I Will Remember
(Working Title)


(STILL IN PROGRESS)


By Ricky Galahad

Ricky, Dolores, Cain, Butch, Charles, Guile, Tylia and anything 
else associated with his universe are © Ricky Galahad.
All Road Rover names, situations, or anything associated with 
the Rover universe are © Warner Bros. This story is meant solely 
for not-for-profit entertainment and is not meant to infringe on 
any copyrights.
Alethia © Kylen Miles
Sierra © Elista Adkins
Star © Kathrine Gore
Spirit © Connie Smernos
Huntress © Greywolf Lupous

Any comments, concerns, questions or support you’d like to fling 
my way may be sent to daily_bread@hotmail.com
 
All original poetry or lyrics found herein belong to me and if 
you feel it’s good enough to post someplace, please give me at 
least a little credit.




"They have struggled for survival;
 they have gone down to defeat before
the indifferent forces of wind and sea.
Out of fatalism touched with
faith and out of a supreme weariness,
they resign themselves to defeat
and in that resignation, find release."

-John Millington Synge




	"If I had known it was going to be this hotski, I would 
have worn some extra pads..."
	The soft, furry brow of some type of dogman can be made 
out, his sky blue eyes filled with a sort of majesty, wisdom and 
maturity. We can hear his thoughts like a beat in our own heads, 
almost soothing. He reaches up and tugs on his strawberry 
colored bow tie, attempting to straighten it out. He’s so busy 
fussing with it he doesn’t hear a pair of footsteps creep up 
behind him. He freezes and looks slightly to his right when he 
feels two silky palms gliding over his knuckles and fixing his 
bow tie for him.
	"This tux looks great on you Exile," his admirer let’s out. 
He smiles, recognizing the lovely voice dabbing at his ears.
	"Much thanks comrade Alethia. I spent much time picking it 
out. And much time figuring out how to put it on!"
	He turns around with a grateful and happy expression on his 
face. It almost comically morphs into jaw dropping awe. Alethia 
lets out a small giggle.
	"Ai yai yai! Alethia, you look absolutely beautiful! 
Nothing in Mother Russia could compare to you!"
	Alethia lowers her head, blushing slightly as a thick 
strand of white hair droops over the left side of her face, 
curling down to tickle the crevice of her mouth. Her gentle 
lavender eyes melt in embarrassment as she lazily traces tense 
fingers along the slit on the right side of her dress, from mid-
thigh to toe. For all her years, compliments still transform her 
into a nervous schoolgirl. The refined Japanese Spitz could 
literally feel herself turning into the color of her ruby dress, 
though it was probably only in her own head. The Stiletto pumps 
on her feet suddenly begin feeling just a little tighter than 
when she first walked over.
	"Oh geez Exilo," she utters through an unmistakably gushing 
laugh, "you’re gonna embarrass me."
	The Husky’s smile is almost mischievous.
	"What do you mean, going to?"
	Alethia can’t help but laugh, in spite of herself.
	"I’m just glad my shoes match."
	"Well, I’d gladly take your job over mineski. I haven’t 
been this nervous since day I went on first mission. I just want 
everything to go smoothly."
	She smiles.
	"You did a wonderful job Exile."
	He laughs.
	"Wellski, you can’t go wrong with a plain ol’ black tux. 
Besides, it makes sense for Best Man and Groomsmen to wear 
colors opposite groom, no?"
	"You’re asking me?"
	"You seem to know a lot."
	Alethia grins.
	"Well, if you’re asking if I’ve had any visions lately, the 
answer is no. I’m happy to say I slept wonderfully last night. 
Well, unless you count that disturbing dreaming involving a very 
odd Twinkie fight..."
	He looks at her, the joke obviously going right over his 
head. Alethia takes his left hand in her right and rubs it 
lightly, trying hard to hold in her laughter.
	"Everything is going to be fine Exile. I’ll see you inside, 
okay? I want to get a seat close to the front."
	"A seat for twoski?"
	Alethia shakes her head solemnly. Exile sighs.
	"I’m sorry Al."
	"So am I."
	"Was it Cain?"
	"No. He just said it would be too hard to be here."
	"I guess I can understand why it would hurt too muchski."
	"Maybe. But I still told him to try. If he really loved 
her, he would show up for the biggest day of her life."
	"I guess you’re rightski. I guess it’s just hard when it’s 
probably the worst day of his."
	Alethia thinks of adding something further, but Exile turns 
around to stare out over the landscape before she can. Nothing 
but Nature’s glory as far as the eye can see. She turns and 
walks back into the chapel.