Silver Reunion [COMPLETE]

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"Aurora, come here for a second,"
"What is it, brother?"
"Rora, I want you to meet..."

It was a sunny morning, just like now. The introduction was short but it was one of the best days of her life. She was small, and the two boys were like giants from her point of view. They were tall but they were not scary like other boys she met. When Arthur was by her side, she felt she could be as tall as them, and she felt the same way with the new friend Arthur introduced to her.

What was his name?

"Rora?"

The name brought goosebumps all over her body. She felt like electrified. Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes could not help but to just stare at the figure. The scene slowly diminished and a different background took place. The same man, but now with someone else beside him. Her eyes felt teary once again. It was Arthur, extending a hand to her direction exactly like the day he introduced her his friend.

Rayne gritted her teeth, watching the nostalgic memory vanished and reality took its place. He looked just like him- like Finnian. She wobbly got up from her knees and stood there, frozen like a deer under spotlight. Her eyes locked on the man's face while her mind went around in circle. Is it some kind of a sick joke? She furrowed her eyebrows, feeling angry of sort.

"Who are you?" She demanded a name, or an explanation even. It could not be Finn. Everyone should have died! They died- being slaughtered in the war or through time. She was not sure what she should do.

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She could not move, her body just was not working like her brain demanded. Did her brain really want her to move? She felt her whole system went hay-wired. The evening when men crashed through the door of Lucienta house was the day she thought her life would be over. Death was not as quick and painless as sleep like people said. It was slow and suffocating, especially when she was granted power to regenerate.

Her dark blue eyes glanced aside and then down. There's no way this was the same Finn. She closed her eyes and clenched her hands over her chest rightly. There must be some mistake here. This could be a coincidence- a very unusual coincidence- someone who looked like Finn, called her Rora, because Rora was just a nickname.

"Tierney Finnian Monroe at your service. But, at one point you simply called my Finn,"

Rayne instantly opened her eyes and quickly looked up so her eyes could see the man once again. Something about the name made her tongue tingled to speak. "Finn?" She managed to call out the name, gently. She felt... hurt, inside. She curled her fingers into tight fists. Nails dug deep into her skin. The pain reminded her this was reality.

Finn was standing there right now.

She walked slowly towards him, keeping as much courage as she could to do so. Inside, she felt strong wave hit her to sway and unable to walk properly, but she would not let Finn see this.

"Finn..." She repeated the name. She stood in front of him now. Her eyes studied the man's and then closed from the view. Emotions built up inside her but she could not tell what they were. Was it happy? Was it overjoyed? Was it sad? Rayne opened her eyes.

"But how..." She wanted to ask how he stayed alive until now, but she ended up crying. She gasped, brought her hands up to her face and wiped the clear tears away. She shut her lips and held her breathe, trying to suck in the feeling to cry right in front of someone who she knew will tease her for this.

"Arthur, he... I... " She tried to say it. She tried to tell him the man they both loved was dead and it was because of her. He died for her.

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So she was not alone, after all. Day after day she prayed for the ones she loved to be well and fine in a world far from her. She thought she was all alone, to be trapped here for eternity. Eternity- how she wished she could be forever and eternally be with Arthur and others. Would not that be a better world and life? A hand gently brushed her cheek woke her up from her dilemma. She looked up to meet Finn's eyes and studied them like he was a rare specimen. He really was- someone who she thought had died.

"Little Aurora, don't you know I'm a hard bastard to kill?"

His remark made the young Hermes- no, Lucienta- laughed. She giggled, and it was a type of giggles that people found honest and full of overjoy. It was a type of giggles that she hardly ever made in her life as Rayne Hermes. Finnian was their- her and Athur's- close friend. They both trusted him more than anyone and for Rayne personally, Finnian was like her second big brother. He was here, when Arthur couldn't, and when both of them were together, they brought light and sun in her life. Rayne was very comfortable around the purple-haired man, who she seek his warmth when she felt cold and being pushed away for being a woman, not a man.

"Arthur didn't die because of you, little bit. He died for you. He died for you to live, and I promised to protect you through the centuries. It was my duty to do so"

She listened to his words of comfort. Her eyes dropped low as she felt her heart clenched tightly in emotions. "Arthur..." She muttered the name. Her hands freed themselves and raised up to the side of head. She muttered, "He's such an idiot. I knew that warmth feeling when I woke up was his. He... how could he do this to me?" she did raise her voice at the end of her sentence, feeling angry and hurt because her brother decided to do something that she never asked for. She never wanted this- to be separated from him like this! Tears fell like rain down her cheeks and to the ground, leaving damp stains on the soil. She brought a hand over to the bottom half of her face to hide her face behind her palm.

She stopped and grabbed him in instant. Her eyes looked bewildered as she asked him. "Where is his grave? You did not leave him alone did you?! You were with him, right?!" Her nails dug deep into his sleeves as she held him by his arms, seeking whatever left of her brother.

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She loved her brother the most of all people. He was sweet and caring. His smile lightened her day even when it was cloudy or raining. His return from a long journey always exciting for her. "I'm back" he said and before he could take a step in to the home he will one day lead as his father's worthy heir, he was welcomed with tight warm embrace of his younger sister.

"I'm back, Aurora."

At least once, she wanted to be able to say the two words to him. At least, at his grave where he was resting. She wanted to say the words and to thank him for his sacrifices, but- she can't, can she?

Rayne was devastated by his answers. His explanation was slow and was fading in her mind. It was almost like she slowly took few steps back from him and hid behind an opaque veil, unable to face or accept his clarification. Her fingers continued to grip hard on his arm sleeves, but her eyes- they were dark and vicious. She felt something tingled at the back of her mind, and was burning up in anger. Her eyes, that were dark blue in color, slowly turned crystal blue with what it seemed to be mist in silver lingered in the iris.

Her brother- Arthur was an honorable man. He was a king- HIS king, THEIR loved one. At least a proper burial could make his death memorable. She was so angry she could feel her body emitted steams- little she realized the steams were real, and actual aura. She let one hand go, took a step behind and before an eye could blink, her fingers curled into a tight fist and she threw a punch right at the man's face. Her voice rang in the air, "YOU JERK!"

She gritted her teeth, wishing she could just... just...

Rayne cried. She just couldn't do it. Finn was still someone she treasured, and even though what he did was unacceptable, she just couldn't hurt him. She felt her strength left her and instantly, she dropped to the ground, sobbing. "Why wouldn't you stay with him?! At least till he died. At least... he wouldn't die alone! I wish I could strangle you and see if you like to be dead without a proper grave to lie in. But... Arthur..." She cried harder.

Arthur, I'm sorry.