 
## **Contents**

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CHAPTER ONE Open Your Heart ~ The 'Lock'et ~

CHAPTER TWO Two Worlds Collide ~ A Heart Warning Story ~

CHAPTER THREE Only Thinking ~ You Can't Fight History (or Her's) ~

CHAPTER FOUR A Royal Feast ~ God Stress the Queen ~

CHAPTER FIVE A Small Adventure ~ Throw In the Owl ~

CHAPTER SIX Expired? ~ Father Knows Rest ~

CHAPTER SEVEN Priscilia's Penchant ~ Prissy In Pink ~

CHAPTER EIGHT Just the Half Truth ~ Of a Half Wit ~

CHAPTER NINE A Short Rescue ~ Prince Harming ~

CHAPTER TEN Setting Off for Adventure ~ Something Old, Something New, Something Rushed, Something With Crew? ~

CHAPTER ELEVEN Any Horse in a Storm ~ When Supplies Go Awry ~

CHAPTER TWELVE Where Did He Go? ~ A New World Disorder ~

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Circle the Dragons ~ That Extinct Stink ~

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Unannounced Visitors ~ Fish Out of Fodder ~

CHAPTER FIFTEEN It's Nobody Right? ~ The Trade Charade ~

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Always Herself ~ Fish and Ships ~

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Beasts of Butterfly ~ Boared Out of Her Mind ~

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Runaround ~ Blissfully Run-aware ~

CHAPTER NINETEEN The Rothen Riot ~ Civil Sore ~

CHAPTER TWENTY Magic, Monsters, Marine ~ We Be Leavin' Magic ~

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Help for Haven ~ All's Not Fair in Cove and War ~

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Angel to the Rescue ~ Tall, Dark and Troublesome ~

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Removed? ~ Fight Sire With Fire ~

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Strange Scenery ~ Sunken Measure ~

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Mistress of Modindas ~ A Game of Cat and Louse ~

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX Turnabout is Fair Trade ~ Sea Horse Remorse ~

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN The Return ~ Look Before You Creep ~

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT Back to Butterfly ~ It All Addus Up ~

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE The Isle of Wattin ~ Lost in the Myths of Time ~

CHAPTER THIRTY A Setback ~ No Excess of Success ~

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE Smooth Sailing ~ The Cruise Blues ~

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO Homecoming Queen ~ Duressed for Success ~

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE It's Nobody's Business ~ Don't Drop the Ball ~

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Steeling the Silver Isles ~ With Princesses and Tiny Cats ~

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE Gown With the Wind ~ The Dress Test ~

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Metilian Majesties ~ Coronation in a Foreign Nation ~

THE

GOLDEN

LOCKET

Stephanie Mayor

Copyright © 2014 Stephanie Mayor

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ISBN-13: 9780993959349

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CHAPTER ONE

Open Your Heart

~ The 'Lock'et ~

It was an exquisite locket, created in gold, heart-shaped with flowers skillfully engraved about the edges and a stylized letter 'N' in the center. Since her parent's sudden disappearance, Stephanie had taken to keeping this treasure close. The small golden heart seemed to resonate with their presence. Holding it brought her a lingering echo of the love and security she had taken for granted, only a month ago.

Her own heart aching, Stephanie sat on the bed in her little attic room, half listening to the steady drumming of the heavy rain on the rooftop. She absently stroked her cat, Angel, gently caressing behind her fuzzy ears and under her chin. She had once described Angel as 'a noble and beautiful beast, with eyes of crystalline blue and fur of gold, earth brown, deep black, and snow white'. (As you might guess, Stephanie was given to reading and writing stories in her spare hours.)

She stopped petting Angel and held the locket with both hands, examining it yet again. Angel looked at it too, clearly annoyed at this interruption in her attentions. Stephanie increased the pressure of her grip on the locket. When she pressed it tightly between her fingers, she felt a deep sense of security and comfort. She could almost hear her parents' voices in muted conversation and laughter, as if they were once again just downstairs in the kitchen, sharing a pot of tea.

The first time she experienced the sensation, she had even run downstairs, convinced of their miraculous return. She had raced headlong into the kitchen, only to find the lady from the government there.

"No running in the house!" commanded the woman sternly. (The government had appointed her to care for Stephanie and I suppose she meant well, but she was all about the rules of the house and the filling out of government paperwork.) As best she could, Stephanie had hidden

her disappointment, made her apologies, and immediately returned to her room.

\- - -

As a locket, the emphasis seemed to be on the first syllable, as the catch would not release. Her mother had mentioned perhaps taking it to a jeweler for repair, but in the general commotion that is life, she had not gotten around to it.

"I wonder what's inside?" she mused aloud to Angel, scratching her under the chin. The cat looked up at her approvingly, purred loudly and rolled on her side to get a tummy rub.

"Old pictures of relatives from long ago? An inscription perhaps?" asked Stephanie, running her fingers along Angel's feathery soft underbelly. "And why do I even bother talking to you? You never answer back," she smiled warmly at the cat and lay back on her puffy patchwork quilt, another gift from her mother.

Stephanie held the old locket above her face, twirling it around and admiring the engraving. According to her mother, it had been in her family for many generations.

"It goes to the first born girl each time it gets passed down," her mother had explained when they examined the treasure together. "...Until the end of time." Stephanie had asked her about the last part, but her mother had just smiled her secret smile and said, "Perhaps you will pass it down to your daughter?"

Stephanie continued to twirl the locket, then held it again tightly in her hands - savoring the warm, comforting sensation. She traced over the finely engraved gold with her slender fingers. Stephanie stopped at the catch and, as she had done many times before, she pressed it. This time, however, her breath caught in surprise.

As if it was being pulled from the inside, the catch on the old locket gradually disappeared, retreating farther than she had pushed it. Slowly and noiselessly, the locket itself swung open...

CHAPTER TWO

Two Worlds Collide

~ A Heart Warning Story ~

Stephanie stared at the locket and the rest of her neat and tidy room started to blur, as if she were looking at it from outside – back in through the rain-streaked dormer window. The locket itself seemed to increase in brightness and clarity until it was almost all she could see. She sat up quickly, blinking rapidly to try to clear her vision.

"Angel...!?" she called out, her voice quavering. Angel gave a little cry in response and jumped into her lap. In a panic, she fumbled with the locket, trying to fold it closed. The locket resisted her efforts, remaining steadfastly open. It also remained almost painfully clear in her eyes, every detail seemed deeply magnified.

The rain began to thrash deafeningly against the roof of the little house, pounding down as if suddenly furious at being left outside. Then she was aware of a sound, gradually increasing in intensity, like air rushing into a massive vacuum. Stephanie had read enough fairy tales to know that something significant was about to happen. She was trembling severely, partially from excitement, mostly with fear.

The little hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood straight up and a cold, electric shiver went through her body. She felt a pulling, as if the locket and herself were being magnetically drawn together. Abruptly, her hands snapped to her chest, directly over her heart.

Without the clarity of the locket in focus, her whole world was a blurry rush, a swirling and dizzying mixture of the little room, wind, rain... then, strangely, grass... trees, flowers, and... blue sky?

She closed her eyes tightly to quell her rising queasiness. The locket was hot in her fingers now, and the pulling grew in intensity until she felt that she would be turned inside out. Her ears popped and as suddenly as it began - it stopped.

Stephanie blinked rapidly and looked around, her mouth falling open in awe. She was sitting in velvety soft grass at the top of a gentle hill. At the base of the hill there was a sparkling brook. She could hear it laughing and bubbling to itself as it progressed through the lush valley below. A wide tree spread over her, its canopy of broad emerald leaves providing a blissfully cool shade. This was a very good thing as the day was incredibly bright, the sky an almost unbearably brilliant azure. She found herself squinting, as now everything appeared with the same searing clarity that the locket had, back in her room.

She looked down at her hands. She was still holding the heart-shaped object, but it was now, strangely, closed. Angel was in her lap, perfectly still, blue eyes wide open, sharp claws fully extended into Stephanie's thigh. The pain suddenly penetrated her bewilderment and Stephanie stood up abruptly. Angel fell to the ground and then so did Stephanie, as a wave of dizziness came over her.

She stood back up but promptly fell once more. She sat for a few seconds and then tried again, very slowly this time. As she stood up, she realized that she was now somehow taller than before; her extra height was adding to the oddness of it all. She also felt somehow older than her twelve years and at the same time, very, very nauseous.

Swaying gently, she took stock of her altered state. She blinked rapidly, as if to clear this peculiar dream from her eyes. Instead of her old flannel pajamas, she was now wearing a long silky gown of blue almost like ice, the exact shade of her eyes. It had a silver trimming of lace at the bottom and around the long sleeves which draped over her fingers. The dress fell off her shoulders slightly, and there was a very stylized silver 'N' embroidered on the bodice. She recognized the dress, she had drawn one just like it in her private notebook about a week ago.

Stephanie took a deep breath. Her queasiness began to dissipate, quickly replaced by a tremendous surge of well-being. She felt alive as she never had before. Stephanie scooped Angel up in her arms and hugged her, dancing lightly down the slope towards the stream.

"Let me go, you half-wit!" Angel hissed.

In her amazement, Stephanie almost dropped Angel. She held her precious pet at arm's length and cheered,

"Angel! You can talk? I must be dreaming..." Her voice trailed off as she suddenly realized that they were not alone. Slowly, she lowered her still fussing cat to the ground.

On the opposite bank of the stream was a black horse and a handsome young man. He was slightly taller than Stephanie and about her age, with broad shoulders and golden hair. His deep blue eyes were watching her with obvious amusement.

"Oh, sorry... hello?" she asked. (She was not sure what to say, he looked especially royal.)

"Hello, Maiden," he replied, deftly crossing the stream by jumping on the exposed boulders. Once across, he bowed deeply, "I am Prince Aidian."

"I'm Stephanie," she said shyly.

"I have not seen you before this day. To where do you belong?" asked the prince curiously. His open smile and his friendly, melodious voice put her at ease instantly.

"To tell the truth, Your Highness, I have no clue where I am." Then she added thoughtfully, "Much less where I belong."

"Well, you are now in Yorkyin Land," he said proudly. "A kingdom in the land of Metilia - the land of beauty."

"Is that anything like the far-away lands I've dreamed of?" she asked excitedly. Aidian backed away a little, looking confused.

"Far Away Lands? Are you on a journey to these places, Maiden?"

"No, just places I have read of... and dreamed of... beautiful places, with talking animals," she said with a sigh.

"Ah, I see," the prince responded, a little more relaxed now. "Well, it is the 'land of beauty'... and yes, of course all have a voice here."

"Ahem!" came an impatient noise from behind Prince Aidian.

"Sorry, Night!" the prince raised his voice a little and announced: "Dear Maiden, this is the stallion... Nightwind!" Then he whispered, "Speaking of talking animals, he gets quite angry if he is not properly introduced."

The beautiful black horse joined them, clearing the stream with a single jump. He stopped, posed for a second for everyone to admire him, then he glanced down towards Stephanie's feet.

"Well hullo, what is this?" Nightwind asked, spotting Angel. He nosed her experimentally, knocking her over in the process. Angel, who had also been feeling left out of the introductions, took exception to this treatment. She scrambled to her feet and promptly stuck one of her claws in Nightwind's nose. The horse jumped back and whinnied loudly.

"Angel!" Stephanie said furiously, glaring at her cat.

"What?" asked Angel defensively. "That overgrown donkey was obviously trying to attack me." She eyed the prince and his horse suspiciously.

"Nightwind would not hurt any living thing, especially a fellow talking animal," said the prince, checking his horse's nose.

"Am I going to die?" Nightwind asked dramatically. "That beast hath killed me, hath it not?" Abruptly, the horse rolled over and laid on the ground, legs stretched toward the sky.

The prince laughed. "You mad beast, you are fine! It is but a scratch and from a tiny cat yet! Are you not a proud and noble horse?"

"Hey mister, I'm a Birman, a proud and noble cat. Legendary, even!" spat Angel angrily, bouncing around on her hind legs and jabbing at the air with her fore paws like a boxer. "You don't want to mess with me!"

Stephanie sighed with embarrassment. Then the prince caught her eye and they both collapsed together in the soft grass, laughing uncontrollably at their animal companions.

"This is wonderful..." said Stephanie a few moments later, wiping the tears of mirth from her face. "I've been here but a few moments, yet this place already feels like home... only more so."

"Speaking of home..." said Aidian as he stood up. "I really must go. Would you care to accompany me to the castle?"

\- - -

As she had nowhere else to be, Stephanie found herself riding on the back of a handsome black horse named Nightwind, behind a prince named Aidian, to a castle named she knew not what – a mere ten minutes and a universe from her bedroom.

\- - -

"Apparently here it doesn't matter if the horse talks or not, you still ride it," Stephanie thought to herself. She looked behind her to see if Angel was still keeping up to Nightwind's easy trot. Angel had strongly rejected the idea of riding any horse, either talking or mute:

"Ahem! Now that you can finally understand me, I would like to get a few things straight. First of all... I am not, and I repeat not, your cat," she said irritably. "You are my girl, got that?"

Stephanie laughed, "I've suspected it for years, Angel."

"I'll walk or run beside the 'beast', I just don't know about this," Angel said, looking around her distrustfully. "It could be a trap."

The landscape rolled dreamily by, Stephanie marveled at the beautiful tall flowers, their breathtaking colours punctuating the brilliant green of the grass and trees. The wind blowing in her face was sweet and fragrant. She sighed happily.

\- - -

"So, fair maiden, from whence do you hail?" asked Aidian. They had paused for a moment to give their mount a chance to graze on some particularly lush grass.

"This is a different world from mine, I suppose," she replied. "I had never even heard of Metilia." Stephanie paused thoughtfully for a moment. "I desperately hope that I'm not dreaming, or that if I am, I never wake up."

"This is no dream, Maiden. I can assure you of that," Aidian said earnestly. "But, please tell me, how did you arrive in our world?"

"I'm not sure," she said slowly. "I suppose my mother's locket... I mean..." She paused and sighed in confusion. "I really don't know. My mother's locket, well... I suppose it's my locket actually. Anyway, I opened it up, it was stuck before, but this time it just opened and then... strange things started to happen." She held the locket out by the chain for him to see. "I don't want to open it now, in case I get sent back."

Angel, who had contented herself thus far with flexing her claws and glaring at the prince from Stephanie's side, quickly spoke up. "Don't you dare play with the locket!" she hissed. "I will not return to that place."

Stephanie was quite taken aback by the tone of Angel's voice.  
"It is beautiful here, Angel, but what was so bad about home?" (Stephanie had in fact often envied Angel her life of luxurious relaxation, with no worries and no responsibilities.)

Angel looked at Stephanie incredulously. "Have you," she asked. "Ever eaten... cat food?" She practically spat out the last two words.

"Well... no," Stephanie admitted. "I'm sorry, was it that bad?"

"Put it this way, I have no idea what the food is like here, but I'm willing to take my chances." She raised her nose in the air and drew in a deep breath, "Besides, I smell adventure in this place... adventure and excitement!"

The prince smiled, "Your companion is correct. You need to find out why you are here." He glanced down at the locket, "There is no happenchance, you must quest for the meaning."

"Quest for the meaning..." repeated Stephanie wonderingly. "But what if my coming here is just some sort of freak accident?"

"There is no happenchance," Aidian repeated seriously, shaking his head. "We should be on our way." He motioned for Nightwind.

\- - -

When they arrived, Stephanie's breath was quite taken away. The castle was enormous and looked as if it had come straight out of a fairy tale, complete with turrets that reached up to the sky. Brightly coloured flags flew from the battlements and all the stonework was a gleaming white. A large wooden drawbridge was down across the moat. Stephanie noticed golden fish jumping out of the water below her when they entered the castle.

Aidian climbed down from Nightwind and helped Stephanie off. Angel stayed right by Stephanie's side, eyes darting in all directions, alert to any danger. There was no shortage of activity for her to monitor. The castle courtyard was huge, like a compact city, fairly bustling with people and animals.

A uniformed guard ran towards them quickly.

"Welco..." he started to say, then his eyes widened, his mouth opened and he collapsed to the ground. "Help!" he yelled. "Get it off!" They looked down and saw Angel wrapped around his leg. She was hanging on with all her claws, her tail fluffed out like a feather duster.

Stephanie, appalled by her cat's actions, reached down to help. She struggled with Angel and finally pulled the cat off.

"Angel, we are guests here, you have to behave!" Stephanie whispered to her cat through clenched teeth.

Angel rolled her eyes and whispered back defensively: "How was I supposed to know? He could have been dangerous, rushing up on us like that."

Stephanie touched the chain of the locket around her neck so Angel could see. She brought her lips close to the cat's ear. "Cat food!" she hissed. Angel's eyes opened wide and she sat down quickly. Stephanie glared at her.

"Ah... Maiden?" Aidian asked awkwardly. Once he had her attention, he motioned that they should move on. Stephanie smiled nervously and followed him, grabbing Angel's front paw and dragging her unceremoniously along behind.

They left the courtyard and entered the castle proper, walking along hallway after hallway, the echoes of Nightwind's hooves loud in the stone corridors. This went on for quite a while and Stephanie marveled to herself at the size of the structure.

Finally, they stopped at the entrance to a huge room. The walls and floor were of stone, like the rest of the building, but there was a sapphire coloured woven carpet on the floor and gorgeous tapestries hanging along the high walls. A tremendous arch built into the back wall had a raised platform for three beautiful thrones, two of which were currently occupied.

"Son! How was the hunting? Come back without a beast I see," said the king jovially as they entered. He was a kindly looking, rounded man with a short gray beard and deep blue eyes like the prince's. (His name was King Herick the Kind and he had earned it well, but that, my dear reader, is another story.)

"Back without a beast? Best look again," said Nightwind under his breath.

"Night!" the prince said angrily, lightly slapping the horse's side. "You are a very rude horse."

"I meant the cat, not the maiden," protested Nightwind aggrievedly.

"Maiden?" queried the queen. She was a beautiful lady, very aristocratic looking, with long golden hair that was graying in places and eyes as green as the spring. She wore a splendid gown of crimson. (Her name was Queen Lilyann the Leader, remind me to tell you that story some day.)

"Mother, Father... I met a maiden on my travels, she is not from this land, or any nearby as far as I can ascertain." Then he added, as an afterthought, "Oh, and her small cat as well."

Stephanie stepped fully through the doorway into the room. (Her hair was a little wind-blown from their travels but she still looked quite presentable.) She curtsied respectfully and said:

"A great honor, your Majesties, my name is Stephanie."

"Hello, Stephanie," responded the king heartily, his kind eyes dancing.

"Hello... Miss," said the queen. She looked at Stephanie as if she were something that had just crawled out of the salad.

Stephanie could not meet the queen's steely gaze. She gulped and looked away nervously.

"Well?" asked the queen sharply, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What land do you come from, mystery maiden?"

"Mother!" protested Aidian. "Must you? Stephanie is my... our guest."

"Yes!" said the king, standing up from his throne. "Our guest indeed! Let us retire to our rooms and then to a feast in honor of a princess from a far land."

"I am no princess, your Majesty," Stephanie said modestly, and truthfully.

"No, she does not look as one," said the queen coldly. She turned to the woman standing beside her and her voice softened, "Mareanne, I suppose we must cut our appointment short. Would you kindly take this strange maiden to one of the guest rooms."

CHAPTER THREE

Only Thinking

~ You Can't Fight History (or Her's) ~

Meanwhile, a fortnight's ride and a reality away, there were the Familians. I wish there were not, however that does not change the facts:

"But father!" Joel protested stubbornly.

"Move it!" the king bellowed, his dark, deeply-set eyes glaring back into Joel's. Joel turned, defeated, his two brothers trailing behind him.

"With every passing day I grow more tired of him!" Joel spat, his tone laced with venom and frustration.

(You see, their father the king, was a cold hearted, vicious ruler. He had become increasingly obsessed with power and wealth. The king treated his sons like an unfortunate inconvenience and had no time for them. Since their mother's death, the three boys had mostly been left to their own devices.)

"I don't suppose he'll ever change," Nathaniel said.

"No, he's always been this way," Joel replied, shaking his head. Kirk nodded vigorously in agreement.

"I'm tired of this, we need to fix it!" Joel said with determination.

"What can we do?" Nathaniel asked.

"We could run away...?" Kirk ventured. The others looked at him with disdain. Kirk raised his hands in surrender, "Only thinking..." he apologized.

"No... actually, you weren't thinking," replied Joel, shaking his head. "We have to stay here, we are the rightful heirs to the Familian throne..."

"It is our destination," agreed Kirk sadly.

"Destiny," corrected Joel, rolling his eyes and sighing.

"So, we can't run away from it?" Kirk asked again.

"No..." replied Joel slowly, an odd expression coming over his face. "But maybe we could start running towards it."

CHAPTER FOUR

A Royal Feast

~ God Stress the Queen ~

Mareanne was a tall, beautiful lady with long, dark curls. Stephanie followed her down yet another long hallway, this one decorated with paintings of all the former kings, queens, princes, princesses, dukes, and duchesses. The hallway was floored with a carpet of woven violet.

"Here is your room, Miss," said Mareanne. Her voice was sweet and soft. "Would you like to take a bath?"

"If it is not too much trouble, that would be lovely," Stephanie replied. "Thank you so much."

"'Tis no trouble at all," smiled Mareanne. "I will send the water for you." She left, closing the door quietly behind her.

Stephanie looked around the room, trying to take in every detail at once. Angel started to look around as well, minutely examining every corner of their accommodations.

"Angel, what on earth are you looking for?"

"I don't know," answered Angel curtly, not looking up from her mission. "And what makes you so sure that we are still on earth?"

"Wherever we are, I love it here. Just look at this room!"

Even though she was not a princess, the room was indeed fit for one. It was big and yet cozy at the same time, with violet carpets and high ceilings. There was a large bay window, complete with window seat and heavy curtains alongside. There was a huge four-poster bed, a fireplace and two large comfy-looking armchairs.

She walked to the window and looked out. The scene was nothing short of spectacular. Directly ahead of her, an ocean shimmered, reflecting the brilliant blue of the sky. To the right, she could see a wonderful overview of the vivid green valley: the trees, the fields, the colourful flowers.

After soaking in the beautiful view for a few moments, she began to hear water running. Stephanie looked around and spotted a door that opened into a room with a huge stone bathing tub. Water was cascading into the tub from a small waterfall built into the wall.

Stephanie put the carved stone stopper in the drain hole at the bottom of the tub and watched. The clear stream went from cold to warm to steaming hot as it quickly filled the tub. She was beginning to wonder how she would turn it off, when the flow slowly diminished and then stopped entirely. Stephanie waited for the water to cool a little and then enjoyed her bath.

"Come on!" urged Angel impatiently. "I'll never understand this fascination you people have with immersing yourselves in water."

"And I'll never understand what the fascination is with licking the dirt off yourself," retorted Stephanie, flicking some soap suds towards her cat.

"It's efficient," replied Angel, dodging them archly. "Whenever, wherever. Saves time."

"Saves time for what?" asked Stephanie with a sly smile. "More naps?"

"Are we going to talk all day, or are you getting dressed? Hurry up, I've found you a gown for the feast."

Reluctantly leaving the huge tub, she dried and changed into the dress that Angel had found in the cavernous closet. The gown was a rich blue, with a ruffle of light blue at the bottom hem, at the end of the sleeves, and around the neckline.

There was a polite knock. Angel jumped off the bed and ran towards the door. Stephanie gave her a warning look as she walked over and opened it. The prince was standing there, dressed impressively in a suit of dark blue with gold. He bowed deeply and she curtsied automatically.

"Ready for the feast, dear maiden?"

"Yes, your Majesty."

"No need for that, please call me Aidian," he protested.

"Then call me Stephanie," she replied.

Aidian held out his arm, and they walked together to the dining hall. Angel brought up the rear, looking behind herself periodically. When they came to the foyer, Stephanie looked over the balcony. She was more than a little intimidated by the sheer size of the room below.

The white stone walls were decorated with beautiful paintings and rich tapestries. Many large wooden tables lined up to create one grand table, stretching half the length of the room. They were heavily laden with a wonderful feast. Sturdy wooden chairs lined both sides, almost every one occupied. All the guests had dressed magnificently in bright colours. The ladies were resplendent in their glorious gowns, the men dressed in fancy suits, and all were talking.

Stephanie, Aidian, and Angel stood at the top of the marble staircase which descended into the room. It had golden railings and a rich blue carpet running down the middle of it, falling gracefully to the floor below.

The dining hall was abuzz with conversations. That is, until they noticed the new arrivals. At that point, a quiet fell over the room like a blanket. Stephanie felt very nervous as she walked down the stairs, aware that all the eyes in the hall were riveted on her. Then started the whispers:

"Who is she?"

"I wonder where she is from."

"Is that her tiny cat?"

"That is strange."

"Where did Prince Aidian find her?"

"Very strange indeed."

"Watch out, I have heard that the cat is quite mad. Apparently, it attacks without provocation."

They made their way towards the head of the table where there were three empty seats, closer to the queen than Stephanie would have liked. Aidian pulled out the center chair for her and Angel hopped into it.

"Thanks!" she smiled at him smugly.

"Verily," muttered Aidian, shooting the cat a look, as he pulled out the chair to her right. Stephanie smiled apologetically and sat down, suddenly realizing that she was famished.

It was a splendid feast, a wonderful sampling of the land's delicacies. Stephanie did not know what half of the dishes were, and she had the good sense not to ask. She just thoroughly enjoyed the moment.

Her only problem was that Angel insisted on tasting everything before she would allow Stephanie to partake:

"Could be poisoned," Angel had explained tersely, through a huge mouthful of food.

After supper, everyone settled into conversation. A man to the king's right asked him:

"The lovely maiden... is she to be Aidian's queen?"

"I am certain your cart is well ahead of your horse, Landan," the king replied. "Although she seems quite a nice young woman."

"She cannot be royalty of any kind," said the queen crossly.

"Now, dear, we do not know that," reproved the king mildly.

"I do! One can just tell these things," said the queen haughtily.

Now to be fair to the queen at this juncture, I should point out that both her and King Herick were about to depart on a journey to meet with old King Dorinn of Metilia. Dorinn was advanced in years and had suffered from ill health of late.

It was speculated throughout Yorkyin that Aidian's parents might be the successors to the Metilian throne. In turn, it was surmised that Aidian himself would be crowned the new king of Yorkyin.

Aidian's mother was distraught on several counts: Neither herself nor the king really wished to leave their home. They had lived in the land of Yorkyin all their lives and truly loved the people there. Furthermore, in the event that they were called to go, she was concerned about Aidian; reasoning that he should have a suitable queen to assist him in the royal duties of Yorkyin.

Of course, Stephanie was a development that only complicated the matter.

"Now dear..." repeated the king, trying to calm her down.

"I would not allow my son to marry a simple peasant. It would be preposterous!" she said furiously.

"My mother did not mind when I married you," replied the king, who was beginning to get angry himself. "May I remind you that you were no princess either." (At this point, the queen gave him a look that might have killed another man. Fortunately for the king, he was long immune to this sort of thing.)

Also fortunately, the prince did not hear any of this - he was busy talking to his cousin, a young gentleman seated to his left.

"Really, Aidian..." chuckled the young man quietly. "If you do not marry this strange maiden, may I?"

He was very handsome, a little older than Aidian, with finely chiseled features, glossy black hair, and mint green eyes that sparkled with both humour and mischief.

"Seriously Durian, I just met her! Though she is quite sweet..." his voice trailed off wistfully.

"She looks it," Durian replied, regarding Stephanie with undisguised admiration over his cousin's shoulder.

Stephanie was lost in a daydream and was not thinking of marrying any prince at all.

"Pinch me, Angel," she said in quiet wonder, admiring the rich scene around her. "This is quite literally my dream come true." Angel, now sampling the wide array of desserts, obligingly reached over and stuck a claw into Stephanie's shoulder.

Several of the guests across the table, witnessing both this and Stephanie's subsequent yelp, were in complete agreement:

"You are so right sir, the cat is quite mad."

\- - -

"Prince Aidian?" Stephanie asked, after the feast was over. They were standing by the window in the antechamber off of the dining room, admiring the last glorious rays of the Yorkyin sunset.

"Yes, Maiden Stephanie?" he asked, smiling at her.

"I thank you greatly for your hospitality but, I must go," she said sadly.

"Go?" he asked. "But where?"

"Well, to find out why I'm here... and to discover the secrets of this locket."

"But..." he started unhappily.

"I'm sorry. I am ever so glad to have met you, but I really must go."

"May I at least travel with you?" he pleaded.

"I don't know..." Stephanie said doubtfully.

"Aidian! You are certainly not following this peasant girl!" The queen had come up behind them unnoticed. "You have responsibilities here in Yorkyin, you know that you are to rule in your Father's absence. Furthermore, you must pick a suitable queen if you are to be king. You are growing as irresponsible as Durian!"

Embarrassed at this attack that was clearly provoked by her presence, Stephanie was wishing she could just fade into one of the tapestries on the wall. She took a step back, Aidian opened his mouth to speak, Angel flexed her claws to attack, and the king walked in. Everyone stopped in mid action as he looked from face to face.

"What is all this about?" he asked sharply.

It was Stephanie who spoke up first: "Sire, I thank you kindly for your hospitality, but I must leave and seek the answers to my appearance in your land." Then she added by way of explanation: "Your son was being kind, and offered me help in my quest."

"Unfortunately, he cannot go," said the queen curtly, her face red with anger. "He has responsibilities here."

"I see..." said the king, nodding his head in understanding. He looked at Aidian directly and a slow smile crossed his regal face. There was a twinkle in his eye when he continued: "So... you wish to accompany the maiden on her quest?"

"I do, Father. She has just arrived here and she knows nothing of our land," Aidian said earnestly. "It would be irresponsible of me to send her without an escort." He directed this last statement at his mother. The queen's face had now passed from red - to quite an interesting shade of purple. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

"I see," said the king again, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Could we not send another escort to ensure the maiden's safety?"

"Exactly!" the queen cut in quickly, regaining her speech and some of her composure.

"Father, I feel drawn to this quest. I was the one to find the maiden when she first arrived," Aidian reasoned. "Might my uncle not oversee the kingdom in your absence?"

"Landan has taken the throne in the past," the king agreed, stroking his chin even more thoughtfully. "I trust him implicitly... and there is no great rush for you to take the throne. I suppose it will happen soon enough."

"Thank you, Sir!" Aidian said gratefully. He turned to leave and then called out over his shoulder: "And worry not, Mother, I do not plan on marrying anyone until tomorrow at the very earliest."

"Aidian!" the queen started, but he was already through the doorway. She wheeled around towards Stephanie. "This is all your doing!" she said, so angry that her voice was shaking. "He should be making wedding plans with a princess, not adventure plans with a peasant."

"Your Majesty," returned Stephanie civilly, but with fire in her eyes. "Since my presence here creates such conflict, I will leave immediately. I will not stay where I am not wanted."

"Lilyann!" commanded the king, looking at his wife sternly. "I will deal with this situation. Please return to the table, I will be along in a minute." The queen shot him another homicidal look, then stormed off towards the banquet table, muttering angrily to herself.

The king turned back to Stephanie and his face softened.

"Please reconsider, dear Maiden," urged the king warmly. "Aidian is correct in offering you escort."

"Thank you, but no," Stephanie replied firmly. "I will not be the cause of any more trouble here."

"If you must go alone, please allow me to offer you a horse and supplies for your quest?" asked the king, quickly changing tactics. "It would be the least I could do."

Stephanie, ready to refuse on principle, paused to consider the king's suggestion. With a sidelong glance towards the banquet table, the king added: "And, I have a fitting horse for you, a snow-white mare named Flurry."

"That is an extremely generous offer," protested Stephanie.

"I have many horses, dear Maiden, and I am hardly giving up my last. This is not a gesture of generosity, but merely common sense."

"Sadly, not very common where I come from, dear King," Stephanie replied. "Well... thank you. I gratefully accept this horse as a loan, only for the duration of my quest."

"You may take two horses if you wish," said the king graciously. "I salute your spirit and independence. I will convey your decision to the prince in the morning. I fear he will be most disappointed."

\- - -

Stephanie trailed after Angel as they went back towards their room, the stone corridors looking more foreboding as she pondered her immediate future. For all her brave words, she was more than a little concerned about venturing alone in a strange land.

Her cat did not seem to share in these worries. Leading the way purposefully, Angel was talking excitedly of adventure: "You did the right thing, Stef, I don't trust anyone here. We're better off on our own!"

\- - -

Back in her glorious room again, Stephanie packed a few things. She was grateful that the king had also advised her to take what she needed for the trip, as she had literally only the clothes on her back when she arrived.

Angel was busy as well, deep in one of the room's many closets. When she emerged, Stephanie took one look at her and burst out laughing.

"No... no way," she chuckled. "I will not be seen out with you like that. I know this all seems like something out of a storybook, but seriously? Come on, that is just way too cliché."

Angel's shoulders sagged and she looked crestfallen. In the closet, she had found boots, a cutlass, and a hat with a silver feather. The boots were far too big, she had to slide them forward to take a step. The belt for the cutlass went around her waist twice and the hat... well, actually, the hat looked quite jaunty on her. She was carrying a bow and a quiver full of arrows.

"Whatever!" Angel sniffed. "For your information, the bow is for you. This way, you can engage the enemy from a safe distance." She shuffled forward and handed the bow and quiver to Stephanie. "For myself," she continued, shuffling backwards with some difficulty. "I will rely on this..." Angel pulled the cutlass from its sheath and waved it threateningly in the air.

"That seems reasonable," Stephanie replied, still chuckling. "But those boots?"

"Well, they do slow me down a bit..." Angel admitted. "But the look..."

"Is ridiculous!" finished Stephanie emphatically, bursting out with laughter again. "They are miles too big for you." Angel muttered something inaudible about her clean white socks and stepped reluctantly out of her new footwear.

"Fine then," she sighed. "You wear them. The shoes you have on aren't fit for adventure anyway."

\- - -

It was but an hour from dawn when the two adventurers sneaked out of the castle and made their way to the king's stables. There, as promised, Stephanie found Flurry. The white mare was fast asleep in her spacious and well-appointed stall. She was a very beautiful horse, sturdily built, with large, gentle, deep-brown eyes.

"Hullo," said the mare, quite drowsily. Stephanie quickly told the horse her story and of the king's permission. At the mention of King Herick's name, Flurry straightened up and stood at attention.

"If my King requests it, I shall be honoured to accompany you on your quest," she neighed sweetly.

