Tales of Phantasia... it could use a fanfic or two,
don't you think? So here we go!
"Are you alright, Mint?"
"Yeah... let's go."
I mean, come on! Not the even slightest sense of
nostalgia? And I had really loved to see a little more feelings between Cless
and Mint than that "it just wouldn't be the same without you!" in the
ending sequence. Alright, it was that and his question in the cell here is
cute, and Mint seem ready to kill Arche when she's about to kiss our hero in
the Tower of the twelve stars plus that snowy little "thank you"
scene before going to face Dhaos for the last time, but geez...
Oh, yes. I'm taking another shot on the romance genre,
all you happy readers out there ;) Enjoy (or else!)!
We Met in Another Prisoncell
In a time she didn't really belong in, in a land which she never had heard about one year earlier, in a castle not bound by time and space, in a small and dark prison cell a young woman was waiting.
Her once white, pure dress was torn and stained with
both blood and dirt. She had tried to make herself less messy with her mana
power, but those gentle, healing forces didn't work too well on clothes.
She was simply a mess.
The cane resting across her lap wasn't the beautiful
sight it had used to be, either. She held her hands defensively on it, but
avoided to look at what she held.
It was a weapon. It was a golden, surely enchanted
stick, but it had become a weapon in her hands. And she was a healer. But she
had become a warrior in Fate's hands.
That scared her more than the darkness and loneliness
She had been born and raised with the single wish to
heal. But throughout the... what could it be, two years? Throughout that passed
time, she had killed. Several times, even.
Monsters, evil beasts... but the fact was still that
she had murdered.
What would her mother say?
She shuddered and threw a gaze at the wall to her
right. It consisted only of iron bars, and was the most interesting part of the
cell. The rest was only the floor, stone walls and the ceiling. And her, of
course. Nothing else. But behind that wall of iron and the door was a deeper
darkness. A torch tiredly lit up the closest surroundings, but it's light
didn't reach very far.
The only sounds were a distant dripping of water
somewhere in the shadows and her own breathing.
But she knew that he would come.
She wasn't afraid of her future in the cell. He'd come
and get her out.
Once she had been in a cell like this, all alone and
scared to death. That seemed like an eternity ago...
She had been shivering like a leaf in storm, fearing
her own fate and worried half to madness about her mother.
Then he had come, with a dirty sword in his hand and
sweat dripping down his face. In that moment she hadn't known that some of the
dirt on his weapon had been the blood of her mother, and she was forever
grateful to him for sparing her the truth right then.
Not older than her, just as lonely and afraid. He had
pried the door to her cell open using his sword, and they had talked with
voices slightly unsteady of fears and worries. Calmed each other enough for the
next step of the escape.
He had been hurt then; one of the soldiers who'd
brought him into the prison had pushed him off balance. In the fall he had
bruised his left arm badly.
So she had used her mana power to heal him, as soon as
she had noticed it.
The very first time she had healed him... how many
times had it been now? She had lost track long ago.
She healed him, and he protected her. It was their
silent agreement, a vital alliance in their friendship. She wasn't very good at
fighting, and their foes had steadily grown more and more fierce. So she needed
his protection. And he needed her healing.
She wondered where he was for the time being... what
if he needed her help right now?
Her stomach froze, and it refused to stop feeling like
a cold knot even though she tried to calm herself with that there was nothing
she could do to get out of the cell. She had checked the door, and the lock was
one of the sturdiest she'd ever seen.
Still... what if he got deadly wounded?!
She tried not to think of it.
He could surely take care of himself...
She didn't want to think that either.
She wanted him to need her, she couldn't help it no
matter how childish and stupid it was.
Her throat thickened as she looked upon herself. A
healer. She could only heal. That was all she could do for him.
A pretty little doll healer. A warrior too, but not
any good one.
