Dark Kingdom Transgressions - Part 01 Fallen

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Endymion was cold, tired, hungry and more than a little pissed off. [A “simple” assignment,] he thought. [Right!] Endymion wiped the damp, light-brown hair, he now had as a magical disguise, out of his temporarily green eyes and sighed. He looked down at a soggy paper in his hand that his Commanding Officer had called a map. Endy balled it up and threw it on the ground in disgust. [Some map!] he thought, [It doesn’t even have ‘north’ marked!] All he had to do was find the hidden camp without being detected, then report back to base and lead his group there. Endymion *knew* how to follow a map, but not a map like that. It was beyond useless. He decided he’d have better luck with trial and error.

Endymion walked a while until he came to a ravine. He thought it might be a good place to hide a camp so he followed a narrow trail to the bottom. The ravine was only about six feet wide and the walls rose up well above his head. Very little light made its way to the bottom but he didn’t dare illumination. He searched the gloom then heard a noise up ahead. There was a blacker darkness that seemed to be a cave opening and that was where the sound was coming from. It sounded like it could be talking so he slipped in to investigate.

Immediately, his warning senses told him the cave was powerfully warded. The power plucked him up off the cave floor and pinned him to the wall. It was pitch black and Endymion heard something moving in the darkness. He was certain by now that this was not where the secret military camp was, but what *was* here?

A voice hissed from right in front of Endymion’s face, “Who are you?”

Endymion began to give his military identification and the voice roared, “Don’t give me stories! I can smell your power! WHO ARE YOU?!”

The voice didn’t sound distinctly male or female. Endymion decided that if this being was going to kill him, it would have done it already. For some reason it didn’t want to, at least not yet, so Endymion had some negotiating room. “Give me some light and I’ll tell you,” he bargained.

Suddenly the entire cave was flooded with brightness. Endymion squinched his eyes as they tried to adjust. When he could finally see, his jaw fell open with shock. In front of him floated the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had long, flowing, silvery hair that fell to her feet. Her face was like an angel’s and her red lips were full and alluring. The gossamer dress she wore appeared to be woven from moonbeams and it emphasized every perfect curve of her body. The effect was absolutely stunning and it would have been perfect except for one thing. Her eyes were cold, cunning and very alien looking. “Well?” she prompted.

“Could you please let me loose from the wall?”

The woman’s eyes narrowed, then she sighed. Suddenly Endymion was on his feet and could move again.

She didn’t say anything but Endymion could tell he had used up all the welcome he had. Standing at his full height, Endymion let his disguise dissolve as he stated, “I am Endymion, a Prince of Earth.” So it wasn’t the whole truth, shoot him for it.

The woman looked suitably impressed so he continued with a courteous bow. “And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

The woman smiled. “My name is Metalia. Well, well, Endymion, please come in. We just may have a lot in common.”

Endymion stepped around a turn in the cave and came upon a very richly decorated woman’s boudoir. A small table was set with tea and two cups and Metalia gestured for him to sit. She sat also and as she began to pour the tea she asked, “Would you like sugar?”

Shaking his head no, Endymion also picked up his cup and as she sipped he pretended to do so as well. Metalia put her cup down and noted, “Your power level is impressive.”

Endymion smiled. “Thank you. You’re obviously very powerful too.”

With a cat-in-the-cream smile, Metalia purred her proposition. “If we put our powers together, we could easily rule this planet and none could stand in our way. Would you like to hold all of this world’s riches within you hands? With me, you could!”

Endymion sat looking at her for a moment then started chuckling. He answered, “No thank you, Metalia. I already have as much of those things as I need.

Metalia sat stunned for a moment then with a sly smile she added, “If you think I’m beautiful, I could add a mutually satisfying physical relationship to the agreement.”

Endymion looked like he was considering her offer then leaned forward and confidentially whispered, “It’s the eyes. Sorry, but they just don’t work with the rest of the package.”

Metalia sat back with a gasp and incredulously exclaimed, “You still refuse me?!” Endymion nodded and suddenly the illusion vanished leaving a dank, pitch-black cave and a very angry creature. Metalia uncloak her evil aura and Endymion felt it pulse and swirl around him. Her power buffeted him and the pressure made him choke and gag.

Endymion now knew this alien creature wasn’t bluffing. She really did have the ability to destroy anything in her path and for the first time in his life the prince experienced true, heart-stopping fear. Edging his way back, Endymion urgently tried to think of a way to escape. He *had* to live so he could warn his father and protect their world. Endymion suddenly realized how much he really did care about his planet.