"Let us be off, my girl!" urged Angel, re-appearing suddenly. Stephanie chuckled and then asked Flurry's permission to mount.

"But of course, let us begin!"

They rode out of the stable into the near dawn. Mareanne, always an early riser, spotted them and ran quickly and silently to the prince's room. She knocked on his door and then opened it, not waiting for permission.

"Mareanne?" the prince yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Please forgive the intrusion, dear Prince, but your maiden has fled with Flurry. It is not right or just, you must go now and follow her. It was intended for you to befriend the maiden, as you were the first to find her. Fly now Prince! Be quick, she has already departed."

Shaking off his sleepy confusion, the prince quickly dressed and grabbed his sword and shield. He sprinted through the corridors of the castle as quietly as he could, then across the courtyard to the stables.

"Aidian?" Nightwind yawned hazily. "Where are we going?"

"I do not know, Night," said the prince tersely. "The maiden has left with Flurry. We will have to track them!"

"Flurry is with her?" Nightwind was suddenly very awake. "We must go at once!"

The prince packed his saddlebags and jumped on. Aidian reasoned that Stephanie would travel back along the valley towards where she had arrived. True to his name, Nightwind flew over the dew covered countryside, the Metilian beauty but a dark blur.

"They cannot possibly have passed this point so quickly," Aidian worried, after they had traveled for a good distance. "Perhaps she crossed the bridge and is proceeding along the other side of the stream."

"Either that, or they went the other direction entirely," Nightwind commented under his breath. He raced for the stream, and cleared it in a single jump. Once on the other side, he slowed and paused, waiting for Aidian's direction. Aidian was just about to open his mouth when they spotted not one, but two riders silhouetted against the eastern sky.

CHAPTER FIVE

A Small Adventure

~ Throw In the Owl ~

As he approached the riders in the early morning light, Aidian first recognized Flurry and then realized that the other 'horse' was actually Muddle, the donkey. (None else in the kingdom had ears quite that tall.) He spurred Nightwind on and rode toward them.

"So! You did not desire my company, Maiden?" the prince called out as they approached.

"Thank goodness it's you, I almost grabbed an arrow," Stephanie returned breathlessly.

"Advance on us again and taste my steel, foolish human!" Angel said, pulling out her cutlass and waving it threateningly at Aidian.

"Your company isn't the question, I didn't wish to upset the kingdom," Stephanie explained.

"So, you thieved our finest mare and a donkey and made off in the middle of the night?" Aidian asked pointedly. "My father is the authority in this kingdom and he gave his permission for me to accompany you."

"He also gave me permission to borrow our mounts from your stable!" she countered hotly. "I will not be accused of horse thievery."

"Oh..." replied Aidian lamely. "My apologies, I merely assumed..."

"That we were common criminals!" burst in Angel, brandishing her cutlass again. "Taste my steel, you vacuous varlet."

Stephanie turned to Angel, one eyebrow raised, "Vacuous varlet?"

"I got it from one of your stories!" replied Angel defensively.

Stephanie started to laugh, then Aidian, then both Flurry and Nightwind joined in. Angel shook her head in disgust, jumped off Muddle's back, and led the donkey up the hill to graze.

The dawn was cool, but not cold. The sun was beginning to pour over the mountain, the warm rays cascading down from the peak and flooding the Vivilayan Valley. The field around them was a deep green, the grass soft as velvet. The only sound was that of the river lazily burbling by. The horses and the donkey were grazing farther down in the valley. Angel was watching everything from a wide, comfortable branch in the tree above.

"Why did you follow me? And how did you find out that I left?" Stephanie asked Aidian.

"Mareanne spotted your departure and rushed to warn me."

"Oh..." she said. "But why did you follow?"

The prince paused for a long moment, looking up at the morning sky as if the answer were written there. When he finally spoke, she could see it was with deep conviction.

"Please understand, Maiden. I have long prayed for adventure and well... danger, I suppose. Being a prince, my life has been one of privilege, comfort and ease. Only recently have I even been allowed out hunting without my cousin. I grow anxious for challenge." Then, his voice faltered: "And I, um..."

"You what?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with the first golden light of dawn.

"I... ah,...wanted to... be with, well...help you with your adventure."

"You are..." she paused for a moment, trying to control her emotions.

"Yes?" he asked anxiously, suddenly concerned that she was taking offense at his interference.

"Simply one of the nicest people I've ever met," Stephanie replied, giving Aidian a spontaneous hug. She found now that she did not feel alone, even in this strange land. She smiled over Aidian's shoulder up at Angel in the tree. Angel glared back down at her disapprovingly and Stephanie let go of the prince.

"One of the nicest?" asked Aidian, still recovering from his surprise. "Surely then, you have not met many," he added humbly, shaking his head in disbelief.

"No need for being over-modest. Perhaps people in my world aren't as kind as those in Metilia."

"Well, if you do not object to my presence, shall we continue this adventure?" He summoned the horses, who were by now grazing quite closely nearby, trying very hard to look like they were not listening.

"Do you have any ideas about where we should start?" Stephanie asked Aidian.

"Actually, yes. I believe we should start with Twittier, at Fylndale. He travels a great deal and knows much about many things."

"Yes, let's get on then," she said cheerily, mounting Flurry. (She dearly loved to ride.) Aidian mounted Nightwind and Angel jumped from the tree to Muddle's back. Muddle looked surprised, as usual.

"It is all very well," grumbled Nightwind under his breath. "But did she have to bring her beastly little fur ball of feisty-ness?"

"Silence, talking ride-on beast!" Angel said. "And make this adventure a merry one."

Stephanie laughed, "You two get along as well as damsels and dragons, and I won't say which of you is the dragon and which is the damsel."

Angel and Nightwind both glared at Stephanie and Aidian chuckled.

A few hours into the morning, the sleepless night began to catch up with them. The horses started yawning first, then the humans, and finally, not to be left out, the donkey. Angel stifled hers, refusing to show any sign of 'weakness'. It was decided that they should stop and rest a while, so Aidian picked a spot to break camp.

They dismounted, the prince jumped off Nightwind, and held his hand out to assist Stephanie.

She climbed down without taking it, "In my world, most aren't as nice as you, but I still need to practice."

"Awful!" he replied, shaking his head. "All men should be valiant, modest, true, kind and helpful."

"All people should!" Stephanie countered over her shoulder. She and Flurry were headed over towards Muddle, who had wandered off absentmindedly.

Aidian watched her as she walked away. Nightwind noticed, nudging the prince hard with his nose, and almost knocking him on his side.

"Watching her 'safety'?" he whispered, with a little horselaugh. (It was quite a hysterical laugh, one of the kind that once you hear it, you have no choice but to laugh yourself.)

"Very funny, Night," the prince whispered back, chuckling in spite of himself.

"I see you like her, do you not, Aidian?"

"Not in the manner you suggest," he protested.

"Do too," insisted the horse.

"Do not."

"Do too."

"You like Flurry," whispered the prince, changing tactics.

"Do too... not..." the horse started and stopped. "Is it wise for us to deny this? You obviously like the maiden, as I like Flurry."

"Do not," Aidian said stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.

The horse rolled his big gentle brown eyes and sighed, "Fine, then I do not either. I just like the grass." He bent down to graze.

"Ahem," Angel coughed from behind them, making them both jump guiltily.

"Have you nothing better to do than eavesdrop?" asked Nightwind angrily, with a glare in the cat's direction.

"Scouting," corrected Angel primly. "And yes, I do now. I'm off to advise Stephanie, Flurry, and the grass of their admirers." She started to head past them with a laugh. Aidian bent down quickly, grabbing her by the scruff.

"Please keep quiet, cat," he whispered.

"Why should I?" she asked in a hiss, struggling to free herself. "Not so tight! I can barely breathe, you half-wit!"

"Verily, cat. I beseech you!"

Angel sighed and relaxed, "It's appalling to see humans beg... and you call yourself a prince?"

"That is my point, cat. I want her to know me as a prince... as a brave adventurer, not a lovesick child."

"All right, whatever. Just let me go!"

Aidian released her and she hissed, arching her back.

Stephanie looked over towards them, and called out: "Making friends, Angel?"

"Uh, yes," her cat replied with a nod. "Nice boy, this prince... and a good horse too."

"Wonderful, glad to see you are finally getting along," Stephanie said, turning back to Flurry and Muddle.

"Right. I will tell her the good about you, but you owe me much," Angel whispered. "And if you ever cross her, you will have me to deal with."

"Yes, thank you," Aidian whispered back gratefully.

"I will also tell the greatness of your horse," she said sarcastically. Nightwind lunged forward as if to bite at her, but Angel dodged and flicked her tail in the horse's mouth as she departed. Nightwind sputtered.

The prince sighed again, "Well, I wonder what Twittier will say to all this."

"He will know... something... he knows something about... everything," replied Nightwind, still sputtering cat hair.

"But this locket and the maiden are not from here?" he asked, surprised by Nightwind's conviction.

"Nevertheless, he will know."

"I hope you are right... it is a pretty locket is it not?"

"Very Aidian, very."

Aidian mumbled something about pretty as he watched the trees gently swaying in the summer breeze. The long grass was also waving slowly to the brilliant blue sky. Meanwhile the girls and Muddle were talking. (Well, more accurately, Muddle was listening.)

"So, if Aidian and Nightwind normally ride together, who would normally ride with you?" Stephanie asked Flurry.

"When she gets the opportunity to ride, I have the honor of transporting the queen," replied Flurry.

"Oh... the queen..." Stephanie said thoughtfully, then she smiled a little smile of comprehension.

"She is quite nice," Flurry assured her, yawning slightly. "Once you get to know her. You know, though, we really should get some rest." She closed her eyes and almost immediately began gently snoring. Muddle was next to doze off. Much to Stephanie's amusement, Muddle talked softly in his sleep.

"Nice weather, huh?" he muttered quietly. Angel gazed over disapprovingly, but her eyelids were also growing heavy and she too, finally succumbed to slumber.

Aidian and Nightwind returned from their patrol of the area. Nightwind trotted over and laid down beside Muddle. (Even though the donkey could be quite irritating, they were the best of friends.) Aidian sat down beside Stephanie.

"Lovely day, is it not?" Aidian asked, looking out over the lush valley.

"Very beautiful," Stephanie sighed. "It's like all I've ever dreamed."

"Will you be staying here in our world?" he asked hopefully.

"I would like to," she replied thoughtfully, thinking for just a moment about all the forms the lady from the government would have to fill out to explain her absence. "At least, until my parents return home. For the moment, they are missing and Angel is here with me, so I have no reason to go back..."

"That is wonderful," he sighed, obviously relieved.

"You think so?" she asked, tilting her head and raising one eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, yes I do," he countered, blushing.

She gave him a warm smile and his face creased into a big, handsome grin. They said nothing for a while, content to soak in the warmth of the beautiful summer day together. Stephanie stifled a yawn and soon after fell asleep with her head resting on Flurry's side, Angel napping quietly in her lap. The prince looked at his new friends and said a silent prayer of thanksgiving for his blessings. A few moments later, Angel awoke.

"It's too quiet for me, I will take over the watch," she yawned hazily. "You get some rest."

Aidian was exhausted. He dozed off quickly with his head on Nightwind's side and his feet on Muddle's back. Angel kept watch, but no one came their way and the rest awoke peacefully a few hours later.

They resumed the journey to Fylndale and during the ride Stephanie recounted some fairy tales from her world. Aidian loved her stories and in turn, told her some tales of Metilian knights, maidens, and dragons. (I must write some of them down for you, the Metilians are master storytellers.) You could tell that they both loved hearing and telling stories. It was a wonderful ride to Fylndale, for all except Angel. She was too busy watching everything, and everyone around her, with suspicion.

Later that day, they rode into the forest. The grasses gradually gave way to moss, which provided a soft and springy pathway for our travelers. As they looked at the woods that lined either side of the natural road, it became apparent that the homes of Fylndale were either built in or around each tree. When they reached what must have been the center of the little village, Aidian announced that they had arrived at Twittier's house.

Their destination was a rather large, gnarled oak tree, with a little door and a window set in the base of the trunk. There was another window not much higher up. The tree was set apart from the rest of the homes by virtue of the small, clear lake that surrounded it, giving the appearance of a moat. A tiny wooden bridge connected the forest path to Twittier's little piece of land.

The bridge appeared sturdy, but it also looked to have been designed for visitors of a smaller stature. The riders dismounted and walked across single file. Nightwind hesitated for a moment, then, not wanting to be left behind, he gracefully jumped over the water. He looked back once he had landed to see if Flurry was watching. She smiled at him sweetly and then proceeded to wade through the shallow lake herself, with Muddle in tow. Aidian knocked lightly at the door.

"Yes, yes?" Twittier called impatiently, clambering to the entrance. He was a large, brown owl, with round yellow eyes as big as teacups. He stood for a moment in surprise, swiveling his head back and forth, taking in the crowd of people and animals standing at his doorstep. (Some members of this crowd, namely Stephanie and Angel, were just as surprised to see him. They were completely unaware that they had journeyed to confer with an owl.)

Twittier's eyes lit up when he recognized Aidian.

"Ah, Prince, the prince it is, to what do I owe the honour of this... delegation?" Twittier asked warmly.

"Greetings, good sir. This maiden has questions for you," Aidian replied, indicating Stephanie by his side.

Stephanie just stood there, staring and speechless. Aidian nudged her discreetly with his elbow.

"I, uh, um, well... could you tell me about this locket?" she stammered. Then, recovering slightly, she added, "Please?"

"Of course, course!" replied Twittier. "Where are my manners, etiquette and such? Please come, come in!"

With some difficulty, they entered Twittier's home. The ceiling, while vaulting for an owl, was quite low from a human standpoint. Their mounts remained outside, the horses pretending to graze on the moss as they listened at the open door.

Stephanie loved the house, it was a compact and comfortable little den. Unlike any home she had ever seen before, all of the furniture was carved out of the tree itself. Two of the walls were notched out as bookcases, and it seemed that Twittier had quite the library. An owl-sized armchair sat at the head of the room near the bookcases. A low table and a couple of diminutive benches almost filled the rest of the space. There was a tiny spiral staircase that led, presumably, to his bedroom.

"Your home is so lovely!" Stephanie said to Twittier.

"Why thank you my dear, it was carved for me by the Terrans. The Terrans themselves," said Twittier proudly.

Once they settled in, she slipped the locket from her neck and passed it to the owl, who inspected it carefully. After he heard Stephanie's story, he paused, appearing to be deep in thought. Everyone was quiet, waiting patiently for his response. Outside, the horses had even stopped pretending to graze. When Twittier did finally speak, everyone jumped slightly.

"Hmm, yes it is not of your old world, my lass nor of this, this one," the owl said suddenly. "Close to Him, a good land my lass, a good land, meant to be peaceful, is this day, my lass, very."

Stephanie was overcome with curiosity. "What happened though? How did I get here? And how did this locket get to my world?" she asked, all too quickly. The owl closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again, staring off into the distance. His response was unhurried and thoughtful:

"I have seen," he started seriously. "Seen an object such as this, as this before. The inscription is quite significant, significantly significant." He paused, blinked slowly, and then refocused his gaze, looking directly at Stephanie.

"An invitation," he continued. "Which you have, you have accepted by your actions. The matter is urgent... urgent or possibly manifold in nature."

"Thank you, wise owl," Stephanie said thoughtfully.

"Thank you, dear Twittier," Aidian added. "We greatly appreciate your help."

"At anytime, my prince, favourite prince," responded the owl cheerfully. "Now, I hate to rush off on you after your journey, travels, but I must depart, I say. I have a previous engagement, previously."

"Farewell Twittier," Aidian said. "And thank you again!"

"But wait!" Stephanie blurted out. "I'm sorry, but you said the inscription was significant? What does it mean?"

"Obviously I cannot tell you what it means," the owl said, scowling slightly. "I can only tell you, tell you what it signifies. The 'N' in the inscription stands for: 'Nobody'. Beyond this... beyond this I cannot say, the meaning is yours... yours to discover. Now, I really must be off. Farewell travelers. Farewell!" Twittier called as he left.

They crawled out the door to share the news with the horses and Muddle. Who had of course, heard every word already.

"So?" questioned Nightwind. "What did he say?"

Angel was the first to respond: "The owl is even nuttier than the rest of you. He said that there is some urgency about a manifold," she said skeptically. "Some adventure this is, now a bird wants us to look for car parts."

"Actually," Stephanie cut in with a chuckle. "He said that it was urgent or manifold. Meaning, I think, that perhaps there is more than one purpose for our being here?"

"That is what I discerned from his speech as well," confirmed Aidian. "Which means that Metilia will be your home!" He grabbed both of Stephanie's hands in his and did a little dance.

"I suppose..." she agreed doubtfully, dancing in spite of herself. "But I need to know more. Nobody? What does that mean? And what is the purpose?"

"Adventure!" Angel declared, brightening. "We seek adventure!"

"That is true, I do seek adventure," she mused.

"Yesss!" Angel cheered.

"And I," said Flurry, also wishing for a bit more excitement than grazing offered.

"And I!" Nightwind added theatrically.

"Too me!" exclaimed Muddle, eager to be included, even though he was not entirely sure in what.

"And you, Aidian?" Stephanie asked him hopefully.

He was standing in front of her, thinking. He looked straight in her eyes and said, "Maiden, now of Metilia, I am with you to the end."

"The 'end'?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in concern.

"Of your adventure," he assured her quickly. "Would you return the favour?"

"Ah, here's the catch," Angel said grimly, crossing her paws over her chest.

"No," Aidian turned to Angel seriously. "I simply ask that Stephanie and yourself be my guests at the castle. I would request your help in ruling the kingdom, should I become king."

Stephanie thought about that for a moment.

"Yes!" she said. "I would love to stay in the castle and help you."

"Thank you, Maiden of Metilia. Now, where shall we begin this adventure?"

"I don't know where to start," she admitted, shrugging her shoulders. "Do you have any ideas?"  
"Castle and think 'bout it?" Muddle asked tentatively. (This was probably the wisest suggestion he had ever come up with.) Everyone stopped to look at him.

"I am with the uh... donkey," admitted Aidian.

"Nice weather!" beamed Muddle, and he started off towards the castle.

"Hold on, Muddle, it will be dark soon," Aidian called out. "We had better camp here until the morning."

CHAPTER SIX

Expired?

~ Father Knows Rest ~

Now, dear reader, we must return to our Familians... (although if you knew them well, I suspect that you might object to the 'our' portion of that statement).

"Uh oh," said Kirk. "This can't be good."

"I don't believe it!" Nathaniel muttered. He was staring at his older brother with a look that Joel found hard to read.

"This can't be good," Kirk repeated, shaking his head for emphasis.

"It'll be alright," Joel said, waving his hand dismissively.

"You were just supposed to make him sick," Nathaniel reminded him.

"And I did, didn't I?" Joel asked.

"You used too much," said Nathaniel, glaring at him.

"It was taking too long," replied Joel defensively. "We've been at this for days now."

"Very sick," Kirk interjected, still shaking his head. "I think he'll really punish us for this."

"Kirk, listen carefully," Nathaniel sighed. "We're gonna go over this one more time, just one more. He's dead... done... gone... taking a dirt nap!"

"Expired?!" Kirk exclaimed, his raised eyebrows registering both astonishment and sudden comprehension.

"Very," replied Nathaniel. "He won't be punishing anyone anytime soon."

"I'm glad that we won't ever see him again," declared Joel angrily. "He wasn't a father anyway, he was a tyrant."

Kirk's expression changed slowly from surprise to sadness, then relief, and finally, to confusion.

"So, now what?" he asked plaintively.

His brothers exchanged glances. Joel in particular looked to be full of ideas...

CHAPTER SEVEN

Priscilia's Penchant

~ Prissy In Pink ~

They returned to the castle over the course of the next day. The king and queen had already departed on their journey. Landan, hearing of Aidian's return, declared a banquet for that night. Stephanie had a hot bath in the huge tub and dressed in a fancy scarlet dress for the occasion. She heard a knock on her door and she opened it, hoping to see Aidian. It was Angel, who had been off on her own, 'exploring'.

"He's waiting for you downstairs," Angel said. Stephanie looked at her, bewildered for a moment. How did Angel know what she was thinking? Stephanie supposed that it was from all the times she had shared her innermost thoughts with her cat back in her room.

"Humans! Why are they all such half-wits?" Angel mumbled under her breath, shaking her head. She walked purposefully down the hallway. Stephanie, lost in her own thoughts, trailed slowly behind. When Angel arrived at the top of the wide, gently curved grand staircase leading down into the dining hall, she paused and waited impatiently for Stephanie to catch up. Then Angel began her regal descent down the stairs, trying to look as important as possible. Her one paw covered the hilt of her little cutlass and the other reached up for the banister. Stephanie followed close behind with as much poise as she could muster.

As she made her way down into the hall, she noticed that there were more tables than before and that they were now spread around the room. Even though there were dozens of them, there was still plenty of beautiful marble floor not covered. Each table was surrounded by chairs, and again, nearly all the seats were occupied.

It seemed that all the occupants were talking at once, both people and animals alike. The din was cacophonous at first, but diminished somewhat as the room began to notice Stephanie and her cat. When Aidian spotted her, he rose from his seat and pulled out the chair beside him. Stephanie sat down and the noise picked up to its fullest again as all speculated about her, Aidian and the kingdom. It appeared that everyone had turned out for the occasion. Stephanie saw Nightwind, Flurry, and Muddle at another table and waved to them. The horses nodded proudly, and Muddle waggled his ears in excitement.

Landan, the king's brother, stood up and called for order. All of the guests quieted immediately.

"People of Yorkyin, this feast is to celebrate, Prince... ahem... King Aidian," Landan announced.

Aidian rose and blushed nervously as Landan returned to his seat.

"King Landan and good people of Yorkyin, I will be leaving the castle for a journey. I have offered my assistance to this fair maiden," he paused to indicate Stephanie beside him. "With her quest. In my absence, I know that the kingdom will be in the best of hands with my uncle." He bowed towards Landan. "It is my father's wish, and I know that you all will help him in any way you can." He sat down and all cheered.

Then an old man rose and bowed toward Aidian, "Sire? I say in all due respect, why are you risking your Highness's life? Why not send a knight with her?"

Aidian stood up again, "I have sworn to help and protect this maiden and lay my life on the line for her."

"Fair words, young Sir," replied the man solemnly, and he sat down.

"Let the banquet begin!" commanded King Landan.

Stephanie and Aidian were quiet for a few moments after this. Aidian pondering just where to begin the quest, and Stephanie a little taken aback by Aidian's phrase: 'Lay my life on the line for her'.

\- - -

They ate a large and superb meal. Everyone was busy talking, laughing, and generally having a good time. Aidian smiled over at Stephanie, who was still quiet, and she smiled bashfully back at him. Angel walked behind them and tapped her human on the shoulder. Aidian did not see the cat and wondered why Stephanie looked away so suddenly.

"Let's go back to our room and sleep now, so that we can be off at dawn," Angel whispered in her ear.

"Soon, Angel. It would be rude to leave the banquet too early."

"Fine, my girl," Angel sighed and stalked off to find her new friends Flurry and Muddle. Angel smiled in spite of herself when she spotted the donkey, "Ah... my noble steed."

Stephanie turned her attention back to the feast, just in time to see a beautiful fair-haired maiden, with eyes as green as the grassy valleys and a dress of vivid pink. She was making her way across the room, heading purposefully for the prince.

"Oh my Pri-ince!" she called out in a singsong voice, as she approached with outstretched arms. "Prince Aid-i-an, my love, you have returned!"

Aidian flushed and quickly looked around, as if checking out possible routes for escape.

"Lady Priscillia," he sighed, resigning himself to his fate.

"And just who is this, Aidian dearest?" she asked icily, glaring at Stephanie. (I suppose, to be accurate, you could describe her tone as ice creamy... sugar-sweet and frosty cold.)

"This is Stephanie, the fair maiden of Metilia," replied the prince, smiling at Stephanie apologetically. He kept his eyes fixed on her, trying hard to avoid Priscillia's piercing gaze.

"Oh, am I not the fairest, most beautiful maiden in Metilia, my darling prince?" Aidian looked nervous and pulled at his collar. A bead of sweat trickled down his brow. "Well?" she demanded, pressing her hands on her hips.

"Priscillia, I believe we should discuss this after the feast."

"I will wait for you, my handsome prince!" she exclaimed, making it sound simultaneously both a promise and a threat. She gave Stephanie another icy smile, turned on her heel and headed towards the doorway.

"I am so sorry, Stephanie..." Aidian apologized quietly, once Priscillia had left. "Unfortunately, that is my mother's idea of a perfect match for me."

The word 'unfortunately' had never sounded sweeter to Stephanie. She was surprised to realize how jealous she had felt. She smiled back warmly at Aidian.

'She has the most charming and delightful smile,' he thought dreamily.

\- - -

After the meal was over, everyone lined up to thank the prince and the king. They all stopped to wish Stephanie good fortune on her quest and then filed out the door in ones and twos. Stephanie had never shaken so many hands, paws, and hooves in her life.

"Follow me, if you please," said Aidian, starting off down the hall and beckoning for her to come along. After several long hallways and two staircases, Aidian opened a large, heavy door with a flourish. He motioned Stephanie inside and then followed, closing the door behind them. They were in the castle library. It was rather like an over-sized den, but the walls were lined with shelves, and the shelves were filled with books. There was a small fire burning brightly in the stone fireplace. The room had a pleasant, lightly smoky, and slightly musty old-bookish smell.

Stephanie stood in the center, in front of the large overstuffed chair, and pirouetted slowly, her scarlet dress gently flaring. She sighed contentedly.

"It's absolutely divine," she said with enthusiasm.

"It is my favourite room in the castle," admitted Aidian. "I love reading tales."

"Me too!" Stephanie said.

"I had hoped you might like it," he replied, blushing.

(They did not realize it, but they had been followed. Angel was listening outside the door with Flurry, Nightwind, and Muddle. All four animals were in the hallway, ears pressed firmly to the door.)

Aidian sat down in one of the big comfy chairs and she in the other. He told her his favourite story of a young prince who travels to far-off places and discovers a beautiful land and a lady fair. When he finished Stephanie said dreamily:

"That was a lovely story. You tell it so well. Imagine actually traveling, exploring, and finding an everlasting friend."

"I believe I already have," he replied, looking directly into her crystal blue eyes. "And the exploring is soon to start, as we quest for the meaning of your presence."

"You think of me as an everlasting friend?" She blushed, "We have only known each other a short time. You are a prince and I'm... well, I'm nobody special."

"Nonsense! I feel that you are my friend for life... do you feel the same?"

"I do!" Her eyes shone as she looked at him.

"I am sorry for that interruption during supper. Priscillia is so annoying and childish, she is not fit to be a queen," Aidian apologized. "I am not meaning to be snobbish by that," he continued hastily. "But a queen should be smart, beautiful, enchanting... a maiden such as yourself." Aidian blushed again and looked away.

"I'm afraid I'm nothing more than a peasant girl, as your mother said," Stephanie replied sadly.

"There is more to royalty than a bloodline. It is more about who you are, not your parents, at least that is the way it should be. Besides, my father likes you, and he is not easily impressed. No, now you are the over-modest one, dear maiden. My mother, she means well, but she has her heart set on Priscillia. A friend close to my mother found her when Priscillia was but a young child. She raised her as her own and so Priscillia has lived in the castle ever since." He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, "She constantly followed Durian and myself when we were younger."

Stephanie's heart soared when she heard the prince speak this way. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment; just for a moment, though, and then the spell was broken.

The door burst open suddenly to reveal two guilty looking horses in the hallway. Rolling onto the floor just inside the room came an overturned donkey, with a cat hanging off his head.

"Angel!" Stephanie said angrily.

"Night, why are you such an impolite horse?" Aidian asked crossly.

Appearing embarrassed and confused respectively, Flurry and Muddle tried to slip away.

"You two come back here, you're all in trouble!" Stephanie ordered.

"What were you doing?" Aidian asked furiously.

"I do not want my girl to be unguarded or married without my permission!" Angel hissed.

"Married?" Stephanie and Aidian asked in unison, looking at each other in surprise.

Stephanie looked back at the cat angrily, "You crazy cat, the prince would never marry me."

"I would not?" Aidian asked, then promptly said, "I mean..."

"Uh huh..." said Angel derisively, rolling her big blue eyes.

Stephanie sighed, "It's getting late. Good-night Flurry, Muddle, and Nightwind." The horses quickly realized that they were being dismissed.

"Good-night," they replied sheepishly. Their heads were hung down but they were very relieved to be headed back to their stables. Muddle, still looking confused, followed.

"Angel, you wait in our room," Stephanie commanded, giving her cat a look that brooked no argument. Angel tried to look defiant, but did not quite pull it off. She stalked out of the room, tail down, ears flattened. When Angel had gone, Stephanie hugged the prince.

"Good-night Aidian."

"Good-night Stephanie, until the morrow."

She smiled bashfully, and looked deeply into his bright-blue eyes. He gazed back into hers, they were sparkling. Stephanie turned and walked out toward her room, and the prince's smile faded.

"Who am I fooling... she is the perfect maiden, far too good for me," he sighed tiredly. He then left the library, and made his way towards his room.

"Ai-di-an!"

He flinched as he heard his name being called. Slowly he turned around... "Hello, Priscillia."

"Where have you been! I have been waiting for practically hours!" she complained, her lips set in a pout.

"We must speak," said Aidian quietly.

"Yes, my darling?"

"I am sorry, Priscillia. I am not your darling. I cannot and will not have my mother choose my queen."

"Excuse me?" she asked in disbelief, staring at him as if he had gone mad.

"Sorry, Priscillia," he said firmly, then he continued more softly: "Please understand that this is the way it must be."

"You will rue this day, Aidian!" she screamed angrily. "Your mother was right! You are a foolish prince. You are not fit to be a king and you will never have me as your queen! It is too bad you are an only child."

Priscillia stormed off, as furious as she possibly could be. Aidian headed slowly back to his room, wondering what she meant about it being too bad that he was an only child.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Just the Half Truth

~ Of a Half Wit ~

"So what should we tell them? That we killed our father to fulfill our destiny?" asked Nathaniel, looking at Joel pointedly.

"I suppose we have to tell them something..." Joel agreed thoughtfully, ignoring the latter half of his brother's statement. "We can't just prop him up on the throne and carry on."

"They're gonna be mad at us," Kirk observed with concern. (The boys laboured under the misconception that their father was universally loved by the populace.)

"We're not going to tell them what really happened," said Joel in disgust. Kirk bowed his head and sighed.

"No, we can't tell them that," agreed Nathaniel. "That would get us in a huge amount of trouble."

"So, not telling the truth?" Kirk asked for confirmation.

"No!" shouted Nathaniel in exasperation.

"Actually, just the half truth," Joel amended, a sly smile playing on his face. The other two looked at each other and then back at a now broadly grinning Joel.

"Last time you had that look, father died," Kirk said worriedly.

CHAPTER NINE

A Short Rescue

~ Prince Harming ~

In the morning, after all had a good night's sleep, Aidian took Stephanie and Angel on a tour of the grounds surrounding the castle. They were admiring the sleek golden fish in the moat.

"They're beautiful," Stephanie observed.

"Very tasty," Angel agreed, licking her lips. "I know what I'm having for lunch."

Aidian had just opened his mouth to reply when Landan came rushing toward them.

"Aidian! Thank the heavens I found you."

"What is wrong, Uncle Landan?"

"Durian, he is missing!" Landan said frantically.

"Cousin Durian, missing?" Aidian asked. "When had you seen him last?"

"He went hunting not long after you two left, but he promised to return yesterday," worried Landan. "Dayflier was with him, but neither have returned."

"Durian can be a little irresponsible at times..." Aidian reminded him tentatively.

"In many ways, agreed... but he always comes home on time."

"Where was he headed?"

"Close to Heaven's Towers, through the Farain Forest."

"Do not worry, we will leave immediately and begin searching," Aidian assured him.

\- - -

The group gathered together in the courtyard.

"So, this is where our adventure leads," said Flurry thoughtfully.

"An interesting start to our quest," Aidian said, half talking to himself. "Stephanie, are you certain you wish to accompany us?"

"Of course! If you are willing to assist me in my quest, how can I not wish to help you with one of yours?" she replied enthusiastically.

They packed the horse's saddlebags with supplies for the journey. Aidian quickly polished his sword and shield, while Stephanie packed a little satchel for Angel.

"All ready?" Aidian asked, when everything was packed and the horses, (and Muddle), were saddled.

"Off to adventure!" Flurry cheered. (Flurry adored the idea of adventure, even though she had never actually been on one.)

Once on their mounts, they set off for the Farain Forest, Landan waving them farewell as they galloped away.

\- - -

They rode to the west of the castle grounds, crossed the river at the bridge and proceeded up the valley.

"Quite quiet today isn't it?" Angel asked, looking between Muddle's large furry ears.

"Quiet indeed, my fair and feisty feline," Nightwind replied.

"I find adventure irresistible!" added Flurry merrily.

"Agreed!" Aidian said, looking over at Stephanie for confirmation.

Stephanie was the only one contributing to the quiet her fellow adventurers spoke of, her eyes were narrowed and focused on the horizon. She was contemplating the task ahead, very aware that she was in a completely different world from her own. At the same time, she was immersed in the sheer beauty of Yorkyin. As far as the eye could see, (which seemed quite a distance given the extreme clarity of her vision in this place), the land was a deep green and stunningly beautiful. The world was still damp from the dew, the valley jeweled with beads of water, shining in the morning sun.

They rode on all day, with only the briefest of stops to rest and eat. It was nightfall when they reached their first destination, a veritable wall of densely packed, tall, dark trees.

"The Farain Forest," breathed Aidian, not a little intimidated by the sight.

"The 'Dark and Creepy Forest' would have been a better name," Flurry muttered, shuddering under Stephanie. This felt quite strange to Stephanie, although she was doing some shuddering of her own.

"Farain means feral or untamed," Aidian explained.

"That seems to suit... it is eerie isn't it?" Stephanie asked fearfully.

"I fear it not!" Angel replied boldly.

"I'm wit' da purncess," Muddle said, backing slowly away.

"I am with the princess," corrected Nightwind gently.

"Except I'm not actually a princess," Stephanie reminded them.

"Yah, too me," Muddle nodded in agreement, still backing away.

Nightwind sighed and rolled his big chocolate brown eyes. Flurry did a little horselaugh, (which feels quite peculiar when you're riding the horse).

"What do you think Prince?" Angel asked.

"It is but trees," he said, more confidently, and much more daringly than he felt. "For now we make camp, tomorrow we will venture into the forest."