It was a sword with two edges. She didn't want to be a
warrior, but she didn't want to seem weak either. She wanted to be strong, for
He was all she had now, a closer friend than all the
others. Her mother was dead, and he had been the first one to talk to her after
she had become alone. He had been alone to, even betrayed by the only relative
he had left.
Friends... close friends.
But still she was always worried that he'd feel the
same for someone else. It was egoistic and childish, she tried to tell herself
that her thoughts were immature.
It didn't help.
He had the right to have other friends. Yet she wanted
to be one special friend of his. The only one he knew that well, and in that
The only sounds were that distant dripping and her own
breath, which she fought to get controlled again.
Don't start to cry now! Why would you do that?
What if he needed her help right now? What if he was
hurt in battle already and ran into one of those one-eyed beasts that were
almost impossible to kill even in the best condition?
What if he managed anyway, and found that he really
didn't need her help at all?
What if that realization would bring him over to Arche
She clamped her teeth.
Arche. That half elf was her friend.
If that red haired woman only would stop glancing at
him and say... like what she had called when he'd been battling in the
The healer swallowed an embarrassed, angry lump in her
He and Arche were friends as well.
She had no right to claim him as hers, she'd never go
in between or be so impudent...
She pulled up her legs against her chest and hugged
her knees at the memory of what had happened in the Tower of the twelve stars.
That silly little sprite had told Arche to kiss him.
And the half elf had gladly been prepared to do so...
And she had stopped Arche. He had been stunned,
surprised of the demand and the red haired woman's will.
Gotten in between, stopped it... Arche had only
laughed afterwards, he had still been embarrassed.
And she had felt stupid.
Called out and pushed Arche aside. Like a jealous
What a shame... she still felt humiliated by her own
reaction. But she remembered her anger. She wouldn't let Arche at him.
She wondered if he looked at that with fear for her
becoming some kind of babysitter, always guarding his every movement.
No, he wouldn't think something like that... it was
just her own stupid idea.
She clamped her teeth and tried to think of something
else. Worrying too much again...
How long had she been in the cell?
She wasn't sure about what had happened... they had
come to a crossroad, and there had suddenly been some light on the floor. She
thought that she could recall the form of a star, but the memory was blurred
since the first spark of light had sent her flying through rooms and walls
until she finally had landed in the small cell without a scratch. Just another
trap of Dhaos... some kind of teleportation device.
The god of war had placed her in another cell.
But this time she wasn't afraid.
She knew that somebody would come to get her.
The only sounds were her breathing and the distant
She wondered what the others were doing. On their way,
together in order to find her?
Would he come with Arche just behind, chatting with
him from her broom? Would he be laughing with her, looking over his shoulder?
The young woman in the cell clamped her teeth again.
They were friends. She shouldn't even carry these thoughts. But she couldn't
Arche was strong and independent. She didn't need
anyone. If she had been teleported into a cell as well, she had surely busted
out of it right away. She was plucky and beautiful in a fresh, strong way.
Not a little doll who needed someone's protection.
The healer closed her eyes in a hopeless attempt to
hide from her own thoughts.
The only sounds were that soft dripping and her own
And those distant footsteps.
She looked up, instinctively knowing that it wasn't a
monster or anybody else but him.
An eerie yet warm light pierced the darkness as the
footsteps came closer. And he walked into her sight, out of the corridor's
His once clean and glistening armor no longer shone,
his cloak was torn and he was dirty all over. Even his face and hair had stains
of blood and dust, though the lines on his cheeks reported attempts of removing
the dirt. Still the Eternal sword in his hand shed its light, hunting the
darkness even further away.
The dirt seemed to melt away as he met her gaze and
his walk turned into a run while she stood up.
The Eternal sword fell from his hand and got stuck in
the floor, its sharp edge easily cutting into the stone. He forgot the respect
that the weapon really deserved and reached into the cell, she reached out.
With the bars separating them they carefully hugged,
exchanging dirt and relief in silence.
The cold, rounded iron bars cut into her skin, but she
didn't care. It was a hug of relieved friends, yet she felt such a burning
happiness that it surprised herself.
