A Melting of a Heart Chapter 8
By Key Mima
Sunev padded up the carpeted stairs in the silent palace. The darkened corridors
contained no people. It was nearly midnight. It was... sort of eerie like
this, especially since she knew of the evil the building contained.
As she turned a corner, she saw a figure before her. At first she thought
it might be Magus, but a second look made her believe otherwise. It was
"Hey babes, you okay?" he asked, taking a step toward her.
"I'm fine," she replied, feeling her empty stomach churn her bile. She touched
her abdomen absently, and pain exploded where her fingers landed. She ignored
it. "I need some rest."
"The old lady shouldn't have done that to you. It's not like she hasn't been
late a few times." Sunev squinted at Dalton. What was he trying to pull?
He'd never been... this nice before.
"Well she's the queen," she said cautiously, "rules don't apply to her."
"I've been late before. Lotsa times. Never does anything to me."
"Well you use magic. That in itself makes you invincible."
"I guess." He stood there a moment more, then walked past her, his arm brushing
against hers. "I'll let you get some sleep. See ya tomorrow."
Sunev stood there after he was gone, contemplating what that outburst of
random kindness meant. But soon, her stomach hurt so much that she couldn't
think, and she started back to her room again.
When she entered, she found bags in the middle of the floor and Magus sitting
in a chair, reading.
He looked up presently, then returned to his book.
"Hello," he said.
"Hi..." Sunev began.
"If you're wondering why I'm here, it's because they're knocking down my
room to make a shrine to Lavos."
"You're kidding. It's not like he's worshipped too much already or anything..."
Magus grunted his agreement.
"Where should I sleep?" he asked, slapping the book shut and rising from
the royal blue armchair.
"Wherever you want. I could sleep on the floor if you want the bed." Of course
Sunev lied; the pain she felt wouldn't let her sleep comfortably anywhere
except a cloud.
"That's not proper. You have the bed. Maybe I can roll up some blankets and
use that as a bed-thing." Magus frowned at the idea, but raised his head
and smiled at her.
"Sure..." Sunev trailed off, lowering herself onto her bed carefully.
He opened the closet and pulled down some extra blankets and proceded to
roll them into a futon-type thing. Sunev watched him, somewhat blurrily.
The light from a blue candle danced on his... not handsome, but somewhat
attractive face. He looked annoyed with his work. Distracted somehow. Sunev
smiled at him. Why on Earth did she like him anyway?
She blushed, which, to her surprise, hurt.
He hadn't finished, but he got up and walked to her. He studied her bed sheets
and fiddled with his gloves.
"Are you alright?" he asked, a faint blush coming to his cheeks. "Everyone
in that room but my tyrant mother was worried for you. She had no right to
do that." Sunev forced a smile and turned crimson, which brought another
rush of unexpected pain.
"I'm fine," she whispered, looking into his red eyes.
"I don't believe you. You look sick." He reached out and grasped her around
the waist. "Come on, we're getting youto a doc-" He merely had time to pull
her off the bed before she spit up blood on him and started bawling.
Startled, Magus felt the warm liquid drip down his face. Sunev crumpled to
the ground and grasped her stomach, sobbing.
He fell to his knees before her and took her in his arms. The poor thing,
he thought. She never should have been put through this...
Sunev climbed blindly onto his lap, burying her face into his shoulder. Her
tiny frame trembled with each breath, and he knew every breath must have
hurt for her.
He was familiar with the spell his mother had cast. Called "Dark Reaction",
it was a slow working spell, whose worst effects were felt only after a long
time. Sunev's blood probably felt like fire, and each breath must have seemed
like a lungful of sand.
"Sunev," he whispered. "Sunev, calm down. Crying will only make it worse."
Sunev shook her head violently, her hair sticking to the blood on his face.
"Where does it hurt?" he asked, pulling away from her. She touched her navel.
"Okay, pull up your dress." He walked to his baggage and wondered how Dark
Reaction could affect her stomach. Had the queen... Well, certainly she was
capable, but would she have bent the spell to work on other organs? It was
as if she had mutated the spell to fit her will...
