Zoe in Animeland
Authors Note: Hi this is an idea I recently came up with. Despite the title this is in no way related to Alice in Wonderland the plot is quite different. I do not own any of the anime series or movies that will appear in this story only my OC
Prologue:
The night was splintered with angry cries and fireballs exploded in the trees. Two blinding white streaks which were wolves shot through the trees followed closely by a great red elk. All around the din continued and the explosions and fire were getting perilously closer to the fleeing figures. Suddenly a fireball exploded directly behind the elk's hind hooves and it went flying through the air landing hard on its chest throwing its rider. Up ahead the pair of wolves stopped and another figure of a young woman sprang from one's back and rushed back to fallen elk and rider.
"Ashitaka!" the figure cried as she approached.
The young man, Ashitaka groaned and lifted his head. A little ways back the elk had gotten to its feet and seemed unhurt save for a few scrapes on its chest and was favoring one of its front legs. The girl finally reached the boy's side the firelight illuminating her fierce animal-like mask. He let out another groan and opened his eyes.
"San." he managed to say weakly. "I'm here Ashitaka." the girl named San said as she removed her mask allowing him to see her sandy brown hair and dark eyes. "Come on let's get you out of here." San wrapped her arms gently around Ashitaka's waist and tried to get him up but he let out a shout of pain and fell back.
"What's wrong?" San demanded the question aimed at both Ashitaka and one of the wolves who snarled nervously as the shouting grew louder and the flames closer.
"Think…ribs…are broken." Ashitaka managed out through gritted teeth. "Don't worry." San assured him. "We'll take care of it back at the base." She moved to help Ashitaka up once more but he gently pushed her back. "San you need to go without me."
"No!" San gasped horrified. "Ashitaka I'm not going anywhere without you."
Ashitaka gave a feeble grin. "You have to." he told San. "We can't afford for both of us to be captured. You have to tell the others. Take Yakul. I'll be fine." By this point the red elk called Yakul had hobbled up to the rest of the group. With a loud cry of rage and despair San wrenched herself from Ashitaka's side and gently grasped Yakul's reins. Swinging herself up onto one of the wolves' backs she allowed herself one last glance at her fallen companion.
"I will come for you Ashitaka. I swear." The young man gave a pained smile. "I know you will San." he said close to a whisper. Another boom shook the woods and fresh flames sprung up. As San fled with the red elk in tow and tears flowing down her face.
Hours later she was seated in what had once been a very grand dining room. A broken chandelier lay in one of the far corners of the room and the white table cloth was stained and torn. Despite the damage the room had taken it was still full of people. The chair creaked ominously as San shifted her weight and glared down at her lap. It was now five o'clock in the morning and she was furious, desperate, and exhausted.
"So Ashitaka was captured." the boy sitting across from her. He was young only twelve or thirteen wearing expensive looking clothes with a dark blue eye. The other was covered by a patch.
"Yes." San growled through her clenched teeth. 'I've already told you a thousand times already squirt!' she seethed silently to herself.
"Ashitaka was a great warrior and loyal comrade. His capture is a devastating blow to our forces." a soft voice to San's left murmured. She snapped her head and directed her anger the speaker's way. A young man who looked around Ashitaka's age with white hair and soft but serious light brown eyes. He wore a small golden crown on his head and a dark blue royal outfit. As San looked the boy's gaze saddened just a hint.
"I also know what he meant to you San so I am truly sorry." San just scowled in response. Who did Mytho think he was anyway? How could he possibly understand her losing Ashitaka? She didn't know what was worse…Mytho's sympathy or Ciel's cold indifference. She couldn't take any more of it she stood up abruptly further destabilizing the already delicate table and stormed out of the room.
"San wait!" another girl tall with short red hair a willowy build and wearing a white and pink ballet costume cried as she made to go after her but Mytho who was sitting beside her held up a hand to stop her. "Let her go Tutu she needs to be alone right now." he told her calmly. The girl known as Tutu slowly sat back down sorrow in her large blue eyes.
After a long pause another person, a man with dark hair and eyes tall slim build and a white and black mask over his eyes slammed his fist down on the table in frustration sending large shards of wood flying through the air and causing the people on either side of him to edge away nervously in their seats. The man didn't appear to notice or care.
"We can't keep doing this!" he yelled furiously.
"Each day the enemy grows stronger and more and more innocent people suffer while we sit here and do nothing!" Several more angry outbursts followed this remark as the other attenders of the meeting loudly protesting his words. After several minutes of this the young man known as Mytho stood up.
"That is enough!" he said. He didn't shout but the stern tone in his voice was enough to cease the arguing. Everyone fell quiet at his rebuke. Mytho continued to speak.
"We're all aware of the situation Wild Tiger." he began the sternness still present in his words. "And we're doing everything we can. I told you right now we have to wait for Zero and his team to get back before we make any sort of strike against the Council. He's the best strategist we have and I won't lose any more of our allies due to rashness. We've have enough of them captured, missing, or…" Mytho caught himself his eyes darkening with sadness. "Like Rue."
By his side the girl known as Princess Tutu gazed at the prince with sympathy. Five days an attack left the love of Mytho's life, Rue, severely injured and in a coma from which she had not yet awakened. This had been the second blow to the prince within a month. Only 2 weeks before Rue's injury Mytho's good friend Fakir one of the best swordsmen and fighters of the Resistance had gone on a mission and never came back. It was now widely believed that he had been imprisoned. A pensive silence fell over the council as they all remembered friends and partners that were now being held somewhere and most undoubtedly being interrogated and/or tortured. This time the quiet pause was broken by the boy Ciel.
"We're getting nowhere with this." he noted. "We should all get some sleep and try to think out a solution to this later."
Everyone murmured their agreement and got up to leave. The room gradually emptied until only Mytho and Tutu were left. As the prince started to take his leave he noticed that his companion staying where she was silently gazing out the window. He stopped. "Tutu…what is it?" he asked quietly. Princess Tutu started and then slowly turned back to face him.
"It's nothing my prince." she said. "I was just thinking." With that she curtsied and daintily strode out of the room. Now only Mytho remained. With a sigh he turned and looked out at the serene sight of the full moon that was starting to sink below the horizon as the stars started to fade both heralding the arrival of daybreak. Mytho sighed again and lowered his eyes. The quiet couldn't last. Not for long. Soon enough the conflict would begin again and more often than not more losses would be inflicted. And the despair of the Resistance would only increase. As one of the Resistance leaders Mytho tried to remain calm and collected for the other members but even he was beginning to lose hope. With Fakir, Ashitaka, and countless others who loss could not be afforded the struggle against the evil forces Mytho and the others were trying to prevail against grew harder and harder.
With those in mind Mytho at last made his leave of the meeting room. As he passed through the doors a new thought joined the others. 'If we're going to succeed in restoring peace to our home we're going to need a miracle and need one soon…"