Chapter 1: STOLEN MOON

"Almost there", John panted, reassuring himself as much as his horse. The sun was taking its toll as they trotted past a patch of dandelions. He could see the outline of a single tree in the vast yellow fields that would allow for a well-deserved break.

It had been almost a full day since he had emerged from the forest and blinked into the bright expanse of the prairie. Stella snorted beneath him and John patted the white horse gently. She felt it too. They had traded the calm whispers of the woods for the arid dryness of the golden meadow. John had never seen the full splendor of the Starfall Fields that surrounded the city of Selene. Beautiful to be sure, but the open air seemed hotter than it should be. After all, it was only the first day of summer.

John wiped the sweat from his brow as he approached the shade of the lone tree. A light summer breeze graced his neck, a brief but welcome change from the baking heat. He gazed at Selene on the horizon with exhausted relief, "Whew. We made it", he said aloud. John couldn’t help but smile as he looked out at the scenery. Just being here seemed to lift his spirits.

Ridged farmland extended from the meadow, all the way to the river that skirted Selene’s outer walls. Near the river was a small collection of cottages and inns that sheltered the residents of the countryside. From atop the hill, John could see people fluttering and flapping about in the fields. The winter wheat needed harvesting and sheep needed shearing among other early Summer tasks. The farmers and ranchers must be finishing up their duties by now. Many were already crossing the bridge into the city.

John took a swig from his water skin. The day had been long, and the sun was on the way down, with only a few hours until nightfall. John, however, wanted to savor the moment a little longer, now realizing this was the most relaxed he had felt in weeks. This day of June was the start of a specific moon cycle that he now struggled to recall. Mother’s Moon? Rose Moon maybe? He searched the air above him but couldn’t remember now. He was close enough to make the gates of the city before dark and the thought of a warm bed was taking hold of him.

John pet his horse on the neck and she whinnied. “Shall we,” he asked her, often finding comfort in talking with her. He opened the pack behind him to put the water away and his hand slowed. He stopped for a moment, thinking to himself before opening another pouch. In it was a small black bag with an emblem of a white encircled cross. John undid the tassels and dropped the contents into his hand. A golden medallion shined brightly in his palm. John pursed his lips as he studied it. He ran his hand over his head and began to lose himself. A near endless array of thoughts crossed his mind but before he could dwell on them, he heard a scream in the distance.

Without thinking, John put the medallion around his neck and looked toward the city. He couldn’t make out where it was at first, but he held his breath and remained still. He heard another scream along with shouting around the hill just to the north. It was close. He took the reins, tapped Stella and they started swiftly down the hill.

“Leave us alone,” a woman in a blue dress cried out, “You’ve caused us enough torment!”

Two swords clashed in front of her, as a pair of knights dueled fiercely just off the path to Selene. A knight in a white cape stood between the woman and the other knight in black armor faced them. The white knight held a wound on his side but had his sword pointed intently at the black knight. “There is nothing left for you here. Your army is shattered, and you are lost. Leave now or this will not end well for you.”

“I’ve lost nothing,” the black knight stated. “Look at you. You cannot hope to defeat me. I will take this kingdom and your princess will see what true valor looks like.”

The black knight swung his sword with an angry ferocity. The white knight parried and sent the blade away from him. He countered with his own sword, but the attack missed the black knight who laughed smugly. They both attacked once more, and the two swords struck with a crack as they held the blades together.

The white knight seemed to struggle. “You only fight for yourself. I fight for others. You can never win.”

“I have already won,” the black knight said in defiance.

The black knight pulled his sword away and struck the white knight with his fist, sending the white knight to the ground. The white sword flew from his hand landing close to the princess who gasped aloud. With a quick flourish of his sword the black knight held the dark blade close to his defeated foe.

“You can fight for others,” the black knight taunted. “There will simply be more eyes to witness your death!” He pulled back the dark sword, preparing to finish off the white knight.

“NO WAIT!” the woman shouted, although her words seemed to reach past the two knights.

John had rushed from behind and tackled the black knight sending them both off the path and into the brush. He only now realized the path was on a mild slope, causing them to tumble away from the white knight and the princess. The black knight’s sword fell from his hand as they rolled to a stop among bushes and tall grass. John struggled to his feet, his head now spinning and his arm throbbing. Behind him, he heard yelling from the pair that he saved. He looked around to get his bearings and saw the black knight begin to pick himself up. John figured that they must have been yelling to warn him, and he grabbed the black sword from the grass.

"You fool!” The black knight shouted, now on one knee. “What are you doing!”

John thought for a moment that the knight’s voice and cadence had changed but he decided that it didn’t matter. He hadn’t a moment to lose before the knight was on his feet.

“I know what I’m doing, and that’s stopping you,” John stated, pleased with his words. With the dark sword in hand, he closed the distance and brought the blade down on the knight’s armor.

“AHH,” the knight cried out as the blade landed with a dull thud and-- wait, a thud? John noticed the odd sound but didn’t want the knight to counterattack. He swung again, harder.

“OW,” The black knight growled in pain, “Stop that!”

‘Stop that’? John thought it was a strange choice of words and paused with the sword over his head. “…Why would I stop,” John asked. “You’re a villain,” he said, already unsure of his own words. He began to swing the sword again, but the knight raised quickly from his crouched position and he threw out his fist, catching John in the face. John stumbled back grabbing his eye as he recoiled from the blow.

“A villain? Boy, I’m an actor,” the man yelled, holding his arm where John had struck him.

John held his face. “A…an actor? But you were…” his voice trailed off. John had the sword pointed at the black knight and now noticed that the blade was wrapped in black rubber. His realization came too late as he looked back for the pair that he had ‘rescued’. The woman in yellow was standing just off the path. John saw her and tilted his head in disbelief.

The sleeves of her dress were swirling about her as she raised her arms in a  deliberate practiced motion. She seemingly stood within a whirlwind that kicked up dust and leaves around her feet. Then, she threw her palms forward toward John. A gust of wind blasted him in the chest, forcing him back. John’s eyes grew wider as he was knocked off his balance. He lost his footing as his heel caught on a stone, tripping him. The woman threw another palm forward. John began to fall just as another gust hit him harder, knocking him off his feet and into a nearby tree.

