A fan fic by Caleyndar.
Rating: PG.

Notes: This chapter has some scenes in it which I do not
recommend for those who do not like blood nor course 
language. However, this is an important chapter as it 
builds the foundations apon which the next chapter
starts.
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Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me; only the
few I make up. The story, however, is mine.


The Name Endymion...

Part Four: Angel of Tears...

Chapter Three...

	The heavens swirled and blew away, the clouds like 
torn ribbons stretched across the blue sky. The endless 
blue, a dome broken by white above me, endless, yet almost 
in my reach. The blue of the Earth. When was the last time 
I had stood still and admired it for all its abundant 
beauty? Not even when I lived here as an average mortal did 
I care to admire it. I had taken all of that peace and
tranquillity for granted. And this was the price I paid. 
	The loss of it all.
	At least fate was kind. It had given me a second 
chance. 
	I smiled softly again. I would not lose it this 
time. I would not take it for granted. I have learnt my 
lesson. Life and everything in it was dear. One would kill 
for what I had, even after I left. Even when I suffered 
physically in that so called school. I was still loved. But 
I had thrown that away because of pride. I was so very much 
the fool. 
	Dismounting, I stood apon the earth which I could no 
longer call my home. I could almost feel the warmth of it 
seeping though my long black boots, almost feel the life 
that lived beneath the surface. Once more, I smiled. Let the 
sun shine apon my cold face made so by the wind, and warm it. 
Give it life. I needed the strength for my next task. But 
it would not be the hardest.
	Wild Spirit was content to graze where I tethered 
his long black leather reins to the fence. David and Luke 
for once were in Lukes mansion like house, watching the 
latest block buster movie on Lukes wide screen television. 
Television. I almost laughed at that thought. I had not 
really relaxed by watching the rubbish the television spewed 
in two years. And there they were, laughing at the jokes,
without a care in the world. Some people had it made. 
	I walked up to the front entrance, open wide besides 
from the screen door. The surround sound system from the 
entertainment system hit me like intense waves as I pulled 
the screen door open and stepped inside. Carelessly I let 
the door slam shut behind me, but no one would be able to 
hear through all the noise. And as my powers informed me, 
only Luke and David were here.
	"Hey, watch this! This is the best part in the 
movie!" Lukes voice shouted above the excess sound waves, 
originating from the family room where the senseless 
technology had been set up.
	"Ive already seen it three times! I want to get a 
drink! You want one!" David shouted back, backing out of the 
room, never noticing the silent figure standing behind him, 
clothed in silver and black armour adorned with a red lined 
cape and streamline sword. A symbol of the silver moon and 
blue and green Earth interlocked together graced the 
figures forehead.
	I did not move as he back into me and nearly jumped 
a foot in the air like a frightened cat. My face broke into 
a grin at seeing his shocked expression. He looked me up and 
down, and then said in a small confused voice, "You know, 
Luke is not having a party today."
	I laughed. "No, he is not," I said, and let the 
happiness die from my face. "I wish I was here to crack 
jokes, no matter how poor in taste, but Im here to tell 
you the real truth of my disappearance for the past two 
years. And why I have to leave again very soon."
	David frowned, and motioned with his hands which 
held an empty plastic cup for me to wait. He retreated back 
into the family room and switched off the entertainment 
system, producing a cry of protest from Luke. David then 
returned, dragging an unhappy Luke with him. 
	Lukes expression changed to one shock and confusion 
at seeing me dressed in my armour. He raised his eyebrows 
at me, asking me with his eyes why in hell I was dressed 
like that.
	"Its a long story," I said quietly.
	It was like reliving all my pain and suffering 
again. As if someone had recorded my life for the past two 
years and had forced me to watch it all over again. This 
time my errors were so obvious to me. They were candles 
burning in the dark, crying out for me to acknowledge them, 
for me to burn myself apon them again. Feel the pain?
	Time had no meaning as I retold my story to my two 
fading friends. I became just a voice, and I too listened 
to that voice, and hated myself for everything I had done. 