He pulled a mid tonic out of one of his bags and pondered this. He only wished
he could do that with his magic. Zeal was unimaginably powerful. Funny how
this little trip with Sunev could make him finally realize his mortality.
Sunev had pulled her skirt up to her chest, and although it looked bad, his
intentions were only to help her.
"Drink some," he said, lifting the small crystal bottle to her lips. She
gasped for air and gulped, but he pulled it away before she could drink it
"I can't breathe, Magus," she choked out. His heart filled with pity for
"It's only the spell, Sunev. Feels like steel wool, huh?" Sunev nodded, her
eyes wide and her pupils dilated beyond recognition. A red foam was at her
lips. She looked like a wild animal about to die. The spell wasn't fatal.
He wondered if his mother could have changed that, too.
He pulled off the top of the vial and poured the rest of the tonic onto her
bare stomach. He rubbed it in until it was totally absorbed. A bruise about
a foot wide tainted the skin of her abdomen and he winced at the memory of
bruises like those he had had in his childhood. She shouldn't go through
what he did, or anything like it.
He pulled her skirt down to its original position and took Sunev in his arms
again. Her breathing was returning to normal, and she had stopped crying.
"Are you alright now?" he asked softly. She shook her head "no" and he chuckled.
"Well are you better than you were?"
"Yeah..." she said, smiling faintly.
Magus liked being like this. Holding her. Not that he liked her or anything...
But it was just nice to have a small, warm body in his arms.
Not that he liked her or anything. He smiled secretly to himself. Well, what
if he did? Who would care? No one would. Not even Sunev. He ran his fingers
down her spine and sighed sadly to himself.
She was asleep.
He lifted her up gently and placed her in her bed. Then he pulled up a chair
and sat down.
He wouldn't let anything happen to her tonight. And with that thought, he
joined her in slumber.
Sunev woke up with a dull pain in her head. And her stomach. And her throat.
She remembered what happened that night and shot up in bed.
Magus was asleep. He was in a chair at her bedside, dozing off. Had he watched
her all night? She remembered what he had done for her and her heart swelled
with admiration for him. She wouldn't call it love, so as not to embarrass
herself. Or him. He'd probably leave her on the top of Mt. Woe if he found
out she loved him
She rose from bed and left the room, going to the washroom. After a quick
bath, she put on a new dress and went back to her room. Magus was awake and
washing her blood off his face.
"Oh, sorry," she mumbled, turning crimson. Luckily, it didn't hurt this time.
"It's not your fault, Sunev," he said, dropping the stained, wet cloth in
the trash basket. "And besides, like it was that much of a hassle for me.
I'd rather have your blood on me than have you in a casket. I'm sorry for
not helping you quickly enough."
A knock on the door interrupted their apologies, and Dalton popped his head
in. He frowned at the both of them together, but switched back to "important
"The entire forest on the east side of Zeal has been torn out of the ground.
Prophet, we need you to see what caused it. Hell, ya shoulda predicted it
in the first damn place."
"Give me a moment," Magus said, pulling on his cape and hood. "Sunev, come
with me," he added, narrowing his eyes at her.
Did he know it was her? Did anyone else in Zeal have the power to do that?
There had to be someone else with the ability, but did they suspect her?
Everyone thought her magicless, or at least she thought they did. She sighed
Magus started out the door, and Sunev followed meekly. Dalton fell into step
with her and looked her over.
"So you're fine now?"
"It's a sight to behold out there. That forest was pretty damn big. It's
all in the ocean now, they say. Ya don't think it's those freaks we picked
up, do ya?"
"'Freaks you picked up?'"
"Oh yeah! You weren't around. We picked up these three kids. One with really
spiky hair and one of 'em looked like a frog. The weirdest buncha punks I've
ever seen. I set Golem on 'em, and they were no match. We've got 'em locked
up now. Like fish in a tank." The expression on Dalton's face reminded her
of a little boy who had just gotten a pet. She nodded at him and smiled
So they had gotten Crono. Now she could tell essentially what was going to
happen from here on. As they entered the main hall of the palace, Sunev slipped
away, into Janus and Schala's room. They were there, apparently discussing
"Sunev!" Janus cried, jumping into her arms and hugging her tightly.