John fell to the ground among grass and leaves. The air was pushed out of him and he struggled to breathe. He lay on the floor for a moment to catch his breath and stared at the light between the leaves of the tree. He admitted that his rescue attempt probably could have gone better, and he wanted to bury himself in the dirt at that moment. John heard some chatter and forced himself to one knee. He steadied himself on the tree and finally saw that there were tents a little further in front of him. There were other performers and there seemed to be caravan of sorts, as well.

John was still sweating and shaking, and his eye was starting to hurt, but he just hoped no one saw what happened. What did just happen? That woman. Could she be a…no…she couldn’t be. She was just an actor. A theatrical trick. He must have tripped on a rock he told himself. Tripped on a rock and…then flew…into a tree..?

A horn suddenly blew near the tents. John was still wheezing when the actor in black armor came to him and helped him up begrudgingly. “Get up,” he said. “You’ve ruined our last rehearsal and possibly my back. We thought everyone would be in the city by now.” John nodded and cleared his throat but couldn’t muster any words. He just got to his feet and put his hands on his knees, when the ‘princess’ came up to them, followed by the 'white knight’.

“You alright Cecil,” the woman asked the ‘black knight’. “He was really letting you have it.”

“He was, wasn’t he,” said Cecil, nursing his arm. He glared at John with contempt.

John’s collected himself and started to speak, “Yea I uh…sorry about--”

“Well done lad,” the ‘white knight’ said to John, laughing. “You’ve vanquished the evil black knight. You would’ve made a great ‘white knight’ if the part wasn’t already mine.”

“He was damn more convincing then you were,” said Cecil, still nursing his arm.

The woman seemed to share the sentiment. “He’s right, Stew. Maybe, for once, you can try and remember your lines?”

John began to feel like he walked backstage at a terrible play. He was relieved when the horn blew once more. John and the actors turned to see someone approaching from the tents. Three riders on horseback galloped side by side. They approached and stopped just in front of the tree. They were true knights, clad in expensive silver and blue armor with their horses stamping and breathing with authority.

John noticed that the center knight was noticeably larger than the others. He wore no helm, but his armor was very ornate, more so than the other two knights at his side. The heraldry of his blue cape was also different and slung low on his right saddlebag was a large sword that seemed as tall as he was. It also seemed too heavy to lift. John then recognized coat of arms on the knight’s chest and stood up a little straighter. He knew who this was.

There was a brief silence as the three knights surveyed the situation. The blue caped knight, looked over the four strangers. They all looked drained. Despite the misunderstanding, no one knew how to explain the situation. One of the white caped knights spoke first, “We keep the peace around here. We heard there was someone disrupting that peace.”

The blue caped knight stared at John. “You,” his voice formidable. “You are in quite a bit of trouble.”

John kept still. He wanted to say something clever but couldn’t help but become defensive, “What? No, look—”

The woman in yellow intervened, “My lord, it was only a misunderstand---”

“Silence,” the large knight yelled, his voice booming. There was quiet. The knight dismounted and walked over to the group. Everyone was still, and John could feel his face tighten almost reflexively. A moment passed but to everyone’s surprise, the blue knight began to laugh.

“I told you it would scare them,” the knight told his compatriots with a grin.

“You did sir,” one the knights agreed plainly, as if this was commonplace. The heavy air seemed to fade, and the actors looked at each other, feeling more at ease. John didn’t seem amused.

“Apologies, all in good fun. Most people don’t fall for that here. Great to have new faces in town.” the blue knight said to them, as he walked over and set himself on a boulder.  “That’s why we came over,” he continued, “a new face was spotted on the plains earlier. Dark hair. Brown vest. That’s you right.”

Everyone looked at John. “Don’t worry stranger, we just need a quick word,” the knight said to John. “What about you lot? Weren’t you rehearsing for the festival? What happened?”

The white knight chuckled as he pat John on the back, ribbing him. John could only lower his head as he let out a defeated groan.

Chapter 2 Guardian

Selene looked even further away somehow. John snuck in a quiet moment to himself to look at the walls of the city. He just wanted to get in and find some place to rest for the night. It had been a long day and he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was only going to get longer.

“Hahaha! Oh, you really were in the wrong place at the wrong time, friend,” the blue knight said to John. He really belted out his laughter now. The actors had just finished telling of John’s heroics and were beginning to head off towards the tents.

The two ‘knights’ waved goodbye but the ‘princess’ stayed behind. “Well, I hope you can still make our show tonight, John,” the young woman said. “We’ll be performing at the Eastend Stage. I’ll save you a seat.”

“Thanks, Rosa,” John said. Her words were already making him feel better. “Hey, about what happened earlier…"

“Don’t worry about it John,” she reassured him. “You just wanted to help. And believe me, Cecil can take a hit. If you catch our show, you’ll see.” Rosa smiled at him and turned to the blue knight, bowing. “My lord, Champion.”

The knight smiled. “Break a leg,” he said to her as she ran off toward the caravan. John watched the actors head back towards the tents. He had wanted to ask Rosa how she…caused him to trip over the rocks but it was just as well. The blue knight came up and stood next to him.

 “So. John,” the blue knight said. His tone was less playful. “Apologies for the lack of introductions. Over there is Elwyn. That’s Brandon.  And I’m—”

“I know who you are”, John stated, a sharpness slipping out of his voice. He caught himself and tried to soften his tone, “You’re the Lunar Guardian. The High Champion of Selene.”

“The Lunar Guardian,” the knight repeated softly as if trying to remember. “Yes. That’s what people call me. My name’s Michael. Pleased to meet you John.” He held out his gloved hand.

John rubbed his head for a moment. He couldn’t understand why but for a moment, he wished that he could have gone with the actors. He extended his hand, “Same here. Michael.” They grasped each other’s forearms, just past the wrist and shook in good faith.

Michael: Cheer up lad, you’ve got a good heart.

John: Feels more like I’ve got a tight shoulder and a black eye.

M: You do. But, you also stood up for something. To help others.

