Author's Note: I've decided to write a new fic for the sequel to Suikoden V's best ending. This one follows Georg's path of leaving Falena, but some parts from Lym's path will also be included. Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: As always, I do not own Suikoden V.

CHAPTER 1

END OF A NEW BEGINNING

The warm summer breeze swept through the air. Although it was the dead of night, it felt as warm and humid as any sweltering afternoon, yet it seemed to wrap the Sun Palace in its gentle embrace. From every corner of the castle, melodious laughter echoed, and music filled the air. The gloom, the sorrow...all of the horrors and the hardships of late seemed a dreadful lie; the war had been won, and the Stars of Destiny had earned their temporal moment of peace. Finally, if only for a little while, they could rest their swords upon the ground and take a moment's reprieve.

Despite the elation and pure joy emanating from the palace, the situation around the Throne seemed, to the contrary, curiously restless and disgruntled.

"Miakis! Miakis!" Princess Lymsleia shouted for her bodyguard.

"Yes, Your Highness?" answered the purple haired female knight.

"Did you see my brother? He's supposed to be around here just a minute ago!"

"Ah, how very sweet of you, Princess! Couldn't bear a single moment without His Highness when he's finally back, eh?" teased Miakis.

"Oh shut up you! All right, I'm going to find him myself!" she screeched as she slid down the throne.

"Oh wait, Princess! Ow… what a trouble…"

Meanwhile, the 'His Highness' in question was withdrawing himself from the crowded halls of the castle. He retreated to the upper balcony in hope to get some fresh air. When he reached there, however, someone unexpected had already been there.

"Georg?"

The former Queen's Knight stirred and turned to face the Prince.

"Looking good there, Prince."

"I never thought I'd find you here," the Prince said, joining him.

"I was never in good terms with crowds."

Prince Freyjadour took a place beside his former mentor and best friend, staring into the endless night.

"So… it's finally over…"

"Yeah…"

Silence fell between them. Only the night breeze could be heard, basking them in the gentle breath of nature. After a few minutes or so, the former Queen's Knight turned to Frey.

"So, what are you gonna do?"

Frey's face looked impassive for a couple of second.

"I… I wanted to help Lym rebuild Falena. She needs me. But I don't know. Right now, I feel very… tired. It's as though the very thought of it burdens me from keep moving."

Georg kept his silence and nodded, affirming his understanding for the Prince's trouble.

"Sometimes… I think of my father. I used to look at and chase after his back. It's been a whole year after this whole war business, and I could feel something growing inside myself as well, but… even then I still feel like I'm far behind him."

This time, the former Queen's Knight looked directly into the Prince's eyes.

"Frey, you have been through a lot. You've seen your share of blood; feel your share of pain. Those things were meant to make you stronger, and they did. You've lived up to your people's expectations. But sometimes, even the strongest of men need to rest."

The Prince nodded.

"Thank you, Georg. So… what about you? What are you going to do?"

Georg shrugged.

"Probably going off abroad. I can't stay any longer in this country. At least, not with my status as a Queen Slayer."

"But…"

"The fact remains that I've killed Her Majesty. And the people won't take me well for that."

Frey was at loss for words. The people would lose hope if they knew what happened back then during the night of the Godwin Coup, and Georg knew it well. The silence between him and his former mentor extended until the sounds of music had somewhat receded. Apparently, Georg recognized this as his cue.

"… I guess I'd better get going, then. Don't want them to create a fuss when they find me here."

Just as Georg was about to turn around, the Prince called to him.

"Will I ever meet you again?"

The former Queen's Knight did not answer but simply waved a 'see you' gesture with his hand. He disappeared behind the balcony door, leaving Frey alone. The Prince caught a last glimpse of his cloak and smiled, resting his back on the balustrades.

"Follow your heart, eh…"

Frey gazed at the starry sky above and was close to wishing that his most precious person… one that he could share his heart's contents with, would come at this moment and ease his distress. And the answer to his wish came almost spontaneously, in the form of a dark haired young lady opening the balcony door.

"Prince! You're here!"

Lyon had come to find him. She looked beautiful tonight, with her dark evening gown and braided hair.

"The Princess is looking for you! Please come with me!" she said, urging him to follow her.

The Prince did not stir, but simply smiled at her.

"Prince…?"

"Don't worry about that, Lyon. Please, come here instead."

