Lunar stretches out her hand in front of Solar. Solar misunderstands and grabs it.
Lunar: Take off your dog's claw! Don't grab my hand! It's me who can grab yours. Do you understand?
Solar: Yes, Miss Tudor.
Solar takes his hand off Lunar's hand, and stretches out his hand again for her to grab. Lunar grabs his hand, and takes him to shift from the bench to the fountain.
Lunar: Have a seat.
Solar: Yes, Miss Tudor.
They sit on the stone at the brink of fountain.
Lunar: This is the Fountain Youth.
Solar: It's rumored that the Fountain Youth can bring someone sixty back to his sixteen. I thought it only exists in the myths of book, until tonight I can almost smell the mist of the Fountain Youth.
Lunar: Youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of nice skin, pretty face, and slender figure; it is a matter of will, an attitude of life, and a leap of faith; it is the freshness of hot springs of life.
Solar: I agree with you, Miss Tudor. Someone in sixty, but without faith, he looks sixty; someone in sixty, but with faith, he looks sixteen. I am in mid-twenties, but with faith, that makes me remain sixteen.
Lunar: May I ask who and where were you? When you were sixteen.
Solar: I was a schoolboy at senior high school. I once dreamed I could close my eyes, and wake up at the classroom of senior high school. It's the first time I felt the youthful restlessness; it's the first time I felt the vague crush; it's the first time I felt the clear aim. It is a state of pride, purity, and innocence.
Lunar: You are satisfied with your school life. May you please picture one day of your school life for me?
Solar: One day of my school life started with a wake-up call. At 6:45, I woke up, having my breakfast; at 7:25, I drove to school, listening to my favorite music; at 7:55, I had a history class, debating on the courses of the Civil War;
at 9:00, I had a calculus class, concentrating on a complex problem; at 10:05, I met my core group at cafeteria, complaining the calculus homework; at 11:00, I had an English literature class, discussing The Great Gatsby and the American Dream;
at 12:10, I had my lunch with my core group, reviewing the notes for the next class; at 13:05, I changed my cloth, practising basketball at the gym; at 16:00, I drove home, working on my homework; at 19:30, I had dinner with my family, telling them about my school day, playing video game with an online friend from another state; at 22:30, I checked school portal one last time, confirming tomorrow's deadlines before bed.
Lunar: It seems you have a leisure and easy school life at senior high school; it seems students are much more happier than king's children without worries; it seems you start to miss the precious hours at school.
Solar: I did have worries then. I was worried that I might be isolated or bullied by the others; I was worried that I might fail the final exams or the SAT; I was worried that I might be disliked by the girl that I had a crush on.
Lunar: You did have a crush on a girl then, didn't you?
Solar: She's the smartest one among us. Who wouldn't like her? I mean I liked her, but how could I deserve her. I just buried the crush in the heart, and let the time to decay it, unless she really liked me. Maybe she has forgotten me, when the wave of time washes off the footprints on the sand of memory.
Lunar: To remember is much easier than to forget. It's almost been five hundred years. Each time I recall one day of my sixteen, as if it were just yesterday. One day of my sixteen started with a maid's whisper.
At 5:00, I woke up, reading my personal prayer book under candlelight; at 7:00, I studied languages with my tutor, composing elegant Latin epistles, conversing in polished Greek, Italian and French, and later studied history, philosophy and rhetoric;
at 12:00, I dressed in ceremonial gown, dining the main meal with family, ambassadors and nobles, conversing with guests politely carefully; at 15:00, I signed letters, doing needlework with ladies, listening to the news and rumours;
at 17:00, I walked in privy garden, practising the graceful steps of dance; at 19:00, I listened to music from an accomplished musician, singing the songs of love and loss; at 21:00, I had a supper, reading English literature, writing my own diary before bed.
Solar: It's quite an occupied schedule of one day of your sixteen.
Lunar: I was the king's daughter and the future queen. To be a future queen is required to be more diligent than all the others.
Solar: Terrific!
Lunar: You are the wizard king's descendant, but still you are required to activate the power within your blood.
Solar: What do you recommend to activate the power within my blood?
Lunar: A drop of elixir from the Fountain Youth. Open your mouth.
Lunar stretches out her hand, summoning a drop of elixir from the Fountain Youth at her fingertip, throwing that drop of elixir into his mouth.
Solar opens his mouth, and swallows that drop of elixir from her fingertip with blush. He blushes, because he feels the power within his blood being activated; he blushes, because he feels powerful like he could do shape shift, that allows him to transform into a huge wolf; he blushes, because he thinks he's being fed like a little dog by Lunar.
Solar: Thank you, Miss Tudor, for offering me a drop of elixir and activating the power within my blood.
Lunar: You just activate your power within your blood, but still you need to leard how to control and use your power. You never know how strong you are, until being strong is the only choice.