Mrythdom: Game of Time (49 page)
Aurelius shook his head, still uncomprehending. Lashyla turned to point to the fountain, and suddenly Aurelius understood. He remembered that when he’d first come to the underwater city he’d been escorted through the city by trident-bearing guards on his way to meet the queen. Here in this antechamber he’d stopped to admire the strange coral sculpture growing up out of the center of the cracked and broken crystal fountain. He remembered that the sculpture had been of a man and a woman, each wearing a crown, their hands clasped and raised above their heads. An engraving at its base had read: “The first Queen and King of Meria.” Now, instead of that sculpture, there was just a brightly glowing mound of green and blue coral.
“That confirms it, then,” he said. “We’ve arrived before Meria was even founded.”
Lashyla shook her head. “Where are the maidens?” she asked in a sudden, panicky voice.
“They haven’t even been born yet,” he whispered.
She shook her head, and he squeezed her in a tight hug, holding her still. “Lashyla, I think all those people you knew, or most of them, anyway . . .” He took a breath as the truth really hit him for the first time. “They’re our descendants.”
Her eyes grew wider still. “Our . . .”
“That sculpture that was here, that was us.
We
were the first king and queen of Meria.” He smiled faintly and gestured broadly to the dark and lonely halls of the city. “We have a lot of empty space to fill.”
Lashyla broke free of his embrace and turned in a quick, dizzy circle. He watched shock warring with confusion on her face. She cast a fearful look behind her, as if the empty corridor might suddenly be filled with some unseen terror. “Everyone is gone?”
“Everyone.”
She turned slowly back to face him, and then they just stood there, separated by a few paces, staring into each other’s eyes and quietly sharing their shock. After a long while, Lashyla cracked a wry smile. “Not everyone is gone.”
He cocked his head, and she reached up to circle her arms around his neck and pull his lips down to hers. Then she kissed him, long and passionately, and when she finally broke away so that he could breath, her eyes were shining with hope, and her lips were stretched into a broad grin. “I still have you, Aurelius. You are my
everyone
.”
Aurelius grinned back at her and pulled her close, kissing her fiercely, and for the first time since he’d met her, he didn’t try to fight the rushing warmth of feelings he felt for her. He didn’t have to. She wouldn’t be like the other maidens had, constantly looking for a new man to mate with. The strange culture and politics of her people had disappeared. Her world had narrowed down to population one—so had his—and somehow, it didn’t matter to either of them. It just felt right, and that made their world population two.
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