J: They didn’t need my help.

M: And you made sure of it. I’m not the only one that protects this realm after all. If I’m not careful, you just might take my job from me.

J: …

M: Ah. Don’t beat yourself up. Your new friends seem to have done that for you.

J: I just fell. And I slipped on a rock.

M: Then, that was quite a tumble you took.

J: Well…

M: Haha. Elise told me what happened. She’s good, eh? You alright?

J: It was just theatre trickery.

M: You think so? Watch her show later, and you’ll see what she can do. She performs with other champions as well and they do some amazing things.

J: So she’s a…champion?

M: Aeromancers, I think people call them. How else do you think she did it?

J: How do you lift that giant sword?

M: Different champions. Different gifts. Mine have served me well in protecting Selene and her people. Keeping the peace and all.

J: I get it. And I’m over here disturbing that peace.

M: Far from it my friend. You were sighted coming into the plains from the forest. Most people stick to the roads around this time, that’s all. There’s been talk of strange folk about and we want to avoid trouble during the festival.

J: The festival?

M: The Summer Moon festival. You’re not here for it?

J: No. I was just passing through.

M: Passing through? Where were you headed?

J: North.

M: North. What’s up north?

J: I guess I’ll find out when I get there.

M: I suppose so. I hate to pry but part of being High Champion means that I know the people coming into our city. Tell me, did you notice anything strange on your way here?

J: Strange?

M: Anyone or anything out of the ordinary?

J: Not really. But then again, I am strange folk, seeing as I’m new here.

M: Strange, maybe. But I know you’re not a bad guy. Like I said, you got a good heart.

J: I don’t know how good it is. But thanks.

M: You’re welcome here in Selene, John. I just needed to know who this new traveler from the south was and I think I know you well enough now.

J: I’m glad you think that.

M: I do. I know because you remind me of someone. Someone who couldn’t see their own gifts as others do.

J: I’m no champion. I don’t have any gifts.

M: Powers make champions but gifts come in all forms. Your parents surely gave you something of their own. You just have to find what it is.

J: Hm.

M: Look, I won’t take up anymore of your time. Take this. It’s a ticket for a free stay for your horse. Most of the others stables will be full by this time but this one is…expensive to say the least.

J: Michael, I appreciate this. And I appreciate everything you said.

M: Good luck to you John. I hope you find what you’re looking for up north.

J: Thank you. Lunar Guardian.

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Selene was almost completely encircled by natural barriers that gave the city a comforting quality. On the west end, she was cradled by a long stretch of mountains that extended northward and disappeared over the horizon. On the east side, the river formed a natural moat that wrapped around the city as it flowed south, along her walls. Three bridges allowed entrance to the city proper and John now arrived at the South Crossing.

Stella’s hooves clapped the stone on the bridge rhythmically as her rider patted her neck. John was grateful for having a stable for her, but now he realized that he still needed to find lodging for himself. He just hoped all the inns weren’t fully booked because of the festival. The thought sleeping in the stables gave him a shiver. Stella was a great companion, but her nightly mutterings were beginning to keep John from a good night’s rest.

They arrived at the gates to the city as the sun was setting. John couldn’t help but smile at the archways but he couldn’t say if it was from accomplishment or weariness. It had taken him 3 days to reach Selene and he couldn’t wait to be rid of the sounds of the wilderness at least for a while. The woods carried with them their own melodies but not like the city. It would be good to be around people he thought. Perhaps it would take his mind off...no. He didn’t want to think anymore. Too many questions and the road offered enough introspection for now.

Within the walls of Selene, John passed by flocks of people that were even more energetic than he had seen before. Townsfolk from the outer homes were hurrying along the street toward the main square and music and laughter could be heard faintly through their chattering. Before he could speculate about the rush, John spotted the first stable off the path and it seemed as good as any. It was small and somewhat weathered but surely Stella wouldn’t complain. John dismounted and walked her in, assuring the snorting horse that her accommodations truly looked very charming.

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On the opposite end of stable, a young woman was also just arriving. Cloaked in white and blue, she had entered the stable and quietly took in the sounds and the scents. The smell of baled hay filled the air and Aletheia breathed in deep. Of course the smell was pungent but she enjoyed it just the same. She wondered, for a moment, if that made her strange but surely it was because she rarely smelled

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such things. Yes, that must be it, she convinced herself. It was always flowery perfumes and aromas that made her sneeze but not right now. Right now she smelled wild, living things.

Aletheia adjusted her hood as she began to walk the stalls. The horses were uninterested in her but she never got very close to begin with. She simply took delight in being around them and admiring their coats and hair colors. Aletheia recited to herself the names of their coats as she passed: Bay, Seal Brown, Palomino. She smiled with surprise at being able to remember her old lessons. The girl passed several more horses of Chestnut and Brown, then saw a Sorrel on the opposite side, a favorite of hers as she twisted her own hair in her finger.

She stopped for a moment to appreciate the horse’s red mane, resisting the urge to approach. The horse spit out a light whinny and turned it’s head away from the young woman. Aletheia felt somewhat rejected but tried not to let it bother her. "Well, I like your hair color just the same Miss..." she looked closer, "...I mean, Mister Horse." She looked further down the stables and was enraptured

A White Mare

"She’s beautiful," she stammered

"Yea. Beautiful."

I’ve never seen a pure white horse before. What’s her name.

This is Stella. It means

Silver. Oh how lovely.

But isn’t Stella sort of a boy’s name?

I suppose so. Don’t tell her though.

Oops. I’m.. I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have...

No No don’t worry about it, she’s a little touchy I guess. It’s been a long day for us.

Oh did you travel far to reach Selene?

Not too far, just a few days south of here.

So you came for the moon festival then? That is so exciting to be able to travel here for the festivities.

Oh, well, I mean yea, that’s why I’m here. For the...Lover’s...Moon?

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Yes! The Mead Moon marks the first day of Summer. Some call it the Rose Moon but considering all the drinking that occurs later, I feel like it’s not as accurate.

And you? How much drinking do you do for the Moon Festival?

Oh I am a very respectable lady and I only partake at dinner thank you.

