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The Dereskian Queen	By : LadyMoria Category: +G through L > He-Man Views: 2856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two

She left the only city she had ever consciously known behind her without so much as a backward glance. She did not belong here, had never belonged here. There was another horizon ahead for her, somewhere beyond the next hills. A land that was emerald, rather than just green, a living oasis upon the face of the planet. She knew this, as an infant spider knows how to spin a web, without conscious thought.

She headed due westward, knowing in some hidden, backward part of her mind that this was the direction where her people dwelled. She had no method of transportation other than her own two feet, and had very few supplies with which to get to her destination. Yet this did not phase or even concern her. She was going home, and that was enough.

She crossed mountains, waded across rivers, walked over flat prairies. West was ever her direction. She ate little, and slept less. Caerlin did not concern herself with everyday things such as food or sleep; home was her one goal.

As she walked, a tune she had not known she remembered came into her mind. She began to hum it, and then the words came spilling forth from her mouth. The notes in a language she had always known, but had merely forgotten, echoed over the hills.

“Otë mo fen dôr, ki’n thæ neson to. Tumantë valü rot gaene. Ki’n punt il orods ferk
anonë, kan ris il vanna toïl. Mantë ëars eii toil otë gaers feret llorlïe, ki thæ reüusk iss il falas, tet tirn il unfalas gaer.

Ki hach urë t’ il andúne.
Lidor li we nesurë derem.
Li mae ur kan li anonë.
Lidor li we nekhil rem,
Ne yuthë gui ki nänd.
Ki hauch urë t’il andúne.
Ki hauch urë t’il andúne.

Ki we iantet raste semi ti veture wëe menel, kan ki we thpor por rem arad mantë valar talment soun dôr. Mantë minas gond barad ith darat tet nanës pagalen, proo mez calli wod barń tet li, mez cuivië emuin, ath ëaren.

Ki hach urë t’ il andúne.
Lidor li we nesurë derem.
Li mae ur kan li anonë.
Lidor li we nekhil rem,
Ne yuthë gui ki nänd.
Ki hauch urë t’il andúne.
Ki hauch urë t’il andúne.

Qui anar anné wend isil, kan celeb elen fern il kith, otë recam hindë seden emyn, rot mantë re athar. Súl, mez cáno; kemen, mez deen; mez seunda, alda. Tathar wëe il duin kai, we meyone ki’t athar.

Ki hach urë t’ il andúne.
Lidor li we nesurë derem.
Li mae ur kan li anonë.
Lidor li we nekhil rem,
Ne yuthë gui ki nänd.
Ki hauch urë t’il andúne.
Ki hauch urë t’il andúne.”

As the song receded into the hills, Caerlin allowed herself a smile. It was the first genuine smile that had ever appeared upon her lips. It felt comfortable to her, and humming the same tune, she continued over the hills.

She did not stop to rest that night, for she could feel in her bones that she was nearing her destination. She walked through the rise of the white and blue moons and kept on until the eldest, red moon had appeared in the sky. She looked up at the mother moon and her daughters, for she knew in some part of her mind that the moons were feminine, and waved slowly, as if to an old friend.

“Eläni” she whispered up to the red moon, and knelt upon the ground as she would to a favored deity. She did not know where the name came from, or what its significance was, she knew only that the rise of the red moon triggered the name “Eläni”.

She grinned up at the moons, and then continued her journey, knowing that she was being watched over by the planet’s three satellites. The feeling was not an unwelcome one.

As the sun rose behind her, she came to the apex of a rather large mountain she had been climbing for the past few days. She looked down upon the valley, and her breath stopped in her chest.

Caerlin gazed down upon an enormous valley, almost completely surrounded by mountains. The valley seemed to be a glittering, glimmering jewel, filled with the greenest hills she had ever seen. There was a great city at its center, with buildings made from white and black marble, and tiny, quaint villages in the outer vestiges of the valley. She gazed longingly at the great city, which she presumed was the capital.

I know this place, she thought. I was born here.

