/// Closed Room G

A gentle sigh, a single girl, a moment in the cold crisp hallway. With bare feet against the cold linoleum, she would have to wait for her shoes to dry off from the wash she had given them. She was fresh and clean finally after her many trials in this school so far, and now she had something new to keep attention, for at least a little while. Quickly, while in her room still, she gathered her books of gypsy lore and stuffed them into a small shoulder bag. Quickly making sure she was dressed properly this time in the mirror, that everything she needed she had on her this time.

Again, like before, she pulled out a golden bracelet where she had hung Sarthas's ring from, with grieving thoughts, she pushed them from her mind as she placed Prince Garens ring upon, quickly tying it around her neck, letting it fall hidden beneath her soft red tunic that came knee length down, covering white stockings. Prepared she took off out of her room and into the hall way, her bare feet making a soft pitter patter as she snuck out of the female wing. As she passed by the windows, she would stop only to stare at the fading sun falling behind the trees.

It was growing late so she would have to make her stop quick, as she moved to the front entrances of the dorm halls, searching down the list for Garen's name, finding it and his room letter. She laughed out loud, covering her face as she did. Just to find that he had been given the same letter as her, only in the male dormitory. Giggling away, she let herself into the male dorms and started off down the hall, hoping not to intrude on anyone that was walking around.

Quickly she went down the hallway, reading letter by letter and finding that 'G' came up rather quickly. Standing in front of the door, taking a deep breath she smiled slightly as she held her breath and knocked softly on the door three times. With just but a musical whisper escaping her lips ''My lord.... My Lost Prince... It is I, Gypsy Merisa... Please be here...''

Garen opened his mouth Yawning and moving his right hand rubbing his eye softly and looking at the ceiling taking deep breath and closing his eyes thinking about the female he just met at the courtyard. She was beautiful and different. He wanted to know more about her. Why she look so sad. Why its hard for her to smile. What happened in the past with her friend .Many questions were spinning in his head. He opened his eyes looking at the door when he heard the knocking

''My lord.... My Lost Prince... It is I, Gypsy Merisa... Please be here...''

He smiled shaking his head standing up and walking towards the door rubbing the back of his head opening the door looking at her tilting his head to the right slightly”How can I make you say my name. I told you no need for lord or prince”He opened the door slightly wider to let her in smiling looking at her

He moved to walk around her to stand infront of her again ”Look at you, you are gorgeous”He giggled looking down seeing her bare feet”What happened to your shoesHe moved to sit on the bed looking at her as he was topless and his lower body is covered by the towel”So what did you find?”

Smiles. That is what she was as he opened the door, almost giggling in a sense as she looked at his smile. His comment of her calling him by royalty made her laugh, her hand quickly lifting and covering her smile. Moving in a quick hop as he opened the door, she slid in and let her bag drop from her shoulder onto the ground beside her.''I will make a deal with you Garen....'' She dragged his name out as a smirk laid on her lips. ''I will only call you Prince when we are by our selves and in a secure area.''

She smirked, even if he agreed to this, she still got to feel respective for her calling him Prince, but would only have to hide the truth from those in the school. Head tilting as he commented on her appearance, once more making her smile and shy away from the obvious. Her face would flush with a very light pink flushing over her face, she would turn and look out his window, leaning against the railing of it. Looking down into the open fields of the world beyond.

''My shoes? ....Oh yes, they were soaking wet so I put them over the vent in my room so they would dry quicker.'' Letting off a small laugh she spun around after her face had cool down from it's flush and moved past him once again. Stopping before she leaned over to grab the bag against the floor, head tilting as she looked at him entirely for the first time since she had met him. ''Did I interrupt your dressing?'' She giggled away before quickly leaning over, grasping the bags strap and dragging it back up with herself.

Half naked and sitting on the bed, she could only shake her head before moving beside him and dropping her bag of books beside him. ''Well... I came to thinking, that if you are royalty of Orebia, or Orebic, which was once located in the eastern channel.... I would think that your kind would be in my books of old, or in the mythical lore's...'' She thought to herself, and if he isn't... Then we shall take the dangerous road of touching him and allowing the memories to unlock, to fill piece by piece. But this she did not want to do, this would take many days of training to save the energy to do this.

