There it was again—a flash of white among the verdant green of Elysian. It was the third time it had caught Endymion's eye, and he was determined to find the source. As he neared the spot, a face fit for a goddess appeared, halting him. Her angelic eyes widened, a blush staining her cheeks when she realized she had been spotted.

"My lady," he called, "are you lost?"

She shook her head.

"What is your name?" he asked, approaching slowly so as not to startle her.

"Serenity."

"Serenity," he echoed, taking her hand and kissing it. "I am Endymion."