So, I see that you've stumbled onto my tiny corner of . I'm not here to talk of my self. My life or are not ones I wish to remember for you now, one day perhaps, but not now. It has all been said, in many different ways, but still said. It seems vain to tell the story of my life when so many others have told it before. No, I'm here for other things.

I am Keith Alexander Dewar. Perhaps you have heard of me, if not, allow me to introduce myself. I have been called a child, a man, merciful death…. I am none of these things. I am all of these things. I have been called these by many and few. I am a warrior. My stroke is swift and merciful. I reign Champion Supreme of Arus and protect its Angel from evil. She who causes me to sit here now and write these words.

I want to share with you the experiences of my life now. Of how I came to be on Arus at the tender age of 18.

It was hot and we were tired. 'We' being the lone survivors of an entire fleet warriors, yes, survivors is the correct word. We had just experienced our fist bitter taste of defeat. Most of my men remained behind on the accursed planet Callydian, and no doubt there they would tarry until their end. In unspoken agreement we concluded that those who had not lived long enough to see the filthy hell-hole that was Doom were the lucky ones. They were now one with the cosmos. Floating, no tether, no space craft. Surrounded by stars, a sun near you, perhaps a planet below you. What an exorbitant last indulgence!

I promised myself I would get to this planet and bow to its King if it was the last thing I did. It almost was. Injured, spirits broken, and hearts heavy we traveled across the barren land, dodging handmade spears every step of the way. What had I imagined this place to be? Camelot… had I thought of it before much the same as the hero in Twain's book who happens upon the mystical land and had mistaken it for his nineteenth century home.

"'Bridgeport?' said I…
"'Camelot,' said he."

Camelot this was not. At least not anymore.

Half the castle lay in a neat heap. It's King lay in a neater one below it. But how were we to know the horror of the past was only a prologue to a future shaped from the finest tomorrows? It must have been evident, things could not have gotten any worse. But, that was when we first saw her. Only a child at the time, or so it seemed, but an angel none the less. It's strange what one thinks at times like these… Angels need assumed bodies, not for them selves, but on our account…

Allura, my love. It took us time to look at her as human, with hopes and dreams like the rest of us. All we knew was that she was ours and we were hers. Because of her, without a second thought, we vowed our lives to protect this foreign soil; we had a reason once more. Who cared where we came from? We were there, a brightly burning candle lighting the dark!

Many write of our , there's even a of sorts. Others knew what we would not, could not, admit. Love is needing, Allura once said. Allura is not a needer. Even though we flew apart at times, it was always in the same skies.

I can remember the exact moment I had fallen in love with her, though I had loved her long before then, only at this time was I to finally admit it. I also knew that her love was and would be the only real happiness I had really ever known.

It wasn't that she had that lost waif quality that make other men yearn to protect her, no Allura was stronger than that and every one knew it. She wasn't like some women in her court who lead you to believe that they couldn't make it through dinner with out the assistance of God and the nearest male. It was the little things.
See that day as I remember it…

The night had been quiet.

The shrill rush of the wind grazing her golden curls in the unlit night filled her ears… united with something else. It must have started low, for she did not realize its' presence until it had already captured her. Arrested her and pulled her to lean perilously over the balcony railing into its breeze. With her eyes closed she let the wind lick gently at her face and neck, not noticing the hair that created a golden halo around her head.

For one precious instant, even through the crumbling buildings and burnt earth, the glorious beauty of what this place was came back. It was the beautiful marble that was once her home and the foaming sea beyond that, she could still smell it's presence. It's not a dream, she thought! You don't have it in you to dream such things!

Stronger and stronger it grew until she wondered how her burning world could hold so much of heaven. And who sent it here? Was it just for her?

The lilting sounds dug deep. Deeper, deeper, even deeper till those long lost were uncovered. Mother - with her soft short golden locks. Someone had told Allura that she once wore it long, but cut it in one of her mad rages when her twin had suffered in her name. It was so like her to do that. Father - his mischievous grin framed by wild brown hair… this was once their home, too. Home to their careless embraces; they were so in love!

She sank deeper and deeper, someone played far off into the night, perhaps in the forest. The pain of remembering was only minute, why should something so beautiful cause so much grief?

Soon, there was nothing but the music. Weeping….formless thoughts unable to materialize in this state. She wasn't aware of the tears that softly slid down her cheek, for there was nothing else but the music that played for the living and the dead.

The music caressed her like a lover. Faint music. It couldn't be very far, maybe its source was hidden by the dark distant brush of the forest?

Such a beautiful noise! It's highs and lows carried her with it longing to embrace her, her longing to embrace it. Lovers danced in her head as tender feelings passed over her. The far off sound was so human! It's emotions so real! Her heart pounded loudly and her chest heaved as the strings merged together to form a sound so entirely personal. It said things to her that she could never put into words.

The music drifted from its low painful despair, to a higher longing, yearning pinnacle. She could feel its warmth on her bare shoulder. She gently tilted her head to rub her cheek across it, but when it moved to touch her in return she gasped, and it was all lost.

"Allura, what are you doing?" asked Keith quietly, smiling down at her.

