Jaid: Hi guys! Thanx for all the great reviews! The Purple Ghost has posted her pic of Quatre and I’m going to give you a link. Meanwhile, I’ve been drawing my own pics and if anyone would like to host this story or would be interested in taking my work, please e-mail me! Okay, here’s the link: 
http://leihitomi.tripod.com/circle_of_the_moon_fanpics/ 
Story Mention: “Be My (A Day Created by a Card Company)” by J.B. Santiago. One of the sweetest V-day fic I’ve read (nice QxD scenes in there, as well as a great 3xMU scene, hee, hee) Go read it (and make sure you review! Reviews are very important to us authors!!!) 
 

Enjoy the story! ^__^

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Chapter Six

            “We have a tail.” Duo murmured quietly. Quatre looked at him, startled. Duo continued to help Quatre with some breakfast.

            “Whoever it is hasn’t stopped following us for the past few days.” He continued. Quatre looked back down at the small campfire.

            “Who do you think it could be?” he asked. Duo shrugged easily.

            “Who knows. Maybe a Dark Elf after me. Or it could be someone for you. I mean, don’t you have parents or something?”

            Quatre’s jaw tightened slightly. “Yes I do, but I doubt that they would go through the trouble of sending someone after me.”

            Duo raised an eyebrow, but Quatre offered no explanations. There was a short pause.

            “What do we do about it?” Quatre finally asked.

            “Dunno.” Duo answered. “You’re the one who makes all the decisions.”

            Quatre sighed. “Yes.”

*  *  *

      Mariemeia looked at the city of Sanq with an open mouth. Never in her life had she seen such beauty. Of course, she thought wryly, she had spent most of her existence in the middle of the woods in an old castle. Une, mounted on a tame eagle looked at her. Mariemeia’s wings were out, and the wind was blowing her red hair. She looked innocent and carefree and Une began to have reservations again.

      “We’ll be landing soon. Near the Palace.” she called. Mariemeia looked over and nodded, smiling. Une smiled back, albeit somewhat nervously. She had not seen Lord Peacecraft for some years now, and they had never gotten along.

*  *  *

      WuFei was muttering under his breath, while Sally looked at him amused. Mieran was behind them quite a ways, but that was on purpose.

      “What’s wrong?” Sally asked. WuFei looked up.

      “You’re muttering to yourself.” she pointed out. WuFei shook his head.

      “Why can some people be so bull-headed?” he asked. “Didn’t that man understand what we were warning him about?”

      Sally sighed. Levenah had not been promising. Indeed, they barely escaped being thrown out of the court.

      “Some people won’t understand, WuFei. But we still have to warn them. Besides, his borders have been attacked and King Derhard is not stupid.” Sally told him. “Perhaps the Queen of Cainterah will be more gracious.”

      WuFei shrugged dismissively.

      “What, you don’t think she will?” Sally asked.

      “She’s a woman.”

      “Oh, and just what does that mean, Chang WuFei!?” Sally demanded. Mieran winced and shook her head.

      WuFei looked at her coolly. “What do you think it means?”

      Sally’s cheeks were red, but she couldn’t think up anything to say. Instead, she looked away. Mieran sighed. This was definitely going to be harder than it looked.

*  *  *

      “We are we going now?” Relena asked.

      “Dwarves.” Heero answered. Relena nodded.

      “What about the Dark Elves?” Relena asked. Heero looked at her.

      “I will take the message to them.” he said. “Alone.”

      Relena bit her tongue and looked down. “Why?”

      “Because they will not trust an Elf like you. In fact, I’m risking something taking you to the Dwarves, but the Dwarvish king is friendly with your father, so I don’t expect to much trouble.”

      Relena nodded. “Heero.” she said, after a few moments. He didn’t answer.

      “Who helped me?” she continued.

      “An old man named Jaris.” Heero said.

      “How do you know him?”