But I could also not ignore so many issues, the most 
prominent being the war that still raged, and the past 
destruction of my kingdom. What would I do? How could I 
piece back together the shattered glass orb of my world?
	My body was shaking physically when I concluded my 
tale. Somewhere along the journey my hands had danced back 
to grip the edge of the table, as if hanging on for dear 
sanity. My knuckles were white, the blood having drained 
away. I stared down at them now and forcibly pulled them 
away from the table, clenching them into fists to still the 
quivering.
	"I just wish," I whispered, voice unstable, "I just 
wish that I hadnt done so many things." I swallowed, trying 
to pass the words from my dry throat. "I know you think I 
am insane. You would be foolish not to. Everything Ive 
told you sounds like something out of a fairytale nightmare. 
All make believe. But it has been Hell for me, with a few 
glimpses of Heaven and its angels."
	"No. I believe you. Though it sounds unbelievable, 
that life even exists beyond this world, I believe what you 
say, what youve gone through," David answered, eyes wide, 
elbows propped on the table, hands holding his head.
	Luke looked thoughtful, one leg drawn up so it was 
bent up against his chest, heel resting on the tip on the 
chair. His arms were causally supported on his elevated knee, 
and he looked down at the table, where our flat sodas sat, 
untouched. The low sun floating above the horizon poured 
dusty light in through the kitchen window, playing on the 
reflective pools of liquid collected in the cups.
	"I can understand why you did what you did though. 
You are only human, with human weaknesses. And I can 
understand why Nick and Dawn and that other kid did not 
want to come back. Life on Earth is pretty shit compared to 
the wonderland beyond, despite all the pain you have
described," Luke muttered, still staring at the table. "But, 
well, everything. How are you going to fix it? How are you 
going to win Serenity back and get rid of that ass hole 
Diamond? How are you going to end this war? Even if you 
believe it was not the Moon Kingdoms fault, or if it was, 
it is just a past difference now, the rest of you kingdom 
is not going to let bygones be bygones!"
	"I know, I know. But somehow, I will right the 
wrongs and settle the conflict between the kingdoms. I do 
not think I have a choice with that," I said, hanging my 
head. The road ahead only became more difficult and shrouded 
in mist the clearer my goal was. 
	"You are right about that. You have to do what is 
right. Even if you arent this Prince of the Earth Kingdom, 
you would do what was right," David said. "So you plan to 
leave in a week?" 
	"Yes. But I dont know how my family here will take 
it," I said softly. "And I think I will leave some details 
out of it." I smiled weakly. 
	"Yeah. That would be a wise thing to do, Darien," 
Luke said, also smiling a little. "After all, if you were a 
parent, and your kid just told you they chopped another 
mans head off, you would, well, you know," he trailed off.
	I grimaced at the dark thought. "The only thing 
concerning that which puzzles me is who or what controlled 
me? I really do not know. It may very well have been my 
subconscious mind, my will to survive. But I think it was 
not. I think someone did it purposely," I murmured.
	"Also, I do not think you can consider the Weapons 
as being defeated completely. They will want revenge," David 
said, picking up his cup of pale flavoured water and 
sculling it.
	I looked away, hate spring forth from my eternal 
soul. The image of Serenity crucified apon that cross 
haunted me again, and I shut my eyes. Running away again, 
Endymion?
	As if summoned by our very thoughts, in a whirlwind 
of spiralling leaves and dirt, an evil laugh I knew too 
well echoed through Lukes home, tearing at our cloths and 
knocking over our cups, wrecking havoc apon the loose pieces 
of paper and rubbish lying around. 
	There was a scream, not human, and too innocent. My 
eyes widened, and for a moment, time was frozen. The scream 
just echoed in the silence of time. And then it all 
shattered. 
	Red. The colour of blood. It was smeared across my 
vision. It painted the trees, the ground. The source of the 
blood laid in the middle, a half smashed porcelain doll, 
front ebony black legs pawing the ground, struggling to 
stand. His wild head, thrown up to the Heavens, was mattered 
with his blood. He silver mane was no longer like the 
moonlight. It was the blood red of sun set. The ending of a 
life.