Stephanie and Angel set out the blankets, some food, and other necessities for the evening. Aidian gathered wood, and lit a fire. After the smoke died down, Stephanie cooked them some supper.

\- - -

They all sat around the fire, eating supper amidst their discussions.

"I am not so sure about this," Flurry murmured softly, looking up from where she was grazing towards the huge wall of forest beside their camp.

"I'm alright with it... think of the poor Prince Durian," Stephanie said valiantly.

"Yes, we must go," Aidian agreed. "For my cousin, and my uncle."

"I am with you, Aidian," Nightwind said boldly.

"As am I," Angel said seriously, reaching for seconds.

"Nice weather, huh?" asked Muddle, desperate to change the subject.

Their conversation continued on as they finished their meal. Once they had finished and put everything away, they lay down under the stars. Silence settled over the group, and they started to fall asleep, one by one.

"I'll go..." offered Muddle suddenly, in a small, quiet voice. "Just some trees, huh?"

\- - -

It rained gently overnight, and they were thoroughly soaked when they awoke. After an early breakfast, they packed up, mounted up and looked into the forest, some quite nervously.

"It does not look any more inviting this morning," commented Flurry.

"Need a 'vitation?" questioned Muddle confusedly, his head tilted to one side.

"No, Muddle. We are inviting ourselves," said Aidian firmly, and he led the charge into the forest.

They rode after him in silence. No one really wanted to go on, yet no one really wanted to be left behind.

\- - -

Inside the forest was thick, damp and vaguely foreboding, but they pressed on, following a very overgrown trail. The low, mossy tree branches brushed against their already damp bodies and a deep chill settled over the group. They shivered on through the morning. The soft, slippery, soggy moss made the journey more difficult, as the horses kept losing their footing. They muttered angrily under their breath every time they slipped. The only one seemingly unaffected was Muddle, who just kept putting one hoof in front of the other, never missing a step.

"Much farther?" whined Flurry plaintively, after a particularly bad stumble.

"I am sure I do not... Why, hello there!" exclaimed Aidian in surprise. He stopped short, and the rest of the company very nearly ran him over.

"Greetings, Prince Aidian!"

Aidian quickly recovered his composure.

"Hello, Sir... pardon me, but I seem to have forgotten your name?"

"Deppa at your service," he removed his worn brown cap and revealed his shiny bald head. He bowed and his thick, long black beard wiped the ground. He was diminutive in stature, as is the tendency with Terrans.

Nightwind made the introductions:

"This is Maiden Stephanie, with the beautiful and graceful horse Flurry, Angel the Feisty and Muddle, Aidian our prince, (whom you know), and I, fearless stallion Nightwind."

"Pleasure," Deppa observed, bowing to each in turn.

"How much more of the forest is ahead, Sir Deppa?" Stephanie asked.

"Where you be headed?" he countered with interest.

"Beheaded?!" cried Muddle in alarm, backing away and nearly dumping Angel off his back in the process. Angel calmed Muddle down as Aidian explained their quest.

"I have not seen the lad," he replied, scratching his head thoughtfully. "Not too much farther to Heaven's Towers though."

"Finally!" Flurry sighed with relief.

"How many more hours?" Nightwind asked wearily.

"Less than one, fearless stallion," chuckled the Terran with a knowing wink.

"Thank you, sir," Aidian said.

"Farewell all!" Deppa waved as they set off.

As they rode on through the forest, Angel pestered Aidian with questions about Terrans.

"Who was the short guy?" Before Aidian had a chance to answer she added, "I like him. He knew when to stop growing, unlike the rest of you."

Aidian chuckled, "Do not be fooled by a Terran's height, cat. They are a strong and very courageous people."

"Do they live somewhere in these trees?" she looked up and around her with interest.

"That they do," Aidian replied. "In fact, they consider themselves the guardians of these forests."

"Tree thievery a big problem around here?" she asked skeptically.

"Fortunately, it is not," Aidian smiled. "Still, the Terrans take their trees very seriously."

"Ah, I get it. So they're green... they stop people from cutting down the forest."

"No cat," Aidian replied, looking puzzled. "Terrans do vary in shade, but green is not amongst them."

"I think we're all in the shade," Angel observed sarcastically, looking up at the branches. "I just meant that they're environmentalists."

"What Angel's trying to say," Stephanie cut in with a smile. "Is that they are concerned about the trees, and don't want anyone cutting them down."

"Oh, I see," Aidian brightened. "Yes... and no. They are protective of the trees, but they do use them. Some they hollow out, some they cut down. Terrans are known for their exceptional woodwork."

"Hollow out? Oh, like Twittier's house," Stephanie mused.

"Exactly," replied Aidian. "And those that they do cut down, they replant."

As Deppa had promised, in about an hour the trees ceased abruptly and they found themselves staring up at Heaven's Towers. Seen this close, they seemed to reach beyond the sky up to the very heavens, just as their name implied. They were so taken by the sight of the high snow-capped peaks that they were almost run over by an almond dappled horse, approaching at high speed.

"Look!" cried Flurry.

"It is Dayflier, Durian's steed!" exclaimed Aidian.

"Prince Aidian!" cried the horse, in obvious distress. "Durian...startled... fell... he is gone!"

"Take your time, Dayflier! Tell us what happened."

"A girl... appeared out of nowhere... I was startled... I fell down... I must have passed out... when I awoke Durian had vanished."

"Where?" asked Angel tersely.

"Base of the mountain... over there... looks like he may have been dragged into a cave, but I cannot get in there!" managed Dayflier, and he collapsed.

"Let's go!" commanded Angel. "Flurry, you and Muddle stay here with Dayflier. Night, take us to the mountain!"

\- - -

They arrived at the base of the mountain and breathlessly started searching for clues. They did not have to look far. Stephanie spotted marks in the ground and a trail that looked as if something, (or someone), had been dragged into the cave, just as Dayflier had described.

"Nightwind, you stay here and keep an eye on the entrance," ordered Angel decisively, motioning her team into action. "Stef, you and Aidian follow me, and try to walk quietly!"

Without waiting for an answer, Angel ducked into the cave and disappeared from view. Aidian and Stephanie looked at each other, speechless for the moment. Stephanie shrugged apologetically and followed Angel. Aidian brought up the rear, muttering to himself about not taking orders from a cat.

"Quiet!" hissed Angel from up ahead in the gloom. Once they had proceeded into the cave a distance, the darkness solidified into an inky black. Stephanie could not see Angel anymore.

"Angel," she whispered. "Where are you?"

"Right in front of you," Angel hissed back, clearly exasperated. "You humans are useless in the dark!"

"Sorry!" Stephanie whispered back.

"You two hold hands and grab on to my tail," Angel commanded, whipping that long furry appendage into Stephanie's hand. "Just don't pull!"

They proceeded along the tunnel in that fashion for a while, a strange-looking train with Aidian as the reluctant caboose. Then, gradually, it began to get a little brighter. Stephanie could make out Angel's silhouette stalking along ahead of her. The glow was coming from an opening in the tunnel ahead on the right. They crept as noiselessly as they could to the entrance and slowly peeked around the corner. What they saw there surprised them all.

The tunnel opened on to a room-sized cavern, lit by a pair of candles. Durian was there, lying on a homemade bed with a makeshift bandage wrapped around his head. There was a girl sitting on a stool beside him, she was turned towards Durian and could not see the trio at the entrance. Durian spotted them right away.

"Hullo!" he called out, sounding both surprised and pleased to see them.

"Durian!" Aidian shouted, rushing towards his cousin. "Are you all right?"

"Fair, cousin, and better now that I see you! Not that I have not been well-tended to thus far..." he added, looking appreciatively at the maiden beside him. "Her name is Seenita and she saved my life!"

"You exaggerate, kind sir. I merely brought you in to watch over you. Your recovery has been quick, I am certain you would have survived regardless," said Seenita, blushing modestly.

"Saved my life!" repeated Durian enthusiastically.

"Are you able to travel?" asked Stephanie. "Your dad is beside himself with worry."

"A little spinning in my head," admitted Durian. "But only when I stand up."

"Stephanie is correct," said Aidian. "If you were to lean on me, could you make it to the entrance? Nightwind awaits us outside."

Durian tried to stand up, but was immediately overcome with a wave of dizziness and he collapsed. Aidian and Seenita barely caught him before his head hit the ground.

"That is not going to work," observed Angel. "Can you three pack him to the entrance?"

With great difficulty, and using Angel as a guide, they carried Durian back through the dark tunnel; Stephanie and Seenita with an arm each at his shoulders and Aidian lifting his legs at the knees. As they progressed along the tunnel, Durian kept apologizing.

"I am most dreadfully sorry about this, dreadfully sorry," he kept repeating. Their responses became shorter and shorter as they continued through the long, dark passage. They were all quite out of breath by the time they reached the entrance, but none had wanted to tarry in the inky blackness.

Once they found themselves outside, the Metilian daylight seemed even brighter than usual. They all paused, blinking, then they set Durian gently down on a rock.

"Look, there are all the horses!" exclaimed Aidian, as they spotted their mounts, including Durian's Dayflier, coming towards them.

There was a joyous reunion outside the cave entrance with everyone talking at once. Left out of the excitement, Seenita stood off to one side, appearing a little lost. Angel gave her a long, appraising look. Her skin was a pale white, liberally sprinkled with freckles. She had coppery red hair that glowed in the sun like live embers. Her dress, although it appeared somewhat old and threadbare, had obviously been a fine one when new. It was made of a silvery fabric with gold trim.

"How rude of me!" lamented Durian. He looked over at Seenita and waved her into the circle of friends. Holding her hand he proclaimed: "Please, everyone, meet Seenita. She saved my life!" Everyone, with the exception of Angel, crowded around Seenita and cheered, shook her hand, and thanked her.

Angel interrupted the gathering by jumping on Muddle's back and announcing loudly: "I hate to break up this party, but we must return to King Landan as soon as possible." She lifted her paw towards the sky, "We draw nigh to nightfall."

"Angel's right," Stephanie agreed. "We must return, and quickly."

Durian grabbed Seenita's hand again.

"Will you come with us?" he asked her. "My father will wish to thank you personally."

"Well. I do not know," she said shyly. "I have just made your acquaintance."

"Nonsense!" said Durian decisively. "You must accompany us to the castle."

"If you deem it so, my lord," she curtsied demurely.

They mounted immediately and set off for the castle, Angel insisting that Seenita take Flurry, leaving Muddle for Stephanie.

"I'll walk," she had whispered to Stephanie. "I wish to keep an eye on our newest."

"Why are you so suspicious of Seenita?" Stephanie whispered back, sneaking a glance over towards the red-haired maiden. "She seems very nice."

"Things are not always what they seem," replied Angel cryptically. She ran off in pursuit of the others.

"Oh, Muddle, she's so suspicious of everyone," chuckled Stephanie to Angel's trusty steed.

"'Picsous," agreed Muddle absentmindedly as he trotted off after the cat.

CHAPTER TEN

Setting Off for Adventure

~ Something Old, Something New, Something Rushed, Something With Crew? ~

It was decided that they could make it through the Farain Forest before nightfall, so they struck off into the trees. Their spirits were high with a job-well-done, mission-accomplished satisfaction. There was some singing among the Metilians, although the horses rather spoiled it as far as the melody went. Their voices were not really suited for singing and they were having trouble negotiating the slippery, mossy rocks, this time going downhill.

"Sir Deppa!" hailed Aidian, as he spotted the Terran again. "Twice in one day, upon my honour."

"It is my honour, indeed," returned Deppa seriously. "I heard your merriment across the forest." He indicated Durian, who was just approaching, "I see your mission was a success. Good day, Prince Durian." He bowed, wiping his beard across the ground again. As he looked up, he spotted Seenita, and his expression changed drastically. The color drained from his face.

"C-congratulations, but I...I really must be off," he stammered, then he melted quickly back into the forest and out of view.

"That was odd," observed Aidian.

"I am afraid my presence upset him," said Seenita slowly. "He and I have unfinished business from the past."

"I think that was rather rude," Durian said indignantly.

"Terrans are not known for their manners," Seenita replied soothingly. "Let us forget about him and continue our journey."

"Yes!" agreed Stephanie, coming up from the rear. "We're burning daylight."

The others all turned and regarded her quizzically. She blushed and slouched down low on her mount.

"It's just an expression," she explained defensively, from behind Muddle's large fuzzy ears. "It means we are running out of time."

"The lovely maiden is correct," agreed Aidian, with a smile in her direction. "Let us be off everyone, we are burning sunlight!"

"Uh, daylight," corrected Stephanie gently.

The balance of the journey was uneventful and they exited the Farain Forest before nightfall, making camp at their previous site. They were up very early the next day and made the journey back to the castle without stopping.

When they arrived, Landan was ecstatic, "He is found! My son is found!" He turned to one of the guards nearby, "Make arrangements for a feast! My son is found!"

\- - -

"Marry her?" Aidian asked in surprise. "You have only just met her!" He and Durian were alone in the library on the afternoon following their return.

"I know, Cousin," said Durian dreamily. "But she is the one!"

"What do you mean, 'the one'?!"

"She saved my life and I now know that my destiny lies with her," responded Durian firmly.

"She frightened your horse by Heaven's Towers, you got thrown off, hurt your head and she dragged you into a cave," summarized Aidian derisively. "Now you want to marry her?"

"You met Stephanie in Vivilayan Valley, her cat clawed your horse and now you are adventuring with her?" Durian retorted hotly.

Aidian stopped. "I am not marrying her..." he said slowly.

"... yet," finished Durian. "Face it cousin, you know as well as I, indeed, as well as anyone in Metilia; there is no such thing as happenchance."

"I will not debate that point, Durian. But marriage? And so quickly?"

"My father agrees with my plans. He has met Seenita and feels that we would be good together."

"Your father merely wishes your maiden-mad capers to be at an end," scoffed Aidian. "He feels your reputation reflects poorly on the family."

"Nevertheless, she is the one," Durian insisted. "In truth, we are to be married tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!" echoed Aidian incredulously.

"My father is making the arrangements," confirmed Durian.

\- - -

"I don't trust her," Angel repeated, shaking her head.

"We have been over this before," said Stephanie with a sigh, dropping the book in her lap. "Truth is, you don't trust anyone."

"Think about it," Angel insisted, pacing restlessly around the room. "How did she drag him into that cave all by herself?"

"Well, maybe she is just very strong," offered Stephanie, picking up the book again. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"Right..." Angel said skeptically. "And why was she living all alone in a cave?"

"I don't know," Stephanie admitted, looking up again from her story. "Maybe she..." Her sentence was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Hello?" she asked, as she opened it to find Aidian standing there.

"I have some news and a question for you," he said, with a wide grin. "May I come in?"

"Of course!" she smiled back, standing to one side.

He entered and they sat in the chairs by the fireplace.

"So, what is this news?" she pried gently.

"Durian and Seenita are to be... married!" he announced with a dramatic flourish of his arms.

"Married?!" Stephanie and Angel asked in unison.

"Tomorrow!" affirmed Aidian.

"But..." sputtered Stephanie in surprise.

"He hardly knows her," said Aidian, nodding. "I agree. I have just spent the better part of an hour discussing this with him."

"I don't like this," warned Angel darkly, as she started to pace the room again. "There's something about her I do not trust."

"It seems you trust no one," laughed Aidian. "I am certain that Seenita is very nice. I just believe that Durian should take some time to think this through. It is a life long decision."

"Can't you talk some sense into him?" asked Stephanie.

"As I said, I have just spent this last hour in the attempt, but he will not be dissuaded."

"What of King Landan?" asked Angel. "Does he approve of this hasty action?"

"Apparently he is making arrangements for the wedding even as we are discussing it here," Aidian replied, shaking his head. "You must understand that Durian has been maiden-mad all his youth, yet he has never before shown an interest in settling down to marriage. I feel that my uncle grows weary of Durian's dalliances."

The three lapsed into a worried silence, Angel still pacing the room like a caged lion. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks.

"All this talk of marriage is making me queasy," she declared. "When you arrived, you mentioned news and a question."

"Oh, yes," he said. "Well, the 'Knight's Sailor' is in port and I met up with Captain Carrious at midday. He is provisioning for an expedition to the Silver Isles."

"The Silver Isles?" asked Stephanie curiously. "They sound beautiful."

"Wouldst you like to see them for yourself?" inquired Aidian. "It may further your quest."

"Do you mean..." she started excitedly.

"I have arranged for our passage," he confirmed with a smile. "That is... if you wish to go."

"Of course!" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Quest for the meaning!"

"And adventure for all!" cheered Angel. "When do we leave?"

"We depart the day after the morrow," replied Aidian with a smile.

\- - -

The following day was a busy one for all. Stephanie spent most of it helping Seenita make her hasty preparations for the wedding.

Angel, for her part, would have nothing to do with the ceremony. First, she packed Stephanie's and her own belongings, in preparation for the morrow's adventure. Then she chose to spend the balance of her day at the dock, minutely examining the 'Knight's Sailor'. She had never been on any kind of a boat before, and had no idea what she was looking for, but she wanted everything to be 'shipshape' for the voyage. She very soon wore out her welcome with the crew.

"This board seems loose," she complained, pointing to the deck. "Should this board be loose? And that coil of rope, should it just be lying there like that?" At first, they answered the cat's questions, amused by her antics. As the day wore on though, some of the crew started to avoid her and later others began plotting to throw her overboard. Fortunately, the captain happened on the idea of showing her the cabin that she and Stephanie were to have for the voyage.

"Very nice," she said approvingly, as she surveyed the cozy room. It was a well-appointed little cabin, with two bunk beds built into the wall. She climbed on the upper bunk and laid down, explaining to the captain that she 'needed to see if it was fit to sleep on'. Apparently it was, because she dropped into a catnap immediately.

The captain gave a low sigh of relief and quietly left the cabin. When he arrived up on deck and told the others what had happened, there was a quiet cheer and everyone went happily back to their work.

\- - -

Stephanie and Seenita became fast friends during the preparations. Whenever Stephanie suggested something, Seenita agreed immediately.

"That is just what I was thinking," she would say.

By the time they finished getting ready, they were referring to each other as 'See' and 'Stef'. It was as if they had known each other all their lives.

\- - -

"I feel a lot more comfortable about this, now that I know Seenita better," Stephanie said to Aidian later on, as the ceremony began.

"Well, I am still not too sure, but there is not much we can do about it now," Aidian pointed out, and they parted to take their places as best man and maid of honour.

The ceremony itself was beautiful. Seenita looked gorgeous, her ember red hair and green eyes contrasting starkly with the bright white of her long, flowing dress. Durian was at his handsome best, dressed in a suit of a type Stephanie had never seen before. The two made a picture-perfect couple. Stephanie was having trouble focusing on the proceedings though, her gaze kept straying to Aidian, similarly dressed in the strange, but very attractive suit. Her thoughts also wandered to the morrow's adventure.

\- - -

Angel was adamant about attending the wedding feast, even though she had avoided the ceremony.

"We must go to the feast!" she insisted. "It would be rude not to."

Stephanie and Angel excused themselves from the festivities early. They tried to get to sleep right away, but instead found themselves talking long into the night about their upcoming adventure.

\- - -

Stephanie awoke at first light the next day, tired but excited. She dressed quickly, and they grabbed their belongings, hurrying out of the castle. Stephanie was dressed in a splendid black gown with silver trimmings, accented with a silver headband. Angel wore the belt with a small sheath for her cutlass and the little black hat with the silver feather.

They rushed towards the shore, Angel leading the way. As they came nearer, Stephanie could see the Knight's Sailor towering above the dock in all its glory. A large crowd of people were parted in the middle by a ruby carpet that led to the vessel. Stephanie slowed to a stop at the archway just over the first step of the carpet, admiring the scene.

"Let's go!" urged Angel, waking Stephanie from her reverie. As she started forward and people caught sight of her, they pointed and whispered. It made Stephanie feel very awkward, but Angel reveled in the attention.

"Onward to adventure," she announced loudly, to no one in particular and everyone in general. Then she headed straight for the ship purposefully, cutlass proudly held out in front.

"Quest for the meaning," mouthed Stephanie quietly to herself, as she followed in Angel's wake.

Everyone else, it seemed, was already on board. Aidian took Stephanie's bags, but Angel refused to surrender hers. The horses were there, as well as Muddle, who looked slightly confused by all the activity on the ship.

"A'righty then, all visitors please ta be leavin' the ship," shouted a stout sailor who seemed to be in charge. The newlyweds, Durian and Seenita, bid their farewells to Aidian and Stephanie.

"I'm so excited, See," bubbled Stephanie to her new friend.

"You will have a great adventure," promised Seenita with a smile.

"I feel bad that you aren't coming," replied Stephanie. "It would have been wonderful if you and Durian could have joined us."

"Oh, do not worry for us, Stef," Seenita said. "We will have enough adventure right here in Yorkyin."

Durian came over and grabbed Seenita's hand, "Come, my lovely bride, best we go before we are carried off to sea. Carrious is a stickler for schedule. Fare thee well, Stephanie."

"Take care, Durian," she returned, as Aidian came over with the stout sailor in charge. Seenita gave Stephanie one last hug and then she and Durian ran down the gangplank.

"Stephanie, this is Carrious, captain of this fine vessel," Aidian announced, gesturing to the sailor beside him.

"Very pleased to meet you, Captain," said Stephanie demurely.

"'Tis a fine lookin' day fer sailin', lass," returned the captain, then he gave a wink to Aidian. "And that not be the only fine lookin' thing 'round 'ere."

"Ahem," came a voice from beside Stephanie. Angel was there, looking fiercely protective as usual.

"Oh, yes," added Aidian. "And this is her cat, Angel."

"Aye," replied Carrious, without enthusiasm. "We've met."

"I trust you've fixed that board, Captain?" asked Angel.

"'Righty then," announced Carrious loudly, ignoring her. "Prepare to cast off." He wheeled around and started shouting orders to the crew.

There was a flurry of activity and suddenly the ship was on its own, floating slowly away from the dock. Stephanie and Aidian lined up at the ship's railing, waving to the well-wishers on the shore. As they moved farther away, she began to see more and more of Yorkyin. Angel strutted purposefully off, muttering to herself about loose boards and stray ropes.

"What are you thinking?" Aidian asked. He was gazing at Stephanie as she watched the scenery go by.

"It's just so beautiful," Stephanie mused, waving her hand at the shoreline. "This whole place is like a wonderful dream."

"I have always felt that way myself," admitted Aidian. "I have not much to compare it to, but I have always felt blessed to live here."

"Even this ship..." she continued, looking up at the huge sails, now unfurled and straining with the wind. "It is far larger than I imagined and yet so sleek and graceful."

"You will have to mention that to Carrious," he suggested. "It might help to make up for your cat's comments."

"She means well," said Stephanie. "She's just a little protective." Then she added teasingly, "And what about you? You may soon be crowned king of this beautiful place and yet you choose to go adventuring with me. To 'protect' me?"

A little colour came into Aidian's cheeks, "Verily, adventure is my real desire, meeting new people, seeing new places. To be sharing this adventure with you is like realizing my fondest dream."

"Ahem," came a voice, suddenly between them. They looked down, Angel was back. "You should come below decks and check out our cabin, Stef."

"Oh, okay Angel," she looked apologetically at Aidian, shrugged her shoulders and turned to follow Angel. "Be right back," she assured him over her shoulder.

"Verily!" muttered Aidian under his breath, shaking his head. "I wonder how well that cat can swim."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Any Horse in a Storm

~ When Supplies Go Awry ~

Angel showed Stephanie to their cabin. She fell in love with it at once.

"Oh, Angel!" she exclaimed, standing just inside the doorway. "It's so beautiful. So snug and cozy."

The cabin was as functional as it was attractive. It was small, but very warm and inviting. Excellent use was made of the available space with two bunks, a desk, and dresser built right into the walls. Everything appeared to have been expertly crafted in a warm, burnished wood. The light streaming in from the large porthole gave the furnishings a deep, mellow glow.

Stephanie got busy and unpacked their bags. There was certainly ample storage for their meager belongings. Angel jumped up on the top bunk, which she had claimed for herself.

"Shall we catnap?"

"Feel free," replied Stephanie. "I'm going topside to watch this wonderful new world go by. I don't wish to miss a minute of this adventure."  
"Just a short catnap," Angel said defensively, curling up on the bunk. "Scenery isn't adventure, not in my book."

"Whatever, sleepyhead. See you later."

"Just a few minutes," purred Angel, closing her big blue eyes. "Topside... adventure..." Her voice trailed off as she fell asleep. Stephanie smiled to herself and quietly headed for the upper deck. Aidian was still standing by the railing, looking far into the distance.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Stephanie asked, as she approached. Startled, Aidian jumped.

"Pardon me?" he said, appearing confused.

"Sorry, it's just an old expression," she apologized. "It means: what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, I see," he looked past her. "Where is your furry companion?"

"Sleeping," Stephanie replied with a sly smile. "Did you need me to wake her?"

"No!" said Aidian hastily. "I mean, that is not necessary. I was just inquiring."

"I know exactly what you mean, but she is just looking out for me..." Stephanie noted. "Actually, this is where we left off."

"Left off?" he asked blankly.

"You were explaining why you were adventuring with a peasant girl, rather than settling down to rule Yorkyin," she reminded him.

"Oh! Yes! Well... I long for adventure. I do not want to sit on a throne, directing and then judging others. I know that there has to be a ruler, I only wish it did not have to be me." He paused, looked back at Yorkyin Land and added softly, "Alas, I just want my parents to be proud of me."

"I'm sure they are and will be, whether you become king or not," she assured him. "You know, I never thought of princes as having anything but a happily ever after."

"This is not one of your stories, Stephanie," he smiled. "And even if it were, should I not have a dragon to slay or an evil queen to foil before that happily ever after?"

\- - -

Stephanie spent the rest of the day gazing at the scenery and exploring the ship. The 'Knight's Sailor' was huge, smaller than a modern ocean liner, but larger than the Spanish galleons Stephanie had seen pictures of in school. The design was similar to a galleon though, with a main deck in the centre and higher decks fore and aft. There were stables for the horses in the bow, under the forward deck.

She found her way there and had a visit with the horses. Flurry and Nightwind were very excited about being part of the adventure. Muddle was... well, he was Muddle.

"Nice weather, huh?" he asked Stephanie as she entered.

"Gorgeous, Muddle," she replied. "How come you aren't out in the sunshine?"

"They put us in the stables whilst they get everything sorted out and tied down on deck," Flurry piped up from the next stall over.

"As if we would not have the sense to get out of the way," snorted Nightwind. "They treat us like animals."

"Ah, we are animals," Flurry gently reminded him. "It is not their fault, what do sailors know about horses?"

"Still..." sniffed Nightwind haughtily. "A little respect." Stephanie stifled a chuckle and gave Muddle a pat on the head.

"I'm going to keep exploring," she said. "I'll see you all later."

"Nice weather," Muddle assured her.

She went to go out to the main deck, but as the horses had explained, there was still a good deal of activity there. Instead, she turned and went down the stairs. She descended below the main deck and went aft, past the sailor's cabins, the galley, the storerooms and finally past her own quarters.

She followed the aft staircase up and it led to the open doorway on the main deck. Avoiding the bustle there, Stephanie went farther back where the captain's and first mate's cabins were located. There was a ladder leading above them to the upper deck of the stern. She climbed the ladder and found Aidian there, leaning on the railing and looking back towards Yorkyin.

"What are you thinking?" she called out. He started, then turned around to face her.

"Not much," he said, with a shrug.

"Careful..." she warned him with a sly smile. "Angel would have a good comeback for that."

"I expect she would," he agreed, grinning. "Where is she at the moment?"

"Still napping, as far as I know."

"Good!" He saw her expression darken and added hastily, "For her... Yes, good for her, wonderful to have a little nap in the afternoon."

"She may be a pain to you," said Stephanie. "But, she's always been my best friend. And since my parents disappeared, she has taken her role as my guardian quite seriously."

"Guardian Angel," mused Aidian thoughtfully. "It would seem that is her purpose."

"She was a house cat", Stephanie reminded him. "A lay-around, sleep-all-day, feed-me-now, house cat."

"How strange..." said Aidian. "Where did you get her?"

"From my parents," Stephanie replied wistfully. "She was a birthday present."

"And then they disappeared and now she watches over you," Aidian concluded. "She is your guardian angel."

"That's just a fluke..." she said slowly. "Isn't it?"

"Fluke?" asked Aidian, appearing confused.

"Fluke, you know, chance... coincidence," she explained.

"There is no happenchance," he admonished her.

"You mentioned that earlier," she said thoughtfully. "But suppose my parents are home right now and I'm here?"

"I know that you are in Metilia to answer the mystery of your parent's absence," he said with conviction.

"I hope you are right," she replied thoughtfully. "Quest for the meaning?"

"Quest for the meaning!" agreed Aidian.

"And adventure for all!" came a voice from behind them. They both wheeled around to see Angel running across the rear deck towards them. "The captain sent me to find you two," Angel said quickly. "Hurry up! It's time for supper."

\- - -

After a delicious dinner at the captain's table, Stephanie and Angel retired to their cabin. Stephanie had found a book and snuggled down in her bunk to read for a while. The story was good and she tried to stay awake, but the excitement and the fresh sea air had taken their toll. She soon dropped off to sleep, the book tented over her blanket.

\- - -

Stephanie woke up a few hours later, very disoriented. The ship was pitching violently and her book fell to the floor when she sat up. She called out to Angel, but there was no response. She got up and dressed, holding on to the bunk to steady herself. Angel's bed was empty, so Stephanie opened the door and headed up the stairway. She found Angel at the top, peering outside through a crack in the door. Every so often she would pull her face away, as a small jet of water squirted in through the opening.

"Stay below, my girl, captain's orders," Angel said when she spotted Stephanie. "We would only be in the way."

"So much for Muddle's 'nice weather'," replied Stephanie. "What happened to our sunshine?"

"It looks bad," Angel admitted. "But the captain says he has been in worse storms than this."

"I'm going forward to check on the horses."

"Careful my girl," warned Angel.

Stephanie went slowly down the stairs, and headed along the passageway, bracing herself against the walls. Once she made it to the bow of the ship, she went up the staircase to the stables and called out:

"Everyone all right?"

"Make it stop!" Nightwind moaned in reply.

"Don't worry," Stephanie said, with more confidence than she felt. "The captain says that he has been in worse storms than this."

"Did he toss his oats?" asked Nightwind miserably.

"I don't know," admitted Stephanie. "Try to lie down, Night."

"I have tried to lie. I have tried to stand. I have tried to lean. No matter what, my oats want out!" Nightwind moaned.

"How are you, Muddle?" Stephanie asked, to change the subject. She was starting to feel a little queasy herself.

"Not nice weather," said Muddle calmly, shaking his head. From the next stall, Nightwind let out a another low groan.

"Stop it," Flurry piped up. "Stephanie says the captain has been in worse. I am sure we will be fine."

"I'll go try to have a look outside and see what's happening," said Stephanie. "I'll be back."

She left the horses and headed out towards the deck, holding on to the walls for support along the way. Stephanie cracked the door open and peeked out. The scene was horrific. There were supplies and gear washing across the deck. The sailors were clinging to the rigging and the captain was shouting instructions over the roar of the wind and water. Just then, a huge wave crashed over the gunnel and the rush of water flowing over the deck slammed the door in her face. Stephanie stopped, afraid to try opening the door again. She turned and went back the way she had come.

"How is it?" asked Flurry urgently, as Stephanie went past.

"It's pretty breezy out there," admitted Stephanie. "I'm glad we weren't with the captain when he was in those 'worse' storms. I'm going to head aft and talk to Angel."

Stephanie made her way back to their cabin. Angel was there, grooming herself on her bunk.

"That sea water mats your fur if you don't get it right out," Angel observed. "At least the storm seems to be calming down."

"It was worse than this?" Stephanie asked in amazement.

"You should have seen it at the peak. Once, I thought the whole ship was going under," Angel replied. "Surprised you didn't wake earlier."

"Surprised you did!" Stephanie replied. Angel hissed quietly in response.

\- - -

That afternoon Stephanie started a log in her notebook:

June 10th,

'Today has been beautiful, once that dreadful storm ended this morning. The extra water and food supplies were being stored on the top deck and most were lost. Carrious gave thought to turning back, but has calculated that we should still have enough to reach our destination. Hopefully a storm like that won't happen again. I love this adventure and could not bear to turn tail and go home already.

Speaking of turning tail, I'm told there is something else about the sea here to fear besides the storms. Dirwins! A dirwin is a large fish about the size of a man, complete with arms and legs. They have been known to attack even bigger ships, like the Knight's Sailor. The dirwins are a large part of the reason that most Metilians, (and others), try to avoid water travel.'

CHAPTER TWELVE

Where Did He Go?

~ A New World Disorder ~

Joel, meanwhile, had called for a general assembly of the Familian population. The people were buzzing with interest, as their king was not in the habit of having assemblies. (The king had never seen any point in informing his subjects, as he did not particularly care what they thought.) The day was gloriously sunny and there was a good turnout in the huge courtyard bordering the palace. As Joel, Nathaniel and Kirk came to the edge of the balcony, the general hubbub quickly tapered off to only the occasional whisper.

"My dear citizens... of our beautiful Famila," Joel announced from the balcony. "It pains me to say... that our king has left us."

"Where did he go?" called a voice from the crowd below.

"He's dead," Kirk cut in helpfully.

A gasp filled the crowd. Although everyone had known that the king was sick, no one to this point had realized how seriously. Joel turned to glare at his brother and then continued to address the people. "Yes, sadly he has passed away..."

"Nothing to do with us," Kirk cut in again, waving his hand as if to calm and reassure the crowd. Joel turned to glare again, this time at Nathaniel, who promptly grabbed Kirk and pulled him back from the edge of the balcony. Joel sighed, shook his head, and looked out over the Familians again.

"I think what my brother was trying to say is... that there was nothing any of us could do. Our father's illness was too grave and he did not recover. My brothers and I pledge now to do the best we can as your new leaders and carry on ruling Famila in the tradition of our father, only better."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Everyone was whispering amongst themselves. No one had been particularly happy under the rule of the king, but none had the courage to oppose him. Now, they were consumed with mixed emotions. Not one of them would miss him, but some were worried that his offspring would prove even worse. Others, more hopeful, thought that this might be the beginning of a new world...

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Circle the Dragons

~ That Extinct Stink ~

"Stephanie! Come here, quickly!" Aidian called out. Stephanie promptly rushed up the stairs.

"Aidian? What's wrong?" she asked with concern.