Had they ever hugged before, come to think of it?
No... and they were such close friends.
She smiled, of relief and a warm feeling of triumph as
some kind of border in their friendship was crossed.
"Are you alright, Mint?" he whispered.
"Yeah..." she mumbled, "let's go."
He nodded and let go of her. She felt a cold needle of
loss going through her throat, even though she knew that it was only for the
moment he needed to let her out of the cell.
She backed off a bit as he took the Eternal sword's
hilt and swung it with the profession of thousand other swings.
The bars fell like grass cut by a scythe.
He then sheathed the sword and reached out a hand for
Mint smiled and placed her smaller hand in his,
allowing him to bring her out of the cell.
But he made no attempt hug her again, so she didn't
either. Even if she wanted to.
She opened her mouth in order to ask him if he was
unhurt, but Cless spoke before her.
"Well, what do you know?" he kindly said
with a smile, "another prison cell, another dungeon."
He surely only meant to push away the fact that they
still had to look for everyone else, or he wanted to joke a little. But his
words took the wrong turn, cutting through Mint's troubled thoughts.
"Another we..." she bitterly muttered.
Her hand fell away from his and grabbed her cane just
below the other hand so that she ended up heavily leaning on the stick,
watching the floor.
Cless bent down and turned his neck so that he could
look up on her face.
"Do you really think that we've changed that
much?" he kindly asked.
No, no... she had no intention to accuse him for
anything at all! Especially not to follow her downfall.
She shook her head.
"Not you, perhaps," she mumbled, "but
look at me... what a false healer I am."
Bitterly she straightened up a little, causing Cless
to do the same.
"I only cared about preserving lives," Mint
muttered, "but now?"
"Hey..." Cless said in a low voice and
placed his hand on her cheek, forgetting about that there was a thin layer of
blood mixed with mud and dust on his fingers, "if you've changed, then I
have too. I had only killed animals for food before all of this with Dhaos
begun. And anyhow, all that we have done has been because we had to do
Mint was too tired to really think about his touch for
"But I can't stop thinking about what my mother
would say..." she mumbled, helplessly desperate before her inerasable
crimes against life.
Cless shook his head, gravely.
"She'd been proud of that you've gone through
everything that we've faced and still stand strong."
She looked up into his eyes in surprise. Strong, me?
His thumb moved a little against her cheek, and not
until then Mint realized that he was touching her face like that. Her eyes flew
in his hand's direction by the sheer astonishment, so suddenly that Cless
misunderstood it as shock. He hurriedly withdrew his touch, as if he had been
"No, no, no," she hurriedly said, fearing to
have pushed him backwards, "it's alright."
She reached for his hand and tentatively moved it back
to her cheek.
"Okay," Cless almost shyly mumbled, "if
you say so."
Mint held her palm against the back of his hand,
strangely afraid that he'd remove his fingers again.
They watched each other silently for a while, but it
wasn't a completely embarrassed silence.
Mint finally took in a deep breath, slowly. Among the
many thoughts she had gone through in the cell there was one that she really
wanted to share with him.
"You know what?" she said with a careful
smile, "when I was alone I thought about that other cell, about how
frightened I was back then. But this time I didn't worry the slightest about
being left to die there, because I knew that you'd come for me."
Cless smiled warmly at that, and more than ever before
she wanted to hug him again. He could smile like no one else, his lips moved
into a smooth position that was calming just to look at. He was simply Cless to
the fullest when he smiled.
Mint felt just the happiness she had hoped for being
shared by him, and her own smile turned a little wider and warmer.
Did he really think that she was strong?
"That was the absolutely kindest thing anyone's
ever told me," he softly said.
Mint couldn't think of something suitable to use as a
reply, worried that his words would go lost among others. So she just smiled at
Cless' tentatively moved his thumb again, but as he
did that a spear was sent through the delicate tenderness. He suddenly grimaced
and heavily put his free hand on the right upper arm. Mint startled.