	I stared, standing in the doorway, unable to move 
nor look away from the horrific sight. My mind would not 
comprehend it. My soul just kept screaming, howling, it was 
not true! My eyes. They had to be lying. My ears. Those 
screams were not real! 
	Laughter, cruel laughter, tore my eyes away from my 
horse, that struggling, half smashed body apon the ground. 
The hind legs were broken, half severed from the body, and 
blood poured out from the gapping wounds to soak into the 
earth. Who was there that had such a cold heart? Who else 
but the one whose name was the weapon which had caused this 
destruction to my friend, my companion?
	The silver blade was dripping with Wild Spirits 
blood, held so very casually in Blades hands. He was 
laughing, standing apon a hovering machine with lethal 
steel tentacles which whipped around its body, twitching, 
waiting to strike something, to cripple it, to kill it.
	My voice made itself known, spewing forth from my 
throat, a cry of anger, of hate. "Damn you! Damn you to 
Hell!" Pointless words, but I could not stop them. My hands 
rose, and I gathered the energy there, blue light, burning 
with blind rage. 
	With a roar of anger, I sent the raw power hurtling 
towards that daemonic figure standing on that abomination 
which had crushed my horse. I watched with narrow eyes as 
Blade just stood there, smiling, one hand holding his 
weapon, the other on his waist. The blue bolt of energy hit, 
causing an explosion of brilliant light in the darkness of 
coming evening. 
	Slowly, as the sunlight faded from the burning sky, 
so did the blue light of my energy. There was darkness at 
its core, that morphed into the outline of a human form. It 
laughed, that patch of absent light. Something flickered 
around him and his creation, and a line of pale light 
lowered itself down around the central figure. A shield. I 
should have known.
	"Awe, you know me better than that, Prince Endymion! 
After all, how many times have I attempted to murder the 
ones you love? Well, I shall let you in on a little secret!" 
he smiled evilly, teeth showing, eyes filled with a sick 
desire for revenge. "I shall not fail again! You dying 
beloved horse is proof of that! See you at your familys 
funeral! And you own!" 
	With a smile intended to instil fear into my very 
soul, he lent forward into the darkness and flew with the 
swiftness of the wind into the dusk. 
	I stared after Blade, glaring, hating, hands 
clenched into fists, nails biting into flesh, body shaking 
with rage. Luke and David stood behind me. I could feel 
their presence and their turmoil emotions. Fear, confusion, 
uncertainty. Luke cursed suddenly, a colourful stream of 
words that spewed forth from his mouth unbidden. His and 
Davids disgust hit me, just as Wild Spirits screams 
scratched into my soul once more.
	My eyes were drawn back to the bloody mess that was 
once my horse. Still it was unbelievable. This seemed no 
more real that a dream, a nightmare. 
	But it was real. And as I walked, step after 
agonising step, the reality of losing my friend, my 
companion, hit me. My emotions left my like a powerful gust 
of wind and then slammed back into my body, causing me to 
stumble, to fall apon my weakened knees by Wild Spirits 
torn side.
	His beautiful head was thrown up again, the whites 
of his eyes staring insanely at everything, at nothing. He 
was in unbearable pain. There was no way he could live. 
	"God," the name slipped from my parched mouth. "God, 
please, I beg of you, if you exist, that you give me the 
strength to do this now." It was no more than a whisper, a 
prayer. Why I said it, I could not explain. Perhaps finally 
I could not stand alone. Not now.
	Wild Spirit gave up his struggle now. He was weak, 
he was in agony. Simply, he wanted to die, quickly, with no 
more suffering. His long black fore legs, mattered with his 
own blood and the torn up grass and dirt from around him 
ceased their vain movements and gave out under his half 
standing bulk, and like a giant slumbering, he fell to his 
side, head and neck finally coming to rest apon the ground, 
still bound in black leather and stainless steel. 