But for the Prince, she would do what she needed, what she must to bring him back to who he truly was. No man should be lost within his own mind, his own memories, no matter how much of a cruel fate it is. Breathing deeply she sat on the floor with two books in front of her, flipping through them for any hint or incantation about who this man was. He was not of her time, but of her minds time. Lost within the rifts of space and death.

She would remember her past, when they would travel fifteen hours just to go to the market of Croatia, to sell their gems and to get basic necessities like wool and iron. A smile pierced across her lips as she pulled out her oldest book, it weight a good ten pounds, and was bound with Iron locks. She laid this on her lap and laid her hands over the locks, with a soft chant they opened, this was only something blood kin of the Labelle's. Flipping through quickly she started humming in a very soft tune as she searched through the pages.

With a smile she only shook her head, ‘’Not harm taken, I came a bit earlier than expected is all.’’ She gave a soft giggle as she started fiddling with the books, laying the iron clasped one out before her. As he took the other book, she watched him carefully, seeing if he had any instant reaction to it, you never know, people gain memories back from the silliest of things. Her eyes back on the books as she sorted through the content page of hers, quietly humming as she flipped through it.

Quickly and silently, she laid out on the floor on her stomach with the book opened to the first page. She watched him move and sit on the ledge her eyes watching his facial reactions as he moved. Smiling slightly as he looked so innocent with the sun setting against him in the window pane. Only a smile would stay as she turned back to her book, flipping through pages , humming silently in a soft tune.

Hours would fly by, as she would fold the corners of a few pages related to the Kingdom of Orebia only by association though, spells and history that clashed together from years ago. Stories of kings and their heir. Then his voice would stop her humming, her eyes raised up to look at him. ''Let's see what you have found...''He stepped forward then all of a sudden disappeared behind the bed and onto the floor. Her jaw dropped and quickly she got up and rushed over to him.

‘’Garen! Are you alright my lord?’’ She went to grasp him by his hand to help him up, but then she felt the presence that she had felt before with him, and quickly took a step back. But as he lifted his hand and hid himself from her, this is when she grew worried. Such an aura to expose itself, and to what she thought. Quickly her head turned to the book, and a great demon, her kind knew and fought for such a long time, was there in that picture, tossed across the room.

In one quick motion, she rushed across the room, closing the book and sealing it shut once again. Tossing it into her bag she quickly rushed to Garen, taking his hand and with all her strength pulling it from his face. With both hands she clasped her hands against his face and forced him to look into her eyes. She watched as his eyes burned with the desire of death and pain, a fire burning in a gentle saint.

She spoke now in Romanian, to Garens state it would be jibberish, but within his mind he would understand her words. ‘’Garen… Hear my voice…’’ She would speak as her eyes changed to white circles hiding under dark locks of hair. ‘’Do not fear the dark, it does not own you. Hear my voice.’’ She would speak in her musical tone, a sense of calming and Temperance.

A split second, a moment more, a single spell that she did not know. Pulled into his world, forced in through touch, she held on tightly for the ride and made sure she did not leave him alone in this time. Dragged into the stench of death, into the bowels of blood and dismembered parts, the touch of darkness surrounding everything. Like a ghost in the corner of the room, hidden behind monstrous blood ridden demons.

Scared now, and worried of where he was taking her, deep within his mind she may become lost. In this sudden moment she heard yells beyond the demons, and she moved past the demons into the circle of the fight, watching this man and demon fight it out. The demon that looked like the drawing in her book, so descriptive as it was. She knew this beast to be ‘Mordekaiser’, the presence she had felt with Garen before, she now felt in full blast as she stood in this circle.

Watching as he screamed out to a small child in the corner that he called Garen, the final striking blow to the Royal King, the movement making Merisa scream out in horror trying to save a memory. But as quickly as she moved, so did the memory. Next she knew they were running through a forest on horse back, with just but a moments time with demons chasing close behind.

Again she was very scared and worried of what was happening next, stuck on the horse this time the man that was called ‘Shen’ dropped from the horse and stopped to fight the demons as he rushed the horse with Garen on it further. Here was where the memory dropped.