"Are you alright?" she warily asked.
"Just remembered something..." Cless
He moved up against the wall and sat down on the dusty
floor with a heavy sigh. Mint followed his every movement, sitting down by his
side as he pulled up his legs and hung his arms over the knees.
"One moment..." she mumbled and closed her
eyes, mumbling a prayer to the healing streams of mana.
Cless let out a relieved sigh as her smoothing powers
embraced him, filling up the bruises and cuts he had received on his quest to
find his friends. But as he felt relief, Mint was concerned. Through the
healing process she could feel his wounds.
He had been hurt, out of her reach. Not deadly,
but he must have been fighting for a long time with all this pain...
"Oh dear..." she whispered before she could
"Hmm?" Cless mumbled and looked at her,
"I should have been there..." she muttered,
turning her eyes away.
He straightened up and raised his hand to her cheek
Never had he done that before, but now it was the
third time in only a few minutes' time. Mint found that she felt much calmer
when he touched her, and that felt nice. Very nice, even...
"You couldn't do anything," Cless kindly
said, "besides, I've had worse wounds and am still alive."
Cless... don't you need my help at all?
No, that wasn't what he was saying, for heaven's sake!
He just wanted to calm her! Still...
Is there nothing I can do for you?
She looked away again.
"I'm alright, Mint," he carefully said,
puzzled by her behavior, "are you?"
She turned back and managed to smile.
Did he at least care for her, then?
Come on... she knew he did, they were friends! Why was
she thinking such stupid things?
"Yeah..." she awkwardly said.
She tried to shake off the worries by changing
"Have you any idea what happened back there by
the crossroad?" she asked.
Cless pursed his mouth and nodded.
"I think so," he said, "some kind of teleportation device, that's evident. But the thing is that I wasn't
With his unoccupied thumb he pointed backwards, at his
"Figured that I probably had something that
fought the magic back," he continued, "so I checked everything. I'm
pretty sure that it's the Dedis emblem; it gleamed when I stood on the
Mint's mind automatically created an image of the
whole group standing on a line by the crossroad; Cless pass pentagram, throw
emblem to Klarth, Klarth pass pentagram...
An automatic plan that wasn't needed, though.
"I sneaked around a little," Cless said,
"and I've found us an emblem each."
"Good work," Mint smiled.
Cless grinned triumphantly for a moment but then he
tiredly groaned a little, stretching out arms and legs. He straightened up even
more, shook off his backpack and pushed it aside before leaning back against
the wall to the fullest.
"I think the others are around here somewhere
too," he muttered, "but if you don't mind, I'd like to regain my
breath a little before we continue."
"Sure," Mint said and moved up beside him.
She almost leaned at him at first, before she had
gotten into the better position properly. Fighting a wish to blush slightly she
looked away once more.
"Say Mint..." Cless carefully said,
"are you really afraid that your mother would think that you've done the
wrong thing all this time?"
Her shoulders dropped. Why did he have to bring that
"Yes..." she reluctantly said.
She turned and looked up into his eyes when he put his
hand on her cheek for the forth time.
His voice trailed off, he seemed to ponder how he'd
give life to what he thought about. Finally he cleared his throat.
"Alright, I'll say it like this," he said,
"you know what, miss Adnade? You remind me of this girl I met in Euclid.
Come to think of it, that was in a prison cell too and she's also a
Mint watched him, uncertain about how she should
react. Was he making fun of her? No, he wouldn't do that... and he looked so
"Really?" was all she could think of.
Cless gravely nodded.
"Yeah," he said, "and she emitted the
same kind of innocence that you do. She's so kind and pure that even the unicorn
himself agreed to meet her. He trusted in her still having the same unstained
soul, despite that she had been battling for a long time."
After saying that he almost shyly looked at her,
awaiting her answer. Mint was silent for a while, pondering what he had said.
