We met in another prison cell
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
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
Enjoy (or else!)!
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 did.
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
The only sounds were a distant dripping of water somewhere in the shadows and her own
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
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 his sake.
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 particular way.
The only sounds were that distant dripping and her own breath, which she fought to get
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 instead...
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 coliseum.
The healer swallowed an embarrassed, angry lump in her throat.
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
And she had felt stupid.
Called out and pushed Arche aside. Like a jealous child.
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 dripping.
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 help it.
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 breathing.
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 fleeing shadows.
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
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 her.
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
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
"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
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 it."
Mint was too tired to really think about his touch for the moment.
"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
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 burned.
"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
They watched each other silently for a while, but it wasn't a completely embarrassed
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 him.
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 grunted.
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 stop herself.
"Hmm?" Cless mumbled and looked at her, slightly puzzled.
"I should have been there..." she muttered, turning her eyes away.
He straightened up and raised his hand to her cheek again.
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,
"You couldn't do anything," Cless kindly said, "besides, I've had worse wounds and am
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 subject.
"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 teleported anywhere."
With his unoccupied thumb he pointed backwards, at his backpack.
"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
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 up again?
"Yes..." she reluctantly said.
She turned and looked up into his eyes when he put his hand on her cheek for the forth
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 honestly serious...
"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
Mint smiled, getting dragged along in his unique but successful way of comforting her.
"It sounds like you trust her too," she said.
The warrior by her side looked a little shy again, an almost violent distance to the state of
"Of course I trust her," he mumbled, "I have no idea where I would have been if she hadn't
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," she mumbled.
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 control
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 deep breath.
"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 relief.
"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
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
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
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 again.
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 hurt, blemish.
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 place.
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 him.
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 Chester."
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 said.
They smiled warmly at each other and then began walking into the darkness, one arm
each still wrapped around the other one's back.
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 started.
The cleaning up was a slow process. At least for the time being.
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
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 up.
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 light.
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
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
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
"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 the heavens.
"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 hand..."
"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," he said.
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
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 mind.
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
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 cute..."
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
"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
"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 voice.
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 whispered.
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
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.
There, the first ToP story I ever saw ;) Comments can be sent to firstname.lastname@example.org (look, it's changed!!)