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Earth and Fire must join as one
The moon alone should marry to none
Water and Wind together must be
Or see we the end of eternity
It was green, as it always is in our world. The flowers were blooming and birds were singing. You could hear the sweet nothings of lovers pretending they were the only two people in the world. You have no idea how much it annoyed me. Luna was looking at him in a star struck, dreamy fashion. He was looking at her as you would look at a piece of meat. She deserved better than him. She was refined, elegantly sitting with her purple sleeves trailing the ground. He was exactly the opposite. Even though he was a soldier, he was nobody. Still, she loved him. If the weather matched my mood the sun would be scared to shine right now, but it didn't match my mood, it matched their's. I turned from this sickening scene and trudged back to the palace. Has it really been only ten years since I walked this way with Luna countless times? Has it really been only ten years since we were the best of friends? Has it really been only ten years since I thought she loved me? But she had been only six and she could not have known love at six. She has probably forgotten all about that time, the time we spent together. It had all changed since he had come from nowhere. He didn't have parents, money, or any sort of possession. The sun was fading and the shadows stretched along my path. The palace loomed up in front of me. I was home.

Ariel had me in a hug as soon as I entered. "I could sense something was wrong." She said. Her blue eyes looked up at me expectantly. I smiled and said, "You always did know me best." Ariel innocently smiled, a feigned innocence, and led me to the main room of the palace. She patted a chair and told me to sit down and tell her about it. I sat but I did not open my mouth. She already knew what was wrong. It had been my problem for ten whole years, ever since he showed up. She got up from where she was sitting and hugged me again. "Never mind," she murmured, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She was right. I didn't want to complain to her again. She always shouldered most of my complaining without care but today I felt like sparing her the annoying details. I was just whining anyway. I guess being spoiled is something that comes from being the favorite child. Sadly, I could be very spoiled. It's not like I wanted to be that way I was just brought up that way. So when asked how I felt I often took at least an

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