Author’s Note: Ok guys, I have spent the last two days on this. I was having a heck of a time. It is finished and as good as it is going to get. I hope you guys like it. To see the full skit, please head to 02.21- The Pharaoh and the Pirate chapter of the Chronicles of Clarke legacy! Go check it out anyway 😛

From the journal of Roark Wyvern

Luna’s deep breathing told me she had finally allowed herself to sleep. It had gutted me when I’d finally managed to corner her last night and I’d been able to tell just how bad off she was. The physical effects of using abilities like we had were myriad and often painful. I didn’t know what she had done, not until she told me, but I knew that she had to be in such pain. There was no color in her face and her eyes, those beautiful red eyes, were glazed over in agony.

As I looked at her now, she was still too pale for my liking, but I knew I’d have a fight on my hands if I tried to take her to the hospital and the crux of it was, there was little they could do for her anyway. She needed rest, that’s what would help her. My wife had the frustrating habit of not thinking of herself. She was larger than life and had confidence in spades. That was what drew me to her from day one. That welcoming and downright intriguing light in her eyes had drawn me to her like a moth to a flame. And while she was aware of her own beauty, her own self-worth, she was infuriatingly ignorant of the impact that she had on others. My wife was one that affected whoever she came in contact with… for good or ill. She often took center stage, often without realizing it.

And she cared. Her heart was so big. Her tendency to shepherd everyone around her was another reason I couldn’t help falling for her and falling hard. But it was gut-wrenching for me to see her like this. So busy trying to protect her brother and her new little sister, never once thinking of herself or what protecting them could do to her. That’s who my wife is. I loved her for it and still, holding her close like this, one of her hands clutched in mine, it broke my heart the way that little whimpers escaped her throat.

I leaned forward to kiss her forehead. She snuggled closer, letting out a soft sigh. There was something about seeing a strong woman- and that’s certainly what my wife is- let their guard down. It didn’t happen often, not even with me. One of the most infuriating things about her was her propensity to try to handle everything on her own. Her pride hated it when she appeared weak, though that was never a word that came to mind when I thought of her, nor would you see anyone associate that word with my wife.

After I listened to her breathing for a few hours, I finally let myself fall asleep, listening to the sound of my wife’s heartbeat and feeling her warmth next to me.

The next morning, I slipped out of bed, gently covering Luna with the blanket. She was still cool to the touch. She was still in shock, really, from the mental toll she’d taken the night before. I kissed her forehead and left the bedroom. I thought about working out, but then I heard the TV on. I walked into the living room and found my brother-in-law on the couch, playing video games. I grinned.

“Hey, always heard you were supposed to be really good at this. Feel up to a challenge?” I asked him, hopping on the couch without waiting for an invitation as I grabbed the second controller.

“Pft, a challenge huh? Someone thinks highly of himself,” Alduin snickered. “But I’ll humor you, oh lowly peasant!”

As Alduin switched menus to begin two player mode, I had to grin a little as a memory from a long time ago surfaced.

My little brother, sister, and I had just been taken in the middle of the night from the little apartment in Bridgeport and had been deposited in a house on the far outskirts of the city. We’d been told very little. Alaric and Cyn were only about 4. I was very close to turning 15 soon. None of us really knew what was happening, other than we were being sent away “for our own protection”, though even then I suspected that wasn’t entirely true. Still, for us, this was a new adventure and there was a big screen TV there and a couch big enough for all of us to crowd onto it and get to play our favorite games.

Games were something that we’d always enjoyed together. And even as we all grew, it was something that remained as a favorite pastime. It was before everything had gone so horribly wrong, when we’d had hope, when we’d been a family.

“Hey, you gonna hit start or what?” Alduin complained, laughing and nudging me with his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gettin’ there. Patience is a virtue, Your Highness,” I reminded him with a sneer, shaking my head to clear the memory. “Oh and prepare to be dethroned. There’s about to be a bloody coup in the Wyvern house tonight!”

“Pft, you wish! Your little coup will be nothing but an embarrassing defeat! Prepare to meet your better on the field of battle!”