"Nothing is wrong! Look!" he grabbed her arm, pulling her to the railing. "Off the starboard bow! Do you see the island?"

She squinted in the direction he was pointing, "Why yes, I do see something there. Is that one of the Silver Isles? Can we be there so soon?"

"It cannot be one of the Silver Isles, the first of them is many days sailing ahead of us," Aidian shook his head. "Carrious is not sure what island this would be."

"The storm...?" she guessed, starting to become excited.

"Exactly, it blew us off course. This island has never been charted!"

"Now that is something to put in my journal. Do you suppose that we could go ashore?"

"I was hoping you would say that. Maybe today, if we arrive there long enough before dark. Imagine being the first ones to explore it!"

\- - -

When they arrived close to shore it was almost nightfall. They anchored the Knight's Sailor and postponed the expedition until morning. Both Stephanie and Angel were so excited, they had trouble falling asleep that night.

\- - -

The next day, right after breakfast, they made preparations. Addus, the first mate, and Racon, the navigator, lowered a tender down into the water. They assisted Aidian, Stephanie, and Angel into the little craft before climbing down themselves. Racon and Addus each took an oar and they rowed toward the beach. The rest of them surveyed the island. It was not nearly as pretty as Yorkyin Land. There was a rocky beach, giving way to a thick forest. They carefully brought the tender up onto the rocks.

Racon and Addus looked intently around and exchanged concerned glances.

"I have a bad feeling about this island," said Racon worriedly.

"Aye, there is a bad presence here. I can feel it as well," agreed Addus, shaking his head.

"Well, we should do a little exploring," reasoned Aidian. "We cannot just say, 'We had a bad feeling.' in the log book to catalog the island. Besides, we may run low on water, perhaps we can locate a spring."

"I agree," said Stephanie. "Let's go at least a little bit inland and see what we can find."

"Look over there, I see smoke past the hill," Angel pointed out. "Smoke could mean people."

"Or it could mean something else..." warned Racon.

"Like what?" asked Stephanie.

"I do not know," replied Racon vaguely. "I just have a bad feeling."

Against Racon's better judgment it was decided that he and Addus would wait and guard the tender and the other three would explore 'just a little bit' inland. Aidian led the way, with Stephanie following and Angel bringing up the rear. Angel's suspicious nature was working overtime. Every minute or so, without warning, she would jump up and spin around to face the rear. Then she would stop for a moment, looking in all directions, cutlass drawn, tail fluffed out like an enormous feather duster.

They continued inland, climbing, and weaving their way through the thick underbrush. Suddenly, Aidian stopped and beckoned Stephanie closer.

"Know what is strange?" he whispered.

"What?" Stephanie whispered back. "And why are we whispering?"

"I have not seen a sign of any living thing," he breathed worriedly. "Does that not seem odd to you?" Stephanie nodded, she had to admit that it did seem strange. "We had best keep very quiet, just in case," Aidian added.

"Should we go back?" asked Stephanie. "We are quite a distance from the boat." They all turned and looked through the brush towards the tender. Racon and Addus looked like ants on the shoreline.

"We haven't explored anything yet," complained Angel. "Turning around is not adventure. I want to find out where the smoke is coming from."

"True," agreed Aidian. "More importantly, we have not found water yet. Let us continue at least to the top of the hill."

They made their way still farther up and away from the boat. As they approached the crest of the hill, Aidian stopped again.

"Keep down," he urged. "Until we see what is happening." Staying under cover of the large ferns that they had been walking through and around, they peered over the top of the hill to the valley below. What they saw there froze them in their tracks.

\- - -

"A dinosaur!" breathed Stephanie in quiet wonder.

"A dragon!" whispered Aidian. They stopped and looked at each other.

"That's a dinosaur," Stephanie whispered back. "I've seen them in the museum."

"That is a dragon," Aidian quietly corrected her. "I have seen paintings of them."

Down below them in the valley, a huge, scaly, green creature was standing, its snout raised in the air. Around it, several small fires were smoldering in the underbrush.

"Whatever it is, shall we slay it?" asked Angel bravely, her cutlass at the ready.

"Ah... no," whispered Aidian. "More likely for us to be the slain."

"Well!" teased Stephanie quietly. "You were asking for a dragon before your happily ever after."

"Remind me to be careful what I ask for," whispered Aidian ruefully. "It is closer to us than we are to the boat."

"What is it doing?" asked Angel.

"Listening and smelling, by the looks of it," replied Aidian.

"For what?" asked Stephanie.

"For us, I suspect," whispered Aidian grimly. "Quiet, everyone. Do not move in the slightest."

They watched apprehensively as the beast once again raised its snout to the air. Bringing its nose down slowly, it looked straight towards them.

"Its seen us," whispered Stephanie fearfully. Angel brandished her cutlass and took a step forward. Aidian grabbed her tail and pulled her back.

"I do not think so," he said quietly. "I think it has caught our scent though. Observe the smoke, the breeze is blowing in his direction."

"So... let's kill it," replied Angel. "Before it kills us."

"It is bigger than you realize," whispered Aidian tersely. "And may I remind you that those are not campfires around it."

"Good point," conceded Angel with disappointment. "I hate the smell of burning fur. What then, shall we retreat?"

"Yes," nodded Aidian seriously. "Let us move very slowly over the crest and down the hill, until we get past any bushes that he can spot moving. Then, run for your very life."

They started the journey slowly, moving very carefully so as not to jostle any of the ferns that the dragon could see from the valley. Once the three thought that they were in the clear, they started running down the hill as fast as they could. They did not even slow down to look back.

Soon, they did not need to. Stephanie could hear the crashing in the underbrush behind them. As they approached the boat, Addus and Racon's expressions said it all. They were frozen with fear, both looking past the trio at the hillside just above them.

"Launch the tender!" yelled Aidian, as he approached the beach.

Galvanized into action by the sound of his voice, Addus and Racon each grabbed a side of the boat and started to push. By the time the others arrived, the boat was off the rocks and floating. Angel ran, it almost seemed, on top of the water, jumping at the boat and sinking her claws into the wood. Aidian and Stephanie sloshed up to the boat and climbed in as quickly as they could. Stephanie tried to help Angel over the stern, as the dragon reached the shore. Addus and Racon gave the boat one last mighty push and started to climb in themselves. The dragon stopped at the water's edge, bellowing loudly in frustration. They all felt the blast of heat as the dragon breathed fire towards the boat. The acrid stench of burning hair and fur filled the air. Addus fell into the boat, the back of his shirt in flames.

Stephanie quickly bailed water on to Addus' back as Aidian and Racon started to row. They both dug deeply with their oars and the boat started moving slowly away. Stephanie tended to Addus as they picked up speed, rowing furiously toward the Knight's Sailor. The crew was leaning over the railings, shouting, and calling out to them. Then, the danger appeared to be past. The dragon was pacing angrily back and forth on the beach, apparently unwilling to go into the water to chase them.

"Still want to slay that?" puffed Aidian to Angel.

"More than ever," gasped Angel angrily. "I told you... I hate the smell of burnt fur."

"Are you all right, Addus?" asked Stephanie breathlessly.

"Aye, just a mild scorching. Thanks to your quick thinking, dear maiden," replied Addus weakly.

"Amen to that," said Racon, slowing on the oars just a little. "When I saw the dragon chasing you down the hill, I thought we were all done for this world."

"Aye," agreed Addus painfully. "For a moment, I thought that I would not be seeing my family ever again."

They approached the Knight's Sailor, secured to it, and climbed aboard. While the crew was raising the tender, the captain and the horses clustered around the adventurers.

"Bit too close for comfort, eh Princey?" Captain Carrious boomed, clapping Aidian heartily on the back. Aidian stumbled forward a little before he caught himself. "And ye, young lass, yer first real adventure... and with a dragon yet!" Carrious continued. "'Tis a wee bit more excitement than ye signed on for."

"Yes sir, certainly one for the journal," Stephanie agreed.

"I wish we could have been there," Nightwind said. "We would have brought you down the hillside faster. That was too close."

"Yes," Flurry chimed in. "It was horrible to just be here and watch, not able to do anything to help."

"Bad smell," observed Muddle, wrinkling up his nose in disgust. Muddle had been watching over the wrong side of the ship and was completely unaware of what had happened. Everyone laughed.

"Aye, ye'll be needin' to wash up, ye have the stench of dragon about ye," agreed the captain. "Afore ye go, would ye like to name the island? 'Tis yer right as the first explorers."

"I don't know..." mused Stephanie thoughtfully.

"Hmm, how about 'Dragon's Wilderness'?" suggested Aidian.

"Aye, 'tis a good one that, Princey," Captain Carrious said, smacking Aidian on the back again. "Well, I be off to catalog the island and attend to me other captain-type duties."

Carrious walked away towards his cabin. Nightwind and Angel burst out laughing. Aidian tried to reach around and rub his sore back.

"Hullo then... Princey," Nightwind chuckled.

"Yes, how are you... Princey?" Angel asked, giggling. They both broke out laughing again.

Aidian sighed and looked at Stephanie, "Why are you not joining their merriment?"

She smiled sympathetically at him, "I wouldn't laugh at you, only with." She looked reprovingly over at Angel.

He sighed again, "Night, you are not fit for a child's pony."

"What?" demanded Nightwind. "I am a proud and noble horse, your highness. I will not be offended."

"Then how do you suppose I get pleasure from it?" Aidian asked.

"My apologies," conceded the horse grudgingly. "But I mean seriously... Princey?" At this, Angel snickered again and then everyone started to laugh. Even Stephanie had a hard time keeping a straight face.

\- - -

Stephanie had a lot to write in her journal on that day. At supper, Aidian had explained that long ago, dragons were fairly common in Metilia. Most had now been slain, as they seemed to hate humans and it was simply too dangerous to have them around. Stephanie told Aidian that in her world, they were called dinosaurs and that they had all been gone for a long time too, except that no one seemed to be quite sure why they had died out.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Unannounced Visitors

~ Fish Out of Fodder ~

Stephanie and Angel sat talking in their cabin one gloriously sunny afternoon.

"I wish there was something else we could do to help..." Stephanie mused from her bunk.

"I just wish there was something else we could do!" Angel said with a frustrated sigh as she paced. "Cat napping has its place, but this adventure is getting slow."

"Oh yes," replied Stephanie dryly. "Because the dragon wasn't enough excitement?"

"That was days ago!" Angel groaned. Then her ears perked up as she looked at Stephanie, "I have an idea..."

\- - -

"I've shot a bow before, you know," Stephanie said, as she and Angel stood on the rear deck. Angel had been adamant that Stephanie needed more practice with her weapon.

"When?" challenged Angel.

"Well, at camp..." Stephanie began defensively.

"And the few shots you took when you were at camp... that's going to protect you against dragons?" Angel shook her head, "I'll show you how to use it."

"Since when are cats archery experts?" Stephanie asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow in Angel's direction.

"Since now," Angel said firmly, taking the bow from her.

Angel swayed slightly, as the bow was a little taller than she was. Carefully, she placed the arrow on the rest and took aim at the mast.

"Stand with your paws slightly apart like this, then pull back as hard as you can, and retract!" Angel said, as she let the arrow fly. While it certainly was not centered, it did hit the mast.

"Retract what?" Stephanie asked, shooting Angel a look.

"Is it my fault humans weren't built for this? Okay, release then, does that sound better?"

"Let me try," Stephanie answered confidently.

Angel handed her the bow. Stephanie took aim and let the arrow fly... The first one went over the side of the boat, the next hit the deck, while her third try careened off the mast. She was starting to get frustrated when Addus arrived.

"Cease fire!" he laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

"Oh. Hello, Sir Addus," Stephanie replied.

"What might you two be doing? Attacking the captains pride and joy? Ye'd be without supper if he knew."

"The mast wasn't my idea," Angel said quickly, not wanting to miss supper.

"Angel wants me to learn how to shoot, but I seem to be rather hopeless..."

"Nonsense!" Addus said to Stephanie, gently lowering the bow with his hand. "But first things first, a mast is not the best of targets."

Addus and one of the crew members stacked a few bales of hay, and Addus attached a well-worn target to the middle bale.

"Now lass, stance is important..." Addus said, directing Stephanie. "That is right, feet farther apart... Next, hold your bow in your left hand. Get a feel for it. Place your arrow, look straight down the shaft to the center of the target... Pull back... When you feel that it is dead on, release..."

Stephanie followed Addus' instructions as best she could. With its sleek, curved wooden body, she liked the way the bow felt in her hands. She placed the arrow on the rest, tugged back the string, and sighted down the beautifully tail-feathered shaft to the target. She felt like a real archer.

Then she let go... and the results were definitely not as spectacular or movie-like as she had hoped. She hit the hay, but not the target.

"See?" she complained to Addus. "I can't do it."

"Tell me when the cabin boy became captain in a day?" Addus shook his head. "Practice, my lass, all you need is practice. My first shots as a boy would have missed those bales entirely. May I?" He motioned for the bow and she passed it to him. Addus selected an arrow, drew a breath, sighted, and then let the arrow fly. Bullseye.

Both Stephanie's and Angel's eyes were wide.

"Not so much with the boards, but he's a whiz with a bow!" commented Angel enthusiastically.

"Oh, Sir Addus!" Stephanie beamed. "That was incredible."

Addus smiled modestly, "That? Nothing but practice... Ye have a good natural form, lass. Ye'll be better than I, in time. I can assure ye of that. Just remember as well that ye'll be losing height over distance. So be making account for the fall of the arrow on yer longer shots."

Stephanie began to practice religiously for the next few days. The tips of her fingers were sore and she rarely neared the bullseye, but she kept at it. Angel spent this time thrusting and parrying with her little cutlass. She informed Stephanie that she did not need the practice, she just needed to keep herself in 'tip top condition'.

\- - -

Stephanie's journal was not nearly as eventful at this juncture. Besides archery practice, the only thing she had to document was the shortage of food and water. They were rationed on both, as quite a few supplies had been lost in the storm.

\- - -

A few nights later Stephanie and Aidian both stood at the railing and watched the sunset. The blue of the sky was turning to a brilliant crimson, with dashes of a deep purple wine. The sun slowly sank, as if taking refuge beneath the sea, lining the horizon with gold. The black of night began filling the heavens, the overflow spreading across the water. Above, the stars glimmered like diamonds set perfectly in the black velvet of the evening sky. The full moon rose majestically in the east, casting a phosphorescent, ghostly glow over the ship.

"It is so very beautiful," Stephanie said softly, breaking the long silence. "Nighttime comes too quickly and those beautiful sunsets never last long enough. Then when the moon rises... it's so peaceful, so..."

Stephanie's sentence and the silence were both abruptly broken by some yelling from the sailors. The captain hollered back urgently. It was hard to understand what was going on, but Stephanie caught one word that sent a chill down her spine: 'Dirwin'!

The nightmarish creatures were already clambering up the starboard side of the ship, clawing their way out of the darkness and upward to the railing. Aidian turned to Stephanie.

"Go below decks, now!" he ordered curtly.

"Only to get my bow!" Stephanie retorted with a glare. She ran down to her cabin. By the time she returned, some of the dirwins had already breached the main railing. She quickly climbed to the bridge deck and starting taking aim.

She looked down the arrow shaft at one of the creatures that was cresting the railing. As she focused on the hideous monster, she started to shake. With a quick prayer for strength, she steeled herself and let her first arrow fly. Amazingly, it found its target and the dirwin fell back into the sea.

There were over a dozen on the main deck now, and the crew were fighting them off with everything they could lay their hands to. The dirwins were fierce and strong, their teeth were their main weapons. If you did not keep your distance, you could easily end up without an arm or a leg.

Stephanie was managing, with difficulty, to keep them off the bridge deck. With a limited supply of arrows in her quiver, she was trying to make every shot count.

The battle was intense. The whole crew fought for nearly an hour before the tide started to turn. One by one, the dirwins were either killed or knocked back into the ocean. As they were gradually vanquished, fewer and fewer were willing to climb back up the side of the ship to soak up the punishment being dealt out by the crew of the Knight's Sailor.

Stephanie looked over to the other side of the main deck. What she saw there made her already racing heart leap into her throat. Angel was slashing valiantly at a dirwin that had scaled the port side of the ship. The creature had her cornered. Angel was keeping it at bay, deftly parrying the beast's raking claws with her cutlass. She was managing to get in a few cuts as well, which was only serving to further anger the creature.

Stephanie watched helplessly as the dirwin reared up and went in for the kill. She did not even realize what she was doing. There was no pause to aim. In one swift, clean motion, she pulled the last arrow from her quiver and fired.

The next moment took place in heart-stopping slow motion. The dirwin leaped forward onto Angel as the arrow flew through the air towards them both. Stephanie screamed out involuntarily as she saw the creature land heavily on her best friend. Her heart sank as she lost sight of Angel underneath the scaly beast. Then her missile found its mark. The arrow hit true and penetrated deeply. The dirwin arched its back and let out a blood-curdling scream. It then crumpled and rolled limply to one side, Stephanie's arrow in its back and Angel's cutlass in its chest. Angel was motionless on the deck. Stephanie cried out in agony.

"Oh dear Lord... No!... Not Angel! Not my Angel!!"

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

It's Nobody Right?

~ The Trade Charade ~

"Only better? We'll rule like our father, only better?" asked Nathaniel querulously. "Whatcha go telling them that for?"

"I have some ideas," replied Joel.

"We don't have to kill anybody else, do we?" asked Kirk plaintively.

"No, we don't," Joel responded cryptically.

"That was an accident, Kirk," admonished Nathaniel. "Joel didn't mean to ki... hey, what do you mean, 'we don't'?"

"You are getting way ahead of yourself, brother," replied Joel. "Probably nobody has to kill anybody." Kirk looked confused, then he brightened.

"Yeah... how could nobody kill anybody anyway?" Kirk explained to Nathaniel. "I mean, it's nobody, right?" Nathaniel ignored Kirk, he had again picked up on the important word in Joel's statement.

"Probably?" he asked Joel. "What exactly are you thinking?"

"It's pretty simple, really," explained Joel, looking directly at Kirk for emphasis. "You know how Father was running those trade missions to the Metilian islands?"

"He was?" asked both Kirk and Nathaniel simultaneously.

"Yes, he was," Joel replied, with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. "Don't you two pay attention to anything that goes on around here?"

"Okay, so there were trade missions," said Nathaniel quickly. "What's your point?"

"Well, I always wondered: Why are we trading with these people? Why don't we just take what we want?"

"Wouldn't they get mad?" asked Kirk. "I'd be mad if you just took my stuff."

"Maybe..." admitted Joel casually. "But what are they gonna do about it? They're Metilians, right?"

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Always Herself

~ Fish and Ships ~

Stephanie raced down to the main deck. As she reached Angel, her worst fear seemed to be confirmed. Her beloved cat was motionless, laid out on her back next to the sea creature. Her normally silken tummy fur was matted and red. There was a puddle of blood between Angel and the evil beast. Stephanie's eyes took in the scene in an instant and she panicked. She threw herself at the creature's carcass and pummeled its chest with her fists, screaming, "How could you... you monster... my Angel, my beautiful Angel..." She stopped and raised her eyes to heaven, sobbing.

"I think... it's dead already..." came a faint voice from beside her.

"Angel?!"

"I said... it's dead already..." Angel repeated feebly, blinking her eyes and rolling on her side.

"Angel! Be careful, you're hurt!" Stephanie admonished her, quickly kneeling down.

"Cut... liissss," whispered Angel.

"Where?" asked Stephanie, carefully parting Angel's tummy fur to check on her injuries.

"In the dirwin..." replied Angel, a little louder now and with a touch of exasperation in her voice. "Get it out."

"What? Oh, cutlass! In the dirwin. Don't worry about that now! You have to..."

"I'm... fine," interrupted Angel. "Just had the wind... knocked out of me. Please... get... my... sword."

Stephanie complied, delicately withdrawing the blade from the deceased dirwin.

"Angel, you had me so scared. I thought that dirwin was going to eat you for sure."

"Y-yeah," admitted Angel, a little shakily. "You know, for a minute there, even cat food wasn't looking too bad. It was a little boring back home, but at least that noisy dog next door never tried to snack on me." Then she brightened and continued, "But we sure showed 'em, didn't we? Nasty critters!"

"We showed them all right," Stephanie smiled fondly at her friend. "But I think we had help. I didn't even aim that arrow, yet it flew straight and true for the mark."

"Oh? And how do we know that you killed it?" asked Angel aggrievedly. "After all, I did give it a pretty good thrust with my trusty sword."

Stephanie laughed out loud and hugged her beloved cat tightly, "Angel, my sweet Angel. I stand corrected, it was definitely your kill."

"I'm just saying..." muttered Angel.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Beasts of Butterfly

~ Boared Out of Her Mind ~

June 17th,

'The captain has spotted the Silver-Isles with his telescope. We should be arriving tomorrow. Addus' back is improving, but that dragon gave him a nasty burn. Between the dirwins and the dragons, he keeps talking about quitting the sea, which would be a shame. I understand that he is in line to captain a ship himself. I think he would make a great leader, he is very good at organizing the crew. I do not know what Captain Carrious would do without him.

I must confess that I am worried about the dirwins myself, now that I have seen them. I liked it better when they were just a story, the reality is much more frightening.

Well, I must go. It is time for supper, such as it is.'

\- - -

Dinner was delicious but the portions were very small. Almost no food or fresh water remained on the ship. Everyone on board was both famished and parched. They were counting the hours until they reached the Silver Isles.

"I hope we arrive before midday," Aidian said, as his stomach growled.

"Before breakfast," corrected Angel. (She, of all on board, hated most to miss a meal.)

\- - -

The night was warm and the wind was in their favour. Stephanie and Angel awoke to the cries of "Land ho!" Stephanie scrambled to get dressed while Angel waited impatiently, then they ran up the stairs and out on to the main deck. Everyone, it seemed, was already there and lined up at the railing.

"Finally, the isles!" Flurry said with relief. Horses drink quite a lot of water, and she could not wait to get off the ship and find some.

"It will be wonderful to see them, dear Flurry," Stephanie agreed.

"The view is okay," said Angel, leaping gracefully to the upper deck. "If you like that sort of thing."

"Okay? Angel! Metilia is amazing... a land of true beauty. Everything here is wonderful, the scenery, the people, the animals. It's like a... well, it's like a fairy tale and..."

"Yeah, yeah... I know, it's like 'all you've ever dreamed'," Angel replied, without interest. "Except for the dirwins. Myself, I'm in the mood for more adventure... or possibly a nap, after we eat."

"Don't ye be mockin' the maiden, Wussy Pussy," Captain Carrious chimed in as he walked by. "Any adventure be mightily drab without the scenery."

When he was out of earshot, Flurry and Stephanie burst out laughing.

"Now you know how Aidian feels, 'Wussy Pussy'!" Stephanie teased.

"Yes. Where is Princey, Wussy Pussy?" chuckled Flurry.

"Right here," Aidian called out, as he walked towards them. Flurry stopped and hung her head. "Thank you for your words of support, Stephanie," the prince said, glaring at Flurry.

"You're welcome," Stephanie replied, with a meaning glance at Angel. "It is a shame that some people's animals have no manners at all."

Now it was Flurry's turn to be embarrassed. "Well, you would be laughing too," she said defensively. "Except that you are in l..." That is as far as she got when Stephanie elbowed her sharply in the side.

"Except that she is in what?" Aidian asked inquisitively.

"Nothing," said Flurry sullenly, hanging her head.

"Come on, now I am curious," Aidian insisted.

"Curiosity killed the cat," Stephanie blurted out.

"I, for one, am disgusted with that expression," said Angel crossly. "I will not have you perpetuating it in this world."

"Well?" Aidian was not willing to be distracted.

Stephanie looked at Flurry pleadingly. Fortunately, Nightwind and Muddle walked over and interrupted the conversation.

"Hullo, what is all this about?" Nightwind asked enquiringly.

"What-cha doin'?" Muddle added.

"Nothing," Flurry replied, with a sweet smile at Nightwind. He smiled back, forgetting every topic entirely.

Muddle, being Muddle, had also forgotten his question. "Nice weather huh?" he asked foolishly.

"Yes, very," sighed Angel.

"Will you all stop it!" said Aidian impatiently. "What is the big secret here?"

"My apologies, Sire. I made an assumption," Flurry said.

"About what, Flurry?" pressed Aidian.

"Nothing of significance, Sire."

Angel piped up, purposefully avoiding Stephanie's glare, "Obviously it concerns you, Prince, if they do not want to speak of it in front of you."

"Valid point, cat. Now what is so dreadful that you cannot utter of it in my presence? Have I committed some wrong?"

"No Aidian, of course not," Stephanie replied sweetly.

"Please Sire, it was nothing. May we just forget about it and focus on the Silver Isles?" Flurry pleaded.

"I agree, dear Flurry," said Nightwind. "Let us concentrate on the..." His speech was interrupted by Aidian.

" I say, you do give up easily Night? I am not going anywhere until I hear what is the matter."

"Oh, all right..." Flurry relented. "I thought that Stephanie liked..." She stopped as Stephanie elbowed her sharply in the side again.

"Liked what?" prompted Aidian.

"Ah... seafood!" Flurry said foolishly. Stephanie hit her forehead with her palm, Angel sighed, and Aidian just looked confused.

Nightwind laughed. "It is pretty obvious, Aidian. Flurry thought Stephanie was in love with you." He laughed again. Angel looked away, Flurry looked nervous, and the humans did not know what to say. It was Muddle who broke the awkward silence.

"Nice weather huh?" he commented, again looking innocently skyward.

"We be dockin' in ten minutes, Princey!" called out Carrious as he approached.

\- - -

The island was beautiful. Covered with green grass and tall trees, it was much prettier than the last isle they had visited. There was a big grassy clearing down by the dock, liberally sprinkled with brightly coloured wildflowers. A large well graced the upper edge of the clearing, with a wide path leading to town on the left and a narrow one leading up the mountain to the right.

"Water!" cried Nightwind, spotting the well. He picked his way carefully down the gangplank to the dock, then galloped at full speed. He was soon joined there by Flurry and Angel. There was a large trough beside the well that was almost full of water.

"Me and my big horse mouth," Nightwind said to Flurry, pausing at last in his efforts to drain the trough. "I think I made a mess of things."

"It is not your fault, I opened my mouth first," replied Flurry sadly.

"And I added to the problem," Angel agreed, looking at Nightwind. "It makes things a little awkward. I don't think she's angry, just embarrassed. But I think we can fix it... if we work together."

"I am with you," said Nightwind. "I would like to make it right again."

"I will help in any way that I can as well," Flurry said quietly.

"I'm not sure why I'm even thinking of this. I am sworn to protect her from danger and now I am trying to smooth things over between her and this prince." Angel shook her head and continued, "Anyway, here's the plan..."

\- - -

"So, what do you think?" asked Angel.

"Let us give it a try, cat," Nightwind said. "Quiet! Here comes Aidian."

"Plan 'Distraction' into action," replied Angel, as she bounded off to join Stephanie down by the dock.

"Stephanie! Care to go for a walk, just a cat and her girl? It would give us a chance to explore together!" Angel's forced enthusiasm made her sound a little like a used-car salesman, but Stephanie did not seem to notice.

"Sure!" she replied, brightening.

They headed off up to the right, following the narrow path that led to the mountain.

"This is more like it!" announced Angel. "A cat and her girl, off adventuring!"

"How far up should we explore?" asked Stephanie.

"Let's go high enough that we can get a good view of the isle," urged Angel.

\- - -

Meanwhile, the horses were talking to Aidian by the well:

"Oh Prince, do you know where Stephanie is?!" Flurry asked dramatically. (A bit too dramatically, if the truth be known.) Nightwind sighed heavily and rolled his eyes.

"No," Aidian replied, blushing a little at the mention of her name.

"We hath not seen her," Nightwind said theatrically, trying his best to sound convincing. "Angel took her exploring, doest thou think it safe?"

"What? Where?" Aidian asked, suddenly looking anxious.

"They went up yonder mountain," Nightwind replied, pointing with his muzzle to the narrow path.

Aidian looked very worried now, he had just been talking to Carrious and the captain had advised him to stay away from the mountain path. Apparently, the locals had run into wild beasts there.

"I had better follow!" Aidian ran off towards the path. Nightwind watched him leave, shaking his head.

"I cannot believe he fell for that."

"I thought we were very convincing," said Flurry archly. "Did you not?"

"Ah, yes... very convincing," replied Nightwind, turning to Flurry with a smile.

\- - -

"Angel... W-what's that?" Stephanie asked fearfully.

"It's some kind of beast," said Angel in surprise.

Things were not working out according to her plan. She had just wanted them to seem to be in danger. This was much more than she had bargained for. Standing before them was a huge boar of a beast. It had bristly tufts of hair that poked out all over, and beady little red eyes that were trained directly on them. It snorted angrily.

"Ah... Hi there?" Stephanie called out to it. The beast scraped its front hoof across the ground.

"I don't think this beast talks, unless it's an after-dinner chat," said Angel grimly.

"I do my talking with my tusks," snorted the boar. "Here is what I have to say." And with that, he charged.

Angel stood in front of Stephanie and bravely drew her cutlass. Then, the unexpected happened. Aidian came bounding up the path, distracting the boar. He sized up the situation quickly and charged the beast while it was still confused. Aidian got in a good thrust with his sword, wounding it severely. Then the boar counter-attacked, but the prince was able to dodge it. Another quick slash of Aidian's weapon and the beast lay dead. Aidian carefully cleaned his sword in the grass and then walked over.

Stephanie hugged him tightly, "Thank you Aidian, thank you!"

"Twas no trouble, I am only glad I arrived here in time. Night spotted you and your cat heading up this way."

"Thank you, Sire," said Angel, looking at Aidian with a new respect. "I do believe that you saved our lives."

"Truly, it was nothing. Really just a successful hunt is all," replied Aidian modestly.

"Still..." said Stephanie.

"Listen..." interrupted Aidian earnestly. "I am really sorry about Nightwind's comment."

"Not as sorry as I am, about Angel and Flurry," replied Stephanie.

Aidian sighed, "And in your world, animals cannot talk? Perhaps that is a blessing."

"You may be right about that," admitted Stephanie, with a sidelong glance at her cat. Angel, who was just starting to recover from the shock, tried unsuccessfully to look simultaneously hurt and innocent.

"Let us return to the others, before we run into any more of those," Aidian suggested, nodding his head towards the dead boar. Stephanie shuddered at the sight, took Aidian's hand and together they walked back down the path, Angel bringing up the rear.

\- - -

When they arrived back at the clearing, Stephanie and Aidian headed toward the town and the horses cornered Angel right away.

"They are holding hands!" Flurry whispered excitedly. "Your plan worked, Angel!"

"Oh, it worked. A little too well..." replied Angel, shaking her head in disbelief. "We were attacked by a wild boar."

"What!?" cried Nightwind and Flurry simultaneously.

"A huge... hairy... wild... boar..." confirmed Angel, emphasizing each word.

"A 'loose' boar...?" asked Nightwind slyly.

"With tusks," Angel confirmed, missing the reference completely. "Next time I come up with a plan, somebody please shoot me."

\- - -

The animals caught up to Stephanie and Aidian, who were talking animatedly together.

"Well, we cannot complain about a lack of adventure now, can we?" asked Aidian.

"No, it has been a pretty exciting trip so far," agreed Stephanie.

"What do you think of this isle, other than the inhospitable boars?" he smiled.

"Other than that... it is beautiful, Aidian. Just when I think Metilia cannot be any prettier, we see sights that just take my breath away."

"Being with you, I am appreciating the beauty anew," agreed Aidian. "Sharing it with you is like seeing it all for the first time myself."

"I'm glad it's you I'm sharing it with," Stephanie smiled. "And then you saved my life!"

"It was really nothing...." he stammered, more than a little embarrassed. "Oh, I say! Hullo?"

They were passing the end of a field and Aidian had just spotted a farmer standing at the edge of his crop, looking dejected. He was tall and thin, his clothes threadbare and tattered.

"Hullo yourself," returned the farmer, without enthusiasm.

"Beautiful day," continued Aidian.

"I suppose," replied the farmer, looking up at the sky as if to check.

"Sorry to pry, Sir," said Aidian respectfully. "But what is your trouble, if you do not mind my asking?"

"Well, it is a beautiful crop," sighed the farmer.

"It's gorgeous," agreed Stephanie, surveying the field. "So healthy looking. But why would this make you so depressed, Sir?"

"It is nothing really," replied the farmer, looking over his shoulder. "Nothing for you to worry about anyway."

"Any sadness in Metilia concerns us all," Aidian reproved him. "Perhaps there is something we can do to help?"

"No one can help, except perhaps the King of Metilia, and I understand that his ill health prevents him from traveling."

"King Dorinn is indeed ill and is retiring from active service," confirmed Aidian. "There is to be a new king of Metilia. My father, King Herick of Yorkyin Land, is currently traveling to meet with King Dorinn." The farmer brightened slightly, and eyed Aidian up and down.

"Then you, young sir, would be Prince Aidian?"

"Yes sir, I would be," admitted Aidian. "Might I again inquire as to your troubles?"

"The troubles are not just mine," said the farmer, shaking his head sadly. "All of Butterfly Island suffers at the hand of..." He stopped and looked around, as if afraid of being overheard. Then he whispered, "The governor, Duke Rothen."

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Runaround

~ Blissfully Run-aware ~

Nathaniel looked at his brother Joel with a new respect, (and possibly a touch of fear), as he pondered how much was going on in the world that he had been completely unaware of.

"How could father have been running trade missions?" he asked thoughtfully.

"Yeah..." Kirk agreed, first nodding then shaking his head. "I've never seen father run anywhere."

Joel rolled his eyes and sighed. "By finding Metilians that are willing to trade stuff," he replied impatiently.

"But... how exactly would he do that?" Nathaniel pressed.

"Wait..." Kirk said, looking even more confused. "How can father run anywhere? He's dead!"

"You wanna explain it to him?" Nathaniel asked.

"No..." sighed Joel again. "I really don't."

"Kirk!" Nathaniel said, speaking slowly. "Father isn't running the trade missions anymore, Joel wants us to run them."

"Right..." replied Kirk skeptically. "We don't run anywhere, mostly we ride horses. So we're gonna ride horses to islands to trade? You think I'm dim-witted or something?"

"Yes," interjected Joel. "But that's not the point. The trade missions are run, ah... done with ships."

"But... we don't have any ships in Famila," Nathaniel said slowly, looking confused. "Do we?"

"No, why would we build ships in a country with no coastline?" Joel asked slyly.

"So... huh?!" Both Nathaniel and Kirk were now completely lost.