Aletheia smiled and turned to lead them toward the games but stopped just short of crashing into a juggling street jester. The jester was in a purple tunic with black tights and was performing for no one in particular. Aletheia was quick to notice his unsettling white mask which was different from the other jugglers who had bright, painted faces. "Oh, I’m...I’m terribly sorry," she squeaked before moving around past him.

The jester had caught all of his juggling sticks and managed a friendly wave as the pair slipped by. John walked quickly at Aletheia’s side and flashed her an embarrassed smile. "I like his mask", he joked, attempting to ease past her unnerved silence. Aletheia glanced back at him, relieved he had seen it too. "Then I’ll be sure to get you one," she giggled, as they continued further toward the festivities. John and Alethiea disappeared into the crowd but neither one noticed that the Jester never taken his eyes off of them.

6 SCENE 6| FESTIVAL 6

Aletheia lead John through the crowd. They passed

Men and women were laughing while children impatiently pulled at their parents.

"They can create wind with their movements. Isn’t that amazing? Sam says they’re called Aeromancers."

"Sam?"

"Oh, of course. He’s a friend of mine," she started, taking a bite of the turkey leg. She continued with a full mouth, "He studies Champions and he sort of gave them unofficial names like that." She suddenly wanted to change the subject.

"Arrow Dancers?" John seemed unfamiliar with the term. Aletheia giggled,"Aeromancer. Like chiromancy."

"I’ve heard of Champions before but never heard of ones that can control wind." Do all Champions have all sorts of powers.

I heard that the High Champion of Selene can lift a horse."

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Aletheia smiled, "I’ve heard it was two horses, one with each hand." She had just finished her turkey leg and wondered where to throw the bone when one of the dancers sent a strong gust of wind over the crowd that reached the edge of the stage. John grinned as his cape billowed. Behind him, Aletheia’s hood flew off. Her eyes grew wide as she immediately struggled to cover her head and her now exposed antlers.

The crowd cheered in front of them and John clapped, impressed with the show. He hadn’t seen her, she thought. She looked around sheepishly. No one saw her she thought. She hoped. Her hood was only off for a second. She wanted to leave but John turned to her. "Did that mess up my hair," he asked coyly, putting his hand on his chin. Aletheia tried to act natural, "I... um, no more than it was," she managed, forcing a laugh. "Let’s...uh...," she started.

"Hey!" John "

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The night was

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He pushed himself around the corner and down the alleyway. Above him, the Jester jumped to another rooftop and disappeared out of sight. John felt his heart sink as he fell over a cage of chickens. An old woman shouted at him as he clamored to his feet. "Sorry! Sorry!" he panted, throwing himself further down the alley.

John could scarcely contain the fire in his lungs as he reached the end of the alley. It opened to a stairway that led up to the outer wall of Selene. John stumbled up to the allure, hoping that the kidnapper could be seen from the wall-walk. When he reached the top, a feeling of dread crept over him. He saw no one. Most people were likely at home or the tavern by now. He looked over the rooftops and several firecrackers went off back toward the square. The festival was ending.

John was out of breath but he hurried toward the edge of the wall. He knew where the Jester went. Looking over the parapet he saw movement in the darkness below. In the water was a small boat moving away from the city walls and into the night. In the moonlight, John could just barely make out the Jester, rowing urgently toward the far edge of the water. John then saw Aletheia, asleep in the boat and disappearing before his eyes. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t wait.

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He pushed away from the parapet, hopped a few steps back and took a deep breath. His heart skipped a beat when he realized what he was doing. "This is a bad idea," he said aloud, but he was already sprinting toward the edge of the wall. He tilted his head forward and forced himself through a litany of doubts. Before rational thoughts could take hold, he was over the wall and diving into what he prayed was the river.

A frightening sensation pierced his chest but only for a moment. He then realized that what he felt wasn’t fear, but excitement. He closed his eyes, and plunged into the chilling blackness of the water

2.      WANING CRESCENT

SCENE 1 - CRESCENT

Aletheia held her papers in place as a breeze nearly lifted the pages from the table. She was on the balcony of her room in the Crescent Keep, scratching at a blank sheet of paper with her quill. The morning was cold as she sat at a marble table, covering herself with a thick blue blanket. Aletheia was up early and had slept little the night before so she had decided to try and make sense of the last few months in her notebook. The brilliant morning sunrise was giving her some comfort, but it didn’t motivate her to write as much as she had hoped.

The top paper was blank except for a few scribbles around the edges. She was never very good at flowery prose and poetry just seemed to make her tired. She had some difficulty writing about her feelings in general and mainly wrote about here daily activities and experiences. The princess took great care in chronicling events in great detail and enjoyed helping Sam in his technical writings as well. Only now, when she tried to recount her thoughts on the last few weeks, the words became lost on her.

Aletheia tapped the quill to the paper a few times then held it down, letting the ink pool and seep into the page. She had already written about the events that transpired for her the month before. She wrote about John and all the sights and sounds of the festival where they met. She wrote about the Black Jester, and the uniforms of the Trionfi. She had also written about how dank and lonely the Starfall Keep was. But she stopped when she thought of Michael and could see him holding the boulder. She lost her own words when she thought of Malcolm Gaine and his disturbed smile.

The Princess tried to shake her kidnapper from her mind. She looked down at the page where she held the quill. The ink had spread into the veins of the paper. Aletheia had once read that this pattern was common in nature and followed the same patterns as rivers and tree branches. The flow of a river would lead to smaller brooks and streams. The branches of a tree were not random but determined by a natural flow. “What useless information”, Aletheia thought to herself. Aletheia saw that the ink looked just like the veins of a leaf. Or the spread of her antlers. Once again, her mind went to Malcolm Gaine.

Aletheia remembered so clearly what he told her. She began to breathe heavily. She could feel the truth in his words as she felt her antlers gingerly. They were longer now than they were a month ago. She thought of her mother but realized she couldn’t remember her face. She thought of her father and saw his kind eyes now seemed sad to her. She had spoken to him little since her ordeal, though he seemed to be preoccupied with his duties. Preparations for f It was just as well, she had not much to say him. Not right now.

