Editing Arrivederci (section)

== CHAPTER 6: Three Down, One More to Go. ==
   During her time as queen, Treyon liked the queen, sure, but he never really like liked her like everyone else did. To be honest, he never really like liked anyone, really only making acquaintances, never friends. Yeah, he was the Jester, it was his job to make people laugh and put on a show, but he never really liked his job in the first place. He liked being funny, but he didn’t like the mockery that followed the job.

So yeah, he never really liked the queen. That was, until she left. The chaos that followed her disappearance really made him realize how much the kingdom needed her. When she returned, he was so extremely relieved that she was finally back. When Zaion somehow revealed himself to April, he felt a pang of jealousy, but he’s pretty sure everyone did. When Zaion came to him about his troubles, though, he sympathised for him. That made the moment that Saurmont and Raymon revealed themselves to April a bit easier to bear.

He only wondered now, when was it his turn? By now, it had been two, almost three months since Raymon revealed himself. Why was it talking him this long to be able to reveal himself to April? He didn’t get it. By this point, they had already finished a majority of the town, only about a block or two to go, and right now he was sitting on top of a house because he didn’t want to do anything to help.

He could tell it was Raymon that sat next to him just by the way he sat. Legs out, dangling over the roof, his elbows on his thighs and hands holding his head. Treyon sighed and looked over at him.

“What.”

“What, what?” Raymon looked at him.

“I mean, what are you doing here?”

“Just checking up on you, seeing how you’re feeling.”

“I’m feeling fine.”

“Really? Doesn’t sound like it.”

“Yeah, well, I am, so.”

“So?”

“So leave me alone- stop nagging me!”

He heard Raymon sigh and looked back at the sea of houses.

“Treyon… I know it’s hard that we’ve all revealed ourselves to April, but I promise you will be able to as well.”

“How did you do it?”

“I felt a need to comfort April. That’s kinda just how it happened. My heart ached as she was telling the story, so I comforted her.”

“That sounds too easy.”

“Maybe it is, but it’s all there is to it.”

“You sure? Just- a simple feeling?”

“Yep. And I know yours is going to come soon.”

Raymon patted Treyon on the back before he left back to the group. All Treyon could do was sit and hope Raymon was right.

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And, yeah, Raymon was right, because a few days later, Treyon got the feeling.

It started simple. The boys and April had taken to hunting to get their food. They didn’t want to travel 2 weeks in order to buy food because the boys couldn’t exactly buy anything, being ghost-ish and all, and they didn’t want to re-introduce the queen yet until they finished the town. So, hunting it was.

They had managed to get some pretty good game, although it usually always ended up being Raymon, Treyon and April going. Saurmont and Zaion stopped going because Saurmont couldn’t handle looking at a dead animal, and Zaion hated how they smelled.

They had gone out hunting and had gotten a few birds, rabbits, and squirrels, but not really anything big. It wasn’t until they walked further out to the field that they noticed some deer grazing around. Raymon spotted them first, putting a finger to his mouth and guesturing for them to get down. April followed, yet Treyon didn’t. He was still a ghost, why did he need to hide?

He followed as Raymon and April creeped up to the closest deer, Raymon docking an arrow and firing at the deer.

He missed.

The deer turned to look at them, but being a ghost, or only visible to April, the deer only saw April crouching on the ground. So naturally, the deer ran at April. Being too caught in shock, April didn’t move, and Raymon wasn’t as close to her as Treyon was. Treyon knew that the deer could easily take her out. He got a feeling in his legs that told him to run, to protect her, to make sure she was safe. He gripped the hilt of the sword that he decided to bring with and ran, sliding in front of April and swinging his sword in enough time that he slashed across the deer’s face, making it rear back in pain and run off.

Treyon stood there, holding the sword with a white-knuckled grip and breathing hard. He was able to collect his bearings when he felt a hand on his, turning to see April holding his hand. He dropped his sword and fell to the ground, hugging her in the process. She stroked his surprisingly long blonde hair, touched his tan skin, brushed over his blue dress shirt that fell over his black dress pants with his black dress shoes.

He pulled back out of the hug and looked into April’s shining green eyes the same way she looked into his baby blue eyes. He smiled. 

Yeah, they were gonna be fine.