It was indeed a bloody battle, and an epic one if I do say so myself. My brother in law is a worthy opponent. I might have had him had I been paying better attention. As it was, it was a close battle. At the end screen, I shook my head. “So you keep your title another day,” I told him, grinning. I leaned back, thinking.

“Another round?” Alduin asked, smirking.

I made a noncommittal noise. “Hey, I think we need to try cheering up the girls.”

I could see something pass over his face as he looked away. I understood all too well. And the worst of it was, he still didn’t know everything. I thought about warning him, telling him what Luna told me. Any other time I would have. But one of the things that Luna had told me that she’d ripped from the sorceress’s mind had been that Alduin had lost a part of himself on the trip back from the Netherworld. I knew so little about it, I didn’t dare. I’d let Luna handle that conversation. Part of me hoped they didn’t go down that road. My wife wasn’t up to her usual fierceness. What I was getting off her brother, this time, he’d be the one doing the interrogating. As much as I wanted to tell him to lay off, I couldn’t. He had a right to know.

“What do you suggest?”

I shrugged. “Well, they’d definitely enjoy a day at your family’s spa. We can use that time to… do something, right?”

Alduin nodded. “Yeah, they’d love a spa day.” He pursed his lips. “What do you have in mind?”

“You know your sister and girlfriend,” I told him. I hoped he’d come up with something. I wasn’t the most creative. Truth is, Luna was easy. Despite appearances, she wasn’t very high maintenance. In Bridgeport, we went dancing, had a few drinks, but for the most part, she and I had just loved sitting at home, watching TV or a movie or even playing games. Once we’d come to Monte Vista, it had all been about the baby and healing, for both of us. So sitting together outside, or in our room. That’s what we’d done.

“Cali loves acting, loves theater,” Alduin mused. “Hey, what about a skit?”

“A skit?” I reached up to stroke my goatee. “Hm…”

My brother in law was really getting into it. “Yeah, a skit! Think about it, costumes, performing.” His eyes widened and his smirk turned into a wicked grin. “Oh Watcher… Cali in a SimTrek costume…”

It made me laugh. There was no shame on his face at all. “Yeah…” I told him with a snort and a friendly punch to the arm. “Somehow, think maybe you should save that for uh… when you two are alone.” But his idea had gotten me thinking. “Hm, a skit… a skit about true love maybe?” I suggested with a shrug.

He had the grace to blush, though he was still smirking. “Hm, you’re probably right…” He ran a hand through his hair, looking thoughtfully to the side. “A skit about true love…” I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. “Think we can get everyone to participate? Would Cyn be up for something like this?”

“My sister would love that!” I grinned, thinking back once again.

I’d come home from a long day of ROTC training. I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. But I’d come through the archway and just stopped.

“Wait, I thought you were going to be the princess,” my younger brother said exasperatedly.

Cyn grinned at him. “I don’t do so well as the princess. I’ll play the Dragon for you to slay!”

“But you’re my sister!”

“We’re playin’ pretend though!”

“She and my brother used to love playing pretend,” I murmured. I spent a lot of time putting the past behind me. But it had been harder lately, more of it seemed to surface. I looked at Alduin. He was Luna’s little brother and by extension mine. He wasn’t Alaric, the differences were too glaring. But there was still something about him that reminded me what it had been like, before I’d lost my brother. It was a bittersweet feeling and one I wasn’t entirely comfortable with.

I must have let something show because I felt Alduin put a hand on my shoulder. “This uh, might help cheer her up, then.”

“Yeah, yeah I think it will. So, Mr. Writer. Any ideas? And think we can get it all set up before they get back?”

He grinned. “Are you kidding? Let’s get everyone working on it. We can do this. I’ll talk to Dad and Pop. You talk to Mom, Nan and Cyn.” He stood up quickly, ready to make a break for it.

It almost brought out a chuckle. I was well aware of his opinion on the females in this family. Truth be told, I empathized with him to a certain extent. But I had to rib him a bit. “Oh sure, you would leave me with them, wouldn’t you?”

He stopped and looked at me, completely unrepentant. “You, powerful vampire. Me, unassuming loner. I have faith in you, Roark.”

