by Kidoros


Disclaimer: All items contained on these pages are non-profit amateur fiction. The Enchantments of Flesh and Spirit, The Bewitchments of Love and Hate, The Fulfilments of Fate and Desire and all characters named in those books are the copyright of Storm Constantine and her publishers. No infringement on the copyrights are intended. These stories are for personal enjoyment only and should be reproduced, electronically or otherwise, only for this purpose and never for profit of any sort.
Spoiler: settles after the three books.

Comments: This is my first Wraeththu fanfic. I never wrote fanfics about characters from other people just about real persons (musicians from Japanese rockbands). I hope it is not that bad. It didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to do.


We’re all dreaming.

We live in our dreams.

And sometimes they mean more to us then the thing we call reality.

Soft moonlight showed through the window at a lone figure sitting on a windowsill staring out into the darkness. Long gold-blonde hair framed a lovely face. One could wonder what would keep a princess awake in the middle of the night but when one would look closer one would see that this beautiful creature was neither woman nor man.

A new world had been born out of the old one in which human’s right in the order of evolution had been replaced by a new generation of beings emerged from the male human bodies.

Its Tigrina played loneliness’ companion.

Even though the wraeththu believed themselves above the humans their emotions were still the same. A cruel lesson, which he had learned so long ago.

At such an unholy hour he could shut his title out and could pretend that everything was all right. An image of another life, of another har appeared in his mind. A nearly forgotten time where he remembered happiness and his love for his singing voice.

But then someone decided something else and nothing was the same anymore. He suddenly found himself in a situation he never wanted to be. He was the consort of the most powerful har in the wraeththu world. He should be happy that he was lucky enough to be Tigrina, right?

When he closed his eyes he felt incredible emptiness spread through his whole soul.

He was just a nice doll, at the side of a significant Tigron, playing the drama queen. A little fleeting smile touched his lips. This behaviour never failed to annoy Pell to no end. Cal was most of the time just amused.

Cal…the other Tigron, the person he feared the most turned into somewhat similar like an ally. He made his place in the hierarchy bearable. He made him understand that he would never gain what he wished for.

Had you ever loved someone even though you realized that this love would do you no good?

He knew Pell loved him somewhere in the depth of his heart in his own strange way but not enough for him being an important part in Pell’s life.  This part was reserved for Cal.

It didn’t matter what they both said or did. He would always be the stranger in this relationship. It seemed like his presence was only a whisper in the wind beside the two sensuous beings.

He was beautiful, yes, but his beauty was shallow. If one cared to look behind the mask one would recognize its fading traces. His mask…he wore it too often to be able to let it go now. On his way to realization he lost himself in his dance of masquerade and carnival.

A sad creature in his golden cage with no escape because of the person who set him up in this trap wouldn’t let him spread his broken wings anymore to fly into his freedom.

And sometimes when you shake a snowball to watch little white pieces flowing in the water like tiny snowflakes around a magnificent palace, maybe then you can see for a short moment a small shadow at one of the window staring at the glass wall, which surrounded its world, playing courtship with its imitation of illusion.

Alone with its strange collection of thoughts.

Alone with wasted dreams it defended.

The End


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