"You just borrow them," Joel explained.

"From the Metilians?" asked Nathaniel.

"No... from the Camtrans."

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The Rothen Riot

~ Civil Sore ~

"Hello Sir! Please state your name and business with the Duke," the guard asked, when they arrived at the island's small, but heavily fortified castle.

"I am Prince Aidian, son of King Herick, of Yorkyin Land," Aidian said, with authority.

"Yes, your Prince!" replied the guard respectfully. "I will inform the Duke of your arrival, your Prince." He raised the portcullis and ushered them in. Then he lowered the portcullis again and ran off to find the Duke.

"Your name carries some weight around these parts, eh Princey?" said Angel, impressed in spite of herself.

"More my father's name, than mine, I am sure..." replied the prince modestly. "Wussy Pussy." Angel hissed and everyone was still chuckling when the guard came back.

"The Duke will see you now," he announced breathlessly. "Please follow me."

They followed the guard through the castle, up several rather wide stone staircases, until they were led through a doorway into a large, sumptuously appointed room. The walls were adorned with fine fabrics, the floors completely covered in beautiful carpeting. There was a huge window behind him, looking down upon the island.

"Ah, Prince Adan," said the Duke, rising from a huge, ornate, jewel-encrusted throne. "Pleasure to meet you."

"We will see about that," replied Aidian cryptically. "My name, Sir, is Aidian."

"Oh, my apologies," said the Duke, glaring at the guard pointedly. "It is so very hard to get good help these days." The guard glared back for a second, then his gaze fell to the ground.

"I will get right to the point, Duke Rothen," said Aidian coldly. "I have been speaking to some of your subjects, and they are not happy."

"Peasants!" replied the Duke, sitting back on the throne with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You try to build a strong kingdom, but they are never happy. They simply do not understand these things as we do."

"I am not sure that I understand either," said Aidian. "Perhaps you could explain it to me?"

"The kingdom must be strong, with a large reserve of wealth, held by those in power. Those that understand. The peasants have no business sense. They need only enough to get by, more in their hands is just waste."

"I am afraid I cannot agree, Duke. That is not my understanding of the Metilian way," Aidian replied.

"I see... You are your father's son," said the Duke distastefully. "That being the case, we have nothing further to discuss. You are dismissed." The duke then rose from his throne and left the room.

"Dismissed?!" yelped Angel angrily. "I'll show him dismissed!" She pulled her cutlass and headed after the Duke, but Aidian grabbed her tail and held her back.

"Will you stop doing that!" she complained, whipping around to face him.

"Sorry, cat, but that is not going to do any good," said Aidian. The guard came forward and ushered them to the door. He looked apologetically at Aidian when they reached the gate.

"I am sorry, Prince, that your meeting did not go well."

"As am I," replied Aidian. "Your master was not very receptive."

"Master!" The guard spat the word out with disgust. "He is not fit to be master of a dog, let alone an island. We thought he was a clever man, turns out he is but a criminal."

"Serious charges, Sir," cautioned Aidian. "On what grounds do you say this?"

"He takes from the farmers and the townspeople, much more than he should," said the guard. "Then he sells what he does not use to the Familians, keeping the wealth for himself."

"What!?" exploded Aidian angrily. "Why has something not been done about this?"

"What can I do?" asked the guard, seemingly surprised by Aidian's question.

"What about the other guards, do they feel the same way?"

"All hate him with a passion!" replied the guard candidly.

"Well maybe it's time you did something about it," Stephanie said.

"Let's get him!" Angel agreed, heading back into the castle.

"Hold on," Aidian cautioned. "Let us go talk to the farmer. Perhaps he could help by organizing the townspeople."

"Then we whack him?" asked Angel.

"Yes, cat," agreed Aidian. "Then we whack him." Turning to the guard, he added: "Tonight!"

\- - -

They rejoined the horses and walked back towards the ship. Arriving at the first farm, they went looking for the farmer. He was working in his barn, on an old, rusty piece of equipment.

"We have had an audience with Governor Rothen," Aidian began.

"And...?" prompted the farmer suspiciously, looking up from his task.

"We have also been talking to a few of the other farmers and townspeople we have met along the way."

"And...?"

"And we have decided that, with your help, Governor Rothen needs to be deposed."

"Aye. What do you need me to do?" asked the farmer determinedly.

"I need you to get as many people together as you can. I believe we should confront the governor tonight," answered Aidian.

"What weapons should we bring?" asked the farmer grimly.

"No weapons. I do not anticipate any blood need be shed this day," replied Aidian.

"What?" cried Angel, clearly dismayed. "Aren't we going to whack him?"

"No, cat. Not in the way you suggest, a show of force is all we need," said Aidian reprovingly.

"What about the guards?" asked the farmer suspiciously. "You would have us go against the Duke's guards unarmed?"

"I have spoken with them, they bear no allegiance to Rothen," returned Aidian with confidence.

"Aye..." replied the farmer doubtfully.

\- - -

They gathered together in town that evening at the appointed hour. There was a huge crowd of people, the streets were filled in all directions. Aidian found their friend the farmer in the town centre, trying to keep the mass of people quiet.

"You have done your job exceptionally well," commented Aidian to the farmer. "Everyone on the island must be here."

"Aye. Not a difficult task," replied the farmer simply. "Everyone was all too ready to help."

"I hope we can contain all these people," said Stephanie worriedly. "I see some have brought weapons."

"I told all I talked to that there was no need," agreed the farmer. "But there is great anger here towards Rothen."

"Perhaps if I spoke to them?" suggested Aidian.

"Aye..." replied the farmer dubiously.

Aidian jumped on to Nightwind's back and stood up carefully. "Good citizens!" he said loudly. Some of the buzz from the people nearby lessened. "Good citizens!!" he repeated, even louder than before. More quieted down, so he proceeded.

"I am Aidian, son of King Herick of Yorkyin Land," Aidian said. "We are here to depose Governor Rothen from the throne."

"Kill him!" shouted someone from the back. More shouts of "Kill him!" echoed through the crowd.

"No!" said Aidian loudly. "There will be no killing. You will leave your weapons behind." A buzz of disappointment rolled through the masses.

"Rothen will be brought to justice," Aidian assured them. "In fact, he belongs in the dungeon."

"The dungeon!" cheered several in the crowd.

"Follow me!" said Aidian. He climbed down from Nightwind's back and started the procession to the castle. Stephanie, Angel, Addus, Racon, Flurry and Muddle were directly behind him. They were closely followed by, it seemed, the entire populace of the island.

When they arrived at the castle, Aidian spoke to the guard: "Please inform Governor Rothen that Prince Aidian of Yorkyin Land and party are here to see him."

"Yes... ah... very well," replied the guard, looking in awe at the crush of townspeople swelling behind Aidian. He scurried away, returning moments later to usher them in. The governor was sitting on his throne, reading.

"Prince Aidian," said the governor, not looking up. "I suppose you are back to..." At this point he raised his eyes and saw the crowd quietly filing into his chambers. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked angrily.

"You are being relieved of your duties, effective immediately," replied Aidian. "If you will please accompany me to the dungeon."

"W-what? I think not!" sputtered Rothen. "Guards! Guards!" Several of the guards came running, their swords drawn. "Throw these people out!" yelled Rothen to the guards.

"I do not think so, Sir," replied the guard derisively. "Tis' you we will be throwing out." The guards escorted the still sputtering governor out the door and away to the dungeon.

All the people cheered and chants of 'Prince Aidian for governor!' and 'Long live the prince!' filled the room. Aidian was blushing as he addressed the crowd.

"Thank you, good people of Butterfly Island," Aidian began. "I cannot stay to govern here, but I did have an idea for Rothen's replacement, if you will permit me." There was a cheer from everyone in the room.

"That seems like a vote of confidence," Stephanie observed to Aidian, nudging him in the ribs. Aidian blushed again.

"I propose the nomination of... Governor Addus!" said Aidian, grabbing Addus' hand and raising it, with his own, towards the ceiling. Another cheer rose from the crowd and they began to chant:

"Ad-dus, Ad-dus, Ad-dus!"

"Congratulations, Governor!" beamed Aidian to the shocked-looking first mate. "It appears to be unanimous."

"But Prince, I know nothing of being a governor," Addus protested quietly.

"Nonsense!" Aidian said out of the corner of his mouth, still smiling broadly at the crowd. "You have been looking after Carrious' crew for years. You are next in line for promotion. Think of it as being captain of the island."

"Never thought of it like that," replied Addus, brightening up. "On land too!" He stood up straighter and waved to the crowd, who were still chanting 'Addus... Addus'.

Stephanie and Angel came forward to shake the new governor's hand.

"Congratulations!" said Stephanie. "I know you will be a good leader to these people, but we will surely miss you on board the ship."

"And I will miss you, fair maiden," replied Addus pointedly, casting a sidelong glance at her feline companion. Angel missed the look entirely as she stepped up to congratulate him.

"You'll do okay," said Angel, offering her paw to Addus. "It's not like there are any loose boards on an island."

\- - -

"You made a wise choice, Aidian," Stephanie said, when they were back on the ship later that evening.

"I cannot take the credit," he replied humbly. "It just flashed into my head, right at that moment."

"Well, it was brilliant, regardless."

"Yes, far too brilliant to have come from me," Aidian chuckled. "I know He had a hand in that one."

\- - -

Thanks to a steady stream of deliveries from a jubilant population, the ship received more than enough supplies for the next leg of their journey. In the end, Carrious had to turn people away, as there was simply too much food and drink to stow it all on board.

All of the crew filed off the ship to congratulate Addus and wish him well. Once all were back on board, they cast off for the next isle. It was about two days until the next entry in Stephanie's log.

June 21st,

'We should be arriving at Marine Isle within a day or so. This leg of the journey has been a short one and everyone's mood is as bright and sunny as the weather. Even Nightwind and Angel have gotten along quite well. Aidian finally admitted to me that this is his first sea journey. We are having so much fun together. We both enjoy our stories, and we are both thankful to be living one. I'm so glad that Governor Rothen has been removed from power. Life is too sweet and wonderful in Metilia to be spoiled by evil rulers such as him. I know that Addus will be a good and just governor for the people.

I must go to the main deck now, I hear Aidian calling that land is in sight. We must have arrived!'

\- - -

"Land ho!" called out Aidian from the foc'sle of the ship. "Land ho!" he repeated, when no one seemed to be paying any attention to him. "Captain Carrious, I see Marine-Isle!" he cried out, spotting Carrious on the main deck. The captain hurried towards him, his finger to his lips, his expression one of disapproval. He did not speak until he and Aidian were standing together.

"That not be Marine-Isle," Carrious admonished Aidian in a low tone. "That island be unnamed and unexplored. It does not exist, Princey."

"I am sorry, I do not understand," asked Aidian, shaking his head in confusion. "It does not exist?"

"Aye," confirmed Carrious gravely. At this point, both Stephanie and Angel arrived, drawn by Aidian's call of imminent landfall.

"How soon until we get to the island?" asked Angel, stretching and yawning. "Was it really necessary to interrupt my nap before we actually arrived?"

"Go back to yer bunk, Wussy Pussy," directed Carrious. "We be not stopping at that island."

"Why?" asked Aidian, Stephanie, and Angel simultaneously. The captain sighed.

"Ye are aware that the Silver Isles once belonged to the Camtrans?" he began.

"Yes," replied Aidian. Stephanie and Angel looked blank.

"Camtra is another kingdom, west of Metilia," explained Aidian.

"Not another kingdom, Princey... an evil kingdom," corrected Carrious. "We Metilians liberated the islands from the Camtrans many, many years ago. All o' the islands, in fact, 'cept this very one."

"Why not?" asked Angel.

"They could not," replied the captain simply. "The isle be cursed with Camtran magic."

"Bosh!" said Aidian suddenly.

"Bosh, Princey?" asked Carrious quizzically. "Ye think I would be spinnin' ye a story?"

"No, of course not," explained Aidian. "I just think that the 'all powerful' Camtran magic is a fairy tale. I stopped believing in that a long time ago."

"Good on ye," replied Carrious doubtfully.

"We must stop," insisted Aidian. "I will prove to you that the craft of the Camtrans is just a legend."

"Ye be the prince," Carrious bowed towards Aidian to make his point. "But I be the captain. I won't port my ship in Camtran waters."

"Fine," agreed Aidian. "Give me a tender and a half day. I will explore the island and prove my point."

"With due respect, Princey, can a man talk ye out of it?"

"With due respect, Captain Carrious, no, you cannot."

"Ye have your father's spirit," said Carrious resignedly.

"A spirit of courage!" commended Stephanie proudly.

"Nay, a spirit of bull-headedness," replied Carrious, still shaking his head as he went off to give the order to stop the ship and make anchor.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Magic, Monsters, Marine

~ We Be Leavin' Magic ~

"Bull-headedness?" teased Stephanie as Aidian rowed the tender towards the island. They were headed for a sandy beach located in a cove on the shoreline.

"Carrious may say what he wishes," replied Aidian. "I came on this trip to adventure and explore."

"True, but..." she shivered a little as they came closer to the island. "Magic?"

"The Camtran magic is but an old fairy tale," scoffed Aidian. "The real enemy is the Familians, and they deal in brute force, not magical powers."

"I don't know..." mused Stephanie. "After the locket brought me here, I really started to believe in magic."

Aidian stopped pulling on the oars and looked at her seriously, the sweat from his efforts beaded on his forehead.

"That is not magic," Aidian admonished her sternly. "Sometimes, He merely uses devices beyond our understanding to accomplish His goals. Magic is when men attempt to do the same. The difference is that He knows what He is doing. Men do not, and cannot be trusted with such power."

"I'll tell you what's magic," grinned Angel. " Not having to eat cat food ever again. Now that's magic!"

"Good, it may be, Cat," Aidian smiled back. "But magic it is not." He grabbed the oars again and started rowing.

When they arrived at the shore, Aidian and Stephanie hopped out into the shallow water and dragged the tender a little ways up on to the beach.

"The captain mentioned that the tide would be coming in," said Aidian, dropping the anchor in the sand.

"Where shall we start?" asked Stephanie, as Angel jumped from the boat. "We only have the half-day to explore."

"Let us head for higher ground, towards the center of the island," suggested Aidian. "We will try to see what is not visible from the water."

The trip inland was fairly easy, a gentle climb up mostly bare rock. The island had very little vegetation, just some hardy, low brush. Once they reached the summit, such as it was, Aidian and Stephanie turned and waved to the waiting ship. They were aware that all eyes and every available telescope would be trained on them.

"See, Captain?" muttered Aidian. "We have not disappeared in a puff of smoke or been turned into dragons yet."

"Not yet," Stephanie reminded him, turning to look past the outer ridge of the island.

"There is a lake down there," observed Angel. "But I don't see much else."

"If that is all we have to explore, we best be exploring it," replied Aidian, striding purposefully down the inner rim towards the lake. "We are burning sunlight."

"Daylight," corrected Stephanie, close behind him.

"Adventure knows no schedule!" Angel chimed in boldly.

As they got closer to the lake, the terrain became steeper. They skidded a little on some loose rocks during the descent, sliding for a short distance. When they got themselves stopped, they were by the mouth of a cave, close to the water's edge. They could not see very far inside, but Stephanie spotted some writing on the rock by the entrance. Aidian and Stephanie wiped at the moss to uncover all that was written there:

The Treasure Keeper

Fearful Listeners, hear my tale,

Of one who traveled through the veil,

This young man, the crown bearer,

A secret isle, the core of terror,

Darkest evil, oft foretold,

To gain its possession,

More precious than gold.

"Sooo, I think it's established that we are not going in the cave?" asked Stephanie, looking around uneasily.

"No..." agreed Aidian thoughtfully, turning away from the cave and towards the lake. "We shall just venture down a little closer to the water, then head back."

Once down by the edge of the lake, they stared across its flat, inky blackness.

"I am beginning to think that the captain was right," admitted Aidian. "I, for one, am starting to get a very bad feeling about this place."

"Make that two," agreed Stephanie. "There is a definite evil here..."

"Make that three," added Angel, from behind them. "And if we hurry, we might make it back in time for supper!"

"I thought adventure had no schedule," teased Aidian.

"Adventure is timeless," nodded Angel. "But supper is at four bells." Stephanie chuckled nervously as she looked into the dark water of the lake. Suddenly, a movement caught her eye.

"Look!" cried Stephanie and Angel simultaneously.

Angel was referring to a large bird, flying across the surface of the lake. It was the first sign of life they had seen on the island.

Stephanie was pointing into the water. She could scarcely believe what she was seeing. A dull light, no... two dull lights coming towards the surface with astonishing speed. They quickly stepped back from the water, just as the most horrifying creature broached the lake and leaped into the air.

It was a sickly pale green, its face almost like a human skeleton. The lights Stephanie had seen were its glowing eyes, huge bulging white orbs. It was almost twice the size of Aidian. It had a row of spikes running along its spine, ending in a sharp tail. The arms were much like that of a human, but with large claws instead of fingers. The legs were both long and strong, finishing in webbed feet. The creature snapped Angel's bird in its gaping mouth and dropped back into the lake, disappearing as quickly as it had materialized.

"What was that?!" asked Stephanie, her voice quavering with fright.

"I do not know," replied Aidian fearfully.

"And I don't want to know," added Angel grimly. "Let's get out of here!"

They headed quickly back up the hill, Angel leading the way. They had some trouble on the loose section above the cave and Stephanie started getting a little panicky when they could not seem to make any headway.

"Grab my hand!" Aidian said frantically. "And I will pull you up. Then you do the same for me." It worked, and once they passed the slippery area, they sprinted to the summit. Then they flat-out ran down the hill to the tender.

Back at the lake, having watched their escape intently, the creature sank slowly back to the depths, its glowing eyes fading once more into the blackness.

\- - -

"I stand before you, a chastened man," admitted Aidian to Carrious. They were standing on the main deck, recounting their adventure whilst the crew was busy securing the tender. "I never would have believed it, had I not experienced it for myself," Aidian added, shaking his head.

"It was unbelievable..." agreed Stephanie quietly. "The feeling was just... evil. Deeply and completely evil. I cannot think of another word that would describe it."

"I have always thought of evil as simply the absence of good," remarked Aidian thoughtfully. "Since visiting that island... I am not so sure anymore."

"It did seem like a force all its own," added Stephanie, shivering slightly.

"A force it 'tis," said Carrious solemnly. "Quite a monster that ye described!"

"It was not really the creature..." started Aidian.

"No," Stephanie cut in. "It was there before the creature. That startled us, but the feeling of evil was what really scared us away."

"Speak for yourselves," Angel piped up. "I wasn't scared, except maybe of getting back late for supper."

"Then how come you were ahead of us when we ran away?" teased Aidian.

"Four legs," replied Angel archly. "Superior traction and speed."

"Right..." Aidian smiled, and then his expression became serious as he turned to the captain.

"There are times when a person should listen to the wisdom of others," he apologized. "You knew the island was a bad place. That should have been good enough for me. I did not need to expose Stephanie and Angel to that creature, and that monstrous feeling of evil."

"Ye had to know for yerself, Princey. Some things cannot be told. At times, to be fully understood, they must be done. Besides, since ye did explore the island, would ye care to put a name to it?"

"Hmm..."

"How about 'The Treasurer's Keep'?" suggested Stephanie. She looked at the other two intrepid adventurers, who, by their nods of approval, made the name official.

June 23rd,

'We are now porting at the next island. It looks very pretty, but after The Treasurer's Keep, I almost think I would be happier to just stay aboard the ship. If we come across any lakes, I will be giving them a very wide berth. I can assure you of that.'

\- - -

Stephanie walked upstairs and joined the contingent getting ready to go ashore. She saw Aidian looking around for her, everywhere but where she actually was.

"Has anyone seen Stephanie?" he asked worriedly. She tapped him on the shoulder playfully and he jumped, whirling around to face her, his eyes wide.

"It's just me," she smiled teasingly. "Do I look that fearsome?"

"Oh, h-hello Stephanie," he stammered. "Of course not, it is just that..."

"I understand," she replied seriously. "That island is still giving me the creeps too."

"Excuse me, the creeps?" Aidian asked, starting to look a little less jumpy, and a little more confused.

"Just an expression," she explained. "Like 'burning daylight'."

"Yes!" he replied, his face clearing. "People! Daylight is indeed aflame. Let us be off!"

They were by now tied up to the dock and the gangplank was lowered. The island was a fine one, green and lush. After the gentle rise from the shoreline, the terrain was basically flat, with no mountains in sight. There were buildings close to the shore, mostly homes, but no one seemed to be around. They walked a little way inland, along what appeared to be the main path.

"Do you feel like we're being watched?" asked Angel quietly.

"Yes," murmured Stephanie. "But I thought that it was just me being jumpy."

"Indeed," agreed Racon softly. "Perhaps the people are here, but they are observing us to see what we will do."

"Cowards!" shouted Angel contemptuously, whirling around and brandishing her cutlass. "Come on out and face us!" There was a commotion behind the nearest door, and a teenage boy burst out, startling everyone.

"I will not be called a coward by any furry four-legged creature!" he said defiantly.

"Your anger is misplaced," called out Aidian. "We mean you no harm. I am Prince Aidian from Yorkyin Land."

"Oh," said the boy, colouring slightly. "My apologies, Sire. I thought that perhaps you were Familians."

"Hardly," replied Aidian distastefully. "We are looking for Governor Berrad."

"His fort is at the very head of the city, you need only to keep going down this path."

"Thank you," Aidian said. As they continued past, Angel gave the boy her most vicious look. He returned it with spirit and then went back inside.

\- - -

"There is Governor Berrad's fort," observed Racon. They had come across what looked like a smallish castle. It was made of gray stone... a long time ago, judging by the copious amounts of ivy growing up the walls. There were two armed guards standing outside the main gate. Once they spotted the visitors, the sentries came forward to challenge them.

"Halt! Who goes there?" the taller guard called out.

"Prince Aidian, son of King Herick, of Yorkyin Land and party, Sir!" shouted Racon in reply.

When they met at the entrance to the castle garden, the guard bowed deeply and then brought his eyes up again to meet Racon's.

"Most welcome," the guard said warmly. "Pardon our challenge, but there has been Familian activity in the area recently."

"Understood," agreed Racon. "One cannot be careful enough when there is even a smell of those cretins."

"You dishonour the fine tradition of cretins with the comparison," replied the shorter guard darkly. "Allow me to present you to the governor."

The group followed the guard to the governor's chambers. Governor Berrad was sitting at his desk, writing a letter. He was a roundish, kindly looking man. At the sight of his visitors, he quickly rose from his seat and approached them.

"Why, hello there! Welcome to Marine-Isle. I am Governor Berrad," he said, offering his hand in greeting. Aidian came forward, shook the governor's hand, and introduced himself and each of the members of his party.

"A privilege, Sire," replied Berrard, when the introductions were complete.

"The privilege is all ours, Governor," returned Aidian graciously. "How are you and your people?"

"We are fine, thank Him," said Berrad. "I wish that I could report the same for our neighbours on Haven Isle."

"What has happened to the residents of Haven?" asked Racon with concern. Berrad turned to him and his countenance darkened.

"Familians!" he replied angrily. "They killed Haven's governor."

"Governor Burna?!" exclaimed Racon.

"Sadly, yes. Then they looted the island and burned down half the town."

"This is terrible!" said Aidian, looking distraught. "The Familians are growing bolder. There seems to be a large increase in their activity in Metilia."

"I fear some of our people have been trading with them," replied the governor with distaste. "It is a very bad practice, encouraging them to come into the area."

"Where they begin to prey on a peaceful and innocent people," finished Aidian.

"Exactly!" confirmed Berrad grimly.

"What can we do to help?" asked Racon.

"Your arrival is fortuitous," replied the governor. "We have been gathering supplies to help the residents of Haven..."

"Yet you lack a ship for transport?" Aidian guessed.

"Precisely. We of course have some smaller fishing vessels, but nothing large enough to quickly move the required supplies."

"Say no more, Governor," replied Aidian. "Our ship and crew are at your disposal, for the good of Metilia."

"Thank you, Sire," bowed Berrad. "We also have a large body of volunteers that wish to help them clean up and start over."

"Admirable, Sir," commented Racon. "I believe Captain Carrious will be honoured to accept our new mission."

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Help for Haven

~ All's Not Fair in Cove and War ~

The crew worked tirelessly as the Knight's Sailor was loaded for its new purpose. Governor Berrad toiled alongside his people and the crew of the ship until the job was done. He picked the strongest and most capable from the island's volunteers to accompany the ship to Haven. Berrad was still on the dock when the ship left, saluting them as they departed.

Stephanie waved and watched the governor and Marine-Isle recede into the distance. It was the end of the day and a gorgeous red and gold sunset spread itself across the evening sky.

"Beautiful, is it not?" Racon asked from behind her.

"Yes, it certainly is," she replied thoughtfully.

"Such as yourself, dear maiden."

"That's very kind of you, Sir Racon, but in truth, nothing compares to the beauty of Metilia," she blushed modestly.

"Well, I believe at least one Metilian would disagree with you on that statement."

"You are too kind," she repeated.

"Truly!" he insisted. "I have known Aidian since he was a young boy and I have never seen him as happy as the day that you two returned from your encounter with the boar."

Stephanie was quiet as she watched the sunset. Darkness was fast descending on the ship, but a lantern above them gave the area a warm glow. Her face was troubled as she turned to Racon.

"Sir Racon, I may have to leave Metilia."

"Truly a tragedy for us all, dear maiden, if you chose such a course of action. Why would you consider it?"

"My parents."

"You miss them of course," Racon agreed.

"It's just that I don't know what happened to them," she explained. "What if they return and I'm not there?"

"It would seem that you are here for a purpose," he said gently.

"Aidian says that too," she replied. "But..."

"But," interrupted Racon, raising his index finger to make his point. "Why would you leave before discovering what that purpose is? Given the circumstances, I would suspect that your parents would not only understand, but approve of such a course of action."

"I suppose..." she said thoughtfully.

"Something to ponder, dear maiden. I bid you good night."

"Good-night, dear Racon."

He turned and faded away into the twilight.

Now alone with her thoughts, Stephanie rested her arm on the ship's smooth wooden railing. She traced the polished grain of the wood with her fingertips absentmindedly, as she watched the pale moon slowly ascend into the darkening velvet of the night sky. She thought of happy times with her parents at home, her mother's wonderful cooking, her father's corny jokes, the laughter and gentle teasing around the supper table.

"Private moment?" came a voice from her left. "Or can anyone join in?"

"Oh, hello Aidian," she replied quietly, blinking rapidly to clear the moisture from her eyes.

"You do not seem very happy," observed Aidian.

"I'm sorry," Stephanie apologized. "I just have a lot on my mind at the moment."

"What troubles you, dear maiden?" he asked with concern, taking his place beside her at the railing.

"The end of this adventure," she replied.

"Why the end? Would you not worry more about the middle, with its dragons and beasts?"

"Strangely, I'm not worried about any of that," she said, shaking her head gently. "But what if I get to the end of this adventure and still haven't discovered what happened to my parents?"

"Well," started Aidian thoughtfully. "Your adventure will continue, even after we disembark this craft. Your whole life is an adventure, after all."

"Yes," she replied slowly. "I suppose it is, isn't it?"

"Would you tell me about your parent's disappearance?" queried Aidian gently. "Or perhaps you would sooner not speak of it?"

"It's not so much that I mind talking about it," Stephanie explained. "It's just that I don't know anything. One day, my dad was at work and my mom went down to the market. A regular day, just like any other day, except that they never came back."

"And no one knows where they went?" asked Aidian.

"No one," said Stephanie. "The people at my dad's office said that he went out for coffee and didn't return. At the market they said they never saw my mom, but her car was in the parking lot."

"Her 'car'?" Aidian looked puzzled.

"Sorry, it's kind of like a cart, only you don't need a horse," she explained. "It's how most people get around in my world."

"Without a horse..." he said wonderingly. "A shame, you could have asked the horse what happened."

"Except that they don't talk in my world," she reminded him.

"Of course. What an odd world you lived in... carts without horses, animals without speech, people just disappearing without explanation..."

"Lots of people have theories, of course. I overheard the government lady talking on the phone and she was telling someone that they ran away."

"Could they have?" asked Aidian.

"No!" she replied emphatically. "That lady never knew my parents. They were the best, I know they really loved me. My mom spent a lot of time with me, teaching me. My father read stories with me every night before bed. They took me everywhere with them, we did everything together. They would never have left without me."

"Yet... they did," he reminded her gently.

"I know," Stephanie said. "That's the mystery. My mom even asked me if I wanted to come to the store with her. I said no, because I was almost finished a very good book and I wanted to find out how it ended."

"So you found out how that story finished and now you are impatient to discover how your own develops."

"I suppose so," she agreed ruefully, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. "If only I had put down that book and gone with her."

"Dear maiden, do not ever say 'if only'," admonished Aidian. "'If only' is a path strewn with agony and regrets. A troubled path that leads nowhere. What is to be, will be. Our purpose is to discover why and learn from it, always moving forward."

"But should I be here or back there?" she replied doubtfully. "Should I open the locket and return? Can I open the locket and return? What if they are already back home, and searching desperately for me? Although this has been a wonderful adventure, I somehow feel as if I have run away from home."

"I would advise you to stay, but even I would question my motives. It truly is a matter for you to decide, I am afraid," Aidian said, shaking his head as well. "Trouble enough for this day, without you borrow from the morrow... or so the saying goes. Meanwhile, the hour is late and we will have much to accomplish at Haven-Isle."

"You're right," she sighed, then she raised her hand to her mouth with a sharp intake of breath. "My goodness! Listen to me... whining about my problems, when someone has been killed on Haven..."

"Do not worry about any of these circumstances tonight, sweet maiden. Try to get a good night's sleep so that we may help to the best of our ability tomorrow."

June 24th,

'This morning we caught our first glimpse of poor Haven-Isle. Carrious had described it to me and told of its glories, but all that seems impossible as we look at the mess. There is even now smoke rising from some of the wreckage. I cannot understand the mentality of a people that would stoop to this.

Thieves or robbers I understand. I do not condone it, but I recognize that some people will covet what others own and seek to take it from them by stealth or by force. But this? This destruction, this devastation, I cannot find any rationale for it whatsoever. Who could be so vicious as to vandalize what others have worked so hard to build? Aidian says that the Familians are capable of this and more. I only hope that I never meet one.'

\- - -

They brought the ship in to the cove and tied up. Fortunately, the dock was still in good shape.

"I assume they did not burn this only because their own ship was moored here at the time," observed Aidian bitterly. "But look at the rest of the cove!"

The devastation was a terrible sight to behold. Even more so, now that they were close enough to see the details. A crowd of people had assembled on the dock to greet them. Their expressions ranged from angry to sad, and all the emotions in between. Carrious ordered the gangplank lowered and Aidian went ashore with him. Racon, Stephanie and Angel were close behind.

"Who is in charge here?" Aidian asked loudly.

"I suppose I am..." offered a miserable sounding voice from the crowd.

"Fine," said Aidian. "We have volunteers and supplies for you."

"Thank you so much," replied the voice, as he made his way through the crowd. It belonged to a young man with sandy brown hair. He looked a little younger than Aidian, and desperately sad. He emerged from the crush of people and offered his hand in greeting. "Hello, my name is Kirnn, son of Governor Burna..." His voice broke at the end of the sentence and his eyes were shining with moisture. "I am sorry. You will have to forgive me... my father was killed in the recent attack."

"My deepest condolences," offered Aidian. "I am so very sorry. Your father is a wonderful man and was a fine governor."

"He was, and a good father as well," choked Kirnn, his eyes welling up with tears.

Stephanie came forward and threw her arms around the young man, hugging him tightly for a few moments. The crowd was silent, including Aidian, who may have looked just a little put out by Stephanie's impulsive display. Then she stepped back and offered her hand.

"My name is Stephanie," she said kindly. Then she pointed behind her to the rest of the crew that were on the dock. "This is Prince Aidian, Captain Carrious, First Mate Racon, and my best friend, Angel. We have brought supplies and volunteers from Marine-Isle to help you in any way that we can."

"You are too kind," mumbled Kirnn, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. Then he straightened his back, raised his head high, and spoke loudly enough for all to hear: "Thank you! I know I speak for all of Haven-Isle when I say that we are very grateful for your presence, and deeply appreciate your help. Welcome!"

The crowd on the dock broke into applause and shouts of thanks. The crew of the ship and the volunteers started to file down the gangplank, each one laden with supplies.

\- - -

Later that day, Carrious invited Kirnn on to the ship to have supper with the crew.

"This is very much appreciated," Kirnn kept repeating, as he picked at his food. "Everything is in such turmoil. My father would know what to do. He was always so organized and efficient. I have never been very good at this sort of thing. You know... running things, being in charge and all."

"I think everything will work out," Stephanie replied sympathetically. "The volunteers that Berrad sent are already getting everything organized."

"It is the shock of it all," mused Racon. "Metilians have not had to deal with this sort of devilry for a very long time."

"Why the attack?" asked Angel thoughtfully, through a mouthful of food. "Was there any warning?"

"Yes!" Kirnn said, starting to get visibly angry now. "The Familians threatened my father's life."

"What happened?" asked Aidian.

"When they first arrived, they wanted to trade with us," Kirnn said. "Dad told them to leave and never return. They did leave, that time, but they vowed to come back and threatened to spill his blood, and the blood of any others that resisted them. My dad was considering training guards for the island, something we have never even had to think about in the past."

"Scoundrels!" exclaimed Angel, in a tone of voice that made it seem like a particularly vicious epithet.

"Scoundrels, indeed," agreed Kirnn. "The townspeople are arguing about what to do when they return."

"Surely they won't give in?" asked Stephanie.

"Look at the cove..." replied Kirnn bleakly. "We cannot take much more of that."

"You mustn't give in!" insisted Stephanie. "These Familians seem like bullies. Bullies are always cowards, and must be stood up to. You will never have any peace otherwise."

"Stephanie is right," agreed Aidian. "They will want more and more."

"But... what can we do?" asked Kirnn plaintively. "They are superior in both strength and weaponry."

"Surprise attack!" Angel cut in vehemently, (through an even larger mouthful of food than the last). "Burn their ship to the waterline, before they even make it to the shore."

"That is a thought," Aidian mused.

"But how?" asked Kirnn. They were all silent for a moment, mulling over the problem.

"It would seem that you are all forgetting something very important," Racon said quietly, shaking his head and smiling.

"What have we forgotten?" asked Kirnn.

"It is not the Metilian way to attack," Racon chided them gently.

"Yes... b-but..." Angel sputtered with indignation, spraying the table in front of her with food. "They started it!"