All I saw was his back in retreat as I called out, “I think I know why you like yellow! You sure you don’t have “coward” in there instead of loner?” He stopped and looked back at me, baring his fangs at me in a grin. I waved him on. “Go, go. With tail tucked between your legs. I’ll protect you from the vicious females.”

His laugh echoed back at me. “They scare me and I’m not ashamed to admit it!”

I sighed in bemusement. Cyn would be easy. Aurora would enjoy it, I was fairly sure. Sophia… I had to admit, of all the Wyverns, Sophia was the most intimidating, even to me. I wasn’t afraid of her, necessarily. She reminded me of my first commanding officer after I enlisted. Unassuming and even congenial, but when there was trouble, she hadn’t batted an eye. I’d seen grown men, hardened men, cower before her without her raising her voice. Erin Kennedy had been a transplant from Sunset Valley, risen in the ranks there, then transferred to whip the base in Bridgeport into shape. Sophia was a lot like her. Rubbing the back of my neck, I prepared to go and try to pull this together before Luna or Cali woke up.

Roark held a cup of coffee in his hand as he watched his wife sleep. It wasn’t for him. His smile was tender as he watched her begin to stir, her nose twitching as she caught the scent of the contents of the mug. It was always a treat to watch her wake up. She was still a little pale, but the pain seemed to have left her eyes. In fact, they twinkled when they opened and lit upon the man standing there with a fresh cup of coffee.

“Is that for me?” she asked, tilting her head at him, a light in her eyes as she looked at him.

“Maybe. How do you feel?”

“There’s only a dull ache now, and compared to last night, it’s a huge improvement.”

Roark nodded and came and sat down on the bed, handing her the coffee. “Yeah, that’s definitely better than it was. Still a bit pale, but your eyes are clear.” He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Luna. I want your word that you will keep your shields up. I’m going to bolster them so stray thoughts don’t get in. What you did yesterday was bad enough to cause physical symptoms. There’s no telling what the side effects of continuing to use your abilities will be until you heal.”

His wife sighed. “Roark, I know-“

“Luna, please. Promise me.” His gaze was intense as he brought a hand to her cheek. “You didn’t see yourself last night. Will you do it, for me?”

The corners of her mouth curled up in a gentle smile. “Alright, Roark. For you. I promise.”

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Thank you.” He touched his forehead to hers. As he did so, he opened a hole in his own shields. He extended his thoughts out and touched her shields. Shields took different forms for different people. When her grandfather had helped her develop her shields, he’d told her to visualize a wall, like the wall of a castle. It was a good technique. But much like a castle wall had arrow slits, there were holes in Luna’s shields. Roark used his power now to help fill those holes. He’d remove it after a week or so. He hoped it was enough time for her to heal.

Roark finished and opened his eyes. Luna crawled over onto his lap after kissing him. She let out a soft sigh as she cuddled against his chest. “I think, that after the day you and Cali had yesterday, you guys should go to your family’s spa. I think it would do you both a lot of good.”

“Mm, that sounds like a wonderful idea,” she purred, nuzzling her cheek over his as she crawled into his lap.

Preparations took a little bit of time. Alduin and I ran quickly into town to grab a few things while Sophia, Draco, Aurora, and Jeff got things set up in the garage. But by the time I heard the roar of Luna’s muscle car on the road, we had everything set up. I smiled at my baby sister. “You’re up, Cyn. You remember what to do?”

She nodded vigorously. “I remember, big brother. Cali and Luna will love this! This is so much fun!” I couldn’t stop smiling. Cyn looked great. I hadn’t seen her this excited about something since the one evening I’d taken her to the Summer Festival in Bridgeport.

I’d wanted nothing to do with the city, not after everything that had happened. Alaric had already left us. Cyn missed him terribly. I couldn’t handle another trip to the hospital, so I’d taken her to the festival, hoping it would cheer her up. She’d had a good time, just exploring the grounds and she even got her face painted.

She looked gorgeous in her chosen outfit for the skit.