"I... guess that he wouldn't misjudge..."
she finally mumbled, "you have a point..."
"He should've known a pure spirit when he saw
one," he said, "I'm glad that he trusted her."
Mint smiled, getting dragged along in his unique but
successful way of comforting her.
"It sounds like you trust her too," she
The warrior by her side looked a little shy again, an
almost violent distance to the state of his equipment.
"Of course I trust her," he mumbled, "I
have no idea where I would have been if she hadn't helped me..."
Mint stared at him, the seed of a happiness' flower
being planted in her soul.
You do need my support? I really can do something for
you, I'm not just a burden that you have to shield all the time?
She didn't know if she'd ever felt so happy, still her
cheeks were flaming. Yet, maybe not only because of what Cless had said but
also due to what she wanted to tell him in return.
"I'm sure that she trusts you just as much,"
It was so much easier to say it in that way, as if she
was talking about someone else. It didn't hurt either, not at all.
"Do you really think so?" Cless said, his
ears somewhat darker than usual.
She nodded, her eyes moving away from his without her
Come on! You dare!
"In fact..." Mint said in a low voice, to
her despair finding that she was stuttering a bit and couldn't do anything
about it, "I th-think that after all you've g-gone through together, she
might even hope that... you... like her a little more."
She didn't dare to look at him.
Well? Cless? Please say something...!
He was silent. She couldn't bear to look up, afraid
that she had destroyed everything.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity he took in a
"Do you... do you think th-that she l-likes
me?" he slowly stuttered in a low voice.
"I th-think so..." Mint whispered.
Cless took another deep breath.
He cleared his throat and tried again.
"When I find her again I'll... if I only dare...
I'll tell her that she's the closest friend I ever had, and... and that she
means so much more to me..."
Mint's neck straightened up by itself, and she stared
into his warm eyes. They were filled with hesitation now, and also a lot of embarrassed
worries. He was blushing, but she knew that she was too.
You... Cless, you...?
"S-so what she... I wa-want to tell you
is..." she heard herself stutter.
Her voice trailed off, and she swallowed hard. It was
impossible to continue.
They just stared at each other for a lifetime.
"I... understand," Cless finally whispered.
Those two words broke some dark chain of nervous
tension. Almost simultaneously Mint and Cless sighed hardly audible of careful
"I was worried..." the healer mumbled,
"that when all this is over you'd like to do as our parents did and vow to
never meet again..."
Cless slowly shook his head, watching her gravely. His
fingers moved a little against her cheek, tentatively.
"No," he said in a strangely thick voice, as
if the mere thought made him sad, "how could I ever want to do that? Who'd
heal me and... and make me forget all the pain with just a smile?"
Mint hardly dared to breathe, afraid to loose the
moment when the words hung in the air like sweet butterflies.
"I wouldn't ever be able to just walk
away..." Cless awkwardly mumbled.
"Me neither..." Mint whispered.
His deep, warm eyes floated together before her gaze
as both he and she reached out and moved closer. They moved so slowly and shyly
that it seemed as if they almost were ready to run.
Cless' chest plate felt hard and cold against the once
fine cloth covering Mint's own chest, but she didn't care. In any case she
hardly felt anything around her chest since her heart was beating hard enough
to rob all other feelings.
"Mint...?" Cless whispered against her
mouth, his voice the only thing to be heard above the rushing of blood inside
of her whole body.
"Y-yes?" she mumbled, stuttering.
But it seemed as if he had forgotten what he wanted to
tell her as soon as he had spoken her name. Mint forgot about it too, securing
her arms' encircling of his neck.
Cless couldn't let go of Mint. He didn't want to, and
he was afraid that if he did he would hurt her.
But at the same time, her pureness and innocence made
his soul shiver of fears to stain her. She treasured her role as a chaste
healer almost desperately, her worries for her mother's opinion proved that.
So what if he was destroying her very being by
admitting his love for her? Cless couldn't bear that, he couldn't face even the
smallest possibility of hurting Mint in any way.