Reaching out with incorporeal hands, Metalia thrust her fingers through Endymion’s skull and he jerked in panic as he felt her talons violate his brain. Guttural chuckling reverberated off the cavern walls. “You’re not so brave now, are you, little prince? I can taste your fear and it’s exquisite! However,” Metalia regretfully sighed. “As much as I’m enjoying your fear, I can’t indulge myself and drain you dry. I need a female of your species to possess and you’re handsome. You will do nicely to lure one to me.”

Endymion knew he had only one chance left as he desperately launched a full eight rose volley towards the voice.

Metalia screeched when the powerful flowers hit her. She released Endymion and desperately clawed at the painful spears that were leaching her life power from her.

Endymion took advantage of his freedom to turn and run. He trailed his fingers along the cave wall and his affinity with the Earth allowed him to sense its magnetic pull and discern his direction. The wall suddenly disappeared from his fingers and he slammed into rock. Looking up he saw the gray sky and realized he was back in the ravine. Turning, he ran for the end and almost reached it.

Metalia had finally removed the last rose from her body and realized her prey was escaping. She knew it would be a very bad thing if Endymion notified the other royals about her. She’d have to stop him before he was completely out of her reach.

Metalia couldn’t physically leave the cave without a host. She had to stay near the reserved energy in her capsule and the cloaking it provided. Her arms could reach quite far, but they lost physical and magical strength the farther they extended from her body.

Metalia’s hands caught up to Endymion just inside the edge of the ravine. They enveloped his head and she forced him into unconsciousness. He fell to the floor of the narrow passage and Metalia attempted to pull him back towards her. Her hands kept slipping through him and she cursed. He was just a little too far away. She couldn’t pull him back so she decided to kill him where he lay. Her hand reached inside his head and Metalia found that even unconscious, Endymion’s shielding was strong. At that distance she didn’t have the strength to kill him either.

The only thing Metalia could access was Endymion’s short-term memory so she erased their encounter from his mind. Now all she could do was hope that he’d come closer to her lair on his own when he awoke. Metalia seriously hoped Endymion would return. His roses had weakened her and she had already spent a lavish amount of her reserve power on the illusion she created. It had been a gamble and Metalia didn’t like it when she lost. She would at lease like to break even by taking his life energy.

Endymion slowly awoke with a splitting headache and sat up. As he tried to stand, his legs shook and he hurt all over. He felt as if he’d just been in a fight, and lost, but didn’t see any physical evidence of it. Endymion looked at the forest ahead of him then turned to look behind. As he tried to peer through the darkness of the ravine, he suddenly felt a very strong and inexplicable aversion to the place. He hesitated then turned and stumbled out.

As Endymion leaned against a tree, he realized his disguise was gone. Whatever had knocked him out must have been pretty hard. His disguise was supposed to hold up under all but the very deepest of trances. He reactivated the disguise and turned back towards base camp. He knew he’d hear it for failing to complete the exercise but right then he just didn’t care.

Metalia had seen Endymion look back then turn to leave. She cursed her ill luck and swore to herself that she would encounter Endymion again. When she did, she’d make him pay for rejecting her and for wasting so much of her time and energy.

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The early morning sea breeze was cool and carried the sharp scent of salt and fish with it. Gulls cheered above as sailors crisscrossed the weathered dock like frantic ants. They all worked to quickly tether a large sailing ship.

A gangway was lowered from the ship and a soldier stepped out. Pausing, he observed the activity then looked up towards the town. As he hefted his pack over his shoulder, he quickly moved forward with anticipation in his step.

Just past the outskirts of the town were dense woods. The soldier easily found the trail and disappeared into the thick foliage. Once he was alone his appearance dramatically changed. Curly brown hair turned smooth and black, wary green eyes deepened into a kindly blue and roughened features smoothed out into a cheerful smile. Endymion hurried on towards the palace.

When Endymion reached the palace gate one of the soldiers on guard recognized him. After a sharp command to the others, the group scrambled to attention. Their actions made Endymion silently chuckle. He now knew what it felt like to be on the other end of that action. It had been a long time since anyone had stood at attention for him. It felt kind of weird now.

As Endymion acknowledged the soldiers, it surprised him to realize he only recognized one of the guards. He decided the others must have been hired while he was away.

As the soldiers tried to not overtly stare, the one Endymion knew offered, “If you wish, your Highness, I can go ahead and inform the palace of your approach.”

Endymion responded as he continued on, “No, thank you. I’ll find my parents myself.”