	A drop of salt water fell from my eyes, landing 
apon Wild Spirits head. His eyes were still open, and they 
cried out pain, they wished for death. Hands which seemed 
not my own reached out and touched his black face, shaking 
violently as they attempted to instil calm into the dying 
horse. 
	Prince Endymion. Prince Endymion, please grant me 
this request. Destroy this form of mine now. Set my soul 
free, Prince Endymion. The voice. Like a whisper of the 
wind, the rustling of the leaves. Yet is was in my mind. It 
was from Wild Spirit.
	I hung my head, another tear falling, another 
shattered crystal. I did not want to do this. Yet I could 
not let him suffer. And he wanted it! My hand was still 
against his check. So warm, so seemingly alive. This was 
the illusion of the flesh. The soul wanted death.
	"I will do so," I whispered. The words tore out my 
heart. Yet I stood, and drew my sword, my body that of a 
robots, cold, without feeling. I gripped it in both hands, 
the blade pointed towards the earth, above Wild Spirits 
closed eye. He waited for death now. He wanted it, wished 
for it. I could not deny an innocent of such a wish. 
	You, Wild Spirit, my beloved companion through my 
pained last few weeks on Earth, all those years ago. You, 
who has made these weeks a little more bearable since my 
return. I will grant your request. Your all too human 
request. You do not fear death. As if you know what lies 
beyond. You are too much like, too much like an angel. An 
angel sent from Heaven above to watch over this poor lost
soul, to be there for him to lean apon when he could stand 
no longer. My guardian angel. I grant your one and only 
wish, request, of me.
	I closed my eyes. The blade stabbed though. My 
horse never opened his eyes again. Silence ruled. The wind 
blew. Dead leaves trailed the ground. There was only peace 
in the end. All returned to nothingness. Another tear fell 
from the endless fount of my eyes. Goodbye, Wild Spirit.
	The Angel of Tears looked down apon me again. Did 
he speak?
	I withdrew my sword, and wiped the blood from it on 
my cape. How I wanted to look down at Wild Spirits lifeless 
body. But yet I could not. I did not want to see his shredded 
rear legs nor the gapping wound I had just delt to his 
beautiful head. 
	What now? His body could not just be left there. 
And I had to deal with Blade. He would die for this. I was 
foolish not to have killed him when I had the chance. Now 
Wild Spirit was dead because I had not wanted his blood on 
my hands. I disgusted myself.
	"Oh shit," Luke muttered, his voice like a ghost in 
my thoughts. There, yet not there. I was merely concerned 
with other issues. "Fuck. Damn it, Darien! What the hell 
are we going to do with the remains? Shit, shit, shit! Give 
me a god damn cone, David!"
	There was the sound of a lighter behind me. A friend 
with weed is a friend indeed. A sad smile graced my face, 
and finally I looked down at Wild Spirit. I held back my 
disgust as I took in the sight. And I lifted my hands, 
sword already back in its place by my side. Blue energy 
poured from my bare hands into the carcass of the dead 
horse, encircling it and blocking it from sight. Only a 
sphere of blue light remained. I felt the flesh turn into 
heat energy and escape into the atmosphere. Only when 
nothing was left, not even the bones on the metal from the 
tack, did I stop fuelling the concentrated inferno with
my power. I lowered my hands, and waited for the light to 
fade and die away.
	But it did not. My eyes widened as the blue turned 
to white and radiated its own light energy. Involuntarily I 
took a step back, the tears drying from my face, my mouth 
slightly open in confusion and shock. More and more light 
poured forth from the sphere until I could no longer stand 
watching it, and shielded my eyes with my arms.
	This light! It was like that of Heaven! That which 
showered our dreams and hopes. The light at the end of the 
tunnel, the candle burning in the eternal darkness. This 
was like her light. Serenity.
	Slowly the sphere formed into a shape, and the 
light became less intense. Through narrowed eye lids I 
watched through the windows to my soul, as the shape of a 
mystical creature formed. I could not believe at what I 
witnessed. It was a pegasus, adorned with a golden horn. 