"And we should let Him finish it," replied Racon.

\- - -

They remained moored to the Haven-Isle dock, helping with the clean up and repairs. Most of the crew, including Stephanie and Aidian, had volunteered their cabins to mothers with small children. They set up a camp on the beach, close to the reconstruction efforts.

One afternoon, Stephanie and Angel were perched together on a pile of lumber, having some lunch. Stephanie was distracted, just picking at her food as she surveyed the scene. They had accomplished quite a bit, but there was still much to be done. A large number of the structures had to be knocked down and completely rebuilt, such was the damage. Angel, taking advantage of her friend's preoccupation, was eating considerably more than her fair portion of the lunch. As Stephanie looked around, she noticed that Kirnn was sitting close by, looking very miserable.

"Back in a moment, Angel," she said quietly. Angel, whose mouth was full at the time, just nodded and moved in closer to the meal they were 'sharing'.

Stephanie walked over to Kirnn and sat down beside him. "We're getting there," she observed, gesturing at the bustle of cleanup and rebuilding. They were indeed making remarkable progress.

"Pardon?" Kirnn looked at her, confused at first. "Oh. Yes, I see what you mean. Yes, it is coming along very well. Your prince and his crew... and the volunteers from Marine-Isle, they are wonderful... I cannot imagine what we would have done without you all. It is just..."

"Your father..." Stephanie nodded with understanding.

"Well... yes," sighed Kirnn, his eyes misting over. "Of course, I miss him terribly... my mother died when I was an infant." He paused for a moment and choked back a sob. Stephanie leaned over, and put her arm around his shoulders.

"You'll see them again," she whispered.

"I know..." he murmured in response. "But..."

"I know what you mean," she replied sadly. "I miss my parents too."

"They are both...?" asked Kirnn, looking stricken.

"I don't know," Stephanie slowly shrugged her shoulders. "They just disappeared..."

"Would you mind sharing your story?" Kirnn asked, looking a little less sad, and a little more interested.

"Not at all, even though it might sound hard to believe. I'm not from Metilia..."

Stephanie explained her adventure thus far in fine storybook fashion. As a story, it certainly needed no embellishing. Even as she told it, the tale seemed quite fantastic.

"Will you be staying here?" he asked, when she was finished.

"I don't know," she replied, shaking her head. "I haven't figured that out yet."

"I hope you do," he nodded, standing up. "Stay, that is... I had really better be getting back to work." He extended his hand to hers, "Thank you."

"For what?" she asked, taking his hand.

"Talking to me," he replied, smiling for the first time since she had met him. Kirnn had a wide, friendly grin and, she realized suddenly, it looked good on him. He bowed, released her hand, and went over to Racon to ask how he could best help.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Angel to the Rescue

~ Tall, Dark and Troublesome ~

Stephanie stayed there a moment, lost in thought. She was unaware that the exchange had caught the eye of both Aidian, who was working across the clearing, and Angel, who was still chewing suspiciously nearby. Stephanie was brought back to the present by Flurry's arrival.

"Stephanie!" the horse neighed excitedly.

"Sorry, Flur," she replied, shaking her head a little to clear the cobwebs. "What's happening?"

"I think I have found something in the wreckage!" Flurry continued. "But every time I try to get it, I end up digging it in deeper. Accursed hooves! Will you come and help me?"

"Of course, Flurry," Stephanie smiled. "Lead the way."

Flurry showed her the spot. Amidst a pile of broken and burnt lumber, there was a tiny gleam of gold showing through the debris. Stephanie dug through the ashes surrounding the object, trying carefully not to bury it any deeper. Then, with a little cry of triumph, she pulled out what looked like a cord with a rock hanging from the end. As she stood up, another glint of gold caught her eye, and she reached down again, retrieving a ring also.

Stephanie and Flurry took their treasures down to the creek and rinsed them off. A little scrubbing to the first item revealed the most beautiful golden chain, with a sapphire pendant. The ring proved to be gold as well, inset with a smaller sapphire. She and Flurry rushed excitedly over to where Kirnn and Aidian were working.

"Look what Flurry found!" she burst out, holding up the chain and the ring. Both Kirnn and Aidian looked on the objects with surprise and recognition.

"My father's chain and ring!" exclaimed Kirnn.

"They look exactly like my father's chain and ring," added Aidian, shaking his head slowly.

"Of course they do," came a voice from outside the group. It was Racon, drawn to their circle by Stephanie's excited outbursts.

"Pardon me?" asked Aidian.

"Those are the official jewels of office for a Metilian ruler," explained Racon. "To be worn only on authoritative and formal occasions. Look inside the ring to see the inscription." Kirnn turned the ring slightly in his hand to view what was inscribed there.

"Forever in His service," he read. Racon nodded.

"That is to remind all rulers in Metilia that they are here to serve, not be served." He eyed both Aidian and Kirnn, "This is a matter that you two young gentlemen would be wise to think about." Both of the young gentlemen looked away uneasily.

"Accepted or rejected," Racon shrugged. "A decision must eventually be made."

That night, after the day's work was done, they sat around the warm fires that they had made from the debris. Everyone was chatting excitedly, their spirits very much lifted by their progress. Stephanie was sitting by herself near a smaller blaze, closer to the beach of the cove.

"So, did you want to be alone?" asked Kirnn from the cool darkness of the evening.

"Not necessarily, I'm just thinking," she replied softly.

"Would you mind a small amount of company?" he continued shyly.

"Not at all," she smiled.

Kirnn sat down on the beach next to Stephanie, following her gaze to the beautiful, clear night sky overhead.

"I love the Metilian sky," she breathed quietly. "I love the sunset with all its colours. Then the sky turns as black as Angel's mask, and is slowly studded with millions of tiny diamonds as the stars appear."

"Angel... oh yes... I met your cat."

"Uh oh," said Stephanie, snapped out of her reverie by the tone of his voice. "What did she do to you?"

"Nothing really... she eyed me rather suspiciously, glared at me, then turned and walked away without a word."

"She must like you. Most people don't receive that level of courtesy. I don't think that she trusts anyone we have met in Metilia so far, even Aidian."

"So... Aidian, when did you meet him?" Kirnn asked, trying to sound offhand.

"Almost the moment I arrived, I suppose. Nearly two months ago, now."

"I see... I guess it did not take him long?"

"What?" she asked, genuinely confused.

"I heard the cat and the black horse, both arguing about the two of you. The whole thing just ended in a yelling match."

"Don't pay any attention to them. They are both absolutely mad, the two of them," replied Stephanie, a tinge of embarrassment colouring her face.

"Well, they do not seem to get along, considering that they share this madness as such a common bond," observed Kirnn.

Stephanie laughed softly. "True, but the insanity is all they are willing to share. Friendship is not a ship those two will ever sail together."

"I rather guessed that," he smiled. "Anyway, I shall leave you to your thoughts. It has been a long day. I have never worked so hard in my life..."

"Good-night, Kirnn."

"Good-night, dear Stephanie," he replied. Then he turned and walked back towards the camp.

Alone again, Stephanie returned to her thoughts, and to breathe in the Metilian beauty that she so adored. The night grew more silent with every passing moment, as everyone gradually succumbed to the gentle peace of sleep.

A low breeze rustled the trees in the quiet around the cove, giving Stephanie a chill. She decided to head to bed herself. She rose to put out the fire and suddenly a large, hairy arm came out of the darkness and grabbed her. Stephanie screamed and struggled to pull free of the man's iron grip.

"Be a long trip if you fight," he hissed.

"Trip?" Stephanie gasped. "Where are you taking me?" The man just laughed. It was low, coarse laughter and it sent a shiver deep down Stephanie's spine. She screamed again, waking Angel from her slumber.

\- - -

Angel leaped out of bed and ran to the prince's shelter, jumping directly on his stomach.

"Ooof!" Aidian snapped awake as Angel knocked the wind out of him.

"Stephanie! Screamed! Get up!" Angel blurted.

As Aidian struggled to his feet, Angel left him and raced off in the direction of the scream. Through the brush she caught sight of a large man carrying Stephanie over his shoulder. Angel put on an extra burst of speed to catch up with them, ready to jump on the kidnapper and wrestle him to the ground. As she was readying for the final leap, she noticed for the first time how very large the man was. Angel slowed abruptly, and decided to follow them closely instead.

Tracking the man that was carrying her Stephanie over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes was almost too hard for Angel to take. The impulse to attack was overwhelming, but Angel had no choice. Aidian was well behind her and she had no idea where the man was taking Stephanie.

For now, she had to bide her time.

\- - -

Aidian had awoken some of the others and they gathered where Stephanie had last been seen, at the fire by the beach.

"I told you, I do not know!" repeated Aidian plaintively. "That cat of hers woke me up by landing on my midriff, yowling a wild story about Stephanie screaming. I got up to follow her, but then Angel was gone and I could not find Stephanie either."

They were all anxious, especially Aidian, but they were at a loss as to what to do. Everyone had a suggestion as to how to proceed, but finally it was decided that they would split up. They all headed off in different directions, looking for any clues as to Stephanie's, and now Angel's, mysterious disappearances.

\- - -

Meanwhile, Stephanie had been brought to a cave that appeared to have been carved into the mountain. Her kidnapper had locked her in a cell. It was small, walled in with bare rock on three sides and thick, rusty iron bars on the fourth. She had no idea how big the cave was, but there were other doorways, presumably leading to more rooms. Her captor had left a few moments before, and Stephanie could see the keys to her cell hanging on the wall, well out of her reach. She tried in vain to figure out how to get them before he returned.

\- - -

One by one, the searchers returned to the beach. Each shook their head grimly when questioned on their progress. Everyone agreed that they could not do much until daylight, but none wanted to rest until Stephanie was found. Mostly they all paced around, willing the sun to rise.

\- - -

"If only my arms were about ten feet longer..." Stephanie said, reaching out through the bars.

"Arms are overrated!" whispered a familiar voice from the doorway. "Legs are much more useful. They're like arms, only faster. How do you think I caught up to you?"

"Angel!" Stephanie whispered in wonder. "You found me?" Angel did not answer, she stretched up towards the keys but could not reach them. She looked around until she saw a rough wooden stool and pushed it over to the where the keys were hanging. Jumping up and unhooking them, she brought the keys to Stephanie, who quickly unlocked her cell.

"We must go my girl, and now," Angel muttered, looking briefly over her shoulder. "I don't know where that very large man went, but we do not wish to be here when he comes back."

They quietly made their way to the main entrance of the cave, listening carefully for the kidnapper's return. After they were safely out the door, they started back to the camp, Angel leading the way.

\- - -

Once they had returned, everyone crowded around Stephanie and Angel, shouting happily.

"What happened?" asked Aidian.

"She was kidnapped, you fool!" snapped Angel. "Don't bother getting out of bed or anything."

"I... uh... but... you were gone," stammered Aidian.

"Good thing too, someone had to rescue her!" replied Angel.

"Oh Angel," said Stephanie, shaking her head. "What would I do without you?"

"Die, I suppose," said Angel sarcastically. "Especially if you had to rely on him." She jerked her head derisively towards Aidian.

"But who kidnapped you?" cut in Nightwind quickly, trying to deflect some of the criticism away from his master.

"A man..." started Stephanie. "A rather large man."

"Huge!" cut in Angel curtly. "Fifteen feet tall, at least. More than six hundred pounds of killer muscle."

"Angel!" protested Stephanie, as the rest of the crowd gasped in horror. "He was not!"

"Whatever," Angel waved her paw dismissively. "Looked like it to me."

"So, why would he kidnap you?" asked Kirnn.

"I don't know..." Stephanie said thoughtfully. "Seems he was working for a woman, actually."

"How do you know that?" asked Aidian curiously.

"He kept talking to himself," Stephanie replied. "Congratulating himself, mostly."

"Well, what did he say?" prompted Angel urgently. Now that the rescue was complete and she had time to think, she was getting angry. She was mad at the large man for stealing Stephanie away and mad at herself for almost failing in her duty as Stephanie's guardian.

"Calm down, Angel. I'm trying to remember... He said things like: 'Old Dernill comes through. Done well this time. Captured the maiden like she told me. The Mistress will be proud of me now, she will.'"

"The 'Mistress'?" echoed Angel. "Who is she?"

"And what does she want with Stephanie?" Aidian wondered aloud.

"Apparently, she wants to send me back...?" responded Stephanie thoughtfully. "He said that she wanted me gone."

"Gone as in gone away, or gone as in dead?" asked Angel darkly.

No one had the answers to these questions, so it was decided that they would try to get a few hours of sleep before the sunrise. Angel announced that she was going to stay awake and watch camp.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Removed?

~ Fight Sire With Fire ~

"Well Captain?" Joel asked from his armchair. "How went the 'trade'?" The Familian princes were in the main receiving room, where they had a number of soft lounging chairs arranged for their comfort. Visitors were required to stand.

"Successful, your Highness," the captain smiled, a wide unfriendly grin.

"The gains?"

"Very good, Sire. The Haven Islanders had an abundance of resources."

"The cost?" Joel pressed.

"The governor was not pleased with our... proposal..." admitted the visitor.

"And why not?"

"He would not trade with your father earlier... and he was not very... receptive, this visit," the captain said, twisting his hat in his hands. Joel eyed him as he shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. "He had to be... removed... from office."

Nathaniel and Kirk looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Removed?" Nathaniel blurted out. The captain turned to look at him and Joel shot his brother a warning glance.

"Where did you put him?" asked Kirk in alarm.

Joel cleared his throat loudly and regained the visitor's attention.

"Continue, Captain."

"Yes, removed... and some of the men got carried away and well..." the captain hesitated. (You see, he had never worked for Joel before and was not clear on his expectations.) He gulped and forged ahead, "They burned a few buildings..."

"A few?" asked Joel sharply.

"Well, more than a few," admitted the captain. "A good number of the buildings in the harbor were consumed."

"I understand the loss of life," commented Joel thoughtfully. "If these people are not cooperative with our efforts, they must be punished." Nathaniel and Kirk, still both wide-eyed, exchanged another glance then looked back at their brother.

"However..." continued Joel. "I don't appreciate the destruction of property. Rebuilding will distract them from amassing goods for further 'trade' missions. In the future I expect you will have better control over your men?"

"Yes, Sire," replied the captain quickly. "It will not happen again."

"See that it doesn't," said Joel sharply. "Or I may have to remove you. Return there quickly, do not allow them much time to regroup. They need to be reminded of our presence."

"We shall set sail next sunrise, Sire."

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Strange Scenery

~ Sunken Measure ~

In the morning, it was determined that Stephanie should leave the island.

"Someone here is clearly out to harm her," concluded Aidian. "For her safety, I believe that it is time for us to move on."

"I would have to concur," agreed Racon.

"Can we not stay?" asked Stephanie worriedly. "I hate the thought of leaving here before the job is done."

"Do not be worried about that," replied Racon, shaking his head. "The volunteers from Marine-Isle are making remarkable progress. Besides, there are two islands yet before we begin the voyage home. If we attend to these now, we will be in good timing to retrieve the volunteers on our return."

"Then it is settled!" said Aidian decisively. "I will speak to the captain immediately."

Kirnn jumped up, "Aidian, may I have a moment of your time before you go?"

\- - -

"So he be wantin' to come aboard, eh?" Carrious stroked his chin thoughtfully, as he regarded Aidian.

"I do not know. What about the rebuilding effort?" Aidian asked. "Should Kirnn be leaving the island during this critical time?"

"Kirnn's uncle could be put in charge in the interim," offered Racon. "He is well-organized and has been able to bring the people together to get the job done."

"Yes, but, Kirnn has responsibilities here," Aidian insisted.

"Your concern for the island is admirable," replied Racon, with a twinkle in his eye. "Or would you be concerned about the competition?"

"I... I do not know what you are talking about," protested Aidian, coloring slightly. "It is just that..."

"It is just that he, too, wishes to adventure, rather than assume his responsibilities," finished Racon gently. Aidian opened his mouth, and then closed it again slowly.

"Aye," interjected Carrious. "He be welcome on my ship, always room for one more."

They left that afternoon, with Kirnn on board. All were in high spirits to be off and back to their adventure.

\- - -

June 26th,

'Today we leave Haven Isle behind. It was heartening to see so much being accomplished so quickly. It's wonderful to see how resilient the people are. Part of me hates to leave, but I must confess I'll be happy to put some distance between myself and 'old Dernill'. (And the 'Mistress', whoever she is...) It would seem that everyone is glad to be back on the sea, especially the captain. Kirnn of Haven Isle has now joined us for the next leg of our adventure. We have not much farther to go, Carrious says that we will soon be in Camtran waters.'

\- - -

June 30th,

'Soon we are due at the second to last island. The weather has been favorable and the crew is happy. Kirnn has been teaching Angel to play chess, but I suspect he's regretting it. He taught her too well it seems, because now she consistently beats him at his own game. Poor Kirnn, to add insult to injury, she insists on playing him all the time.'

"You people can spend all day in the cabin if you want," Stephanie announced, putting aside her journal. "I'm going topside."

Angel, not looking up from the chess board, waved her paw dismissively, "Fine. You do that, my girl. The fresh air will do you good. Kirnn and I are going to finish this game first." Kirnn glanced up, a slightly hunted expression on his face. Stephanie gave him a sympathetic look and quickly made her exit.

Once on the main deck, Stephanie spotted Carrious up on the foc'sle. He was staring intently into the distance with his telescope. She climbed up and joined him at the the railing.

"What do you see, Captain?" she asked curiously.

"Our next destination, lass," he replied, not lowering his telescope.

"Well, that's exciting!" commented Stephanie. "What's the name of our next island?"

"Dirwin's Dive," said the captain, still looking off into the distance.

"Dirwin's Dive?" she asked with concern. "We're stopping at a place with Dirwin in its name?"

"Aye," replied the captain, finally putting down his telescope to look at her. "Don't ye be worried 'bout that, lass. For one, we'll not be stoppin'. For another, the island's name 'twas Baunin in days past."

"So why do they call it Dirwin's Dive then?" insisted Stephanie with a shiver.

"They say Dirwins killed all that 'twere livin' on the isle."

"I'm sorry, but you aren't making me feel one bit better about this."

"Aye, lass," Carrious chuckled. "That be not the real story. Ye should always be askin' who 'they' be afore ye keep 'their' stories as gospel."

"I see," said Stephanie thoughtfully. "So, who are 'they'?"

"The Camtrans spin that yarn, young lass. But I be knowin' the truth of it. The real tale is about the Camtrans, to be sure."

"How do you know?" she asked. "No disrespect intended, but..."

"None taken, lass. Ye do well to question," he commended her. "I know as I take the stories and see if the facts'll float. It has t'have the ring o' truth for me. Verily, but Dirwins won't leave the water by far. They will not venture inland to kill. Any lad even a ship's length from shore wouldst been safe."

"But the island doesn't look very big..." she replied doubtfully, peering into the distance at the tiny speck of land.

"Aye, but t'were once considerable larger," he said with a knowing smile. "I've been all 'round that island and I can tell ye that a great deal of what once was, now be under the waters."

"Really?" she asked. "Well, can you tell me what you think actually happened?"

"'Twere the Camtran magic," Carrious replied simply, with a shake of his head. "They were angry at the people o' Baunin. The reason be lost in the mists o' time, but they conjured up a great storm and shakin' o' the world that sank most o' the island, and killed all who lived there."

"So, why would they make up a story about the Dirwins then?" Stephanie asked curiously.

"Aye lass, they want people to think they haven't the power," he explained, shaking his head again. "Evil loves the darkness, the secrets, and the lies."

\- - -

"Bosh!" Aidian sputtered, after Stephanie told him Carrious' story. "Camtrans controlling the weather? No disrespect to the captain, but does that not seem somewhat far-fetched to you?"

"After everything I've seen here so far, nothing would surprise me... and he seems quite sure," she countered dubiously.

"Well, he would. Captain Carrious has always been too superstitious about the Camtran magic."

"I sure felt something when we were down by that lake," Stephanie reminded him pointedly. "And I seem to remember that you did too."

"I will not deny that," he admitted. "But controlling the weather? Sinking islands? No, dear maiden, the worst thing about the Camtrans is that they have given Famila access to the islands."

"How have they done that?" she asked.

"Famila is a land-locked country," Aidian explained. "They have no port, and no ship building. In order to extend their influence, Famila has bullied the Camtrans into providing them with access to the sea. Do you not think that if they were so all-powerful as the captain suggests, they would allow the Familians to dictate to them? Since the wars in which the islands were liberated from Camtran rule by the Metilians, Camtra has stayed peacefully at home, bothering no one."

Further discussion was stopped by the announcement 'All hands on deck!' They quickly joined the rest of the crew topside.

"Righty then!" Carrious bellowed. "All eyes be watchin' the water for obstacles in our path. It be mighty shallow hereabouts and we be needin' to mind our way." He spotted Stephanie and Aidian and waved them over. "Come 'ere, young sailors. I'd be likin' for ye to see for yerselves."

Stephanie and Aidian joined Carrious by his position at the ship's rail. Racon was at the helm, waiting for instructions. Carrious nodded to him, "Steady as she goes, Racon. This tack should keep us out o' trouble, but ye can't be too careful."

Then he turned his attention to the 'young sailors' that he had summoned. They had been joined by Angel, curious as ever. "Aye," he said approvingly. "Ye three keep yer eyes on the sea."

They hung over the ship's railing and stared into the water. It was crystal clear and surprisingly shallow, considering their distance from shore. It was not long before they began to see what Carrious was talking about. Angel was the first to make a sighting.

"Look!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Over there! It looks like... trees?"

"The remains of them, cat," nodded Carrious. "A rather large forest, truth be known. Look ye and see how far from the island remnant we still be."

They all looked up, and collectively drew in their breath. If indeed the underwater forest was originally connected to the island, the island itself would have been huge.

"Now, keep yer eyes on the water," commanded Carrious. "If ye be fortunate, ye will spot a buildin' or two. I have only spied a few in my many voyages over this island, yet they be worth yer time to look."

Although they strained their eyes to the task, they were not that fortunate. Stephanie did spot a long, straight stone wall at a point where the underwater terrain seemed particularly flat and featureless.

"Aye, lass," commented Carrious. "I were thinkin' that to be some fencin' 'tween fields."

"Amazing!" said Aidian, shaking his head slowly. "I have been educated in the history of our lands. How is it that I know nothing of this?"

"I am no scholar," added Kirnn, who had just joined them from the other side. "But I had no knowledge of this either."

"Sad to say," replied Carrious. "But when truth seems too fantastic to believe, people be willin' to take a story in place o' it. It be idleness, pure and simply so. Discover what be real for yerself, I say. Quest for the meanin'."

"And adventure for all!" cheered Angel, then her gaze narrowed as she looked at Kirnn. "Don't you forget, once we finish sailing through this forest, I have a game to win."

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Mistress of Modindas

~ A Game of Cat and Louse ~

July 5th,

'Well, there is only one more island to explore on our journey. We passed over Dirwin's Dive without incident, it was huge. At one time, it must have been larger than all the other islands put together. You wouldn't know it now, there was just a small bit poking up through the water.

The next island is called 'Silent Shoal' because it's completely deserted. Apparently, there used to be people living on the island, but legend has it that the Camtrans killed them all. After the Treasurer's Keep, I am more than a little nervous about going anywhere that the Camtrans have been, but Aidian says that it's safe. We are traveling there to pick a cargo of some sort of fruit.'

Stephanie and Angel were on the second trip made by the tender to the island. Most of the crew were going ashore to assist in harvesting the crop. The fruit, known as modindas, were quite similar to our bananas, but about half the size. The island was covered in the trees, and the fruit was certainly plentiful. Stephanie helped somewhat reluctantly, as she had always hated bananas.

"Of all the things to end up picking," she complained to Angel, who was up in the tree, using her cutlass to harvest the fruit. "Bananas!"

"Why do you hate them so much?" asked Angel, vigorously sawing off another bunch. Stephanie caught them deftly.

"I don't know," she replied irritably, holding the offending fruit at arm's length. "Why do you hate cat food so much?"

"That's not even a fair comparison," complained Angel. "You've never eaten cat food, so you don't understand the horror of it. It's not natural!"

"Neither were the cat treats," Stephanie teased, as she dropped her cargo into the cart. "But you sure went crazy for those."

"That's different!" replied Angel vehemently. "I don't know what they put in those things. It's diabolical how good they are!"

\- - -

"All these bananas, it's like my worst nightmare," Stephanie complained, as she caught another heavy bunch.

"That's 'modindas'," corrected Angel from the branches above.

"Call them whatever you want, but I still hate them."

"Did you want to take a short break, my girl?"

"I'm sorry to complain so much, but yes, let's stop for a few minutes," nodded Stephanie apologetically.

"My legs are becoming tired as well," Angel agreed. "I believe I could use a short catnap."

They sat on the soft ground together. Angel stretched out, then curled up and was instantly asleep. Stephanie smiled fondly as she gazed at her friend, who was already snoring gently. She wished once again that she had Angel's gift for napping.

Stephanie's arms and back ached, and she started to feel uneasy now that they had stopped working. Their modinda picking spot, while beautiful and certainly peaceful, seemed vaguely oppressive to her now. She tried to shake the feeling, but could not. She decided to take a stroll up the path instead.

"Must be all the bananas," she muttered to herself as she started up the trail.

\- - -

Things had not gone well for Dernill since Stephanie's escape. The Mistress had locked him in the dungeon when she found out, and was only just now releasing him.

"That," the Mistress explained through clenched teeth. "Is how you imprison someone. They stay there, locked in, until it is time to let them out. Or, until they die, whatever comes first..." She wheeled around abruptly and started up the dark, damp staircase. He followed meekly, several steps behind, as she proceeded to the main room.

Standing in front of the tall, narrow window, she turned to face him once again. "I do not know why I keep you around!" she growled at the man cowering before her. "You are useless! Worse than useless in fact!"

"I am sorry, Mistress. Very sorry I am," he whined miserably. "I will do better, I will."

It was an odd sight, this giant of a man quaking with fear before such a slight, slip of a woman... until you looked in her eyes. They were the cold, hard green of emeralds. The Mistress could deliver a look of such stone-cold intensity that it was almost physically piercing.

Much to Dernill's relief, she turned again and looked out the window, shaking her head. All at once, her shoulders tightened and she gave a sudden exclamation.

"What?!" she shrieked. Then the Mistress recovered her composure and rotated slowly back to Dernill, her face an unreadable mask.

"It would seem that you may have a chance to redeem yourself," she said quietly. "The girl is here."

\- - -

The path ended abruptly, giving way to more of the dense undergrowth surrounding it. Stephanie looked up and her eyes began to lose focus. She blinked several times to try to clear her vision, but to no avail. The foliage in front of her, around where the path ceased, seemed to shimmer slightly. Stephanie started to feel dizzy and quite nauseous. She turned to head back to Angel, worried that she was becoming sick. As she did, her vision cleared and she began to feel less queasy. She hurried along the pathway, anxious to be back with Angel in case her mysterious nausea returned.

Stephanie did not look over her shoulder and it is doubtful that she would have believed her own eyes had she tarried and done so. Within moments, from the shimmering, out of focus area at the end of the path, there erupted a rather large man. He stood for a moment, swaying slightly, also looking somewhat dizzy and ill. Shaking his head, he blinked several times and started running down the path in pursuit.

\- - -

Stephanie trotted along, re-tracing her steps back to Angel. She was feeling better by the minute, chiding herself for her mild panic and hasty retreat. Then, she heard heavy footfalls on the path behind her and Stephanie's panic surged back, stronger than ever. She started to run in earnest.

"Angel! Angel! Wake up!" Stephanie called out as she approached.

"What is it? What's wrong, my girl?" Angel jumped up from her catnap, instantly on the alert.

"Being chased!" replied Stephanie tersely. "Something big!"

"Shall we attack?" asked Angel grimly, reaching for her cutlass.

"Really big!" answered Stephanie breathlessly, barely slowing down and grabbing Angel's fore-paw on her way by. "Let's go!"

\- - -

Dernill quickly shook off the nausea from passing through the spell that cloaked the Mistress's castle. He started to lope down the path. While he was not exactly fleet of foot, his huge stride allowed him to cover ground very quickly. He could not see his prey, but the Mistress said that the girl was on this walkway. Dernill was determined not to fail again. As he rounded a corner, he just caught a glimpse of the girl pulling a cat on to the path. They both ran from him, neither looking back.

"I have you now," he gloated to himself. "The Mistress will be pleased when I catches the two of you." He put on an extra burst of speed and surged after them.

\- - -

They raced down the path towards the water. Over the pounding of her heart and her ragged intakes of air, Stephanie could still hear the thundering footsteps drawing nearer. She dared not even glance back. The narrow path was crisscrossed with roots. Stephanie knew that if she fell, she would be caught for sure.

\- - -

Dernill knew that he had them. He was steadily catching up. He could almost feel his hands closing in on them, one grabbing the girl by the arm, the other capturing the cat by the neck. He leaned forward in excitement and at that moment his foot caught a root...

\- - -

Just as it seemed that her pursuer would reach out and grab her, Stephanie heard a heavy thud behind her and then she and Angel quickly burst from the path, out on to the beach. The rest of the picking crews were busy, ferrying tender-loads of modindas back to the ship. Everyone looked up at their dramatic entrance.

"Thought you were late for supper?" teased Aidian from the tender. Then he saw the expressions on Stephanie and Angel's faces. "What is wrong?"

"Chased... beast..." replied Stephanie breathlessly, looking back up the path.

"Big..." gasped Angel helpfully.

The whole crew began talking loudly at once. Almost everyone was carrying a blade of some description with them for the harvest, and they all reached for them now. Aidian had to shout to be heard above the din.

"Everyone! On your guard!" Once he had their attention, he continued quietly, "Half the crew come with me to pursue the beast, half stay here with Stephanie!"

\- - -

Dernill was lying on his belly in the dirt. He raised his head, shook it, and started to clamber to his feet to resume the chase. Then he heard voices, many voices, coming from the path ahead. Dernill paused for a moment, unsure of what to do next. He definitely did not want to fail again, but it sounded as if the girl was now with quite a lot of people. He did not want to face the Mistress empty-handed, but he did not want to be captured either. Unable to decide, he crawled off the path into the underbrush, and waited.

\- - -

There was some brief discussion as to who would go and who would remain behind, but a hunting party was quickly assembled. Aidian led the charge up the path. They quickly passed Dernill's hiding spot, assuming that their quarry would be retreating along the walkway.

\- - -

Dernill could hardly believe his good fortune. He watched as the ship's crew passed him by... no girl and no sign of the cat either. That meant they were at the beach, alone! He waited until the whole group were well past, then he took off for the water as fast as he could.

"Now I got y..." he stopped in mid sentence as he burst on to the beach, coming face to face with the rest of the crew. Everyone looked surprised, but that quickly passed and the men circled warily around Dernill.

\- - -

Aidian and the rest of the hunting party ran along the path, pausing only briefly at the spot where Stephanie and Angel had been harvesting.

"Should we proceed?" Kirnn asked, looking down the trail.

"For a bit," replied Aidian, looking around thoughtfully. "Then we had best return."

They continued down the path until they came to the end. It was Kirnn who voiced everyone's thoughts.

"I am glad that the trail ends here," Kirnn admitted. "I am starting to feel somewhat ill."

"You as well?" asked Aidian. The rest of the crew quickly ventured their opinions and apparently, the feeling was unanimous.

"We may as well turn around," announced Aidian. "There is obviously something wrong with this place."

\- - -

"It's you!" gasped Stephanie, stepping back in surprise.

"Dernill!" said Angel accusingly, moving forward to confront him.

The man focused on Stephanie and glared at her with pure hatred.

"You!" he snarled. "You make Dernill's life misery!"

"Me?!" Stephanie replied in surprise. "What have I done to you?"

"Many days in Mistress's dungeon for Dernill!" he spat.

"What does that have to...?" she started.

"Your dungeon!" he interrupted angrily. "Not for Dernill, for your meddling self!"

"My 'meddling self'?" repeated Stephanie in wonder. "What have I been meddling in of yours?"

"Make Mistress angry with your meddling self. Then run away, make her more angrier. Bad for Dernill," he growled accusingly.

\- - -

Aidian's contingent was making their way back along the trail, Aidian watching the ground carefully for tracks.

"What I do not see," he mused thoughtfully. "Are any large animal tracks. I wonder what could have been chasing her?"

"Or who..." added Kirnn, stopping suddenly and pointing in amazement. Aidian looked to see a rather large imprint of a booted foot, headed towards the beach. They looked at one another in dismay.

"To the beach, and quickly!" Aidian called out.

\- - -

"Listen here, Buster!" interrupted Angel gruffly. "You already tried to kidnap my girl once. She isn't interfering in anyone's plans. You tell your 'Mistress' to back off... or else!"

"Dernill cannot tell Mistress," replied the man, a look of horror draining the anger from his face. "Nobody can tell Mistress!"

"And why not?" demanded the cat, pacing back and forth in front of her hulking suspect.

"Mistress has power," said Dernill reverently, shaking his head in amazement at their ignorance.

"Power?" questioned Racon, who had been listening from the sidelines up until this point.

A look of worry crossed Dernill's face. It was not the Metilians that concerned him at this stage, it was the punishments that the Mistress might exact if he said too much. He closed his mouth firmly and began to look for a way of escape. He was unintentionally rescued by Aidian's returning party, as they burst onto the scene. All eyes turned to the trail and Dernill quietly used the diversion to melt into the underbrush.

Once the commotion had died down, Angel piped up: "Nice going, Princey! First you can't get up and then you can't get lost. We weren't done grilling the perp, and now he's taken a powder." Aidian first glared at her, and then looked confused, but as he opened his mouth to reply, Racon interrupted him:

"I believe that Dernill had told us all he was willing to."

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Turnabout is Fair Trade

~ Sea Horse Remorse ~

Once the ship was loaded with more modindas than Stephanie cared to contemplate, our crew somewhat reluctantly set sail for home. The decision was not unanimous and not without debate:

Where now?" Angel had asked. "We have enough bananas on board to sail around the world!"

"I'm afraid this be the far end of our voyage, Wussy Pussy," Carrious said, shaking his head sadly.

"The end?!" asked Stephanie and Aidian in unison.

"Aye, we soon be in Camtran waters."

"And?" challenged Aidian, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And have ye not felt the Camtran magic?"

"We have," Stephanie replied quickly. "And I don't care to ever experience it again."

"And, 'twould seem someone's been a wee bit of a target on our travels," observed Carrious, looking directly at Stephanie. "I, for one, would be wantin' to have ye back to Yorkyin, where it be safer."