But he couldn't let go of her. For every doubt rising
within him he only pulled her closer.
Mint had always seemed so slender, timid, defenseless.
He knew well that she could fight, but she loathed it and that made her even
more vulnerable. So he needed to be there to help. And he needed her help too,
her healing warmth, her friendship... and so much more.
He felt a tremble running through her whole body as he
leaned back against the wall again and dragged her with him. The doubts rose
again, forcing him to tighten his embrace even more. Some forgotten part of his
mind screamed that she wouldn't be able to breathe, but it fell into the mist
He couldn't let her go, he couldn't stop kissing her
mouth, her cheeks, her eyes. All of her, all of Mint.
And all the time he was scare to death that he would
But by no means he could release her.
What if he scared her?
No, she had said... she had bent at him, she held her
arms tenderly around his neck... but what if...? If... what...
"Mint?" he whispered again, once more
against her lips.
He vaguely thought that he heard her whisper his name,
but the more he felt her lips move against his the more his mind numbed and the
rising emotions inside of him grew.
No... this is all wrong.
They both knew it. The emotions are right, no doubt...
but the time and place were the worst possible. That was an obvious truth, a
monster could show up any second...
But it was so hard to let go...
He reached up to kiss her eyes again. Without truly
wanting to, but knowing that it had to be done Mint bent her neck. She placed
her cheek on his armored shoulder, silently creating space between their faces.
Cless didn't move for a few moments. Then his forehead
lowered to Mint's shoulder.
She carefully stroke his hair; without a word telling
him that it had been some kind of wrong, then it wasn't his but theirs.
No... not anything wrong, not at all. Just a bad
His neck was just by her lips, but she managed to
wrestle the temptation to kiss it away.
"I... I love you," she mumbled.
Cless' arms squeezed her a little again and he
straightened up, just to be able to whisper in her ear.
"I love you too, Mint."
She returned the squeeze, feeling as if she could
either fly or cry because of her happiness. But she didn't want to cry; that
would make him concerned. And if she began to fly she would have to let go of
That weird conclusion almost caused her to laugh.
They held on to each other for another full minute,
followed by a second. And a third.
Silent, close, warm.
"I guess... we better go and find the
others," Cless finally muttered, not too enthusiastic.
"Yeah," Mint agreed.
"And defeat Dhaos."
"And then we'll rebuild Thotus. At least me and
They both straightened up and watched each other.
"Me too," Mint said and carefully smiled,
"I haven't anywhere else to go, you know."
Cless tightened the hug for a moment before releasing
her and helping her to her feet.
"I'm glad to have you around," he softly
They smiled warmly at each other and then began
walking into the darkness, one arm each still wrapped around the other one's
Two weeks later, in Thotus village.
Cless came down the stair into the kitchen. They had
temporarily remodeled his old house; the training hall had become the place for
cooking and eating since it had been the most open room when the rebuilding had
The cleaning up was a slow process. At least for the
The elder Tristan had gone to Euclid together with a
traveling merchant in order to look for workers; now that Dhaos wasn't able to
control anyone in the police force it should be possible to find honest
helpers. Tristan had said that he had friends there, it wouldn't be any
Cless stopped by the end of the stair and stretched
out a little for the third time this morning. It felt strange to just have
normal clothes again, and no armor anymore. Still it was nothing but a relief
that the battles finally was over with.
A fresh bouquet of flowers rested in the only unbroken
vase of the whole village; a simple drop formed glass. Somehow it had survived
the attack, almost everything else was smashed.
On a slightly cracked plate a piece of bread and a
cheese waited, but nobody else seemed to be in the house. Probably already
gotten to work... Cless felt a little stupid for sleeping over. Mint or Chester
could just have told him to get up...
The three adventures slept together in the same room,
in the upper part of the house. They had become used to that during their
journey. And none of them wanted to sleep alone in any of the cracking
buildings, anyhow. It didn't seem very comfortable.