Very much like the animals we had seen on the world of 
Tranquillity, the Planet of Peace. Where I had watched as 
Serenity left me for Diamond. Do not think of that now, 
Endymion.
	It unfolded its angelic wings and thrust its 
noble head to the night sky, horn pointed towards the stars. 
Gracefully it reared and pawed the air before standing apon 
its four slender white legs.
	"Prince Endymion." Same voice as before. The pegasus 
spoke. Aloud this time. "I thankyou for setting me free. 
Grieve not for you horse, Prince Endymion. Now, go to your 
family here on this world. They need you help. I will be 
with you. Always."
	The white mythical creature rose into the air and 
vanished in an explosion of light. I staggered backwards, 
still not believing. What was it that had just passed before 
my very eyes? A ghost, a vision, an illusion? I turned 
around and around, until Davids voice pulled me out of my 
trance.
	"Your family, Darien. Blade said he was after them," 
David said in a forced calm voice. 
	I looked at him as if he was insane, and then the 
reality pounded apon my door. Fear passed through me, and 
without a further glance nor thought towards my two friends, 
one which was still frantically smoking, the other who was 
half sane still, I teleported away, calling my generals to 
me as I travelled though time and space.
	My state of mind was too unstable. I hit the tar 
black road in front of my familys house, landing badly, 
almost falling to my knees. Arms caught me as I braced 
myself for the pain that promised to shoot up though my 
knees.
	"Endymion, my Lord, what caused you to call us with 
such urgency?" Kunzite said once I was stable apon both my 
feet. He was concerned, and also slightly unsure. His grey 
eyes were troubled, his expression that of a true friend. 
Almost like Nicolas.
	I gave him a weak smile, and turned to point down 
my road. Still far away. Still too close. Street lights 
like circular white circles apon the dark ground. Shadows 
played. All faded to black. His laugher haunted me again, 
and I stared, bewildered, into the inky darkness which was 
the night. Wind howled, the tree shook their fists at me. 
I almost gasped as images of Wild Spirit dying assaulted me
once more. Death, pain, death, pain. Blood. Red. 
	In my minds eye, Blade stood there, above me, 
smiling wickedly. The grin of one insane. His weapon, 
stained with blood. His machine, with those wildly whipping 
tentacles, also painted in red. 
	What existed in my mind became reality. 
	My generals took up defensive and offensive position 
around me. I just stood and stared. My mind, though filled 
with anger and hatred, still could not believe. How was it 
possible? How could a human being with a  heart and soul, 
who could love, be so without compassion to other life forms?
	"Blade, of the Three Weapons!" Kunzite called out to 
the dark figure in the night. "Leave here at once, or else 
we shall finish what we started!"
	Blade just laughed. "Circumstances have changed, 
High General Kunzite! I no longer need your great Prince of 
the Earth Kingdom alive! He killed his Father! Once Endymion 
is dead, the Dark Earth Kingdom will belong to the Shadow 
Kingdom!" He feel silent, and his grin faded. "But do not
think, for one moment, Prince Endymion, that I am here 
merely to kill you and take your resources and people, all 
that makes you a Prince. I will make you suffer first. You 
deserve to feel every pleasure pain has to offer before you 
die! You made me look like a fool! You made my family look 
like fools! You will pay! And first, I will kill your 
family!"
	This was human pride.
	"Sword! Sabre!" Blade roared.
	Two other life forms suddenly made themselves known 
to us. Like snakes they had laid in waiting for their preys. 
Now, with supernatural speed they struck, fangs dripping 
with venom.
	The tentacles on their flying metal contraptions 
lashed out at us, sending us flying with ease. The ground 
met me, slapping me with rough hands. The air above me move. 
Here the pain would come. I would not cry out. I would not 
scream like a child that at heart I surely was.
	"In the name of Venus, the Goddess of Love, I 
command you to stop!" Venuss voice rang out in the silence 
of the night. Her shadowed form stood out against the rising 
moon. She looked too much like Serenity. The other Inner 
Soldiers stood with her, four young and strong soldiers of 
justice.
