Editing Arrivederci (section)

== CHAPTER 4: A Time to be Seen and A Time to be Heard ==
It had been a week since April arrived. They started to help her clean up the kingdom and make it liveable again. Saurmont would help decorate the castle, Raymon would do the heavy lifting, Zaion did most of the light lifting, and Treyon bossed them around (mostly because he didn’t want to do any work). It was always funny for them to look over and see April’s baffled face whenever a big pillar appeared to be leviating. They had so far fixed up a majority of the castle. After the castle, it was onto the town, then to the defences around the town.

Zaion still couldn’t stop thinking though. How come he was able to be seen and heard by April, but no one else was? He thought back to the moment he was able to first say something to her. There was that… feeling in his chest, that something that drew him to her. He wondered what exactly it was, and why hadn’t any of the others felt it. He supposed the confusion was evident on his face, because Treyon had approached him.

“Hey, bud, what’cha thinking about?” Treyon put a hand on Zaion’s shoulder as Zaion sighed.

“I’m just confused- why can April see and hear me, but she can’t hear or see you guys? I don’t get it… I mean- the only thing I’ve got is a theory about the magic we were blasted with. I felt a tightness in my chest, something tugging me towards her. I… metaphorically tugged back, and was somehow able to talk to her. But- I don’t know what it was! Or- or if it’s repeatable! Like- will you guys be able to talk to her if the same thing happens to you? Will the same thing happen to you? Will it be something different? What if you’re never able to talk to her again? What if-” He was abruptly cut off by a hand slapping over his mouth.

“Woah, woah, I think that’s enough thinking for today. I get it, you’re nervous and scared, but I have a feeling that this will all work itself out, ok?” Zaion nodded and Treyon took his hand off his mouth.

“I just- I don’t want to be the only one she can see. It breaks my heart every time I look at Saurmont and see him looking at April. I know he wants to talk to her again, to have their creative geniuses working together again, but I don’t know how to help him…”

“Zee.” Zaion looked at Treyon. He had used a nickname they had come up with in their time of bonding. Yeah, the four of them had gotten close, like brothers, but these two had gotten the closest. Like twins. “It’s not all on you. This isn’t something you can magically fix or logic your way out of. Sometimes, you just have to let things fix themselves.”

“And what if they don’t get fixed?!”

“Then at least one of us will be able to translate to April what’s going on.” Zaion sighed.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am! Now, come on, I think Ray-Ray needs our help.”

“Ray-Ray?”

“Yeah, Raymon!” Zaion chuckled at the childish nickname.

“I swear, you act like a child, Tee.”

“Right back at ya, Zee.”

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Saurmont had gotten into painting more things to pass the time. This time, he had decided to paint a portrait of April in the newly re-built castle. He sat on the grass outside the castle, mindlessly painting and looking up every few minutes to look at April, who was sitting in the garden, on a break from rebuilding to soak up the sun. She looked so peaceful and so happy, her brown curls flowing in the wind. He smiled and started to paint more. He was putting every fiber of his being in the painting to make sure it looked pretty.

He was so very proud of how his drawing turned out in the end. It captured not the queen, but April, the young woman who sat in the gorgeous field of flowers that ran for miles, the bright summer sun shining down on her milk chocolate skin and pearly white smile, her brown curls waving all around as if they were dancing, her hazel eyes shining in the light. He looked down at the drawing and smiled, walking over to where April sat.

His hands shook with excitement. This was his best drawing yet. He was ecstatic to show it to April, his heart swelling with delight. Everything in him just felt light, like he could fly if he wanted. He reached where April was sitting and sat in front of her. He knew she couldn’t see him, but he had to show her his painting. He sat the painting down in front of her, and he watched her look down at the drawing and gasp.

She picked up the drawing and brought it to her face, squinting and examining every fine detail and every little thing that went into making the drawing. Saurmont rocked back and forth in excitement, seeing April’s face light up every time she comes across a small and complicated detail. His grin was as wide as possible, excited with what she’ll say, and what her reaction will be.

What he didn’t expect, however, was for her to lower the painting and look straight into his eyes. He stopped rocking, locking eyes with her. He was shocked, because usually whenever she looked in his direction, her eyes never focused on him, always flitting over his face, like she was trying to find his eyes. They sat in a bit of a stunned silence, Saurmont not daring to say anything because he didn’t want this moment to go away. He blinked, and when he opened his eyes, he noticed April’s had filled with tears, and her smile had grown wider. She set the drawing down and put her hand on top of his.

“Oh, Sunny, thank you! This is beautiful!” He sat, even more in shock, before he realized what was happening and his smile spread from ear to ear. This meant that she was finally able to see his cute brown eyes, his medium-length brown-almost-black hair, his dark chocolate skin, and his favorite orange beret and matching orange jacket, a golden shirt hiding underneath.

“I’m so glad you like it!” He lunged forward and tackled her in a hug, feeling like a kid once again.