As Cless came closer to the table, he noted that there
were two pieces of paper on the other side of the vase. Puzzled he picked them
The one on the bottom carried a short message written
in tidy, soft letters.
I'm in the forest.
Cless absentmindedly smiled. She didn't want him worried...
They hadn't told Chester, Klarth and Arche about their
love. But Cless had a sneaking suspicion that those three knew anyhow...
He put Mint's message back on the table and unfolded
the second note.
It was Chester's, he recognized the handwriting at
once. A straight, almost sharp way of printing down the letters. But these were
a bit irregular, as if he had written in a hurry.
To Cless and Mint,
I have gone to see Arche. I know that we agreed to rebuild first, but I can't wait any longer. And it's hard for me to go, you have to understand that. And leaving a letter like this, well... but I didn't want to face any disappointment or kind teasing. Not when I feel like this. I don't know if it'll work out between me and Arche, she's a half elf and all that. But I want to see her, alone. I hope you'll understand.
Cless smiled to himself and put the second letter aside too. Tsk... didn't Chester know his friends better than that? The young, blond man was really surprised that his lifelong pal hadn't gone earlier.
He looked out of the window. The sun was caressing the
wounded village, smoothing the cuts and cracks on the buildings with its warm
I'm in the forest...
Taken a day off, eh?
Cless smiled again, took the piece of bread and
removed smaller pieces from it to put in his mouth as he exited the house. He
kept absentmindedly eating as he walked through his small home town and
southwards, soon entering the warm shadows of the forest.
He kept walking and soon came to the small lake.
Actually ha had thought that she'd be in Yggdrasil's
clearing or by her mother's grave, but Mint lay in the grass just by the water.
She lay on her back with her head resting on her arms,
one leg pulled up to point at the sky and the other leg resting on the bent
knee. The later one's foot waved at the heavens, free of shoes. Those lay in
the grass just by her healer's hat.
The sun danced over her white dress and turned her
blond hair into glistening streams over her shoulders and in the soft grass.
Mint's eyes were partly closed and she was singing in a low voice, dreamingly.
Cless couldn't hear the words, but he recognized the melody from somewhere.
For several moments he stood still in the shadows of
the trees and just watched her peaceful rest, enraptured by the complete
feeling of harmony.
Mint seemed to fulfill the forest, as if it always had
waited for her. She was right there, in the perfect place.
Cless wondered how many gods he'd anger if he went
over to her, and how many he would anger if he didn't.
In the end he couldn't fight it.
To preserve the serenity he carefully pulled his shoes
off his feet and left them by one of the trees. Then he walked closer to the
young woman, creating as little sound as possible by moving.
Mint bent her neck backwards a little more as she
heard something despite his care. She stopped singing and smiled warmly.
"Hi," she said.
Cless sat down beside her and leaned back in the grass
until he also laid down. The last of the bread tumbled away somewhere among the
green blades. Maybe it would make a bird or mouse happy.
"I was waiting for you," Mint mumbled,
giving the sky a warm look.
The young warrior experienced a twirl of happiness as
she said that. Deep down he had hoped that that had been her doing, still he
had been worried that she had wanted to be alone. As he had watched her earlier
he had wondered if it would be wrong of him to go over to her, but now he knew
that it was the right thing.
"Hope I didn't take too long," Cless told
"No, it's alright."
They examined the clouds of the blue, never ending
ceiling for a while.
"Hey look," Mint suddenly smiled and pointed
upwards, "isn't that Klarth?"
Cless watched the cloud, noticing the shadows and
curves on it.
"Yes, it is," he agreed with a smile,
"he's even got his book right there under his arm and a pen in his
"Uh-huh..." Mint mumbled in agreement.
The winds way up there moved the formation, and Cless
could have sworn that the natural sculpture winked at him before gently being
blown into pieces.