      “He found me when I was young. That’s all you need to know.” Heero told her, accompanied by a glare. Relena looked away, wondering why he was so secretive.

*  *  *

      “Une?” Dorothy walked out to the little grove, shaded by trees. The woman stood and smiled.

      “Hello, Dorothy.” she said, embracing the Elf. “It’s been a while.”

      “Yes.” Dorothy and Une sat on a little stone bench. “Why are you here? Where’s Treize?”

      “You’ll find out in good time.” Une told her. “Have you heard anything from Quatre?”

      “No.” she sighed, then glanced sharply at Une. “Why?”

      “You can’t hide your feelings from your teacher.” Une said softly. “I know what you feel for him.”

      “Felt.” Dorothy said. Une raised an eyebrow. Dorothy sighed.

      “He is Relena’s and she is his. They have been through much and I do not think that such a bond will be easily broken.” Dorothy admitted.

      “That’s not like you, to give up.”

      “Relena’s my sister.” Dorothy said. “I would not cause her harm, no matter what my desires were.”

      Une smiled. “You do have a heart Dorothy.”

      The Elven princess smirked. “Only on occasion.”

      They both laughed, but Une sensed the undercurrent of pain in the maiden’s voice. She put an arm around her and held her like a mother would a child.

*  *  *

      Dreams. They plagued him again. This one was different. Memories played themselves out, happy memories. But then they darkened into something frightening and evil and he felt as if he was running for his life. The metallic taste of blood was in his mouth.

      Then he stopped. There was a peaceful scene, in a bluish light. A waterfall, making no sounded, splashed into a quiet pool. There, kneeling before the water’s mirror like surface was her. She was dressed in white and a white glow seemed to surround her. She looked up and smiled at him with sadness.

      Then all of the sudden, he was falling…

*  *  *

      “Your Majesty, some wizards have arrived. They request an audience.”

      The young Queen of Cainterah nodded. Sally and WuFei entered, bowed respectfully then stood.

      “Your Majesty, we bring sorrowful news and a warning.” Sally’s clear voice said. She told the young Queen the fates of the Levenah villages and of Tenar Sun, then beseeched her to prepare her people. The Queen listened and than sat in thought for a long time.

      “Would you help us?” she finally asked.

      “What?” WuFei asked.

      “Would you help us?” The queen leaned forward, her blue gray eyes pleading. “My people are farmers; we know almost nothing of war or weapons. We abhor them, but if it is as you say, then we must cast in our lot and defend ourselves.”

      “We would be honored to help.” Sally stated.

      “But we still have to warn several other provinces.” WuFei finished.

      “I’ll stay.” Mieran said from behind them. Wufei and Sally turned, and he narrowed his eyes.

How does she do that? Just sneak up on us. he wondered. The Queen looked at Mieran who was the same age, if not younger, than her self.

“Who are you?” The Queen asked kindly.

      “Lady Long Mieran.” Mieran bowed. The Queen smiled.

      “We would be happy to have your help, M’Lady.” she said softly. Mieran looked up and met the Queen’s eyes. Something passed between them, something that Mieran felt would be friendship.

*  *  *

      “Geez!” Duo puffed. “Do you guys do this on a regular basis?” Dorco shot him a nasty look, while Quatre notched another arrow.

      “This is not the time to argue.” he said as it flew towards it’s target. “Can’t the both – Ahhhh!” He fell back, an arrow protruding from his shoulder. Grimacing, he pulled it out.

      “Where’s that blasted dragon when you AHHHH!!” Dorco shouted. Very soon, the smell of charred flesh was in the air and Deathscythe was giving them a toothy grin, obviously pleased with himself.

      “Man, we’ve got to work on your entrance.” Duo muttered. Quatre laughed hoarsely, holding his bleeding shoulder. He was about to speak when a scream split the air. The two elves were gone in an instant.