She grinned back and wiped at her tear stained face with the back of her hand. As she turned to face him he placed both of his warm hands on her cold shoulders. "Did you hear it?," she asked trying to hide the quivering of her voice.

"Hear what," he asked looking down at her with concern? "Allura, you're freezing. Let's get you inside."

"No, wait," she said pulling from his grasp and turning back to the night sky. "Listen."

He paused a moment, waiting to hear something. "Hmmm, that's nice. Now let's go."

"Keith!" she laughed at him truly disappointed in his inability to enjoy life's little things. He was always in such a hurry keeping himself busy that she doubted he knew how to enjoy these small things she so cherished.

"Sweetie, what ever it was made you cry," he said wiping at her damp face with his thumb. " Can it be all -"

She silenced him with her finger. "Haven't you ever cried because you were happy? Because something so beautiful touched you here," she asked taking his other hand and holding the back of it against her heart.

The gesture caught him off guard. The softness and warmth of her flesh made him stiffen and he looked about. "I don't hear anything." He said again nervously.

"Because you don't listen," she whispered. Still holding his hand at her chest, she swept her fingers across his eyes to close them. He opened them immediately and she repeated the motion again. "Close," she whispered. "Don't say a word."

"Now listen," she said suddenly, letting her hand trace a path down his face to rest over his heart. It was beating quite fast and his breathing was quick to match. "Relax," she whispered grazing her fingertips across his hard chest innocently. She could feel his stance slacken under her fingertips as she had instructed him to do, and only then did she close her eyes too.

She would know when he heard it, when he felt it as she had. "Forget about everything for one moment," she whispered. But, feeling uncomfortable, he opened his eyes and grasped her hand at his chest and said, "Allura, I - "

A stern look from her silenced him, and he assumed his position in front of her, but this time his free hand rested on top of hers at his chest, while she still held his fast. He closed his eyes after one last look at her peaceful face.

There was something there. Something far off - something so small that it could have been the memory of something. What was it? Crying? Thoughts of his mother…..

His heart skipped; Allura felt it. "You hear it…." She whispered when he tensed again, but he released the tension and melted beneath her fingers.

"I-I think. What is it?" he whispered back.

She tried to breathe slowly, but the pace of the strings being pulled and the feel of his heart beating beneath her hand quickened, and she was lost. They remained silent as the distant solo broke into a lovers dance, which ended as soon as it began and then returned once more to its haunting soulful melody.

The night was gone, everything was gone. They stood together, but at a great distance. She knew that the seductive music had captured him, too. His breathing became slow and even once more and his grasp on her loosened. She knew this without thoughts, for once she felt connected to him.

Time had no meaning. It passed, and passed, and passed. She knew not how long they stood there allowing the soft winds from the sea to blow over them. It must have been some time, for they breathed as one as the idyllic notes changed and grew with the beating of their hearts.

In her youth she had day dreamed ceaselessly to music.

Hold me, hold me, hold me, she begged of the music as the tears once more slipped from beneath her closed eyelids. She wanted nothing but to know it completely, with her soul and being. She let her head fall with the highs and lows, allowing it to rest back as it notes caressed her neck and ears.

She felt she could touch the exquisite melody with her own hands. It was hard, yet yielding. It exhaled with each beat, perhaps as her own chest rose and fell. Her hand explored its endless beauty.

The cold breeze that once caressed the skin of her face was replaced with a warm, tender one. Slow and even, it too moved with the haunting euphony as an exquisite heat engulfed her. Her head fell into the melody's soft hands; it supported her, held her tight, entranced her as it became quicker and quicker. Her chest heaved and breath came quickly as she gave in fully to the music.

The music embraced her, she could feel its beating with her whole body. It trembled, as it's notes reached a frenzied ecstasy. She felts its moistness on her lips, she breathed it in through her open mouth. A prolonged note extended taking the breath from her, unable to breathe until it finished. Holding her breath until she could taste it.

It brushed gently across the needing flesh of her lips. Tightening her grip on it….

Hold me, hold me, and do not leave me with anything but this!

The music reached its final climax as it claimed her, body and soul. She moaned softly as its lips pressed tenderly, desiring the same passion, against hers. Again, she welcomed the warmth of its embrace and tightened hers as she fought for the control she had long ago lost. Their lips danced as the melody grew faster and faster.

This was what she longed for. Pleasure raged through her in fluttering spasms.

And then suddenly it was over. It took moments to recover from the shock and burning. She felt hands on her face. One grasping her hair the other clasped to her wet cheek. Keith's forehead was pressed tightly against her own, his panting breath warmed her face, while his heaving body warmed hers.

He rubbed his head against her, sweating, and gasped. Only then did she realize her hands wrapped tightly around his back and neck. Panting, he pulled fistfulls of hair to her face and placed his lips gently on her cheek.

His eyes opened and he looked deep into her languid ones. He pulled her into a tighter embrace and she buried her face in his neck. His heart beast so fast as he hugged her close to him. She felt his lips on her hair at the crown of her head as he finally caught his breath.

"I'm sorry, Princess, I -"

She once more stopped him with a graceful finger. He kissed her finger. He loved her.

 

Is there more you wish to know? There is more I wish to say, but time and energy hold me back. Soon there will be more.