"Speaking of our friends," the young man
said, still watching the remains of the summoner, "Chester has gone to see
Arche. He left a note."
Mint let out one of her short, twinkling laughs.
"Now he was late," she said.
Cless chuckled and tried to nod out of habit. But
since he was lying down it was hard to do it properly.
"I hope she hasn't forgotten him completely,"
Of course both of them knew that she hadn't. Arche
never ever gave up anything, and she had fallen for Chester just as reluctantly
as he had done for her. That was just Chester and Arche...
Cless thought about Mint. She just lay there in the
grass, being a part of the completed morning in the forest. The flowers on the
table back in the village were her doing...
She was one of those young women who were created for
picking flowers and resting in the sun to grant anyone who watched her peace of
When he had kissed her it had been in a dark dungeon,
both of them had been a mess of blood and dirt... he hadn't touched her like
that since then.
What if she thought that he didn't care any longer?
Hey, there had been monsters and people around all the time... but hadn't they
been able to find one single moment for themselves?
He did care, a lot even. So why had it been
almost fourteen days since he had shown it? Still afraid to stain her?
She had been blemished all over in the prison... but
that was merely her outside. Now she was pure from inside and out again, could
he dare to move closer when her true being was shown so obviously?
Cless watched the sky, frowning as he hesitated. Some
part of him told him to turn to Mint and touch her cheek again, some other part
screamed that it would destroy the harmony of the whole scene. He couldn't ask
her for anything in this stillness...
No, just let it be... Mint's meant to be untouched and
pure. Just like that. He didn't want to disrupt her.
A small, purple flower suddenly dangled above his nose
and landed on his face. Cless snorted by instinct and took it in his hand,
turning to Mint as she laughed again.
"Sorry," she smiled, "you looked so
Cless' eyebrows twitched and he laughed a bit since
she did. It was contagious; he liked it. Mint had a very smooth, warm laughter.
"Well, thank you," he said and waved a
little with the flower, "it's just what I needed... don't really know why,
but I'll find out!"
His silly way of saying that caused both of them to
laugh again. Mint was resting on her elbow now, turned to him. Cless looked up
into her face and felt himself smile. She warmly looked back.
"You need it for comfort," she said and
continued in a dramatically despairing voice, "because all our friends
have left us alone to rebuild Thotus on our own! Woe art us!"
Cless had to sit up as he laughed, otherwise he
wouldn't have been able to breathe properly.
"How are we ever going to survive in such
conditions?" Mint groaned.
Then her theater broke up in a loud laugh.
After getting back to normal they watched each other
for a moment, smiles still playing with their lips.
Mint fell back in the grass, her hair flowing out into
the small and green landscape. She was still smiling, looking up at Cless with
a rainbow of warm feelings twinkling in her eyes.
Before he knew it he was controlled by the part of him
that had accepted his love for her several months ago, his arms encircled
Mint's back and he was lying beside her. She warmly smiled again, moving her
own arms around his neck and back in return.
"I love you, Mint," Cless said in a low
She moved even closer, touching his lips with hers.
"I love you," she mumbled.
Cless moved his head backwards a little, watching her.
"Is this really what you want?" he
She tilted her head against the ground, looking at him
with slight puzzlement.
"If I didn't, then I wouldn't love you," she
finally said, calmly.
The young warrior held his gaze on his dear friends
fine face for a moment longer. Then he moved closer again, and Mint embraced
his smooth kisses just as she embraced the rest of him. Her beloved friend, her
guardian... she smiled against his lips and pulled him closer with care.
The sun fondly shed its light over the two young
humans as they lay by the pond, holding each other in a silence filled with
blossoming love. Both of them figured that for the moment, Thotus could wait a
bit longer for its rebirth. After all, how much could two youngsters like them
do for such a crumbled village without help? They had time to care for nothing
but each other until Tristan came back with some workers... and right then,
they wanted to care about each other right there by the pond and nowhere else.
Just lying in the grass, resting in the arms of the one they loved.