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Two hectic weeks later Endymion was reunited with the friends he had barely seen the last two years. The occasion was Endymion’s seventeenth birthday and as he greeted his four closest friends, it surprised him how much they had changed. No one could mistake them for boys now. The biggest changes weren’t physical, though. Kunzite stood possessively close to Nisha and held her hand as it rested on his arm. She would often glance up at him adoringly and he would return each glance with an equally tender smile. The two of them were so wrapped up in each other that they barely participated in the conversation. Nephrite and Jadeite both had girls on their arms but Endymion didn’t recognize either one. When introduced, the guys told Endymion they had met the girls, Sarah and Beth, in town the previous night. Zoisite didn’t have a date with him and Endymion was happy to see Zoisite had changed the least of the four. He was still the soft-spoken and understated friend Endymion remembered.

The five were chatting together and catching up on each other’s lives when they heard the Royals of the Northern Kingdom introduced. Endymion looked towards the door and almost dropped his jaw. Beryl wore a dark-crimson satin dress that was closely fitted, as was the latest fashion. The dress then flared out from just above her knees into layers of translucent gold over softly pleated crimson. The gown was strapless and more of the golden gauze shimmered on her shoulders and arms to create a yoke and sleeves for the dress. Beryl’s long hair was tamed into many small braids that circled her head like a crown and a few wispy tendrils artfully draped to brush her shoulders. When Endymion had last seen her at age fourteen, she had been pretty. At sixteen, she was stunningly beautiful.

Endymion excused himself from the group and moved forward to greet Beryl and her parents. He smoothly bowed to them. “Welcome, King Fredrick and Queen Lydia.”

The couple politely returned the bow and Endymion turned to Beryl. “Welcome also to you, Princess Beryl. It’s always a pleasure to see your beautiful smile.”

Beryl blushed. “Thank you, Prince Endymion. It’s a pleasure to be here.”

Endymion heard his parents were calling for him to begin the party. Excusing himself, he moved to the front of the room where King Stanton and Queen Roselynn were waiting.

As Endymion came to stand next to his father, the King turned to address the crowd, “Today, not only are we commemorating Prince Endymion’s seventeenth birthday, we are also celebrating his safe return from a year of travel and learning.” The King continued, “I, King Stanton of the consolidated Earth hear by announce that Prince Endymion has successfully completed royal training. After a well-deserved vacation Prince Endymion will officially join me in the ruling of Earth. He will be the second in command as befitting the future sovereign of our planet.” Turning to his son, Stanton lifted his goblet of wine and ended with, “My son, you’ve done well and I’m proud of you. Congratulations.” Everyone raised their glasses and drank together.

As the guests turned to enter the dining room, Endymion’s four friends walked up to him. Nephrite teased, “So, you’re going to be put to work right away. That’ll be the end of any fun in your life!”

“At least he gets a vacation before he’s chained to the throne,” Jadeite laughed. He then asked, “Do you have any plans on what you want to do for your vacation, Endymion?”

Endymion answered, “I was thinking the shore. Are you guys available to go? It’d be great to spend some time together.”

Kunzite responded, “Sure, but how about the girls? Are they welcome too?”

Endymion looked at Nisha still attached to Kunzite’s arm and laughingly observed, “I think we’d better include the girls since it looks like it would take a whole battalion to pry the two of you apart!”

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At the end of the meal the orchestra started playing and dancing began. Endymion saw Beryl dance past him and realized he hadn’t had an opportunity to speak with her yet. He decided to search her out for the next dance.

Endymion and Beryl danced silently as Endymion wondered what to say to a girl he hadn’t seen in two years. The only thing that came to his mind was, “You look very pretty.”

Beryl looked up, quietly said, “Thank you,” then looked away again.

During a few more moments of thick silence Endymion grew exasperated. [It’s just Beryl! You’ve known her practically your whole life. She’s *not* a big deal!]

Finally, Endymion decided to face this head on so he danced them to some open doors. As he led Beryl off the dance floor into the gardens, he explained, “We need to talk. Let’s walk.”

Beryl didn’t answer but she did allow him to lead her out. As they slowly walked down a garden path, Endymion cleared his throat then offered, “We didn’t part on the best of terms two years ago…I’m sorry.”

Beryl stopped walking and turned to look at a flower. She nodded and quietly responded, “I’m sorry too…for overreacting.”

Endymion admitted, “I should have stopped the guys’ teasing right away. I guess we both did things we regret.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Could we forgive each other and start over?”

Beryl looked up with a hopeful smile. “I’m willing to if you are.”

“Friends?” Endymion asked.

“Friends.” Beryl agreed.

Continued...

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