She had been lost in wordless thought when her her door opened in her room. It was her lady in waiting.

"I just don’t know why they can’t do what they need to do, honestly," she was muttering to herself about something Aletheia wanted no part of. The woman was older and would often complain about the workings of the day to day within the keep. Aletheia sighed and decided to be polite, "Good Morning, Ms. Abigail. You look very...awake this morning."

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"My morning has been a fresh hell, child, and I would thank you not to pry." She had brought in some linens and was scattering about

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A light breeze came again and lifted the blank page from the table. Aletheia didn’t bother to catch it. She watched as it drifted back and forth, finally landing on the floor beside a few leaves. She closed her eyes and breathed deep, then looked over the balustrade to the morning horizon.

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Morning dew trickled from the leaves and fell to the cool stones of the cemetery gardens. Aletheia shivered briefly as she walked arm-in-arm with King Marcus. The King had felt her movement and brought her closer to him, placing his hand on her arm. They were at the end of a small procession, making their way to the final resting place of the Lunar Guardian.

The Royal Cemetery sat behind the Crescent Keep in a forested area called the White Gardens. The path to the gardens stretched across a small bridge and led to marble archway at the entrance. Aletheia an increasing pressure in her chest since they passed it. It didn’t help that every thought seemed to scream at her and the sound of footsteps tapping on the path was accentuated by the quiet of the gardens.

Aletheia had been quiet and Marcus had not forced anything resembling conversation which she was relieved and thankful for. She turned her eyes from the greenery, to the people in front of her. The procession was small, with a few nobles, several soldiers and others, many of which Aletheia didn’t know. She could not remember the last funeral she had been to and only then realized that this was her first for someone she truly knew.

She then noticed a with short brown hair who walked as a pallbearer with the other soldiers. The woman was tall and seemed to hold the casket higher than the other men as they walked in silence. Next to her, another woman walked with her hands together in prayer. She was shorter than the other but also had similar brown hair pulled back. Aletheia couldn’t see her face, but there was something familiar about both of the women.

The funeral was ceremonial as there was nothing to bury. The King had sent a convoy to recover Michael’s body but they recovered nothing, the collapse of the Starfall Keep had blocked the entrance. A replica of Michael’s Sword was

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crafted to be placed on the altar as a memento of the Lunar Guardian.

Michael had been a close friend and Aletheia since she was a child. He had always felt like an older brother to her and it was him that had made her feel like she wasn’t s monster. She was close with both Michael and Sam but it was Michael that made her feel normal. Sam’s bedside manner was somewhat lacking back then, and he would often lose himself in his studies on Champions. Aletheia and Michael were most often the subjects of these studies and it was Michael that would often remind Sam to curb his curiosity in studying people.

There was love in the Lunar Guardian. Generosity and tenderness and bravery and sdtrenght. Aletheia tried to recall his voice but she couldn’t be sure if it was really his. Was she remembering correctly? How could she know? The soldiers placed the sword on the altar and Aletheia looked toward the sky. She felt like she wanted to apologize to him. It was her fault. All of it. She tightened her hand to a fist and wanted to scream at herself. She was guilty of her friend’s death and yet she could not shed a tear. She wanted to say

"The Lunar Guardian," the King bellowed to the audience,"was not only the protector of Selene." He was in front of the altar and the procession of people had gathered in front of the circular gravesite. "He was not only the shield of Vailend or the Knight of the Hills. And he was not only a High Champion or a Soldier of the West. He was Michael Firenne and he was a Champion of the people and a dear friend. He was the symbol of hope and bravery for everyone that knew him. And he will stand watch not only from the heavens, but also from our hearts as well," the King stopped and put his hand on the gravestone. "By the Grace of the Monad," he said.

"By the Grace of the Monad," everyone repeated, Aletheia remained silent.

The taller woman had moved to the center of the memorial in front of the tomb

He was a part of Selene and he cared deeply for the people here. I want to thank you for placing your trust in him and accepting him as your Champion. Your High Champion.

4.

3 GARDENS 3

Aletheia wrung her hands together. She had taken off her gloves and felt chill of the late morning begin to turn warmer.  Her eyes lifted to the memorial in front of her. Everyone had left and it seemed to open the air around her. It felt calmer now, almost as if she could relax somewhat. That seemed so selfish to her, to want the time here alone, but she did truly want to be by herself now.

"I’m sorry", she said aloud, surprising herself. She didn’t even mean to but she couldn’t help it slipping out. "I..didn’t want anything to...I never intended for this to happen." Her voice cracked. "You were always there for me. Protected me, I...I should have done the same for you. It’s just that something... in my heart...somethin isn’t-", she stopped suddenly. A twig snapped behind her and she turned to see a young girl walking up the steps.

"Oh no!", the young girl said, putting her hands to her mouth, "Princess, please forgive me I, didn’t mean to interrupt." Aletheia sniffeled and dried her yes, "No no, its perfectly alright." She began to put her gloves back on. " I was just leaving now, I .. thank you so much for coming," she began to move toward the steps. " Your highness, please don’t go. I would love to speak with you, if for a moment?"

Aletheia stopped and studied her. The girl was short and seemed younger than herself. She had shoulder length light brown hair pulled back. A cloth bandana kept her hair back.

That was a beautiful ceremony princess. Your words truly honored him.

Thank you. Thank you for coming to honor him yourself.

I almost forgot how much he meant to some people. Hearing your words made me happy to know others cared for him as well.

Yes. He loved the people and the people loved him.

The people really believed in their High Champion. The Lunar Guardian.

They did. I did. Only…he was never that to me. The Lunar Guardian, I mean. He was always Michael.

You seem to have known him well.

I knew him since I was a little girl. The King…my father took him under his wing when he was a young man. He was always like a big brother to me.

You’re lucky. I wish I knew him better.

Better? How did you know him?

Morgana touched a small drop of dew from the leaves.

He was my brother.

You’re brother…?

Well, half brother. I’m Morgana. Morgana Firenne

Morgana. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…

It’s alright, princess. I’m just happy that you were so close with him.

