Part VI: The True Love



	The sounds of laughter filled the spring air.  All around you, 
you can feel the happiness everyone is sharing with the world.  
Nature, herself, is having a merry day.
	Sitting on top of a cliff, Knightfall just stares out the 
horizon, stares into nature, stares away from civilization.  Down 
there, in civilization, all he could see were happy couples giggling 
about nothing in particular.  You can see love in their eyes, as well 
as their hearts.  Everyone was smiling that day...everyone, that is, 
except Knightfall.  The civilization down there thinks he's like a 
watcher.  He had pledged some kind of oath never to get involved with 
civilization, only to watch over them.
	He pities them, the people down there in civilization.  All 
loves die one day or another.  They have no idea what it feels like 
to lose that people they cherish most, to have their hearts torn into 
pieces, to finally learn that there is no meaning in life except life 
and death.
	Closing his eyes, he starts to meditate...it's the only way 
to find peace with himself.  He slowly shuts down all senses but 
there is always one that can never be at peace...his memories, one in 
particular.......

	There was only one person his eyes would allow to see, 
everything else was a complete blur.  Her name was Belle Fleur, which 
in English means beautiful flower and she unarguably fit that name.  
She was the most beautiful creature the gods have ever created and he 
feels as if he's the luckiest person just to see her.  Her face and 
body were flawless and her eyes...her eyes seemed to hypnotise him.  
It showed complete innocence.
	He knows that he shouldn't get too involved with her, after 
all, he is now 1184 years old.  He has seen everyone he knew die, he 
has already seen the Winshire Kingdom fall.  He has sworn to himself 
not to let anyone into his heart.  But something about her made him 
break his oath.  He even changed his name to Tombé Chevalier, which is 
French for fallen knight.
	She accepted him for who he was, what he was and didn't even 
tell anyone else about his...disease.  She didn't care about minor 
details.  He doesn't know if it was sincerity or stupidity but he 
didn't care.  They met when he saved her from an abusive boyfriend.  
No matter how much Chevalier has seen, in his heart, he can never stop 
himself from help others.  He walked over to Belle and bows gracefully 
at her, then picks up her hand and kisses it.  Belle giggles 
surprisingly.
	"May i have this dance, Mesmouselle?" Chevalier asked.
	His feet felt light to the ground as they danced around in the 
ballroom.  He felt something that he never did throughout his entire 
life.  Something he tried sheltering in the hope of never hurting 
anyone especially himself.  He began to realize that he is...in love.  
He couldn't live without her...and he would soon realize the truth of 
this later and for the rest of his life.
	"The music stopped, Monsieur Chevalier." Bell Fleur commented, 
more of a teasing sense then of observation.
	"Hmm? Oh, sorry, mesmouselle." Tombé apologized.
	"If I didn't know better, Monsieur, I'd think that you are 
breaking your oath" she said smiling.
	"Some oaths are meant to be broken"
	She gave a smile so seducingly that it just made his heart 
melt.  There was a brief silence between them as they just stared 
into each other's eyes.  For also in that brief time, he even forgot 
he was immortal.  The silence, though, was interrupted by her friends, 
Monsieur Triste Homme and Mesmouselle Embêtant Femelle.
	"Tell me, Monsieur, how old are you?" Mesmouselle Femelle 
questioned.
	"Um...I am..." Tombé stuttered.
	"He is 27, Embêtant" Fleur answered for him.
	"Really? He doesn't look older than 18." Monsieur Homme 
replied.
	"Heh he, that's because I have found the fountain of youth" 
Chevalier answered wittingly.
	"Very funny, Tombé.  Anyway, we are heading out to the 
Winshire Castle.  It seems they are having a little get-together for 
their daughter.  Would you like to join us?" Mesmouselle Embêtant 
asked.
	A sudden fear crept over Monsieur Chevalier.
	"Winshire Castle?"
	Belle knew about the story of what happened long ago and about 
the name Winshire Castle so she held his hand.  She could feel the 
trembling of it as if he suddenly lived the memory again.
	"Did I say Winshire?  I meant Finshire.  So how about it?  
Are you up to it?" she corrected.
	A sigh of relief came from Cavalier.
	"That's ok.  I was just about to be getting home.  Will you 
take me home Monsieur?" Mesmouselle said, mainly towards Tombé.
	"I would love to escort you home, Mesmouselle." he replied.