A force so strong, something unfamiliar to her, shoved across the room as she was sent on her butt, into the wall she crashed. Groaning out in pain from the burning on her chest and the pain in her back. Even though she was hurt, she knew she was going to heal, and stood back up on her feet. ’’PRINCE GAREN!’’ She would scream before she stepped back up to him and grasped onto his wrists. ’’Garen! Stop this! Come from the darkness! He is but a demon!!! Let me help you!’’ Her screams would turn into cries, as blood red tears would fall from her white colored eyes.

Visions again, everytime she touched him she could not stop these visions. This time something of a more cruel nature, city under flame, everyone suffering in deep pain and regret. Only a moment she had to breathe in, but when she breathed in, it was nothing but sulfur and flame. Her sight was blocked and she was forced away once again, toppling to the ground and landing on her side this time. She laid there staring at him, as pillars of fire surrounded him. ''Garen! I can't leave you like this!''

Tears running down her face, as he pushed her away once again. With nothing else to do she stood by and could only watch as her friend fell under this demons spell. With only so much that she could do, she did not have her Gypsy Bane or her heart pendants. With just a small amount of time left she had nothing else to do but force herself through the pillars of flames. Burning her skin, her dress catching fire and her hair singed from the burn of hot flames. Only his touch of skin in her hand would make her finally stop.

Holding his face in her hands, as she burned in the flames, the sword creeping across the floor into the flames. She would kick it away and cause it to creep up once again. Her hands around his face, with all the evil that resided in him, the demon that stared back at her. '' I am taking Garen back Mordekaiser! He is not yours to take, his body is still human!'' She would pull him down to her level, allowing lips to touch to pull him back. As lips touched, a white spell released from her eyes and mouth, surging into the boy as she expend her energy, with her Soul Search working through the demon, she found where he locked Garen away, and stared calling to him, pulling him out gently.

Garen was completely lost in the demon’s spell as he was losing his way back to be human or controlling his body. He just stood in the middle of the flame pillar looking forward seeing her as his body slowly started to become more demonic. He was losing his human nature slowly allowing the demonic form to appear. Slowly he moved his head towards the creeping sword moving towards him slowly. The half demon moved his right hand straight towards the sword wanting it to come closer to finish the ritual to reach his next form.

Garen moved his face to look at the female that is walking towards the flame pillars sacrificing herself. Deep inside Garen was seeing his only friend Merisa rising into walking in the flame which made him scream trying to tell her to stay away. But his screams wont heard which made him fall to sit down moving his knees to his chest lost in the dark world that ‘Mordekaiser created for him inside the demon

The moment that the sword was about to reach Garen’s hand he found it getting kicked away again by the female who was able to step inside. The half demon looked at the female seeing her nude after fire ate her clothes while her body got some burns. He felt calm when she touched his cheeks. Her soft hands made him feel more relaxed but the demonic presence was getting stronger

He looked at her with his red angry eyes feeling her soft lips touching his. He moved his hands down not resisting her. Deep inside the demon Garen was still sitting wrapping his arms around his knees which were against his chest. He was completely surrounded by darkness till the moment he saw the light. He stood up hardly looking at her moving his hand slowly towards hers. The moment he touched her hand was the moment that Garen’s eyes returned to normal looking at her returning the kiss softly.

Garen continued kissing her back softly moving his arms to wrap them around her waist causing the fire to move away from her. The flames started to be replaced by the light coming from her while hugging her softly feeling her soft skin. The red lines on his face started to shrink disappearing while his face was returning to normal. He broke the kiss looking at her smiling which made the light around them disappear. Their wounds were healing slightly fast as they were touching each other.

The sword stopped creeping as the demonic aura disappeared and Garen’s eyes were back to be humanly again. He looked at her with his eyes locked at hers”You saved me Merisa.I saw you when I was trapped. You appeared like an angel to me”He moved his head tilting it softly lowering it to kiss her lips again softly closing his eyes while his arms hugging her more tightly

The smell of burning skin, hair and clothing erupted into her senses like nothing before. The smell of death and decaying matter filled her mind and surrounded her in this darkness. The world that Mordekaiser had created to shelter Garen away for eternity. The screaming of children filled her ears as only her sight could see the deep red eyes of the demon she knew from history all to well. The feeling of despair did not leave her as she continued to search for Garen in the broken and dark hell that Mordekaiser created to seal them away. Blood tears ran down her face, deep in her own soul, she wanted to save this man. She wanted him to find who he was before he fell too deep.