"True," admitted Angel. "But now what, we just go home? We have no answers yet, just more questions."

"As ye points out, cat, we have a large cargo. I salute yer spirit for adventure, but I also has a ship to run. These modindas needs be delivered afore they spoil."

"I am ready to return home," admitted Nightwind. "This has all been very exciting, but I belong on the land. I am not a sea horse!"

"Oh, I don't know," put in Angel slyly. "There is a certain resemblance..."

"And... I have to share the ship with this!" Nightwind whinnied aggrievedly, pointing a hoof at Angel. "Would you not want it to stop?"

Angel chuckled. Aidian sighed, "Enough, you two! You are certainly the most tiresome part of our adventures."

"I am with Night as well," Flurry said softly. "It has been fun... and scary, but I too am ready to go home."

"Too me," nodded Muddle vigorously.

"Adventure," Angel urged in a whisper.

"There is still the journey back to Yorkyin," Stephanie put in, trying to lift Angel's spirits.

Kirnn turned to face Aidian. "May I..." he started, then he hesitated for a second. "Come back with you to Yorkyin?"

"If you wish to..." Aidian replied thoughtfully. He and Kirnn had quickly become friends. "Captain?"

Carrious slapped Kirnn vigorously on the back, "Glad to have ye aboard for more, lad." Kirnn nodded mutely. He would have thanked both Aidian and the captain, had Carrious not completely knocked the wind out of him.

"I'm happy you're coming with us," Stephanie said, hugging Kirnn gently.

"Thank you," replied Kirnn earnestly, looking at Stephanie and then Aidian. "I will gladly be in your service."

"Accompany us in our travels if you wish," replied Aidian kindly. "But serve only Him."

\- - -

They set off on the return course for Haven Isle. Unlike the horses, Angel remained disappointed, and sulked in the cabin until supper. During the meal, she loudly proclaimed to have a larger appetite when there was no adventure present. It was perhaps a silly excuse, but she still received seconds.

Kirnn and Stephanie stood by the rail talking after supper.

"I can not wait to see it," he said in wonder. "I know it is a return for you, but I feel like my adventure is just beginning."

"You'll love it, it's beautiful," she agreed. "And the animals will be so happy to be home."

"Except Angel," noted Kirnn.

"She'll be fine," Stephanie sighed. "She just needs to relax and enjoy this place. I'm in love with Metilia... all this beauty and I have found such good friends. With or without the adventure, it is wonderful."

"But there is nothing better than good friends and adventure," Kirnn smiled. Then he turned as Racon approached them.

"Pardon my interruption. Kirnn, I would appreciate your assistance if you have a moment," Racon asked.

"Of course!" replied Kirnn. "I will see you after," he promised Stephanie over his shoulder. Then he left, following Racon toward midships.

Stephanie's smile faded as he left. Her doubts seemed to accuse her the moment she was alone. What had she really done while in Metilia? Her parents were still a mystery, as was the locket. She held the little heart gently, admiring it again. It made her excited to wonder at all the secrets it might hold, and impatient that she had not discovered them yet. There were still many more questions than answers.

"Enjoying the sights?" Aidian asked, coming up from behind and breaking through her reverie.

"As always," she sighed. "I still feel as if I'm in a beautiful fairy tale, like I'm some princess... except the story is longer, and 'happily ever after' seems a long time away."

"The telling of a tale is generally quicker than the living of one," he admonished her. "It is not like you to be this impatient. What is troubling you, my sweet maiden?"

"My parents, the locket, my thoughts..." she confessed. "I just don't know anymore."

"If only we could contact your parents, it would take a burden from your shoulders," Aidian agreed. "The locket is yet a mystery, although I am certain the secret lies somewhere here in Metilia."

"It's just that we've had so many adventures and yet none of these events seem to be leading me anywhere. So much has happened, but I still have no answers."

"Just because we cannot see the connection, it does not mean that one does not exist," Aidian asserted. "Remember that life is a larger painting than you or I could envision. Whether we are at a dark point or a light one, each of us is at one spot on an impossibly huge canvas."

"I never thought of it that way," Stephanie replied. "You put it very well."

"I cannot take the credit," admitted Aidian humbly. "Racon was lecturing me on the subject just this last evening."

"Well, I just wish that my part of this 'big picture' were easier to see," sighed Stephanie.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

The Return

~ Look Before You Creep ~

July 12th,

'All seems well, no more dirwins in sight. I can't wait to return to Yorkyin Land. It will be late August when we get there, I'm still not sure what the Metilian months are called... Aidian and Kirnn spend so much time talking, and Angel keeps saying she'll eavesdrop. I wish she could learn to trust a little more. After all, they couldn't be doing anything wrong. Whenever I hear them talking, it's of adventure, the sea, and Yorkyin. You'll have to wait until my next entry, Angel just burst in.'

"And just what were you doing?" Stephanie asked accusingly.

"Almost getting kicked by that horse," Angel panted, crossing her paws over her chest. "The big brute didn't know I was behind him. I didn't find out anything."

"Would have served you right," Stephanie said, shaking her head. "I for one, am glad you didn't hear anything. It isn't right to listen in. If you want to know what's going on, just ask them. Don't eavesdrop! Angel...? Angel! Are you listening to me?"

Angel was not paying attention at all, she was just catching her breath.

"I'll be back in a while, I'm going to try again."

"Have you even heard a word I said?"

"I'm not content with standing at the railing all day or writing in my diary, like some people I know!" Angel exclaimed. "If there isn't an adventure handy, I'll make my own!" And with that she was gone, leaving Stephanie shaking her head and giving a heavy sigh.

"And my mother said that I had a wild imagination..."

Angel traveled from one part of the ship to the other with greatly exaggerated stealth. She fondly imagined that she moved through the ship like a spy, her journey unnoticed by all. In reality, her passage through the ship was observed by most, but none were willing to question her on it.

Once she arrived where her quarry were conversing, she sidled up behind the trio and listened in.

"I can not wait to see Yorkyin," Kirnn was saying, looking ahead at the rolling sea.

"I think you will like it. I know I am pining to return," Aidian smiled.

"I for one, will never sail again," Nightwind observed. "No offense meant, it has been a fine journey, but there is only so much for a horse to do on a ship."

Angel listened in vain for a few more moments, hoping to catch even the subtlest suggestion of subversive activity. She eventually walked back to the cabin, (straight back this time, with no evasive maneuvers), entirely defeated... for the moment.

"They are just talking about Yorkyin," she informed her girl.

"I told you it was nothing," sighed Stephanie.

"Are you moping again? I don't like to hear you sound so sad."

"Oh, Angel... I do love it here, but my heart is breaking for our old home."

"What?" gasped Angel in amazement. "You're pining for that empty house? Don't you remember that the cranky government lady lives there now?"

"My parents..." Stephanie replied, a tear rolling down her cheek. "You can stay, even though I'd miss you dearly."

"No," Angel said resignedly. "No, I can't. My place is with my girl, wherever she is crazy enough to take us."

"I'm so sorry. I wish this was our home, but it isn't. My parents are my home. I have to go back and investigate their disappearance."

"Cat food..." said Angel despondently, throwing herself on the bunk and covering her head with her paws.

"Maybe we could come back after?" suggested Stephanie, another tear tracing down her cheek. "Once we know what... happened?"

July 25th,

'We port today at Haven Isle, Kirnn is going to tell his aunt and uncle of his plans to travel to Yorkyin. Aidian is making me stay on board while they go check on the Haven Islanders. Angel promised to keep me company, so I suppose that's what I'll be doing.'

Stephanie could hear the action above decks, everyone was readying to receive the volunteers.

"I wish we didn't have to stay here," Stephanie sighed, putting her journal in a drawer, and turning to face Angel.

"We don't have to," Angel reminded her, eying her girl from the top bunk.

"I'm sorry. It's good of you to stay with me."

"That's what I'm here for," her cat yawned and stretched.

"I never thought of myself as a person who would have enemies... what have I done to earn all this attention?" Stephanie mused wonderingly.

"Clearly someone doesn't want you around," said Angel darkly.

"It would seem so, but who is this Mistress? And what about the Familians and their vendetta against Haven? It's such a shame that a few people have to wreck this Metilian perfection."

Angel snorted, "What makes you so sure it's perfect?"

"It's certainly better than our world..."

"We really don't know anything about these people. We should keep up our guard at all times." She jumped down from the bunk and paced in front of Stephanie, only stopping to point at her for emphasis.

"We need to be careful, my girl. We still don't know why the Mistress is after you. What if it's the Metilians that don't like you and they sent her to be rid of you?"

Stephanie turned from the desk to face Angel.

"I can't see that... but I don't really know what to make of any of it. It's like a book, or a movie, but surreal. This is what I have longed for all my life. I absolutely love the adventure... but right now, I'm no less confused than when we began."

They spent a good portion of their time that day discussing the possible meanings of the journey's events. This debate continued until they heard the ship's crew preparing to depart.

\- - -

There were happy shouts of 'farewell' from the ship and even more shouts of 'thank-you' from the shore as the Knight's Sailor departed Haven-Isle. They had made excellent progress in their clean-up and rebuilding efforts. All reports were that everyone's spirits were high and that Haven would be even better than it was before. Most of the volunteers were returning from their job-well-done, but a few had opted to stay for a longer term.

The ship slowly cleared the harbour and Carrious set a course for Marine-Isle. As they picked up speed in the open water, there was a cry from the foc'sle: "Ship ahead! Off the port bow!"

The captain grabbed his telescope and focused it on the approaching craft. "It be Familians," he observed quietly. "Headed for Haven-Isle, the scroungin' cowards."

"Familians?" echoed Stephanie wonderingly. "They've come back already?"

"Not giving the islanders the chance to regroup enough to defend themselves," surmised Aidian bitterly.

"My family!" said Kirnn through clenched teeth. "I should have stayed to help them."

"We have not yet left," Racon reminded him with determination. "Not by a long shot. Captain, might we stop them?"

"Aye," agreed Carrious thoughtfully. "We'd veer to port for certain, but then? She be a fine vessel, Racon, but she's no longer rigged for war."

"I do not know," admitted Racon. "But He has put us between the Familians and Haven for a reason. I suspect we should find out what that reason is."

"Aye," replied Carrious grimly, turning the wheel.

The two ships headed for one another. It seemed that they were bound on a collision course. As they drew nearer, both captains slowed their vessels until they were within hailing distance.

"Prepare to be boarded!" came a shout from the Familian craft.

"Prepare to surrender!" Racon shouted back.

"Surrender?" came the incredulous reply. "To a boatload of Metilians?"

"No!" shouted Racon, pointing skyward. "Surrender to Him!" This was greeted by a gale of coarse laughter from the Familian ship.

"Surrender? To the make-believe Metilian god?" shouted the Familian captain. "You are even more stupid than I imagined. Prepare to be boarded!"

"He is real and will not be mocked," asserted Racon with confidence.

"You are deluded, believing your own stories," came the shouted reply. "Lower the boats! Prepare the boarding party!"

"What now?" Aidian asked Racon, as the Familians started swinging their tenders over the side.

"We whack 'em!" Angel replied with venom. "Hard!"

"Quite possibly," Racon nodded. "To the gunnels!"

Gratified, Angel led the charge, wielding her cutlass bravely. The crew and Marine-Islanders assembled along the side of the ship, watching grimly as the Familians began lowering their boats to the water. The men looked rough and ready for battle, their tenders filled with the weapons of warfare.

Angel pushed in front of Stephanie protectively, "You stay behind me, my girl! Just watch the ears." The cat then turned her attentions back to the approaching craft. "We're not afraid of a few Familians," she jeered. "We've taken on an army of dirwins, and won! Bring it on!"

The lines were disconnected from the tenders and the crews began rowing towards the Knight's Sailor. Stephanie had her bow ready, an arrow aimed at the first boat, when she noticed movement in the water around it. She gasped and lowered her bow as she realized what was happening. There were similar outbursts from the rest of the crew.

"Speaking of dirwins," Racon said. Then he called out urgently to the Familians, "Look behind you!"

"We're not falling for any of your tricks!" shouted the Familian captain from the ship. "Prepare to be boarded!"

"I might say the same to you..." murmured Racon grimly. Then he shouted again: "It is no trick! Look behind you!"

Seconds later, the dirwins breached and began climbing into the Familian's boats. I will spare you the details, suffice it to say that the Familians did not stand a chance. Even armed as the men were, the dirwin's greater numbers and their easy access to the small tenders made it a bloodbath. It was over so quickly that there was nothing anyone could do. The crew of the Knight's Sailor were too far away to help. The captain and the small remnant of the Familian crew that was still on board the ship raised the sails. They began tacking away from the action, heading back from whence they came.

"Aye! Raise the sails, find us fair speed and distance on those creatures," commanded Carrious. "There be nothin' that we can do here." He shook his head sadly and looked away from the carnage, "'Tis a great waste, and some of them with families, to be sure."

"Are you referring to the Familians or the dirwins?" asked Aidian with distaste. "In either case, good riddance I say."

"At least Haven is safe for now," said Racon. "They will think twice before mounting another attack."

"But... how did you know?" asked Stephanie thoughtfully.

"I did not," replied Racon simply. "I know that He is with us, but not how. He could have given your Angel the strength of twenty cats to repel the Familians, if He so chose." (Angel puffed up her chest at this remark, looking fiercely pleased with herself.) "Regardless, He has not given us a spirit of fear."

\- - -

July 27th,

'Today we port at Marine Isle, to return the volunteers home. They've spent so much time talking about their efforts on Haven. While the citizens of the two islands have always been close, the rebuilding has strengthened that bond. Kirnn's aunt shed some tears over his leaving, but wished him to follow his own path, that is, if he promised to come back and visit.'

A warm welcome was awaiting our travelers. The shore was crowded with people, their arms waving to 'the Heroes of Haven'. The sky was clear, and the summer day warm. On the dock the governor was waiting with open arms for his guests.

"Sincerest greetings, my friends!" Berrad called, as the group made their way towards him.

"Berrad, a pleasure," Racon said.

"To be sure! And new faces yet!" Berrad smiled warmly, "Kirnn?"

"Hello, Governor Berrad," Kirnn said, in his quiet, shy voice.

"My boy, so glad to see you," Berrad said, taking Kirnn's hand and gripping it gently. Without letting go, he turned to the others, "Now, to our feast."

It was a grand affair, not quite on the scale of a Yorkyin feast, but magnificent nonetheless. The dishes were superb and the company exceptional. Of course, the stories after dinner were the favorite part of most.

"Aye, she's been a journey 'til now," Carrious nodded to Berrad. "Fair with spots."

"Ah, right?" asked Berrad, curiously.

"Except for the dirwins," Racon added, shaking his head.

"And the Familians," put in Aidian.

"You must tell me the whole tale," said Berrad. He insisted that they should spare no details, even if it took them all night to tell.

Meanwhile, a few guests excused themselves from the tables, including Stephanie and the boys. Angel decided to stay and 'help' tell the tale.

The trio headed off to take a stroll down the streets of Marine.

"I wonder what our next adventure will be," Aidian pondered aloud.

"Next?" Stephanie asked, giving Aidian a nudge. "This one isn't even over yet!"

"True," Aidian nodded with a smile.

"Whatever it is, I hope we are all together," Kirnn said quietly.

They wandered on down the little stone street, staring at the night sky above.

\- - -

"Wonderful tale, my friends, simply wonderful!" Berrad marveled. "Wish I had been there... for most of it anyway."

"'Twas quite a sail," Carrious agreed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"You must bring me next time," Berrad insisted.

"Or this time...?" Racon asked.

"Oh yes! Oh dear me. I almost forgot. I do hope that you have seen all the monsters already..."

The next morning they set sail. It proved to be an uneventful period in their travels. The days passed too quickly for some, and too slowly for others. There was not enough adventure for Angel, but it was just right for Berrad. He was content to chat and watch the scenery as it passed by, bathed in the summer sunshine.

When the Treasurer's Keep came into view, Stephanie would not leave her cabin until they passed by it. She read in her bunk until the isle was out of sight entirely. She now understood why Carrious and his crew acted as if it did not exist.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Back to Butterfly

~ It All Addus Up ~

August 6th,

'Today we port at Butterfly Island. The sun is shining, the sea glistening, and this adventure is coming closer to the end. Still no clues as to why I'm here. It has been a wonderful journey so far, but I still feel a little lost...'

\- - -

Stephanie laid down her pen and absent mindedly held the locket. It still gave her that sensation like she was at home, as if she could see and hear her parents again. Remembering happy times with her mother and father, and the little incidents of daily life. It all seemed so far away now. It was like a dream compared to her new reality of talking animals, princes, and maritime adventures. She was marveling at how much her life had changed when Carrious' strident voice called out:

"Land ho! Butterfly Island!"

There was a general hubbub as all rushed to the main deck with excitement. There was a rowboat already alongside the ship, and as Stephanie reached the deck, Addus climbed aboard.

"Hullo old friends!" Addus called out. "So good to see you all!" Everyone crowded around him.

"How is the landlubber's life treating you?" Racon asked, embracing his brother roughly, (and almost knocking him over in the process).

"Treating me very well indeed!" Addus laughed. "We are making great progress here. These islanders are a wonderful lot, generous to a fault."

"I be sure they're grateful to have an honest man at the helm," observed Carrious, grabbing Addus' hand and pumping it vigorously.

"I am only trying to do what is right," Addus said modestly.

"That is all anyone can ask," replied Aidian, stepping up to shake his hand as well. "Good to see you."

"And you as well, good prince," replied Addus seriously. "I cannot thank you enough for this appointment."

"Do not thank me," said Aidian, shaking his head. "I believe it was meant to be this way."

Stephanie stepped forward and Addus paused for a moment, looking at her.

"Dear Maiden," he said. "How goes your adventure? Have you found that which you seek?"

"No," she admitted, giving him a big hug and a bigger smile. "But it's not over yet!"

"Aye!" he replied. "That's the spirit. You have grown much in your travels so far, I can see it in your eyes. I am very excited to hear about the voyage. When I heard that the ship had been sighted, I hastened to the docks and commandeered a rowboat. I believe I have never plied the oars with such enthusiasm as today!"

Addus invited them to the castle for a feast, and to share their stories. When they landed on the island, it seemed that the entire populace had turned out for the occasion. There was much hand-shaking, hugging and back-slapping, as everyone took a turn greeting the crew of the ship.

\- - -

Over a wonderful meal, they recounted their adventures to Addus.

"Fantastic!" he commented. "Part of me wishes I could have been there with all of you. Part of me thinks about the dirwins and says: 'No, it is the island life for me!'"

"Aye," agreed Carrious. "I could do without dirwins as well."

"Yes, I am very happy to remain here, as long as the people will have me. One small detail though..."

"Your family?" Racon suggested.

"Well, they did cross my mind," smiled Addus.

"Aye," said Carrious, looking earnest. "I be thinkin' 'bout that since we left ye. Ye will need to find a second to mind the island whilst yer away."

Addus looked a little perplexed, "Away?"

"Yes... You are the governor now," Racon reminded him. "Also, you can assist your family in gathering your belongings. We will bring you back."

A look of comprehension crossed Addus's face, "Oh... Oh yes! I see. Yes, I believe I have found a good man to be my temporary replacement."

\- - -

As short as it had been, the visit refreshed everyone. Addus had made them all very welcome on the island in his new capacity as governor. He appeared to be adored by the populace, and it was clear that he wore the mantle of authority well. With his presence, (and Rothen's absence), the whole atmosphere of the island had changed for the better.

They departed early the next day, with cheerful farewells from all. Addus was reluctant to leave his new home, even temporarily. Once he boarded the ship though, his nautical nature reasserted itself and he went happily back to his former duties.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

The Isle of Wattin

~ Lost in the Myths of Time ~

One evening, a few days after leaving Butterfly Island, the captain called Aidian and Stephanie to the bow of the ship. Not waiting for an invitation, Angel proceeded them, racing on ahead. Racon was already there, looking thoughtful. Addus was watching the horizon.

Without a word, Carrious pointed out an island in the distance. It looked very inviting and somewhat tropical. It was unlike any of the islands that they had visited thus far.

"It looks beautiful," offered Stephanie. "Will we be exploring it?"

"Of course!" exclaimed Angel, who once again hungered for adventure. "That's what we're here for!"

"Aye. Only... we be havin' to catch it first," said the captain, looking directly at Aidian.

"Catch it?" asked Aidian, clearly perplexed. "As in, it is... moving?"

"So it appears, young prince," confirmed Racon, a small smile playing about the corner of his mouth. "We have not been getting much closer for over a day now."

"Aye," nodded the captain, still watching Aidian's face closely.

Suddenly, Aidian's look of confusion disappeared, his eyes widened and his jaw fell open.

"Wattin?!" he exclaimed, startling both Angel and Stephanie.

"Hard to believe, is it not?" replied Addus, a broad smile breaking across his face. "However, it would seem to be so."

"Aye," nodded Carrious vigorously.

"Excuse me?" interrupted Angel, who had recovered first from the shock of Aidian's outburst. "Sorry to be so slow to catch on and all, but 'Wattin' the heck are you talking about?"

"Sorry, cat..." Aidian apologized. He turned to them with excitement, grasping both of Stephanie's hands as he did so. "The lost island of Wattin is a legend, now a Metilian child's tale, really. In the story, the island broke free of its moorings and now floats aimlessly through the Metilian seas."

"And you think this could be that island?" asked Stephanie curiously. "But you said it was just a legend, a myth?"

"Sure!" cut in Angel, with a big grin on her furry face. "Nobody could find it... it's the 'mything' island."

"Very good, cat," Aidian chuckled. "The fact is, the story is so old, no one knows where it came from."

"But... a floating island?" asked Stephanie doubtfully.

"Seems unlikely," agreed Racon. "However, it is the only explanation that comes to mind at present."

"Aye," confirmed Carrious. "We should have made the isle just after breakfast today."

\- - -

All the available sails were hoisted in an attempt to increase the ship's speed.

"Do you think we can catch the island?" asked Stephanie, looking up at all the straining canvas overhead.

"No isle's ever gotten away from me yet," declared Carrious with a smile. "And now, I've a legend in me sights. Aye... don't ye worry lass, she'll soon be ours."

They chased the island throughout the night and for the better part of the following day. As they approached their moving target, the ship seemed to be gaining speed. Carrious gave the order to furl the sails, one at a time.

"What's happening Captain?" asked Stephanie. "Why is the island slowing down?"

"Nay, lass," Carrious replied. "The island, she's not slowin' down, she's just startin' to pull us along with her."

"Oh," Stephanie said. "I get it, like when a floating leaf follows behind your rowboat."

"Aye! Verily!" beamed the captain. "Ye'll be a sailor yet, me girl. And it be a good thing that our leaf be followin'."

"Makes it easier to catch up?" guessed Stephanie.

"Aye! Mightily easier... when ye be rowin'."

\- - -

When they were close enough, they lowered a tender and started towards the island with excitement. The little craft bore Racon, Stephanie, and Angel, with Aidian and Kirnn at the oars. It was a tiny island, lush with thick, green vegetation. Palm trees towered high overhead, rivaling the ship's masts in height. Carrious, Addus, and Berrad watched from the deck. None of them really wanted to go on the island, for varying reasons.

Dragging the tender up on to the sandy shore, they began making their way around the island, looking for any signs of life. They could not see very far into the foliage and underbrush. They walked along the beach, until they came to a break in the trees, leading to a small clearing with a building in the middle. The building looked to be very old. It was a wooden structure, roughly cut, and only partially finished.

"I wonder who lived there?" breathed Stephanie, breaking the silence.

"Whoever he was, it looks like he was rescued before he got a chance to finish his house," observed Aidian.

"Well, something certainly happened to him before he completed the task," agreed Racon cautiously. "Let us keep up our guard."

"It appears that only squirrels live there now," Kirnn pointed out, as indeed a bushy tailed rodent ran into the house, chattering loudly.

"Squirrels!" Angel cheered.

"You like squirrels?" Stephanie asked in surprise. Her cat replied by running towards the building.

"I'll let you know when I taste one," she shouted over her shoulder.

"Angel!" Stephanie called out, running after her. The rest of the party followed, quickly moving forward into the small clearing.

"Mm-mm. Do you smell that?" asked Kirnn, stopping and looking around.

"Sweet," commented Aidian, also pausing to take a deep breath.

"Yes. It makes you just want to stop and smell the roses," added Stephanie, abandoning her chase. "Or whatever that wonderful aroma is."

In fact, almost all of the party stopped to inhale the heavenly fragrance. It was the most relaxing experience.

"Can a smell make you tired?" asked Stephanie. "I feel like I have just run a marathon. I could just lie down right here and sleep."

"I think we should go back to the..." Racon's words of warning were interrupted as Angel burst out of the little house.

"Hey!" she yelled. "Somebody lives here!"

They all followed Angel into the small run-down cabin. Although the structure was quite ramshackle, the interior was very clean and tidy. Inside, there was a thin man, with a long gray beard sitting on a low stool. He was leaning back against the wall, his feet up on a small wooden table. He looked very comfortable.

"Welcome, friends," he said drowsily. "Can I offer you a nut? Not much else here, I'm afraid. They are chock full of nutrition though. Not bad, once you get used to them..." If he was at all surprised to see strangers on his island, you would not have known it by his actions. He seemed remarkably unperturbed by their appearance.

"Greetings, good sir!" It was Aidian who spoke up first. "Very sorry for the intrusion, we were just exploring the island."

"Yes, well... I have done that, you know," replied the old man calmly. "There is really no need. This is the only part of the island with any signs of previous inhabitants. Are you quite sure that I cannot offer you a nut?"

"Yes, but thank you all the same," replied Aidian graciously. "My name is Prince Aidian, from Yorkyin Land."

"Jonathan," offered the old man, without making any move to get up. "I cannot rightly tell you where I'm from. It seems as if I've always been here and yet somehow that does not seem right either. My memory is not what it used to be... assuming of course that it was better before this..." He paused and gazed at the ceiling thoughtfully, as if pondering the question for himself. He remained thus for quite a time before Aidian coughed discreetly to regain his attention. His eyes focused once more on the visitors.

"Well, there certainly are a lot of you, in any case," he remarked quietly. "Not a problem, plenty of nuts to go round."

"Speaking of nuts..." murmured Angel under her breath. Stephanie, who was the only one to have heard the remark, shot her a look of disapproval.

"Hey, you! Lady!" came a small high-pitched voice from above. Stephanie looked up in surprise to see a squirrel perched on a beam near the ceiling. "Is that yours?" continued the squirrel, pointing down at Angel.

"Well..." began Stephanie.

"Call it off," interrupted the squirrel. "I need to talk to you people."

"Listen rodent," replied Angel. "You are obviously as confused as the geezer here. First of all, she's mine, not the other way around. Second of all, I pick my own snack food."

"Looks like you've picked enough already," observed the squirrel with a smirk. Then he looked over at the rest of the crew, who were by now all staring up at the ceiling. "Listen, is somebody going to muzzle that thing? I need to talk to you people. Quickly now, before you all end up like him!" He pointed over at Jonathan for emphasis.

"Angel!" warned Stephanie.

"Fine," replied Angel, turning away. "I can wait."

"Follow me back to the beach!" cried the squirrel, as he bounded out the door. "Move it, people!"

They took their leave of the cabin, assuring Jonathan that they would return quickly. He waved them off dreamily, as unconcerned about the contingent's departure as he had been about their arrival.

"My name is Chitchat," announced the squirrel excitedly, once they had all gathered at the beach. "I'm very glad to see you. Well," he amended quickly with a frown in Angel's direction. "Most of you, anyway." Angel opened her mouth to speak, but Chitchat cut her off. "Jonathan needs your help."

"Of course," replied Racon. "How may we be of assistance?"

"Get him off this island," answered the squirrel abruptly, bouncing from one foot to the other.

"He looks quite happy here," observed Aidian. "Are you sure he wants to leave?"

"He may not want to, but he needs to," insisted Chitchat. "Haven't you noticed the island's effect on people?"

"It is very relaxing," agreed Stephanie dreamily.

"Too relaxing!" warned the squirrel darkly.

"He seems very comfortable," commented Kirnn, looking wistfully back towards the cabin.

"I think I understand what our little friend is trying to tell us," said Racon, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Life is not just about comfort. Life is a..."

"Yes, yes!!" cut in Chitchat impatiently. "Very good, you get it. Can we go now?"

\- - -

It took them the rest of the day to convince and coerce Jonathan to accompany them back to the ship. They started off trying to reason with him and ended up half-carrying him to the beach. While he was not particularly cooperative, he did not exactly resist their efforts either. Once they made it to the shoreline, everyone paused to rest.

"Bracing," Jonathan commented hazily. "Must be the sea air. Haven't been to the beach for..." His voice trailed off and he looked out over the ocean, tapping his nose with his finger absentmindedly.

"I believe I'd like to see this ship of yours," he said, rising unsteadily to his feet.

\- - -

Once back on the Night's Sailor, the crew greeted both Jonathan and the squirrel.

"So Captain..." started Chitchat, addressing Carrious respectfully. "Would you possibly have room for one more? I take little space, as you can see."

"Aye!" replied Carrious heartily. "Ye be welcome to join us."

"I'll earn my keep," vowed the squirrel seriously. "I may be small, but I'm very useful."

"As an appetizer, maybe," commented Angel under her breath. Before Chitchat could reply, the ship's bell rang for dinner.

\- - -

The meal that evening was all the livelier with the addition of the new crew members. Chitchat was sitting on the captain's table with the crew, facing Angel, and strategically out of her reach. Angel was across from Jonathan, who had perked up considerably.

"This is wonderful!" Jonathan commented through a mouthful of food. "So much better than nuts!"

"Hey!" sputtered Chitchat, wheeling around to face him.

"Sorry!" Jonathan apologized quickly. "I didn't mean it that way. I will be eternally grateful to you for providing for me as long as you did. Please don't take offense, my friend."

"None taken," replied the squirrel, looking somewhat mollified. "Nothing wrong with nuts, though."

"Quite so... and I surely would have died if it weren't for your care," continued Jonathan.

"Were you not able to collect food for yourself?" asked Stephanie, clearly puzzled by the conversation.

"I couldn't be bothered," replied Jonathan simply. "Sometimes I forgot to even eat the food my friend brought to me. Oftentimes, it just seemed like too much trouble."

"The island," explained Chitchat. "Has that effect on people."

"So, what about you?" countered Angel. "Fuzzy snacks are immune?"

"Squirrels," replied Chitchat haughtily. "Have a very high energy level. We're quick. Being on the island merely brings us a little closer to your slow-witted pace."

"It was very relaxing on the island," interjected Aidian, trying to change the subject.

"Too relaxing!" warned the squirrel.

"We need some conflict," agreed Racon. "As I started to say earlier, life is not just about our comfort. Life is a struggle, and lacking that, there is no progress, either personally, or as a society."

"Aye," Carrious chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Calm waters be the most agreeable, but it be the storms that teach ye about the sea!"

\- - -

After supper, Stephanie took Chitchat for a tour of the ship. Although, to be completely accurate, he toured most of the ship solo. He zipped up and down each of the masts, and raced along the rigging, exploring it all at a breathtaking speed.

"Look at him go, Angel!" Stephanie said admiringly. "Still think you're going to snack on that?"

"Yes," replied Angel, her head swiveling back and forth as she watched the squirrel's every move with keen interest. "I love fast food."

\- - -

"What do you think?" Stephanie asked, when Chitchat returned.

"Big," replied the squirrel. "Tall. I like it."

"Small," replied her cat. "Tasty. I like it."

"Angel! I was talking to Chitchat." Stephanie warned. Then, turning to the squirrel, she added: "I'm so sorry, would you like to meet the horses?"

"Are they more civilized than your ever-peckish pet here?" asked Chitchat.

"Yes, actually, they are," Stephanie replied, glaring at Angel. She headed off towards the bow of the ship, Chitchat bouncing around her, Angel grudgingly bringing up the rear. As they entered the stables, Angel called out to the horses: "Hide your grain, fuzzy rat coming through!"

"I'm a squirrel," Chitchat said, over his shoulder. "Squir...rel. Don't worry though, I'll talk slow so you can understand me, Fluffy."

Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, Stephanie made the introductions.

"Very pleased to meet you, Chitchat," said Nightwind. "May I offer you a safe perch beyond the reach of that famished feline? Come on, climb aboard!" The squirrel ran up one of the stable's partitions and hopped lightly on to Nightwind's back. In a flash, he then raced up the horse's mane, coming to an abrupt stop between his ears. Chitchat looked down from his new perch at the rest of the party.

"Big!" he said with a grin. "Tall. I like it!"

"I believe that you and I will get along famously," observed Nightwind to his new rider.

"Oh, you're just happy to finally have something between your ears," groused Angel to the horse. "Even if it's only a fuzzy snack."

\- - -

Later that evening, Stephanie was in her usual spot, leaning over the ship's railing. Gazing pensively out onto the waters, her thoughts were as turbid as the sapphire and emerald waves that caressed the bow of the ship. She watched the world around her, the white of the waves crashing, the sun as it began its descent behind the ship. All the world's colors were blending into rich crimsons and golds. She only wished her mind could be as clear as the Metilian skies.

CHAPTER THIRTY

A Setback

~ No Excess of Success ~

Returning now to our princes, lounging once again in the visitor receiving room. The captain of their 'trade' mission was ushered in. He looked down at the floor as he entered the room.

"Well, Captain?" demanded Joel.

"Sadly, not the best news, Sire," replied the captain quietly, still not meeting Joel's steely gaze.

"I expect success, Captain," said Joel imperiously.

"Y-yes, Sire. That is understood."

"So you allowed a few Haven Islanders to interfere with your mission? Even though you, supposedly, removed the problems earlier?"

"In our defense, Sire, w-we never made it to the isle," the captain replied, slowly raising his eyes to meet Joel's.

"What? Why not?"

"We were intercepted," the captain said quietly.

"Intercepted? By whom? Who would dare to try and stop us?"

"Metilians, Sire."

Joel looked at the visitor, as if unable to believe his ears. All the tales he had ever heard of Metilians portrayed them as weak, both physically and mentally.

"They challenged us by intercepting our ship, so we decided to board them," the captain explained. "We had to teach them a lesson, it's not the Familian way to run from..."

"I don't need a lecture on the Familian way!" interrupted Joel sharply. "I need information!"

"Yes, Sire. S-sorry, Sire. W-we were setting to board their ship and some of the men got too eager. They... they lowered the tenders before we had scouted the waters. Completely against my orders, I may add."

