A Moment of Peace

Disclaimer:  I don't own Ico or Yorda.  If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.

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A castle on a distant island bathed in sunlight even as a shroud of darkness hovered over it.  Two lone figures basked in the gentle warmth as they indulged themselves in the illusion of freedom and peace that had come with the recent escape from their eternal prison.  The first figure, a boy with horns protruding from his, explored the garden to plan for the next logical step toward a successful escape while his companion absently observed the playful movements of a nearby dove, her hair whipping wildly against her ghostly fair skin.  The bird took to the air and she watched it with melancholy longing in her eyes, knowing she would never be free like that bird, or like the wind that blew and beat against her frail, unearthly form.  She sat down on the soft green grass and wrapped he arms around her knees, pulling them close to her chest.  The young boy stole a moment to watch her, carefully noting her forlorn expression, and began to feel a sense of hopelessness at the futility of it all.  With a sigh and a heavy heart, he sat took a seat next to her and crossed his legs in front of him.  A long moment of eerie silence overtook the two children and nothing was heard except the gentle whisper of the wind.

"Yorda...we will never leave this place, will we?" he mumbled dimly.  The young princess looked over at him, not understanding a word he said, but easily recognizing her name through his accent.  The boy took a deep breath and continued.  "I mean, you are their princess, that woman's rightful heir...they won't let us leave, let you leave, will they?"  Yorda watched him for a moment before slowly reaching over and placing her hand in his.  The young horned boy stared at their intertwined hands, taking notice of the great contrast of her white skin against his deeply tanned skin, a clear depiction of how far above him she really was.  Yet...she treated him as an equal.  She had faith in him to get them both out.  She trusted him.  They were friends.  His miserable frown slowly lifted into a warm smile.  Yorda took this as a good sign and smiled also.  They stayed like that for a short moment, enjoying the peace that had surrounded and lifted their weary spirits.

Eventually, they both knew that they had to move on, so the boy stood to his feet and offered the girl a helping had.  She stared at it before accepting and allowing him to lead her to their destination:

The horizon in the distance...

Across the sea and into the limitless...

Through the haze and into the light...

To the distant sandy beaches of tomorrow...

Where they could be free...

Where they could find peace...

Where they could find life...

To their new life...

Always together.

~*~ Owari ~*~

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