A great feeling of peace filled Caerlin to the core, and she knew, looking down upon the emerald hills, the little towns, the glamorous capital, that she had found what she had been looking for.

She was home.
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She waited until the sun had risen completely over the mountains, not wanting to miss a moment of the glorious land before her.

In truth, perhaps, she was a little nervous. She had known instinctively which direction to travel, but now that she had reached her homeland, it was as if any directional sense she had possessed had completely vanished. She was not completely sure where it was she should go.

Caerlin’s eyes were immediately drawn to the capital city. If I’m to find any answers, she thought to herself, I will surely find them there.

She began her descent down the mountains and into the shining valley below. The descent took far less time than climbing the mountain had. By the time the sun was high in the sky, she had traveled about three- fourths the way down the mountain.

She continued down, without stopping even once. She had made up her mind over the course of her journey that this was where she belonged, and she would stay here regardless of what happened.

It took two more days after descending the mountain to reach the outskirts of the capital city. She paused to rest t in in that time, spending the night in the barns of local farmers and picking ripe fruit off of their trees. The owners did not notice her.

She approached the city well rested and fed. She looked at the surrounding architecture with both familiarity and awe. It almost seemed as if the land was built to suit the buildings, so well did they blend with the rolling hills. Every building was aesthetically pleasing in color and shape. There were no ugly, square corners or anything even remotely displeasing to the eye. It seemed to Caerlin that the land of her people must truly be the most utopian in existence.

As the city grew more and more awake, Caerlin caught snippets of the many conversations around her. To her utter amazement, she found that she could understand most of what everyone was saying. She found the many of the people were looking at her with sort of incredulous looks in their eyes. Caerlin supposed that this was simply because they had never seen her before.

At least the people here have my same hair-color, she thought amusedly. But, looking into their eyes, she found that very few, if any people had the same, amethyst coloring of her own eyes. They either had the same pale blue of the Blue Moon, or they had a sort of darkened red, similar to the coloring of the Red Moon.

She slowly reached what must have been the royal palace. If anyone knew where her place in the city should be, she figured it must be the king and queen, or at least some kind of royal minister. She worked up her courage and approached the guards stationed outside.

In the language she had never known she remembered, she said slowly, “Excuse me, I’m here to see the-”

To her amazement, the guards drew back their weapons in royal salute, and bade her to enter.

With wide eyes, she stepped cautiously forward. “The king and queen?” she finished.

She walked into the palace steadily; looking through the hallways, regarding them with the same revered familiarity she had viewed the outer buildings.

Caerlin wandered through the hallways, letting her newly returned sense of direction lead the way. She found herself soon in the upper levels of the palace, and then she was in the throne room.

Suddenly, a female servant bustled in the room, and exclaimed, “Oh, there you are. The queen and king have been looking everywhere for you. Come along, come along, now.”

“But I-e tre tried to interject, but was unable to as the servant pushed her steadily forward into the rooms behind the throne rooms.

Caerlin tried to see where they were going, trying to take it in, but the servant pushed her along too quickly to notice the direction she was taking.

Finally, they arrived, at a doorway with a great jade and marble engraved door. The servant opened it for her, pushed her inside, and left, closing the door behind her.

Caerlin turned to look back at the closing door, when a voice, distinctly feminine, called out behind her.

“Ah, Moria, there you are. We were looking for you, dear.”

Caerlin felt a hand on her shoulder and began to turn around, saying in a soft voice, “No, there must be some mistake, you see I–”

She finished her turn and her breath was swept away as she stared into the most wondrous eyes she had ever seen. The queen, for that must have been who she was, was truly one of the most beautiful people in the world, she decided.

She was dressed regally in silver and blue, with a small circlet of beaten silver just over her thin eyebrows. In her hand was a crystal goblet, with light refracting blue and purple into Caerlin’s eyes. The eyes of the queen were the exact same shade of Caerlin’s own, but such vitality they held!

The queen was not looking directly at her, but Caerlin could tell that the queen watched her from the corner of her eyes.