The princes just waited for him to continue. Joel looking angry, his brothers both mesmerized by the story.

"So, yes... well the ships were not the only thing in the sea... we had a... setback."

"Wow, a setback," commented Kirk, shaking his head. "Who knew that was gonna happen?"

Joel glared at his brother and motioned for the captain to continue.

"We were not able to board the vessel, because a plague of dirwins raided our tenders," said the captain. "Fortunately, we only lost rank and file crew members, no one of importance."

"To whom did the vessel belong? You said it was a Metilian ship. Do you know the name of the vessel? Was there anyone of consequence on board?"

"I could perhaps ask our Camtran navigator," offered the visitor nervously. "He may have recognized the ship or the crew."

"Do so, Captain," commanded Joel, with a dismissive wave. "And... Captain?"

"Yes, Sire?"

"This is the second time that your lack of control over your crew has compromised a voyage. If there is a third incident, you will, at the very least, lose your position."

"Yes, Sire," replied the visitor.

"At the very least," repeated Joel darkly.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Smooth Sailing

~ The Cruise Blues ~

Now we progress forward in time, our friends enjoying more clear skies and smooth sailing for this portion of their voyage. While both are pleasant to experience, they are equally tedious to chronicle, so we shall move on. Although we are closer to the end of this journey, we are still far from the end of the adventure.

"Isn't it pretty Angel?"

"Wet," Angel replied.

"Pardon?"

"Pretty wet," Angel gave a little shiver of disgust. "I hate the water."

"Then why are you on a boat?" teased Stephanie.

"To protect you! And for the adventure..." her voice trailed off with the last word, and her eyes gazed dreamily into the horizon.

"It certainly has been that," replied Stephanie.

"I wish it would never end!" Angel declared. "The adventure, I mean. The cruise is getting pretty old."

Stephanie chuckled, and they watched the sun sink into the sea. The sky turned a brilliant gold, then crimson, both edged with wine. The dark and light colours complimented each other. The sky was soon turned a deep indigo, then the blanket of night wrapped itself around their world. The bright silver moon of Metilia lifted slowly, and the stars began twinkling overhead.

Through this display there had been a silence bordering on awe, which was eventually broken by Angel.

"Bed time!"

"Who put you in charge?" Stephanie teased.

"I will get you to sleep on time. Unlike that prince," she muttered.

\- - -

August 17th,

'The days pass ever so slowly, yet the precious moments of beauty just flash by. This return journey has seemed to continue forever, while the sunsets fade in the blink of an eye.

Although the land calls to my soul, there is something within me that wants to keep sailing, to keep looking for the answers I have not yet found. My heart is aching for my mother and father, so far away. Once we return, I must make a decision, should I open the locket again? Have my parents returned? Will they think that I ran away? Will the locket even take me home? I wish I knew what to do.'

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Homecoming Queen

~ Duressed for Success ~

Stephanie awoke very late one morning to the cries of "Land Ho!" She rushed to get ready and then made her way to the main deck. Everyone, it seemed, was already there, straining their eyes to see the land that had been spotted by the lookout on duty.

"It is Yorkyin!" explained Aidian with excitement. "We are almost home."

Home. Stephanie was not sure how she felt about that. She was sad that the journey was over, but glad to be back. Yet, glad to be back to what? Was she supposed to just settle down and help Aidian with his duties? She had promised to, but what about her parents? How could she settle to anything without first finding out what had happened to them? Surely Aidian would understand... but what did he expect of her? When he asked her to help him, was he just looking for an assistant, or had she unwittingly accepted a marriage proposal? She realized that she really did not know much about Metilian customs...

Yorkyin Land was coming into view. It was even more beautiful than she remembered, perhaps because of the long journey, or perhaps because it was now their autumn. The land of Metilia was dressed in its finest attire of crimson and gold. As they neared the dock, she could see the colourful leaves gently blowing in the breeze, swirling and playing happily around the feet of the people waiting there.

She could see Seenita and Durian on the wharf, as well as many other almost familiar faces. The process of docking, tying up, and lowering the gang plank had never seemed to take so long. They soon found themselves setting foot on land once again. Aidian shook hands with Durian. Seenita captured Stephanie and immediately started asking questions.

As a homecoming, it was more than they could have hoped for. Introductions were made all round, Kirnn, Jonathan, and Chitchat were welcomed with open arms. Everyone was invited to the ball that evening. According to Stephanie's calendar, it was August the twenty second.

\- - -

Stephanie was in her room with Angel and Seenita, filling Seenita in on all the details.

"Amazing!" she marveled, after Stephanie wound up her story.

"Now that I've told the tale, it certainly seems that way," Stephanie agreed thoughtfully.

"All that adventure and to be rescued by a real prince. You really must be a princess." Seenita laughed, "Not like me, I had to do the rescuing!" She paused and looked at Stephanie closely, "So, what are you wearing to the ball?"

"Nothing," replied Stephanie. "I mean, I'm not going."

"Nonsense, you cannot miss the ball!"

"No, I really don't..."

"You have to!" urged Seenita.

"It's just that... I've never been to a ball," confessed Stephanie shyly.

"Do not be silly! It is just like a feast, only with dancing! I will teach you."

"But I don't have a dress or..."

"Not another word!" Seenita commanded, then she vanished.

"I wonder why she's so insistent on you going to this ball?" Angel said suspiciously.

"She's just nice," Stephanie replied. "Not everyone has an ulterior motive, you know."

"Yeah, but..." started Angel. At that moment, Seenita came back, presenting Stephanie with a purple wine coloured dress with amethyst trimmings.

"It's beautiful but..." Stephanie started.

"But nothing!" Seenita replied, in a tone that brooked no argument. "It will suit you wonderfully, you will go to the ball."

Stephanie knew when she was beaten. It was such a pretty dress, somewhat like her old one: off the shoulders, cuffs over the hands, but plum coloured instead of blue. It was also much fancier, with a wider skirt.

"Now," Seenita continued purposefully. "We have the afternoon to work some magic."

Stephanie was doubtful, but Seenita got to work teaching her all about the basics of the ball as they both readied for the evening. In the midst of the afternoon, Mareanne arrived and announced she was taking Angel to prepare her for the occasion. There was some 'discussion' as to whether or not this was going to happen, but in the end Mareanne prevailed and dragged a reluctant Angel away. A couple of hours into Seenita's 'magic', Stephanie came out of the bath chamber into the bedroom in her new dress.

"Stunning!" announced Seenita. "A perfect fit!"

Seenita then curled Stephanie's long hair, placing a circlet of silver with amethyst and plum coloured jewels in it. There was also a beautiful necklace to match. Seenita placed it around Stephanie's neck and whistled, leading her to the full length mirror in the bath chamber. The complete effect was stunning. The simple but elegant jewelery complemented the dress perfectly. When Stephanie looked at her reflection, she found a beautiful young woman looking back at her. She stood for a moment, marveling at how much she had changed in the few months since she left her bedroom. Although she did not feel much different from the girl on that rainy day, the mirror told another story. She had changed so much on the outside, and maybe a little on the inside as well.

There was a knock at the door and Seenita went to answer it: "Hello Aidian!"

"Hullo! Is Stephanie ready to go downstairs?" he asked.

"She certainly is," said Seenita with a smile. "I was just leaving. Goodbye Stef! Aidian is here!"

"Thank you, Seenita! We'll see you at the ball," called out Stephanie from the bath chamber. Aidian walked into the room at the same time that Stephanie re-entered it.

"Whoa! You... you look..." Aidian started, then he stopped.

"Oh... is that a good thing?"

"Very much, yes!" he replied quickly.

"Thank you," she blushed. "I'll take that as a compliment then?"

"Oh, yes!" he said, nodding vigorously.

"I do feel a little silly... have you seen Angel?"

Aidian abruptly stopped nodding, "No, is she not with you?"

"No. Mareanne was going to help her get ready for the ball."

"Ready for the ball?"

"It was Mareanne's idea, I can't say that Angel was very enthused about it..."

"I can only imagine," replied Aidian with a chuckle.

\- - -

Soon Aidian and Stephanie were walking down the large staircase of the dining hall. Even though she had been to many feasts since her arrival, none of them were quite as grand as the scene in front of her. The hall looked gorgeous as a ballroom, the crystalline chandeliers hanging from the vaulting ceiling, the white stone walls covered in rich tapestries, and a white and gold carpet running down the staircase. The large wooden tables now lined the room, leaving the center as a magnificent dance floor. At the far end was a small band of musicians, playing a gentle melody with diverse yet unfamiliar instruments. The throng of guests were all dressed royally, the entire room resonated with a fairytale atmosphere.

Stephanie noticed many familiar faces, almost all she had met while in Metilia were present.

"How do you like the ballroom?" Durian asked as they approached.

"It's absolutely beautiful," Stephanie said.

"It was all Seenita's doing," Durian boasted proudly.

"Oh, Durian..." Seenita replied, with a small smile. "It was not. Priscillia helped tremendously with all the preparations."

"Did I hear my name mentioned?" asked a voice from behind them. They turned to see Priscillia standing there, in a beautiful pink gown. "What do you think of the arrangements, Aidian dearest?"

Before Aidian could open his mouth to answer, there was an outburst from the crowd. Everyone turned to see what was going on.

"This is ridiculous!" exclaimed a familiar and very annoyed voice. It was coming from Stephanie's overprotective companion, Angel. She was elegantly turned out for the evening in an exquisite crystal blue dress, with little slippers to match. The outfit was lovely, a truly graceful Metilian gown, scaled perfectly for Angel. There was a small circlet of silver perched on her head.

Aidian and Durian barely, just barely mind you, stifled their mirth.

"You look... lovely," Stephanie said, also trying her hardest not to laugh.

"Humph!" groused Angel, jerking her head towards Mareanne. "She made this atrocity. Real cats do not wear gowns! I want to make one thing clear: I am wearing this dress under duress."

"What's that, cat?" piped up Chitchat from behind Angel. "You got another dress on under that goofy one?"

"Ooh, I'm gonna...!" Angel spun around and lunged at the squirrel, kicking off her slippers in the process. "Say your prayers, rodent! You are about to become the appetizer."

Mareanne laughed lightheartedly, shook her head, and picked up the slippers Angel had left behind. Aidian, noticing Stephanie's horrified expression, immediately tried to distract her from her cat's antics.

"May I have this dance?" he asked quickly, bowing gracefully in her direction.

As worried as she was about Angel's behavior in public, Stephanie was even more nervous about having to dance. She had received some pointers from Seenita earlier that day, but she was still very apprehensive.

The reality was even better than she had hoped for. As amazing as her adventures had been so far, she felt even more like the proverbial princess in a fairytale when being twirled around and around the ballroom floor. Aidian was a wonderful dancer, leading her gently and gracefully through the throng of guests.

The song finished and she ended up in Aidian's arms. Their gaze locked and she looked deeply into the brilliant blue of his eyes. The party, indeed the whole world, faded away. For just that moment, it was as if they were the only two people alive. Aidian held her closer and instinctively she pursed her lips for his kiss.

"Stef!" Angel hissed, grabbing Stephanie's arm and snapping her out of her reverie, "Don't be rude, they're introducing the new king and queen of Metilia!"

Stephanie looked away from her cat, up towards the entrance where the guests of honor were walking through a split in the crowd. Aidian shook his head and glared at Angel. Angel glared back and stuck out her tongue at Aidian. Then Stephanie gasped loudly and they both quickly turned to look at her with concern. The cat followed her girl's eyes to the guests of honor. She blinked rapidly and her jaw fell open. Stephanie and Angel recovered from their shock simultaneously, both running forward and calling out:

"Mom! Dad!"

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

It's Nobody's Business

~ Don't Drop the Ball ~

It was a glorious reunion. Angel, Stephanie, and her parents all ran towards each other and met in a wonderful group hug. They embraced as though they would never let go. No words were spoken... none were needed. They were all overcome with the emotion of the moment, content to be together again. Seenita and Durian moved quietly through the crowd, encouraging everyone to continue dancing and feasting.

It was Angel who recovered first: "When did you two get here?" she asked, making it sound simultaneously like a question and an accusation.

Stephanie's mother smiled, "Well, I suppose that we've been here longer than you two..."

Stephanie's jaw dropped, "You've been here since you both disappeared?"

"Yes... I'm so sorry that we couldn't let you know. It was all so unexpected... and it has all been so wonderful, except that we missed you... so much."

"Well, maybe a little..." admitted her father affectionately, his eyes still moist with emotion. Stephanie looked at him fondly and her mother cut in.

"Don't you believe a word of that," she said gently. "His pillow was every bit as wet as mine."

"Well, Stephanie maybe," he conceded playfully. "But Angel? And now she talks!"

"Don't worry about that," Angel replied slyly. "I won't talk your ear off. Anything I need to say to you can be said with a purr or a growl. And anything you need to say to me can be said with some decent food and a warm lap."

"Oh my goodness! Look at you!" Stephanie's mother said suddenly. "What has happened to my little girl? You look so grown up..."

"That happened the first day," replied Angel, looking concerned. "We just got here and, poof, she turned old."

"And we've had some big adventures, as well," smiled Stephanie. "We have so much to tell you... and so much to ask you. I don't even know where to begin!"

"Everything is quite different here," agreed her father.

"So, why us? Why are we in Metilia?" asked Stephanie.

"Maybe when we said we wanted to make a difference in the world, we should have been more specific about which world..." replied her father with a shrug and a grin.

Everyone smiled, and suddenly it was like nothing had changed. Stephanie felt complete, everything was perfect...

"Oh, Aidian! I'm so sorry!"

Aidian had been standing nearby, shuffling his feet slightly. He had not wanted to intrude on their reunion, but felt it would also be rude to just leave without saying anything. Stephanie grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over.

"Mom. Dad. This is Prince Aidian. He has been accompanying me on my quest."

Stephanie's father looked Aidian up and down skeptically.

"So... you're Herick and Lilyann's son?" Stephanie's mother asked quickly.

Aidian nodded and bowed, "Very pleased to meet you both. Forgive me... am I correct in assuming that my parents were traveling to Metilia to meet with your highnesses?"

"Yes, we returned here with them to see Yorkyin Land. I believe they are yet downstairs," she replied.

"If you will please excuse me, I really should go see them. Again, so very nice to meet you both," Aidian bowed and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Stephanie's father growled as Aidian melted away. Angel nodded with understanding.

"That's what I said when I first met him," she agreed.

Stephanie surveyed the celebration around her, everyone dancing, feasting, and laughing. She looked over at the table where her companions were. Kirnn smiled shyly and waved, the horses and Muddle nodded to her. She looked back at her parents, who were also smiling, and then at Angel, her beloved companion, and fellow adventurer. With all of them together, with all of the questing, and all of the splendor... it was now most definitely her dream come true.

\- - -

The party was wonderful, and everyone stayed up half the night. Stephanie had never danced, eaten, or laughed so much in her life. She awoke late the next morning, with a lightly snoring Angel still asleep at the foot of the bed. She readied herself and tried to wake her cat, but Angel refused. Stephanie headed to breakfast alone, catching up with Aidian a few hallways later.

"Good morning... Princess," he greeted her.

Stephanie rolled her eyes at him, "Okay, I didn't mean to rise so late..."

"No, no! I meant no criticism. It is just that it would seem my mother had nothing to worry about," smiled Aidian.

"What do you mean?" asked Stephanie.

"Well, it appears that you are a princess after all," he teased. "And of a larger kingdom than just Yorkyin at that."

"Oh! I suppose so..." she replied thoughtfully. "I didn't think about that."

"Princess of all Metilia," Aidian bowed deeply. "Will you still talk to me thus casually, or shall I be required to make an appointment for an audience with Your Highness?"

"Stop it!" she said, punching him playfully in the arm. "I'm no different than I was yesterday."

"Yes, you are," he admonished her seriously. "You are now the highest princess in the land."

"I don't feel any different," she said, shaking her head slowly. "I still feel like just a nobody."

"You are as far from being a nobody as anyone can get," he assured her.

"But I'm still just me," she insisted. "Just the girl with the locket."

Aidian stopped, his eyes suddenly wide with excitement. "You were nobody!" he exclaimed.

"Yes...?" she replied, clearly puzzled.

"Yes... No... Do you not understand what it means?" he asked impatiently.

"Apparently I don't," she admitted.

"The locket," he explained. "Twittier said that the 'N' signified 'nobody'."

"Oh... I see," she replied slowly.

"And now you have become somebody!" he concluded with pride.

"No..." she said thoughtfully. "Regardless of any titles I might have now, I'm still the same person I was before. I don't want to be defined by 'Princess', it seems so snobby and prissy."

"Oh?" mused Aidian doubtfully.

"Yes," she said firmly. "I agree with the locket... I believe that I will still be nobody, in my heart."

\- - -

As the day progressed, everyone was very busy in preparations for the journey to Metilia. It took a few days ride to get there, and no one wanted to be late. Angel and Stephanie's father were tending to the coach they would all be using for transport. Stephanie and her mother packed Stephanie's things, talking the whole time.

"Well, you've always been our little princess," Stephanie's mother said, looking at her daughter proudly as she packed one of Stephanie's dresses. "Now you really will be one. Though not so little anymore. In fact, I'll bet you've grown up by at least a few years since you've gotten here."

"I've been thinking a lot about that," Stephanie began.

"Growing up?" asked her mother.

"No. Well... yes, but about being a princess," Stephanie continued thoughtfully.

"Exciting? A little scary?" prodded her mother.

"Yes, but that's not it," Stephanie continued slowly. "I don't want to be a princess, if you know what I mean?"

"Worried about kissing frogs?" joked her mother.

"I be nobody," explained Stephanie cryptically.

"Actually, you be a princess with bad grammar," smiled her mother. "What is this all about?"

"It's about the locket," Stephanie replied, holding it up. "The 'N' engraved on the front signifies 'Nobody'."

"How do you know that?" asked her mother, looking at the little heart with surprise. "I always thought it was someone's initial from long ago, but nobody knows for sure..."

"And I be nobody," Stephanie cut in. "So I know for sure. Well, the truth is, an owl told me... at the beginning of my adventure."

"An owl told you that you are nobody," mused her mother, shaking her head slowly.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm not making much sense," Stephanie apologized. "What I am trying to say is that I don't want to be defined by the title of 'Princess'. Even if I am one, I still want to be me. I still want to be able to do."

"Oh, I think I see now," replied her mother, with a nod. "You don't want to just sit on the throne and be an authority figure."

"No, there are too many people in the world who do that already," continued Stephanie with conviction. "People expect someone else to do something about what's wrong in the world, but nobody is willing to do it themselves. I want to be the nobody that does something, not be the somebody that does nothing. I believe that's what the locket means."

\- - -

"Are you sure it's safe?" Angel asked Stephanie's father, carefully examining the transport they were to ride in.

"I have made quite sure of that," he replied, starting to smile. "And you needn't worry, this isn't a trip to the vet. However, I do believe we should check how comfortable it is inside."

"Now you're speaking my language!" Angel replied, jumping up into the coach.

\- - -

With everyone preparing for the journey, they were soon ready to depart. Stephanie did not know what to expect in Metilia, but once they were on their way she thoroughly enjoyed the journey. While it took several days to get there, time passed quickly for Stephanie. She felt so secure and complete with all the people she knew around her. Everyone seemed to get along so well... although Angel and Stephanie's father were both suspicious about Aidian's and Kirnn's intentions towards 'their girl'.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Steeling the Silver Isles

~ With Princesses and Tiny Cats ~

"'Twas the 'Knight's Sailor' your highness."

"I have not heard of this vessel before, is it significant?" Joel asked, with apparent disinterest.

"Significant?!" the captain exclaimed, eager to share his new-found knowledge. "Why, the Knight's Sailor only led the fleet that stole the Silver Isles from Camtra!"

"Why steal silver isles? Aren't gold isles worth more?" Nathaniel asked sarcastically.

"There are gold isles and we're trading with the silver ones?" Kirk shook his head, "And you say I'm the stupid one."

Joel rolled his eyes and sighed, choosing to ignore his brothers. He turned back to the captain, "I am speaking about its significance right now." He shouted the last two words, clearly not in the mood for a history lesson.

"My ap-apologies, sire," the captain stammered. "Of course you are referring to now. How foolish of me not to realize that..." his voice trailed off as his eyes again met Joel's steely gaze.

"The past, captain, is just that. Past. Done. What is the significance NOW?! Have you found out who was on the ship?"

Fortunately for the captain, he had also remembered to question the Camtran navigator as to the identity of the officers on board the Metilian ship. The navigator had reeled them off with an eerie precision that the captain found vaguely unsettling. In fact, he found everything about the Camtran to be unsettling. He was grateful for the information, though, and had quickly written it down. He now fumbled in his pocket for the list, finally pulling it out.

"Notables spotted on the vessel were Captain Carrious, Racon his navigator, Prince Aidian of Y-Yorkyin and a girl. She is traveling with the prince, so it is thought that she may be a princess," he read shakily. "And she has a cat," he added, almost as an afterthought.

"A cat?" asked Kirk incredulously. "Who has a cat?"

"Apparently it is tame, and considerably smaller than one of our cats," the captain added helpfully.

"Do you think that's part of their plan?" Nathaniel asked seriously.

Joel looked at him, "What are you talking about?!"

"You know, shrinking cats and teaching princesses to sail?" Nathaniel smiled slyly.

"Ooh... That's clever. We'd never expect that," Kirk nodded thoughtfully.

"I'm not certain if that's exactly common..." muttered the captain.

"Maybe that's how Metilia plans on protecting the isles," Nathaniel continued, his sly smile widening just slightly. "Perhaps they think we won't attack princesses and their tiny cats."

"Familians not attack?" the captain scoffed. "How could..."

"Would you three shut up!" shouted Joel irritably. "Think about it. A Metilian princess... and her cat? Why would a princess be sailing around and messing up our trade missions?"

"I do not know why she was there, it is not common for royalty to sail at all."

"Well, she is interfering with my plans now. If I ever set foot in Metilia, I will find her... and believe me, she will know why you do not go against the Familians!"

"Yeah... but who's gonna tell the cat?" Kirk asked doubtfully.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Gown With the Wind

~ The Dress Test ~

Awe inspiring. That was the first thought in Stephanie's mind when she saw the Metilian castle. Yorkyin's castle was beautiful, but when compared to the enormity of this breathtaking palace, Yorkyin seemed surprisingly small. The Metilian castle was made from the same gleaming white stone as Yorkyin's, but with many more towers and turrets. The moat was wide and deep, encircling the castle and the city surrounding it. The city, which looked very quaint and full of character, was called Merina.

It was all so spectacular, Stephanie had trouble taking it in. A few short months ago, she would have had a hard time believing such a place really existed.

"Isn't it beautiful Angel?"

"It's a building," the cat replied, yawning and stretching out on the coach seat. Stephanie's father chuckled, and her mother cut in,

"I agree with you, Stephanie. The castle is the most exquisite sight. You would think a cat that matches it so well would pay more attention."

"Well, I suppose it is suitable housing for a Birman..." replied Angel noncommittally.

"Well, maybe a purebred Birman," Stephanie teased slyly.

"I am a Birman," the cat replied crossly. "Just because some silly human told you I was mixed breed..."

"Angel, Dad found you at the animal shelter..."

"And what's to say quality cats can't be found at the animal shelter?'' Angel huffed. "Papers or no papers, all cats are good... and Birmans are legendary."

\- - -

Stephanie wanted to stop and see everything, but there was no time for that. As she was rushed through the palace, she barely had time to take in the beautiful courtyard with its fountains and tumbling waterfalls. There was an excited bustle at their presence, everyone waving a greeting to them as they passed.

\- - -

Stephanie, her mother, Seenita, Lilyann, Mareanne, and Angel bid farewell to the rest of their party and hurried to what was to be Stephanie's new bedroom.

It was beautiful, and like everything else in Metilia, more than double the size of the Yorkyin version. It looked somewhat like her old room, with a large four-poster bed, fireplace, and two windows. The carpet was a deep royal blue, the drapes a gentle azure, the bedding a brilliant purple. A white couch and a matching armchair stood in front of the huge stone fireplace. There was a large wooden door next to it, leading presumably to an even grander bath chamber. Two massive bay windows boasted magnificent views. Out of one she could see towards Yorkyin, while the other looked out on Heaven's Towers and the Farain Forest.

Stephanie barely had time to take it all in when she realized that everyone, except Angel, was staring at her. Angel was curled up in the middle of the very large bed, halfway to a catnap.

"Is something wrong?" Stephanie asked softly.

"Oh not at all, my dear," Lilyann beamed, taking her kindly by the shoulders. "On the contrary, we are just deciding how to dress our princess."

"I had picked a dress for you," Stephanie's mother said wistfully. Then she smiled, "But it wouldn't fit you now..."

There was much discussion between Stephanie's mother, Lilyann, and Seenita on just how Stephanie should be dressed. She and Mareanne sat patiently while a myriad of gowns were displayed by various dressmakers. Everyone had their favorite, and everyone wanted Stephanie to wear their dress. She loved them all, and did not want to offend anyone. Mareanne noticed her discomfiture and she nudged Stephanie. She looked at the princess-to-be with one arched eyebrow, then she got up and walked from the room. Stephanie watched her leave with dismay, then turned back to her seemingly impossible task.

As the parade of possibilities continued, Stephanie grew increasingly desperate for an answer that would not upset anyone. She was saved by Mareanne's return a few moments later.

"Mareanne?" asked Lilyann. "What do you have there?"

"I have brought Princess Stephanie her dress for the coronation," replied Mareanne simply, seeming to ignore the piles of gowns already littering the room.

Stephanie wanted to groan aloud. Not another dress! More than ever she was wishing for just a pair of jeans. Then Mareanne displayed the gown. It was a stunning crystal blue, lined with black, with a high lace neck and sleeves, a heart shaped bodice, and a long flowing skirt.

"It is the legendary dress that was worn by the young princess Sarana for her coronation as Queen of Metilia, long before her marriage and son Dorinn," Mareanne explained, presenting the gown to Stephanie. "She was a strong, independent leader, who cared very much for her people. I felt that it would be perfect for you. I merely needed to see if it was yet in good condition. Try it on, see if it fits you."

In Stephanie's absence, there was some conversation between Seenita and Lilyann, each being partial to other dresses. However, when Stephanie returned, all conversation ceased. As she reached the center of the room, a gentle breeze from the open window caressed Stephanie's hair and the dress alike, flaring the gown out beautifully. All were unanimously agreed... It was perfect.

Stephanie spent most of the day helping her mother with last minute plans and adjustments. She was content that evening to wish everyone a good night and retire to her room early. As she and Angel headed off, Lilyann offered to go with them... 'Just to make sure everything is in order.'

\- - -

"Well, I do believe everything is in order," she smiled. "Your dress, shoes, jewels... all appears to be perfect."

"Thank you so much. I will see you in the morning," Stephanie said, trying politely to get the queen to leave.

"There is something I must say before I go... if you will permit me."

"Why, certainly," replied Stephanie.

"I am deeply sorry for the way I acted when we first met." Stephanie opened her mouth to reply, but the queen raised her hand, "Please allow me to finish. It was childish of me to let my emotions affect my opinion of you. My mind has been changed. I feel that your parents will make exceptional leaders of Metilia and you..." Lilyann paused and smiled affectionately at Stephanie. "Will be the loveliest princess Metilia ever had. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

"I have not held it against you," said Stephanie, honestly. The fact was, she had been so busy with her adventures that she had not given any further thought to Lilyann's comments. "Of course it was stressful to leave your home. None of us knew what was in store for us at that point. I understand completely."

"I would like you to know now, that if you and Aidian wish to be married, I give you my blessing."

"That is very kind of you, but as your son told me, our whole lives are an adventure... and I don't wish to slow mine down anytime soon."

The queen looked a little taken aback, but quickly gathered her composure and smiled as she departed,

"As you wish, but I feel that one day you two will make the most wonderful couple."

\- - -

Stephanie sighed a breath of relief and sat on the end of the bed.

"That's my girl!" Angel beamed proudly. "No 'sappily' ever after for us."

Stephanie smiled and stroked her furry friend behind the ears. "No," she replied with a sly smile. "With you it would be a 'nappily' ever after."

\- - -

It was like the night before the Knight's Sailor all over again. Neither Stephanie nor Angel slept as much as they should have, instead they talked over the morrow and speculated as to what adventures might come to a princess and a cat.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Metilian Majesties

~ Coronation in a Foreign Nation ~

It was a blur, from the time Stephanie opened her eyes. Her mother had knocked at the door first thing and hustled Stephanie off to take a bath. She was now busy trying to convince a reluctant Angel to get up.

"You always do this," she sighed to the cat. "Whenever I want to make a bed, you lie in it!"

Angel opened one eye slightly and quietly hissed.

"Don't take that tone with me, young lady. Especially now that you can talk."

Angel sighed and stretched as she slowly climbed off the bed.

"I thought that said it all," she yawned. "Besides, I don't do ceremonies."

"Oh, I see," replied Stephanie's mother casually. "So, you are not going to lead us down the carpet?"

Angel's ears both perked up. "I get to be in the ceremony?" she asked, suddenly wide awake.

Stephanie's mother knelt down, eye height to Angel, "You have protected Stephanie for all this time, and you have been such a comfort to her. How could we not include you?"

"Well..." Angel purred and smiled. "Since you put it that way!"

Once Stephanie had finished her bath, she realized how nervous she was. It was like preparing for the ball, only more so. She did feel better this time though, because her mother was there. They helped each other with their gowns and chattered happily back and forth. They took great care putting on the ceremonial jewels that complemented their outfits so beautifully, although Stephanie was loathe to take off her precious locket.

Excluded from these activities, Stephanie's father had quite a bit of time to get to know her other traveling companions. While he liked all of the crew of the Knight's Sailor instinctively, he was a bit reserved towards Aidian. Of the two young men, he preferred Kirnn over the prince. (Truth be known, where his daughter was concerned, he preferred none to either.)

As Stephanie looked out the window later that day, her nervousness returned full force. The courtyard in front of the palace was a veritable sea of people and animals, all waiting for her and her family. The Yorkyin royal family and all of the governors proceeded them out into the swell of Metilians.

Before following, Stephanie and her parents shared one last group hug.

"Well, I guess this is it," Stephanie said, taking a deep breath and looking out towards the crowd.

"You'll do fine," her father assured her. "After all your adventures?"

"I suppose," she replied nervously. Then she smiled at him mischievously, "But now I'll have to call you 'Your Royal Highness'. That's bound to go to your head. Don't you think so, Mom?"

"We'll make sure it doesn't, sweetheart," her mother chuckled.

"I hate to break up this special family moment," Angel cut in dryly. "But there seems to be a few thousand people waiting for us."

They proceeded down the carpet out onto the raised platform in the middle of the guests. Angel first, then Stephanie, and lastly her parents strode down the length of the carpet. They faced Herick, Lilyann, Landan, Aidian, Durian, Seenita, Addus, Berrad, Kirnn, and an elderly man Stephanie had never seen before. From the crown on his head, she deduced that he must be King Dorinn.

Herick stood up and stepped forward, "We all gather here today, as a united council with the people of Metilia, to bestow new titles and new beginnings to the soon-to-be leaders of our land. Metilia is the largest united country in all the known lands, and has a blessed history of peace and prosperity. We welcome our new royal family with open arms. May they always walk in His path."

"Now, before we begin the coronations, we have an extra ceremony for a very special member of our family." He then bowed and turned towards his wife, "Lilyann?"

Lilyann stood up, stepped forward and then turned towards Angel. Angel removed her hat and held it respectfully in front of her.

"Angel, despite being but the smallest of cats, you are amongst the greatest of heroes. You have shown us that the size of the person is no reflector of the size of the heart."

She then took Angel's little sword and laid it gently on the cat's shoulders. "For all of your bravery and cunning, I knight thee 'Angel, Swords-cat of all Metilia'." She returned Angel's cutlass with a beautiful silver sheath and a belt to fit. Angel, looking proud enough to burst, bowed deeply in response.

Lilyann then turned back towards King Dorinn and curtsied respectfully, returning to her seat. The old king nodded kindly and raised himself awkwardly from his chair. He slowly stepped forward, and his lined face creased into a broad smile as he addressed the crowd.

"My loyal subjects, my people, my friends... each and every one of you have been all three. My time here as king has been long and pleasant. I have been fortunate to rule in a time of peace and harmony."

"In the past, bloodline has been what people have valued in their leaders, but there is much more to it than that. I believe that we will be facing changing and difficult times in the coming days. I also believe that He has sent us the guidance that we shall need."

He lifted the crown from his own head and looked at it for a moment. Dorinn then turned and walked towards Stephanie's father, placing the crown on his head with these words:

"Many kings have lived, reigned, then died, along with their influence. Only a few remain in the hearts of the people long after their reign is over. I have faith that you shall be such a king."

Then he turned to Stephanie's mother and said, "Queens are all too often thought of as an accessory to the king. I am glad the women of our land see it the way that it truly is. You are partners in life and in reign. A good queen is the mother of her people, wise and understanding, as you are." He gently placed a beautiful crown on her head.

The old king paused, then reached for the shining circlet from the velvet cushion beside him. With an even broader smile, he turned to Stephanie. "Princesses are the subject of many a story, but very few write their own chapters. Although as of yet I do not know you well, I have heard some of your tales. I believe that you, of all people, will appreciate that this is not the conclusion, but rather the beginning, of your adventure." With this, Dorinn gently placed the golden circlet on Stephanie's head.

Dorinn then turned to look out at the crowd of Metilians, "A good people you have been to me through my many years, and though I still live, I am pleased to see a new family take the throne. You are a peaceful, patient lot, and I have long enough spoken. Let the celebrations begin! To life and its many adventures!"

\- - -

That evening, within the castle's corridors, it was as dark as the heart of a Familian. All the citizenry were attending the celebration, and the lights in the hallways had been extinguished.

The empty palace was filled with an eerie quiet... a silence broken only by gentle footsteps. Footfalls so soft, that even as your imagination would insist they had been heard, your mind would assure you that they had not.

The quiet and the darkness made it too easy. A shadowy silhouette stalked through the corridors and staircases unnoticed and unchallenged. No one was there to see or hear the door to Stephanie's room open. Once inside, the dark figure quickly began its furtive quest, with only the dim twilight from the window as a guide.

In a few short moments the coldly efficient search came to an end. The near silence was broken by a muted murmur of approval. Slowly, almost tenderly, a gloved hand closed around Stephanie's golden locket.

The End

(Of Book One)

With thanks to the Keeper of the Gate,

For instructing me in the value of being a nobody.

We miss you Wouldheee...

But now your gates are made of pearl.

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