*  *  *

Big mistake, BIG mistake! the girl thought, shakily. Her hand hung loosely from a broken wrist and she was on the ground, defenseless. The srych above her gave her a nasty grin and raised it’s war club. The girl squeezed her eyes shut, expecting to feel a blow any moment, but to her surprise, felt something wet splash on her and heard a curious gurgle. Hesitantly opening her eyes, she found herself covered with blood, the srych in two pieces and two extremely attractive Elvish men looking at her in part shock, part anger and part worry.

“Hilde!” Quatre practically shouted. “What in the name of heaven are you doing here?”

      “Uh, trying to catch up with you?” Hilde answered sheepishly. Duo couldn’t help but grin.

      “Plucky gal.” he commented. “Even if she is a princess.” Hilde glared at him, and Quatre glared at Hilde, then stood and held out a hand.

      “Up.” he said. Hilde’s face fell.

      “I think my wrist is broken.” she said. “And I think I might’ve twisted my ankle.” All of the sudden, the pain washed over her and she felt tears prick in her eyes. Quatre lost his angry look and bent down compassionately.

      “Where?” he asked. Hilde showed him her left wrist.

      “I can fix this.” he said softly, then removed her shoe and rotated her foot a little. Hilde bit her lip.

      “It’s not broken, but you shouldn’t walk on it.” he said. Hilde nodded, then looked at him.

      “You’re bleeding!” she gasped. Quatre shook his head.

      “It’s nothing.”

      Duo rolled his eyes and grinned. “We’d better get going.” he handed his scythe to Quatre and picked up Hilde.

      “What?” he asked as they both stared at him. “You can’t carry her Quatre with that shoulder wound and she can’t walk. Now, do you have a horse, Princess?”

      “Uh, I did.” she looked around. “I guess it ran.”

      “Well, then it’s smarter than you at least.” Duo commented, walking away and totally ignoring the death glare Hilde was giving him. Quatre smiled, shook his head and followed.

*  *  *

            “There it is.” Quatre breathed, a few weeks later. Hilde was behind him on the horse; clasping his waist tightly.

            “It’s beautiful.” she whispered. Duo looked at them anxiously.

            “Do you think they’ll let me in?” he asked. Quatre smiled and nodded.

            “Sanq is a haven for all peoples, Duo.” he said. “As long as they mean no evil intent.”

            “I sure as hell don’t.” Duo murmured.

            “Shall we go?” Quatre smiled.

            “Yes!” Dorco exclaimed. “The sooner I can get off this four legged monstrosity, the better!” Duo rolled his eyes and they started forward.

*  *   *

            It was nearing fall. White flower petals from the lamphon were falling into the small pond Dorothy was beside. She was kneeling in front of it, in her traditional white gown. The sun hit her backside, making her glow slightly. A tiny waterfall silently trickled into the pond.

            Quatre stopped, his breath catching. The dream came back to him full force. Dorothy heard him and looked up. She smiled, sadly.

What does it mean? he thought, as she stood.

            “Hello, My Prince.” she said formally, curtsying. Quatre bowed and answered likewise.

            “May I join you?” he asked. “Or do you wish to be alone?”

            “I do not mind company.” she commented. Quatre nodded and sat down on the ground beside her. There was an uncomfortable pause.

            “It’s been a long time Quatre.” Dorothy said softly.

            “So it has.”

            Dorothy looked at him. “Why didn’t you come back?”

            He met her gaze. “Because, I felt it would cause complications.”

            Dorothy looked back at the pond’s surface. “Relena missed you. She cried herself to sleep the first year.” Quatre didn’t answer.

            “Funny, isn’t it?” Dorothy’s hand reached out to a white petal floating on the surface of the dark water. “You’ve finally come back…and she’s gone.”

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Jaid; Okay…that has to be one of the strangest scenes I’ve written…*sigh* Whoever invented homework (especially Geometry) out ought to be hanged.

Jad: That’s kind of pointless, seeing as how they are dead already.

Jaid: Shut up…