	The blows from the metallic arms never came. Only 
Blades laughter and his kindreds silence. 
 	"Oh, the legendary Soldiers of the Moon Kingdom. 
You fought against one of my creations before, and you 
would have lost if it was not for this piece of meat," 
Blade said.
	An iron icy cold tentacle, encrusted with Wild 
Spirits dried blood, wrapped itself around my legs and 
strung me upside down for all to see. My head was spinning 
from the previous blow, and I could not gather my thoughts 
to summon my powers. I was helpless. Arms dangling, cape 
flapping in the wind. My sword fell in slow motion to the 
ground, impacting with a metallic sound.
	"You can do nothing. Or else your precious Prince 
dies," Blade said, addressing both my generals and the 
Inner Scouts. "Sword, Sabre. Destroy his family. Let them 
all watch. I want them to feel the pain we felt all those 
years ago."
	Something flashed though my mind. A vision. A dream. 
My mind was in turmoil. I did not know what to make of it. 
A beach. Sparkling waters, golden sand. Gentle roar of the 
waves as they crashed apon the rocks. Laughter. Sweet, 
happy, innocent.
	The splash of salt water. Children playing. Joy. 
Three figures. Two twins, boys. A younger girl, their sister. 
Smiling, laughing, playing. Water as clear as their future. 
To be happy. To rule together their peaceful neutral kingdom. 
The Light Kingdom.
	But something happened. Natural disaster. Thousands 
of asteroids entered their part of the galaxy. Enormous 
flaming rocks of destruction as they impacted with their 
worlds. The childrens parents where killed. They watched 
as they died slowly, crushed to death under fallen rubble.
	None of the other kingdoms had come to help in the 
aftermath. The Sun Kingdom wanted to remain neutral, and 
stay so, helping no one, despite the circumstances. The 
Crystal Star Kingdom never even knew of the destruction 
outside of its Space Divider field. And the Dark Dragon and 
Dark Earth was too occupied fighting the Moon and Black 
Moon. The Earth Kingdom just did not have the resources. 
And so the Light Kingdom became a very dead and lifeless 
kingdom. 
	Technology was all that remained for them now. And 
thus the kingdom was renamed the Shadow Kingdom, and the 
Weapons were born, sworn to crush those who had refused to 
help them in their hour of greatest need.
	This was why they attacked us. Not because of greed. 
Because they wanted to avenge their parents, their worlds. 
They attacked out of hate, and they too could not understand 
why man kind could be so cruel to others of their race. To 
leave them to die in such a way.
	I wanted to cry for them. I wanted to kill them. I 
was torn.
	Lights were coming on from the houses that 
surrounded us. The neighbours wondered and worried about 
the sounds outside their safe homes. 
	My little sister screamed, as did my Mother. There 
were shouts and curses from my Father. They cried became 
louder as they were brought outside. I, still upside down, 
stared with blind eyes at their frightened and confused 
forms struggling to be free of their steel bonds.
	The neighbours could contain their curiosity no 
longer. They ventured out. More curses as they saw the 
display. Some ran back inside. Perhaps to call the police. 
I really did not care.
	"Any last words, Prince Endymion?" Blade said to me, 
grinning. "Because after you family dies, and your generals 
and their loves, you will too. And they will all die like 
your horse did." He smiled softly at me, as if it was all a 
sick joke. "Did you like killing him?"
	He laughed, taunting me. 
	My generals slowly stood up, as did the soldiers. 
	Blade glared at them, and the creature apon which 
he stood shot out green glowing ropes of energy. They did 
not even have time to lift their hands to call apon their 
powers when the ropes reached them and encircled them, 
pinning their arms to their sides, making them as useless 
as I was.
	The end had come. There had been a beginning. When 
I learnt of my name. Endymion. 
	And this was the end. 
	I closed my eyes and awaited Death. I would not 
watch as those I love died. I had not the courage. And it 
pained me that I could not see Serenity before I died.
	Well, love, farewell. Be happy. 
	I will always love you.

End Part Four, Chapter Three.