She could not let this happen, she could spot him, hiding away in the pits of darkness, with just but a simple gesture would she send her heart to him. Send her will and soul to him, the darkness of the demons overbearingly powerful as she could only sit and wait, forcing herself any deeper would scar the boy, or cause more damage to her. Memories she had seen, she did not wish upon anyone, yet here he was, dangerous but safe.

Then a force was felt, a push against her lips as the white light would fade from her eyes, returning one of them back to the gentle green color that endured more than one terrible night. The touch a comforting aura that surrounded them, making her skin cool with the touch of it. His skin was turning back to normal, once more looking human and safe. A warmth around her body felt, made her jump slightly as she was bare from the fires burning her clothing away. But as he healed, so did her wounds along her arms and back, gained from testing the devastating fires.

As she healed, she felt pain, she felt sorrow for the soul she had just saved tears stained her face with droplets of red against her cheeks. The pale color of his skin returning as her hands laid on his cheeks, gently holding him until her hands healed and she could pull them from his body without hurting herself even more. Drained of energy, she fell against him, her head raised against his chest, she would only softly smile, widely as she held eyes with this man. ’’My Prince…..You are safe, you are back…’’ She spoke weakly as she held tightly onto his arms, drained of energy, not caring at the moment of her naked body, she could only hold onto him as her concentration was fading quickly.

’’An angel…. Trapped you were, in darkness I will find… Like death I swoop and search the lands... As long as my Prince is safe…’’ His lips touching against hers, made her face flush with just a hint of red as he moved to hug her, drained of energy, her fingers curled against his arms, holding tight as she felt herself slipping to the ground, her knees buckling from the white light that had saved him. Her eyes opened half ways and she stared up into his for a moment, as a hand raised from his arm and dragged down the side of his face. ’’My lord is safe once again…’’

Lift, is what she could feel as she felt she was being spun in spot and moved. Then a soft plush beneath her confirmed that she was being moved, a shudder escaped body as she clung tightly onto the blanket that covered over her, holding it to her face in a cover for her groaning of slight emotional pain. Her hand against his cheek would start to sink from his face, falling against his shoulder. ’’I will be fine….Just tired is all…Tired…’’ His voice filled with worry was almost comforting as she was in a new secure area. His honesty and gentleness was heat bursting.

Her hand would hold tightly to his should. ’’But are you well? Not feeling as if your going to take over the world in seconds gone by?’’ She smiled weakly and before she knew it, one of her hands curled beneath her head, holding the blanket tight to her face as she dreamt in sorrows and pain. If one where to know what she was thinking, it would be only to travel in her mind. Seeing those visions that she had been shown, trying to take in the smell of death and decay in the same breath. The torture of the dark pits was cruel on her soul. As dead as she may be at times, that was something she did not want to experience again, at least not alone.

’’I’ll stay quiet, but..Please just be safe and don’t worry about me… I’m just tired from the burn…We will cover this tomorrow though…’’ She thought of the morrow and how it was going to go, what with her having class the next day she would have to explain over tea and pancakes. In any case, she held tight to his wrist as she started to drift off to sleep, hoping only to nap for a few hours into the late evening. Until then, the memories played over in her head.

His words echoed in her mind as she slept, as his memories played over and over in her head. Catching little details more strongly than when she had just seen it the first time. Small things like the kingdom itself and the era it was placed in. Centuries ago it had seemed that he was but a child, which made thought drift into dream. She could now see the faces of the men that she saw fighting the demons, recognizing them easier this way as one at least in relation to Garen as his father, she would have to think with the words he screamed.

The change of being in both father and son when things turned for the worst, and Mordekaiser who seems to be sapped of everything of which made him the demon. Only small things like the childs eyes changing colors as he was pulled away from the scene, she noticed strange small things. Nightmares of remembrance as she was pulled in once again this time to Mordekaiser’s world. The tortured, the cruel and the obscene. Nightmares that played over and over in her head as she slept.