He never…I didn’t know he had a sister. A sister who’s a Champion.

I never met him. He never met me. I only knew him how others did. My sister knew him though. We came to…

He had another sister?

Susannah, she’s over there, with the King.

I…guess I didn’t know him that well either.

You did. You knew who he was to you. That’s worth so much.

I suppose…but. What about you? Why didn’t he know about his family.

Well. It’s complicated. He had lost touch with our father see, they—

 --Had a falling out. That’s all she needs to know.

You’re Susannah. I’m so sorry for your loss.

You’re the princess. You were with him when he died.

I was.

Tell me about it.

Sue.

I don’t mean his death Morgana. Look, I just want to know something. We want to know something. Our brother is dead. Our father is missing. Who did this?

You’re father? I don’t understand.

We…we heard about what happened. That you were kidnapped by a man in a mask. A jester.

Where did they take you? Was there anyone else trapped with you?

I was…no. No there was no one else. I was taken to the Starfall Keep but…

The Starfall Keep? Do you know where that is?

It’s off the Veil Road. East of here. I have to tell you though…There isn’t anything there. The keep collapsed.

Collapsed? How…

It all happened so fast but…I don’t think that your father was there.

Who took you? Who is the Black Jester?

I don’t know.

But you saw his face? What happened to him?

He’s gone. He was in the Keep when it fell. There were others as well. Mercenaries called the Trionfi. Led by a man named Malcolm. There wasn’t any sign of them after the collapse though.

Sigh…What are we going to do now?

Our father. He was kidnapped awhile ago.

3 months ago.

3 months ago. There was some word that he was taken by a black jester in a white mask. We’d been searching for him and sent word to Michael. He was going to help after the Moon Festival. Then we heard about what happened to you.

And what happened to him.

I see. So you think that your father was being held by the Jester. Perhaps there was somewhere else they were holding him?

Maybe.

We should see about looking into the Starfall Keep. Maybe we can find something.

How can I help? I can ask the King for…

Help? How can you help? You’re a princess. A princess who likes to pretend. How do you think that you can help us? No, you’ve done quite enough Princess.

Sue!

I’m sorry if I offended you. I only meant…

You’re sorry, you’re sorry. I’m sure you’re so sorry. So am I. Michael was my brother and I know who my brother was. I know he died saving you. But I wonder. Why did the princess need saving in the first place?

Sue. That’s…

Enough. You’re right. Let’s go.

Go? Where? The King made accommodations for us.

We’re not staying in the castle. The inn outside of town is fine for us.

Princess…don’t listen to her. I know that she…She’s just angry.

No. She’s right. She’s right to feel that way. If only I hadn’t…I just wanted to…

I’m sorr…I…know he was you’re real brother but…He was mine as well.

You’re right Princess. Aletheia. He was your brother as much as mine. That makes us sisters. That makes us family. Me and Susannah.

I’m here for you. She will be too. Don’t give up on your family.

"Thank you. Very much," The girl said looking toward the tomb, "I know that you were with him in the end. I’m very thankful for that." Aletheia looked down. She wanted to say something but her words were silent. The young girl didn’t seem to mind. "It makes me so happy to know that he was cared for so deeply here. I heard that, before him Champions weren’t so well..liked." The girl walked up a few steps toward the memorial.

Aletheia forced herself to speak, " I, um, that was before my time as well." She followed beside the girl. "I only knew the city as it is now. Where people respected him. Did you...how did you know him?"

"Not very well," the girl said, facing Aletheia now. "But, I knew of his deeds. What he did for Champions and all. My sister knew him better than I did." She looked back toward the path and Aletheia followed her gaze, Near the entrance, a few members of the procession remained and The King was speaking to the tall woman from before. The discussion looked emotional and the King’s face reflected the sensitivity of the moment. The tall girl looked toward Aletheia and the princess quickly looked away.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 5.

Aletheia began to ask, "Your sister. Who is-"

"Oh right", the girl said with a giggle, "Shoshanna. My sister is Shoshanna Firenne. I’m Morgana" She held out her hand.

Aletheia hesitated for a moment to make sure her glove was on before taking Morgana’s hand. "Firenne? Your Michael’s sister as well? I hadn’t realized"

"Half sister, actually. Michael had...a different..", her words trailed off, "I have a different mother."

"A different mother. " Aletheia said plainly. " Michael never spoke about her. He didn’t speak of his family much at all-", she caught herself, somewhat embarrassed "That is um, I’m sure he just preffered to keep his private life to himself".

Our father was...well, women are often quite taken with him.

Aletheia breathed out, the weight on her chest seemed to be fading.

4 ASHES 4

The room was filled with a musty odor that pierced the nostrils. Aletheia covered her nose with one hand as she moved aside a draped curtain that divided the room.

She had forgotten the name of the previous Alchemist but she knew him to be a quite a strange man. He was not a cruel man but he had been known to be somewhat off-putting in his manner. The alchemist was someone that most people found uncomfortable to be around. His gaze was always shifting, as if he was trying to look though you to see what was inside.

Aletheia shivered. That was all hearsay to her though, she only knew him as the funny man who would talk to himself. He was always hastily walking through the castle going over formulas or reminding himself of things that needed reminding. She remembered that he would often smell of rotten eggs or vinegar or something sour that she was glad she couldn’t fully recall. Similar to the smell of the dank laboratory now.

Sam would often avoid the subject of him and Aletheia would never pry.

Aletheia’s heart sank as she saw the state of the lab. It was a room made of soot. The fire had engulfed most of the lab and the desks and shelving were in ruins. The walls of the lab were blackened with ash and the floor was rank with debris and other rubbish.

Aletheia felt defeated as she approached one of the work tables. Stacks of charred books were scattered around many with singed covers and pages. The princess picked up one of the smaller notebooks and thumbed through it.

The words on the page were fading but she could make out small bits of it.

"...qua fortis and aqua regis were crucial in the formation of the Diana’s tree to fulfill the requirements for actual calcination...combined with aqua vitae for fermentation will complete the citrinitas phase. I have surmised that for the final stage of rubedo would simply require...for fashioning the prima materia from the aether...would surpass the practices of Arka Mitra...though I am sorely lacking in materials and solubles but if...I could create any raw material I would..."