With a puzzled expression, the young Queen's Knight did as she was told and took a place beside him. A moment passed in silence. Lyon stared still at the Prince, just as nonplussed as he was gazing into the night sky.

"Lyon," Frey spoke so suddenly that almost made his petite bodyguard jump out of surprise.

"Y-yes, Your Highness?"

"Have you ever thought… of life outside Falena?"

Lyon was perplexed still by his demeanor, in addition to this untimely question. But she did not contest him about it.

"No… I was born and raised in Falena. Inside its land I have received so many… gifts. His Majesty Ferid, Queen Arshtat, Princess Lymsleia… and you, Your Highness. Never have I even dreamed of stepping out of its soil, let alone living outside it."

"I see."

The Princess must be growing more and more restless about now, and Lyon knew it. She opened her mouth again to persuade the Prince, but he cut her short.

"Lyon, I want to leave Falena."

The statement caught her completely off guard. She tried to calm her voice down, but it still stuttered when she spoke.

"W-why, Your Highness? The Princess had planned to make you the next Commander of the Queen's Knights. You had promised to help her rebuild this country!"

"Yes – I did say that. But I was scared, Lyon. Am I up to the job? Will I be able to bring this country to its former glory? Am I up to serve the people, putting their best interests above everything else?"

"Of course!" Lyon asserted. "Why would you doubt yourself now? You led us to victory over this great conflict. The people trusted you! I… I trusted you…"

The last line, of course, was muttered under her breath and went unnoticed. But Frey shook his head. "What I've seen so far is just a glimpse of the world. I've never even seen how other countries treat their people, how they manage to stay strong in this ever crowded earth." He turned to Lyon and looked at her in the eyes.

"I… want to go and broaden my horizon. I want to learn from other countries, their people. Only then I could call myself worthy to be my father's successor as the Commander of the Queen's Knights."

Frey stared at Lyon's eyes, just as she stared into his. Beneath the deep blue colour, Lyon could sense his heart… his determination. She took Frey's hand and squeezed it near her own heart.

"If that is your wish, Prince… then I shall come with you. I will be by your side… always."

The Prince smiled. "Lyon… Thank you."

The next morning followed swiftly like a thunderbolt… well, exactly because there WERE thunderbolts piercing through the walls of the Sun Palace. The news of the Prince's disappearance spread like wild fire, and chaos reigned in the castle. But it was all nothing compared to the Crown Princess' hysteria.

"Brother! BROTHER! WHERE ARE YOU?" could be heard at least five times every time she passed a room. Even Miakis was helpless this time in the face of the sheer power of the Princess' frenzy. All hope seemed lost and there was no stopping the Princess from turning the palace upside down… until a lady-in-waiting had come to the rescue with a letter held high in her hand.

"Your Highness! A letter! I found it on His Highness The Prince's chamber!" she panted.

" Give it to me! Quick!"

Princess Lymsleia quickly snatched the letter from the maid's hand and tore the envelope. And as if a spell had been cast, the entire Palace fell silent. The Princess silently read the letters, and only Miakis dared to take a peek at the content beside her.

"Brother… and Lyon… they left on a journey…?" the Princess uttered in disbelief.

"OH WOW!" Miakis shrieked, "An elopement! The Prince eloped with Lyon! Oooh, so romantic…"

"No, you dimwit!" bellowed the Princess. "Brother said he'd come back but he didn't say WHEN! WHY? OH BROTHER, COME BACK REAL SOON!"

Almost all the castle dweller had to block their ear (except Miakis; she's apparently immune) to the Princess' headsplitting scream. The letter fell from her hand, showing the very lasts words written on the paper:

… We will be back soon enough. Be good now!

Freyjadour and Lyon.

The calm sea breeze swept through the Prince's face. The ship had already long embarked, and they were now heading to their next destination.

"Uurgh.." a gurgling sound came from behind him. It was Lyon. Well, it looked like she still got that little 'seasick' problem.

"Prince, how come you are okay…?" she staggered.

"To tell you the truth… I'm not. Let's go back to our cabin, shall we…?" replied the Prince, who was now shaky himself.

"All right…" Lyon nodded. "Where are we going anyway…?"

"Somewhere far away… I think Scarlet Moon Empire would be a good starting point."

END NOTE: I feel the reason why the Prince's starting a new journey is a bit cliche'd, but until now I couldn't think of a better reason. The storyline might be a bit slow-paced in the beginning, but rest assured, it'll speed up after a certain point. Well, please review whether you like it or not; it'll keep me going!