"Sunev," Schala stated, with a muted warm smile. It seemed like she had more
important matters on her mind. Sunev had a feeling she knew what it was.
Alfador rubbed against her ankles, mewing happily as Janus launched into
an overenthusiastic speech about his great relief that she was okay and how
he had been so worried about her.
"...I thought you were gonna die! And then when I snuck out to your room,
you were nowhere! I thought my mother had taken you away and had you killed
or something! I'm so glad you're okay!" He buried his little face in her
side and she felt a huge smile on his face.
"I apologize for my mother... It seems she has no idea what's she doing lately.
What she did was totally uncalled for," Schala said when Janus was
"Bah! We know that Lavos thing has possessed the old bitch," Janus spat out.
"Janus! Watch your mouth!" Schala gave him a dangerous look, then returned
to Sunev. "Some people have come... My mother captured them."
"I know. They're my friends."
"I get around a lot."
"And you know because you know the future, right?"
"Um.. Yeah. That's one way to put it."
"We need to get them free."
"That we do."
"Then let's do it already," Janus said, frowning. Sunev and Schala nodded.
Crono was there. Frog. Marle.
"The poor things... They didn't even do anything wrong," Schala said, looking
up at them.
"Not yet, at least," Janus and Sunev said in unison. They grinned at each
other, and Sunev guessed that it was just Janus's suspicious nature that
caused him to believe that they would to harm to his mother's kingdom. He
couldn't know that it was important to the flow of time that they be
Schala placed her pendant into a small slot in the front of the cylinder
the party was being kept in, and each was let free and set on the floor.
"Please, you have to go before anyone sees what has happened. Go, now," Schala
said to Crono, who looked bewildered.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that," someone said. Sunev turned to see, to her
great un-surprise, Magus standing there, looking quite threatening in his
"Please, prophet..." Schala said slowly, looking him in the eye. "You have
to let them go."
Magus looked over his sister's shoulder at his enemy Frog, who stared back
"Please," Janus chimed in. Sunev remained silent.
"...Fine. But they must show me where they came from, and Schala, you'll
seal it. Sunev, you stay here. God only knows what you'd do if I let you
"Heyyy..." Sunev said with a frown. She remained in place as Crono, Marle,
and Frog walked past her. "Good luck," she whispered. A smile lit each of
their faces at her words.
Sunev climbed to the top of a bookcase in the main room of the palace and
sat there, waiting for Magus. She looked down at the crack between the back
of the bookcase and the railing from a set of stairs. Lodged in there secretly,
was a plant. Sunev studied it carefully, and looked to a girl standing there.
Their eyes met, and the girl gave Sunev a pleading look.
"It's alright. Keep it. It'll do good in the future."
"Thank you," the girl said, smiling gratefully.
"Get down from there, Sunev," Magus said, looking up at her. Heeee's baaaack,
Sunev thought to herself.
"Do you still need me out at the missing greenhouse? Cuz I'd really rather
"I still need you. I know you did it. Get down." Sunev signed and dropped
down on the hard mahogany floor.
"What's wrong with doing it? I needed to vent."
"The trees didn't do anything."
"So you're telling me to kill your mom? Well I already decided to do that,
but..." Sunev waved her hand vaguely.
"You can't kill my mother." Her hand fell to her side.
"You're a wimp."
"Hey! Whatever happened to that 'be strong, Sunev' thing?" Sunev said, lowering
the tone of her voice at the repetition of his words.
"You are strong, but not compared to her." Magus crossed his arms.
"Fine, then I won't kill your mom. But I'll hate her for the rest of my
"Sounds good to me."
Sunev smiled. Magus always made her happy in his little way without knowing
it. With that little way, he could pull the both of them through this. Or
at least she hoped so...
Go To Chapter 9
Return To CT Fanfic