Aletheia closed the book, admitting that the words would be lost on her even if they hadn’t been burned away. She looked around, and her brow lowered. She had no place in this lab and it was beyond her to look through every book despite what few of them remained intact. She placed her hands on the table, put the book down and as she did, the burned table collapsed.

The weight of all the books was finally too much for the rotted wood and Aletheia stepped back as it fell into a broken heap of splinters. She coughed and waved away the dust in the dark room. The stacks of books had fallen over and the nearest to her was a thick red tome, with gold brim. It was dirty but it was unburned. Aleteheia was skeptical. "This is ridiculous," she said aloud, but she was already leaning over to pick it up the dusty book.

Deciding not to place it on another table, she cradled the red book in her arm and wiped the ash from the cover. The Lunar Crest shined in the light and the princess scoffed incredulously. This was surely not the book. She opened it. The title read: "The Lineage and Ancestries of the Royal Moon" and under it was the subtitle: "Kings and Queens of Veiland."

So it was the book. "That wasn’t so difficult," Aletheia thought to herself, praising her skill in detection. She thumbed through it and the pages were dingy but intact. What good fortune that none of the pages were burned at all.

PYROMANCER

“Morning,” a man greeted as Aletheia as she slowly walked by on her horse. Good morning she said back sheepishlyly. She realized the shop keeper didnst recognize her and realized that even without her hood, most peple didn’t know what she looked like. It was all because of her cursed antlers and tomato hair. It was unfortunate that she stood out so much but at least she hid herself well. She rode her horse toward the main square of skyvale. On the street were small shoppes and and various homes that people sold goods out of . Most of the people that lived I Skyvale were farmers that enjoyed being out of the city walls for the quiet nights and relaxing days when not in the field. Further toweartd the swquare wer a few restaurants as well as the  only two inns that Aletheia knew of outside of town. The Firenne sisters would surely be in one of them but she didn’t know which as of yet.

She thought of how how she would find out where they were. It seemed for second that it would be like one of her adventure stories. Would she have to make up a name and trick the inn keeper in to giving her information about the sisters Did the inn keeper give out that information freely. The  ecitedment of the situation left her as she realized she could just ask if the Firenne sisters were checked in. At that moment Aletheia began to feel good for some reason. She was actually doing something on her won and it made her at once beam with pride and gult. She has done this before and it didn’t lead to anywhere good. She decided to hkeep her escitemnt She dicided to keep her excitement restrained.

Alethai reached the end of the street that opened into a circular courtyard with a well in the center . Around the courtyard were the various restaruants that she had never been to but were beginning to open ifor the day. She could smell the rich nutty smell of freshly baked goods fill the air. 

At the end of the courtyard was the Whith Knight Innn and she decided that she may as well start theyre. She dsmounted her horse and began to walk toward the inn. She wanted to at least take in the sights around her while she was here. She only lef the castle a feew times out of the year outside of official princess busness and she rarely left the city. In fact she could ntr remember the last time she was actually in Skyvale. It was visible from her balcony but shen now cuoudlnt recall if she had ever gbeeen here. . She was beginning to feel more at ease in her surrounding sow and less of afraid of being noticed. .

Oh what a beautiful vest, an old woman said to Aletheia, as she passed by. She turned to see and old woman setting up some small assortment of clothing outside of hon the front porch of a shoppe. “Pardon me?:. Oh the embroidery on your dress dear. It’s very beautiful. Who made it? Aletheia grmaced as she realized the expensivedness of her clothing. Oh I’ uh…it was a gift from my mother. She made it for hme to grow into,

She was quite the talent . Im Matty Magrew, I make all kindsof gowns and garmetns from all maner of material, and yet I;ve never seen such gracefull work .  Who is your mother dear? What was her name?

“It was, uh…” Aletheia stammered. “Aletheia you fool, the princess thought to herself, just think of a name, a name. Your mothers name, say something, She couldn’t believe that her mind began to blank in such a moment.

Suddenly aa a loud crash was heard behind her.  She turned to see some pottery fall to the floor, breaking and shattering as the shopekeeper looked on. . “Oh no not again. Youd bet be off quickly dear, wouldn’t want youo to get mixed up in this.

Aleteia saw that in front of the small pottery shoppe were three men cald in bladck and brown clothing the two on the ends closest the the shopepe were carrying  a dagger and a short swrod respectively. Behind them a tall man in a  grey rove was holding a walking stick gnarled walking stick. Aletheia couldn;’t get a good look at them but aonther of the men smashed apot as he yelled something at the shopekeepr.

What is happening asked Aletheia.

Its that man again. Hw’s been here twice before claiming to represent the C rown. Claiming to epresent the crown.

The Crown, what does hee want”

Taxes motly. He has already come twice ant we have paid both times but if we can’t pay, he just wrecks our shopps. You would think if the crowns representative would be more inclidend to be civilixzed. Perhaps taking upt the issue with the King.’’How do you know he’s telling the truth,

Well e has the Silver Feather. He’s the must be from the castle

The silver feather?

How may times have aI told you that this is the new High Champion of Selene. This is the Pyromancere.

The pyromancer?  Lat week you seaid you were phe firesatarter that represented the Lunar Guardeian.

The lunar guardian is dead Why can’t you people accept that.

The lunar guardian is not dead and if he was we would have known thea the High hampion of our city is not longer with us.

Th ehigh Champion is right here, Hees

A fraud aletheia shouted.

The men and the mand in the grey robe turned. Aletheia hesitated for a monetn as she sawy that he was waring a mask designed similar to a cow skull.  The was almost intimidated before sehe remembered  that wsh… she was only intimidated or  amoment before prekindlilng her eanger.

Who are you?

I can ask you the same thing. You are not the High hampion of Selene.

Take the seyour men and elave these people alone or  there will be consequences..

The man in the mask studied her silently for a m moment. Before shiftein g the walking stick from his left hand to his right and openein his arms .

You doubt my title? Can you not see that I carry the feather of the Hight Champoin

You carry it maybe. But it doesn’t belong to you and you haven’t earned it.

