever undertaken, we have decided to award her with this. She said before dramatically whipping away the blue fabric. Maren gasped in awe with the rest of the crowd. Her mother held a slender Caduceus in her hands, one of the staffs the people of Mercury used to channel their powerful gifts over words and water that the great Sun had blessed them with. Like Queen Avon had said, children werent given a Caduceus of their own until they were sixteen. To be given one before that was...a very high honor indeed.

Maren was so surprised even that at first she wondered who the Caduceus was for. But then she noticed the subtle differences that set the magic staffs apart from the others the gradation of blues the same as her clothes that stretched along the staffs slender rod and how the white wings at the top of the wand resembled the two outside prongs of a trident like those her mothers ancestors had used on their home planet all those eons ago and she knew it was meant for her hands alone. Reverently the princess reached out and took her Caduceus form the queen. The staff fit into her small palm perfectly. The sun gleamed across its frothy surface and Maren felt power shiver through the Caduceus and into her skin. New words sprang into her mind, words of gratitude and joy, but they were too heavy for Marens tongue. She struggled 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 come easily and the changing wind be always at your back. Her father said proudly, giving her a variation of the Mercurian travel blessing. Most of his people didnt need a blessing for their words to come easily, Maren thought. Maren accepted his words gladly. Thank you Father. She said with another simple bow. Having finished their farewells the King and Queen turned and made their way to the edge of the balcony. The rest of the court followed 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 sending Maren flying without her Caduceuss help. Ill miss you Ren. The little girl 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 from her legs. Glumly Hermia went to stand next to her brother. Maren stood an scanned the crowd surrounding her, giving them a last look like she had given her room, to remember and imprint their formal 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 off to his side farther back in the ring of people. They did not look up when she saw them but instead continued muttering darkly as they shot sour glances at the Caduceus in Marens right hand. Maren ignored them as they 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 of her with both hands. Its power felt different smoother, quieter, sleeker

 than her fathers more direct, rushing Caduceus (the only one she had flown with before). She felt however that this one suited her better than her fathers. The wet air began to move around her as she closed her eyes to concentrate. 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 magic answered her call. Soon she could hear the busy flittering of the wings as they warmed up for lift off. The wind was roaring in her ears now, like a small hurricane. It pushed against her back, making her trip forward once. She widened her stance and carefully placed her feet for the first form of the dance that would take her into the sky. Then with the power screaming as it sang through her, Maren raised her Caduceus above her head and shouted the words of power that 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 she turned, tension taking tight hold of her legs. Then with a mighty leap she was airborne, the rush of wind singing in her ears; music to her flighty dance. The court watched as their princess flew higher and higher above them until she had danced beyond the clouds and was lost to sight in the black pitch of space.