“Now, now, Moria, there’s to be none of that.” The queen slowly began to sweep her gaze over Caerlin’s body, looking at her outfit. “You’ll have to change before tonight, but that can be arranged. Now then, your father and I have every faith in your ability to host an event such as thi-” The queen’s eyes locked with Caerlin’s, and dull shock appeared in the older woman’s eyes. She nearly dropped her glass, so apparent was her distress.

“You’re not Moria. …Who are you, that looks so much like my daughter?”
A voice came in from the hallway. Its owner entered quickly from a side passage. “Were you calling for me, Mother? Forgive me, I was just changing my clothes for toni-” The new entry took one look at Caerlin, and she stopped in mid-sentence.

Had Caerlin been capable of conscious thought, she would have noted that this pausing mid-word seemed to happen a lot around her. As it was, her mind had stopped functioning the moment this woman entered the room. The younger woman was dressed in the same colors as the queen, but her clothing was more shape-fitting and less billowy.

However, it was her facial features that made Caerlin pause. The other young woman appeared her same age, and her features… were identical to Caerlin’s own. The only difference was the eye color. Whereas Caerlin’s eyes were brilliant amethyst of the queen, the other girls had the same, perfect blue that Caerlin had seen in the streets of the city.

“Who are you?” came all voices at once: the queen’s, the young woman’s, and Caerlin’s own.

Caerlin turned to face the queen again, and then looked again at the other young woman. She noticed that her double also wore a circlet of silver. This was the princess Moria, then. No wonder the queen had taken her to be her daughter.

The queen whipped her free hand out and gently cupped Caerlin’s face, looking deeply into her eyes.

The younger woman’s lower lip trembled slightly, unsure of what was going on.

The queen looked at her long and hard, staring deep into her eyes, and recognition slowly dawned upon her.

This time, the goblet did drop from her hand, shattering upon the floor into a hundred gleaming pieces.

“Caerlin!” The queen exclaimed, and wrapped her arms around the young woman.

“Caerlin?!” came the princess’ confused question. The woman in question locked eyes with Moria, an equally confused glance reflected in her eyes.

“Caerlin, it’s you! You’ve come back!” the princess shouted, and ran to her as well, wrapping herself around her long-lost sister.

Now twice as confused, Caerlin looked at the queen, and heard her crying softly.

“Please, please don’t cr-” A memory flashed from somewhere deep in her mind. This woman, the queen, singing softly to her as she was falling asleep. And next to her, already sleeping, was the Other. Her sister, she realized.

“Moria?” she asked, the memory blurring to the present.

Her mind coming back to the present, she was aware of the queen’s hand upon her face. She looked up at the older woman with tears in her eyes.

“M-mother?” she asked as the drops fell down her cheeks and onto her chest.
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Translation of the song above:
In this fair land, I’ll stay no more, here labor is in vain. I’ll seek the mountains far away, and leave the fertile plain. Where waves of grass in oceans roll into infinity, I stand ready on the shore, to cross the inland sea.

I am going to the West,
You say you will not go with me,
You turn your eyes away,
You say you will not follow me,
No matter what I say,
I am going to the West,
I am going to the West.

I will journey to the place that was shaped by heaven’s hand, and I will build for me a bower, where angel’s footprints mark the land. Where castle rocks in towers high kneel to valleys wide and green, all my thoughts are turned to you, my waking hope, my sleeping dream.

I am going to the West,
You say you will not go with me,
You turn your eyes away,
You say you will not follow me,
No matter what I say,
I am going to the West,
I am going to the West.

And when sun gives way to moon, and silver starlight fills the sky, in the arms of those last hills is where I’m bound to lie. Wind, my blanket, Earth, my bed, my canopy, a Tree. Willows by the river’s edge, will whisper me to sleep.

I am going to the West,
You say you will not go with me,
You turn your eyes away,
You say you will not follow me,
No matter what I say,
I am going to the West,
I am going to the West.
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