So this started off as a fan video, actually. Its called Blue and its under the handle Cmarti70546 (thats my chanel) I do a lot of fan videos and masking stuff. Well, after I made it I realized it would make a pretty great story in general and so I decided to do a video/fanfic combo thing. So this is going to be the story that goes along with the videos. So you'll have to be patient because I wont post any more of the fic until I get the videos done.

I really love this pairing. Which is weird because I'm not entirely crazy about the show... but these two are really just way too delightful not to fall in love with.

Anyway. I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 01

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Talia inhaled slowly as she watched the sky cry the tears she refused to shed. It was as if the sky was mourning the loss of her sisters medallian along with her. She had bid her friends away when they had come to try and cheer her up. She didn't want cheering up. No. She didn't deserve cheering up.

The streaks of water ran down her window, etching the images that plagued her mind every night. Her sisters' beautiful snow-white hair pouring over her shoulders as it was released from its binding. The medallian being handed to Talia. Izira's smiling face... that last hug goodbye.

Before the dark crystals erupted from the ground. Fire and smoke blazing, overcoming what was once a proud and beautiful kingdom... Izira falling to the hands of that monster...

And little Talia, wearing the one thing that could have saved them all... cowering under the rubble, sobbing silently into her hand.

But now the medallian was lost. Gone forever and all because she wasn't strong enough to defeat Mephisto and Praxina without it. She had used it in battle, and had somehow dropped it like some kind of... kind of child! Why was she ALWAYS the screw up!? How could she be so careless!? And how could she ever look her people in the eye again?

How could she have lost the only thing connecting her to her family...?

Little did she know that the object of her desire hovered just a few feet above her window. Tucked away, out of sight, inside the lapel of a certain dark crystal sorcerer. The one. The only. The tenacious, Mephisto. But suddenly... he wasn't feeling so tenacious. In fact, he was feeling darn right meek. Talia was as fearsom as she was beautiful and he was more than a little nervous approaching her in the state she was in. And he was completely freaked out with HOW he knew the state she was in in the first place.

After Talia had blasted both he and his sister, the medallian had fallen. In Talia's haste and secrecy, she hadn't noticed, but Mephisto did. He had snatched it up once the coast was clear and brought it back to the cave for a closer look.

At first glance he realized 2 things. 1- it was really pretty (You know. For a girl anyway) and 2- it was powerful.

But upon further inspection, he was amazed to see a certain... sparkle to it. And not just any sparkle... he could hear... sounds coming from it. Rain? A voice? Was that Talia?

The medallian glowed in his hand and revealed an image of Talia, frantically searching for the very object he was watching her with. After the initial shock, he had to admit the thought DID cross his mind that such a device could be used to gain the upperhand on the princesses... until he heard her shout,

"I don't have a kingdom! I don't have a family!"

and his heart... melted. Watching such a proud, diginified warrior drop to her knees in agony SHOULD have given her advisary pride. He should have laughed at her misfortune and weakness. Heck. He should have attacked her right then and there when she was at her lowest. He could rub verbal salt in her emotional wounds and watch her writhe and maybe, just maybe he and Praxina could FINALLY achieve their goal and secure victory for their dark master. This SHOULD have made him happy.

But it didn't.

"It's gone! It's all gone and its all my fault!" he watched her sob, but it wasn't until she whimpered, "I've lost everything," that he could no longer take it. He tucked the medallian into his coat and away he flew to the princess's house.

And here he was.

And he had no clue what he was doing there.

He sat on the roof until the princess's had returned. He listened above Talia's bedroom window while Iris and Auriana did their best to cheer her up. Talia politely, but firmly dismissed them and took a shower. Still, Mephisto waited. It was nearly an hour until all was quiet and a faint glow emitting from the window indicated that she indeed was still in there, and she indeed was alone.

And still he had no idea what he would say to her.

Heck. What was he even doing there? Was he really about to just hand over this piece of cosmic power to his enemy? Was he REALLY so soft that a few measley tears were able to sway his alliegence?

"I've lost everything," her voice still rang in his ears like a haunting chime. No. Tears were not enough to soften him... But Talia's tears certainly were. He never knew she was capable of crying. She always seemed so hard, cold and robotic. So very unlike the other two princess's, and certainly Praxina. Talia was carrying so much on her shoulders that Mephisto had never known, nor cared to know. But he saw it, and that moment of weakness was not meant for him to see. He felt... guilt...

Taking a very deep breath... ok two deep breaths... maaaaaybe one more, for good luck, Mephisto put on his confident smile and floated down to hover infront of the Xerian's window, waving the Medallian so she could see.

"Yoohoo, Princess, missing something?"

Talia gasped, throwing open the window. Mephisto began to say, "You really should be more careful with-" but was cut off mid-sentance when an ice blue crystal shard grazed his arm. He shouted in pain, but bit it back with a low growl.

"Are you kidding me!?" He snarled. And here he was TRYING to help this crazy woman. He jutted forward, his arm extended to hand her the medallian, "Here. Just TAKE it!"

Talia recoiled, as if she was expecting an attack. When none came, she hesitated. Mephisto glared at her with a bored annoyance, floating midair outside her window. Talia blinked at him, her eyes debating on weather to settle on the blue jewelery in his hand, or his soaked form. Both seemed equally intrigueing.

"What...," She started, unsure of what to ask. Well, she could think of a 100 questions, but she struggled on finding the appropriate FIRST question, "Why did you bring this to me?"

"It's yours isn't it?" was his golden response, as if it was the simplest thing in the world to traverse the pouring rain to give back a powerful weapon to your sworn enemy. Not even he bought it. He did what he could to hide how silly he felt, not that floating in the rain, his thick hair drooped and heavy, sticking to his face helped any. Also His clothes clinged to his skin and he was certain he looked like an absolute fool.

"Yes, but why return it?" Talia's voice seemed a bit less stunned than before.

"It's not like I can't use it for anything," Mephisto shrugged, "And you know, I figured it was special, maybe..."

Talia was blown away as she watched him pass the sacred piece over to her, which she welcomed warmly, but her eyes remained transfixed on the mystery of the man that floated before her. The tension passed between them as the weight of his words settled in and he quickly stammered, "B-but you know, mostly it's cos it's so useless. I don't really care if its special to you,"

A long SIlence passed. Talia counted the 75 seconds. Mephisto counted the 10,000 raindrops. They both clocked it an eternity.

"Well... thank you, M-mephisto," It felt so strange saything those words to him as she moved to walk away, "I will find a way to repay you for this,"

Mephisto was already starting to fly away as she spoke, "Eh, don't worry about it. Just be ready, because tomorrow, I will get the next oracle gem for Grramorr,"

Talia playfully rolled her eyes and shut her window, watching the strange boy who was suddenly SO much more interesting than before vanish in the grey sky in a puff of green fire.

No sooner had the thought entered her mind when she felt Izira's medallian glow in her hand, and in the light she saw Mephisto flying home to his cave. A large blush spread across her cheeks as she blurted out, "No way!" And covered the face of the medallian with her hand. The image vanished after some concentration, but it was more than enough to get her face flushed a lovely shade of red. Clutching the priceless, but invasive medallian, Talia made her way downstairs to the secret library, where she would stash it until it was time to return it to her sister.

She did not need to do THAT ever again.