A soft yawn escaped her lips, stretching her arms out above her head. The shade of the blanket covering her eyes, reaching her hands up through the blanket she pulled it down over her head to see it was just rising dawn. Again she yawned, automatically her arms shot out at her sides and stretched above her head. Then quickly she wrapped the blanket cover around her body firmly as she stared around for a moment. She had awoken with a blank mind and had almost forgotten everything that had happened, shock can be quite honestly a disturbance.

Then she remembered the night before, and the boy that she had named the Lost Prince. With but a shake of her head, hands covering her face thinking of everything that she had to do yet, had to say, yet there was so much she did not want to remember again. But this were the things she didn’t mind going through, to help another out. Considering this one had been so kind to her.

Garen started reading the book carefully trying to understand the demon he saw in the vision with Merisa. He read that ‘Mordekaiser’ was one of the Hell’s lords. He was famous to be a very aggressive demon. Only looking for victory and conquer more cities. In the book it was written that ‘Mordekaiser’ conquered many cities and destroyed many kingdoms. He was also the reason of the disappearance of many species.

’Mordekaiser’ got many names that he was famous of. Garen started reading them loudly”The conqueror , The demongod”He continued moving his eyes on the names. He stopped reading moving his head to look at Merisa making sure she is sleeping on his bed peacefully. He smiled slightly moving his head back to continue reading the book. After couple of hours he jumped inside the room placing the book on the edge of the window walking in the bathroom

He decided to take a bath after all what happened. He took off his pants stepping in the bathtub letting the water flow on his burned body which was healing slowly. He moved his head down closing his eyes and resting his hands on the wall thinking that what just happen might happen again. He moved his head up still eyes closed receiving the falling water. He was afraid that this might happen again but on that time he lose control and hurt her.

Garen stepped out of the tub holding the towel drying his body and after he wrapped his body with a towel and placing another towel on his head. He walked out to check if Merisa woke up or still sleeping. He saw her sitting on the bed stretching his body. He walked towards the bed smiling happily seeing that she is fine, and the burns are healing. He sat on the edge of the bed beside her” So how do you feel now?”

Sitting up, holding the blanket over her chest as she leaned towards him, burned or not she would lay her head against his shoulder with a gentle sigh escaping her lips. His being there was almost comforting until she thought of what had happened and she smiled just a bit before her head tilted up towards his face, with a gentle smile piercing her skin. ’’I feel wonderful, I am sorry of that. I must have used more energy than I am used to for that…’’ Her eyes stared at him apologetically before she noticed the books were missing from her bag.

With a slight smirk on her lips she stood up from her place on the bed, holding the blanket sheet so it wrapped around her form firmly, her hair curled and laid over her shoulders and down her back in a morning mess. She walked carefully with silent footsteps and moved along the floor, her head searching back and forth for the book. In the bathroom she trailed and found her book upon the counter, walking over she quickly grabbed it and headed back out into the room. Stepping quickly she crawled back onto the bed and sat beside Garen, her head laying against his shoulder once again.

’’Find what you were looking for I assume…’’ Her eyes fluttered up at him before looking down at the book she held in her hands. Thumbing through the pages she came on the demons, then the kingdom and small repeats of kings and their heir. ’’My Prince, aren’t you tired? It seems you have not slept all through the night…’’ Her hands brushed over the words on the book on her lap, shifting slightly so the blanket held tightly against her body.

She thought about it for quite some time, and let herself be collected in his words. Calling her Angel would be a new thing for her to get used to, but she called him her Prince, so it would only be fair. In the shade of his form, she would sit against him, listening to him speak as she flipped through the book. In comfort she laid against him, what he spoke of was only true, the evil that rested within this demon. The cruel and evil sense of destruction, the un endless torture of beings for absolutely no reason but to place them in pain and torture for the rest of their lives.