Who are you to say what I’ve earned little girl The Lunar Guardian wadidn’t earn his gifts  I am the Hich Champion of Slene. The Pyromancer.

He raised his staff to her threatening her.  Yur a headrtrong brat that  doesn’t deserve my mercy but I will give you this once. Run home aRun home and I will forget that you mettled I the affaris of the King.

My lady, a man behind alethaeia said. Let me handle this.

The mand was carrying a knight sword asnd nodded to Aletheia as hw walked past. An older man with a whiete beard and slicke back hair . He didn’t’ seem at all frail thought. In fact, he looked like he was a ,

You’re no High Champion the man said. You’re simply thugs.

This doesn’t concern you blacksmith

It does. Your causing trouble in my town. Leave now and this doesn’t have to get worse.

Your apprentice paid your tax for you already. .

And then some, it seems. Are those not my swords that you took from him.

You mean our swords. Why don’t you stand aside before we bury one in your chest old man.

The Lunar Guardian is my Champion.

Youre the Blacksmith. Figaro was it? The Lunar Guardian is dead.

Little girl, let me show you who your Champion is.

The eman in Pyromancerbroke off a peoce of bark from the  wlking stick and held it in his palm aletheia watched as it ignitged  in his hand, createing a small flame that grew larger. The pyromancer seemed to feed the flame with the movement of his hand, embers spinning about in the air. With the flick of his wrist, he sent out a fireball that struck Figaro in the hand, knocking him back. the blacksmith cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, the sword dropping with hime.. Aletheia ran to his side and tried to lift him, “Are you, alright.” She asked. 

The two thugs were laughing at the spectacle but the Pyromancer was silent. He played with the flame in his hand for a moment before speaking. “Yes you two are quite the heroes it seems,” he taunted. He twirled the flame in his hand once more, “Do you know what burning flesh smells like?” The threw another fireball at the boot of the blacksmith. The flame ignited the top of the boot and quickly began to spread. Figaro and Aletheia both frantically patted at the flame as the thugs began laughing once more.

The Pyromancer sent out another flame just as the pair put out the first. The fire burned at the blacksmith’s feet and quickly scorched his other foot. An ember caught Aletheia’s left glove and singed the fingertip. Before she could react, the flame had already engulfed the fabric on her hand. The Pyromancer seemed to enjoy. She strained to pull off the glove when, suddenly, It felt like a bucket of rainwater had been poured on her.

Aletheia froze in place. The chill of the morning made the water feel colder than it was, but the heat on her hand was gone. The fire on her glove had been put out, as well as the billowing flame next to her. Figaro held his legs where his pants had been singed. White trails of steam floated from the tattered fabric and the ground between them. Aletheia turned to see Susanna walk up from behind the well, followed by Morgana. They passed the princess and stood in front of her. Morgana held a small dagger in her right hand while her left hand dripped with water. Susanna spun around a bronze spear then held it up, pointing it at the three brigands. “Boys, youre being a little rough with the old man and his fool of a daughter.”

 “Wonderful.” The Pyromancer sighed. “Now who are you?”

Susanna ignored the question. “You alright back there?” she asked while never lowering her spear or her gaze.

Aletheia had removed her glove and let it fall to the ground. “I think so.” She was still dripping from the water but tried her best not to shiver. Before she could een think to do it, she was picking up Figaros  sword. The blacksmith could only look at her as he lay in the mud holding his legs. Aletheia ‘s heart raced and she coudlnt be sure if it was from the cold or thwat was to come. NShe stood next ot Morgana and held out the sword in one hand beside the sisters.

“I wasn’t asking you little girl.” Susannah taunted her.

She was not accustomed to using such a largre blade but wanted they didn’tt know that .  Susannah looked so determined as she held her spear. Morgana held a small dagger and seemed  like her whole body was tightednd up to be released like a bow string. Both sisters looked like they had done this before. Aletheia hoped that she looked the part too.

The Pyromancer looked at them all. Three little girls playing soldiers” The pyromancer chided at them. This should be fun. He said, dropping his staff.

I think you’ve had enough fun for one day.” Said Susannah said.

 “Oh come now. The day is just beginning.” He said. The mancer flung his robe to the side revealing a longsword on his left hip. He pulled out the sword with his right hand, then held it in front of him. The blade shimmered with an iridescent color in the morning light. He touched his left hand to the blade, then swung the sword outward as if pulling it from the sheath. The blade roared as it ignited with a brilliant blue flame. The two thugs behind him were silent now and it seemed like the Pyromancer had truly shown himself.

Susannah yelled out, “Morgana” and her sister crossed her hands above her head. Her left hand glistened with a fine sheen of liquid as the water from the well spilled forth in a column that rose behind her. With well practiced ease she dropped her arms and the water separated, following the motion of her hands as she as she brought them together with a clap. The two streams crashed into the villains from each side like a clear battering ram. The two thugs fell back as their swords flew away from them from the force of the water. It was enough to put out the flaming sword that the Pyromancer held as well.

The Mancer himself was able to remain on his feet had lost his focus for a split second to see his comrades fall. It was enough of an opening for Susannah to close the distance. She swung the back end of her spear in a wide arc as she approached, landing a fierce blow to the side of the Pyromancer’s face. The white mask shattered as the Mancer’s feet left the ground and he spun back over the wooden counter of the shop.

The shopkeeper was yelling furously as the Pyromance tumbled into his shoppe, knocking his products in every direction. The Princess was barely paying attention as she lowered her sword, taking a step back. She almost fell over herself in awe of the Firenne Sisters.  She hadn’t seen anyone move with such speed and grace. Aletheia was beside erself when she felt Morgana take her gloved hand. Come on, she yelled pulling her away toward back toward the Inn. Sussannah turned and followed close behind, just as the two thugs began to pick themselves up. They scrounged desprerately fro thteir weapons as they coughed up water. The shopkeeper was still yelling at them when the Pyromancer pulled himself out of the wreckage. He threw himself over the wooden coutner and falling to the ground. “Get up” he yelled ot his two comrades. “Get the horses.”