“Go on outside. I hear them now.” I hugged her and she seemed to glide out the front door just as Luna and Cali pulled up. I had to grin as I watched them from the window. It seemed like forever before Cyn led them to the garage.

“Ok, everyone ready?”

I got nods and grins all around. “Well, here we go then!”

It was pitch dark in the garage, but it wasn’t a problem for me. Being a vampire has its uses. I had to lead Alduin in so he didn’t fall flat on his face. “Hey, watch it!” he grumbled as I made him sit.

“Shhh!” I had to hold in a laugh.

I took my place, and then the lights came on.

As Cyn gave her lines, I had to admire her. She was doing really well. She played her Pixiepire role very well. “Once upon a time, in a desert beside a vast ocean, the pharaoh of Egypt woke up next to the king of pirates.”

Then I heard the reactions of our audience. Calysta let out a whistle and called out, “I want a pyramid of my own, Pharaoh!”

Then I heard my own wife’s voice call out, “Where’s your queen, baby? I volunteer!” It sent a shiver down my spine and I had to hide a grin even as I had to recite my next lines.

Alduin had written the skit revolving around the Pharaoh and the Pirate King who had yet to find love. It was a good idea, and the way Alduin had written it, the girls would love it. Except… I’m no actor. Not by a long shot. I couldn’t help but stare at my wife, watch the play of emotions over her face. Turns out, I’m not the only one who couldn’t concentrate on the skit. My father-in-law couldn’t stop staring at his wife the entire time he was supposed to be speaking.

I did have to hand it to Cyn, though. She really shined in her part. Of course, I think she might be spending a bit too much time with my wife. That smack upside the head was definitely an improvisation. As was our wild west proprietor and his saloon girl making out in the corner.

By this point, poor Draco was the only one that seemed to be taking his role seriously at all. He gave his speech rather eloquently. But his granddaughter was busy flirting with me and I was busy flirting back.

Cyn was still having a ton of fun. After the last “scene”, Cyn got to bring in the rest of the packages Alduin and I had picked up. Cali and Luna tore into the packages and then ran up to Cyn’s room to change. We waited downstairs.

Alduin was being impatient. “What is taking them so long?” he groused.

Truth be told, I was getting impatient, too. I wanted to see my wife. As footsteps sounded above, I held my breath as my wife came down the steps.

It was like a punch right in the gut. Luna was beautiful, inside and out. But watching her descend those steps in the garb of a Pirate Queen… It fit her right down to the ground.

When she stood at the bottom of the stairs, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She took my breath away on a regular basis. But there was something in the way she looked at me then, something that had me closing my eyes for a moment.

She sauntered over to me, her hips swaying. I’m pretty sure she was trying to kill me. “Hello my King,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

“You… Luna, you are so beautiful.” It wasn’t in character, wasn’t even all that eloquent as compliments go. But I couldn’t get the words out. I couldn’t find any that adequately described how I felt about what I was seeing, or how she made me feel on a regular basis. I wasn’t a poet, I didn’t have my brother-in-law’s gift with words.

All I could do was tell her the best way I knew how. Through my actions. There was activity going on around us, I knew that. Alduin had been laughing when his sister came down. But I could hear his breath catch as Calysta came down.

Luna looped her arms around my neck. We didn’t need words at that moment. It worked for us.

Truth be told, I wanted to carry my wife off to bed immediately and I was pretty sure I wasn’t alone in that thought either. But Cyn insisted that we all take some photos to commemorate the night. So that’s what we did. I’ll be putting a couple of these in my wallet, I think.

As I lay here, holding my wife close while we get ready to sleep after we had taken care of our son, I can’t help but look back on tonight with a smile. I’m certainly no actor. I’ll leave that to Calysta. But it was the most fun I remember having… ever, really. I snuggled closer to my wife.

“Good night my Pirate King,” she murmured, her voice already half-asleep.

“Good night, my Queen,” I whispered back, leaning up to kiss her cheek before closing my eyes and letting myself fall into sleep.

Author’s Note: Another huge shoutout to Ivane. The shots from the skit are all hers. Aren’t they just freakin’ awesome? And she found the costumes which I just love!