A shudder went through her spine as she could taste the blood from the memories that flushed in her mind, yet his touch wasn’t making her see anything else, she was glad she was gaining control of her powers finally. As he fell into deep thinking, she sat up and lifted her head off of his shoulder, taking his wrist into her hand, gently holding him there as he smiled to himself. She knew his thoughts to be of ill nature and only bared a gentle smile on those broken lips of hers.

’’As long as you say you are fine, I will believe you, but tonight you must promise me to take care of yourself and actually get some good nights sleep my dear Prince.’’ Her free hand out stretched to his face and gently cupped his cheek, as she did this, in her light musical toned whisper as she stared softly into his eyes. ’’Please my dear Prince, do not fear for everyone around you, we will go out to the woods on the night of the full moon and help train you to make you stronger, I’m sure there are books that can help us lead in the right direction. But for now, think happy thoughts and join us here in Caislin Hallows.’’

His touch, his being, his surprise to her sadness. Only a moment as she released his face from her hands, his silken voice tempted her mind as she only held her place. His hands touched onto hers, and only sent a shiver through her body, a smile on her face as she leaned towards him, almost prepared to kiss him as she leaned towards him, but at the last she let herself fall against his bed. Bouncing some as she laid against it, he was still holding her hands, and gently she squeezed his hands within her own.

She truly enjoyed his being there, and that she understood that she was there for him as much as he was there for her. So she waited for his voice to hush, as one sentence hung in her mind. ‘So sad and afraid’ In truth she was so scared of letting herself become involved with someone, even emotionally seemed like a train wreck to her. But for a moment she held tightly onto his hands, her eyes staring deeply into his as a smile placed against her lips.

’’Garen.. If you truly want to know.. I will tell you somethings…’’ She hushed down before she would continue to speak, she held tightly to his hands and scooted closer towards him as she held onto him. ’’I was raised in Romania, ‘tis why my accent is tormented with incorrect English and drawn out words… I came here to find friends, a new life, something away from poverty and loss of families. And then I met Sarthas…’’ Her voice dropped and she was now in a whisper as she held tighter to his hands. ‘’He gave me a ring, like you had two days ago. And with that ring, entrusted me with duties, entrusted me with saving him. Something I could not do. Yet every day I think of him, how I failed to save him from the death that could have been prevented. I watched him die in front of my eyes, in the cemetery I go to and worship at every Sunday night after the students have gone to bed. Every day… Every night… I see his face, and it tortures me to think, that I may do the same to you. I may lose you like I have lost so many others. But please… My dear Prince, do not fret, for I have faith, I have saved you once, if anything I can do it again, perhaps better next time…’’ Finally she quieted and her breath finally caught up to her.

`As his words touched her ears, like a gentle lullaby he sounded like, his promises and his ifs and when’s echoed through her mind. For just a moment she was held in bliss, against his chest she held onto him and let herself become consumed in his touch, his smell, his hold. An unfair moment as he pushed her away and in her mind it echoed, ’’I promised you that I will be always there to help you whenever and wherever you are.’’

Her face would pierce with a burning smile, as shines in her eyes held onto his happy thoughts. His face that offered her happiness in ways unexplainable. She was entwined with this man already, and had only been with him a few days now. Her unexpected leap of faith into the matters of the heart shocked and amazed her as she stared into his eyes.

Then it would seem her heart was crumbling, breaking under the thought of her Dark Shadow, the thought of his voice echoed in her mind. Making a tear explode onto her face, tears of red that flowed down her face. ’’My Dark Shadow…He’s… Gone to the Abyss… Lost in a vampires touch, he gave the world his final good-bye. And at last, the killer with a gentle heart, with a soft touch has said his final farewell. All because of a night, that I wanted to sing to the dead….’’

Quickly her hands flew up to her face, covering her red tinted tears as she started thinking about when she had first met the Dark Shadow, the same place she had met the man she held so closely now. And with this she cried harder, in the bursts of her tears, so came words. ‘’I’m so scared I’m going to lose you as well Garen. You, My Lost Prince. I am so very frightened of not having to hold, that life will steal you from my grasp, as it did my Dark Shadow.’’ In a moment she shot herself towards him, and clung tightly onto his shoulders. ‘’My Prince…. My Prince…….’’ She would only whisper as she held tightly onto him.