Hi there
First I have to say that I am a bit excited... this is the first fanfic I have translated into english and my english in not very good (But my english teacher loooked over it, so it should be okay) Sorry if there are faults anyway :)
And I do not own Blue Dragon.
Now, enjoy and please let me know, if this is any good ^^
Kluke
A staccato cry sounded and I turned around. I had not seen it, was too fixed on Shu's security. Even he had seen it before it happened.
Now I saw it. Blood dripped to the ground and formed a puddle. I could only stare at it. I knew who was there. I finally forced myself to look up.
She stood there, looking forward, but her eyes were absent. Slowly she pulled the bloody sword out of her chest.
There was silence. Nobody said anything. No one moved. All they simply looked at her, even her enemies. I looked at Giro, who had expelled the scream. He was shocked. I had never seen anyone that shocked. Rage was in his eyes. And profound sadness.
The clang of the sword, as it fell to the ground, tore me from my trance-like state.
"NO", I yelled as I saw her fall to the side and ran to her, without looking around.
When I arrived, I knelt down beside her, took her hand and put her head on my lap. She was pale and her breathing was rattling. When I looked into her eyes, I saw what I did not want to see. She knew she did not have much time, maybe a few minutes. She was dying.
Shu and Giro appeared beside me, clutching Giro Zola other hand with both hands, as if his life would depend on it.
I could not help tears running down my cheeks. We could do nothing, help was too far away.
She had not seen it coming. It had to come from behind, otherwise she would have dodge easily. Probably she had noticed something a split second before or had been forced in a rotation in the course of the fight, as it had happened so many times before so that the sword had hit her head-on.
"Forgive me ..." Her eyes were full of pain as she whispered this to us. These quiet words were burned into my memory. I would never forget them. She reproached herself that we would be left alone, little trained and disorganized, as we were, when she was not there.
I wanted to tell her that there was nothing to forgive, but I did not. It would only make things worse. For us just like for her.
Zola answered gently the squeeze of Giros hands.
Slowly, the power left her.
Only four of us had come to this clearing, she, Giro, Shu and I, and we were looking for a special plant because Mannomaro needed it to save a poisoned woman. He, Bouquet and Conrad had remained with her.
But here Logi's men had ambushed us. And now Zola was dying, because I had not paid attention. Maybe I could have stopped the sword, perhaps ...
Shu also began to cry and I knew it was over. Her eyes looked straight up into the forest canopy, through the openings in some places the sun sparkled. The sun shone mercilessly down upon the world, as if everything would be in order. But that was it not.
I sobbed. Shu was still crying. Silence.
And Giro ... He only stared at her lifeless body, with a blank and expressionless look. She had been something like his family. Except for us, he had only had her, and most of us he really could not stand. And it was him who closed her eyes.
Tears dripped on her forehead, they were mine and I gently wiped them away.
Even in death she was still beautiful, though pale and lifeless.
That could not have been it! She could not be dead! Not so easily!
I sobbed violently.
Then I heard another scream and it was so horrible that I just had to cry harder. I could not help it.
Bouquet appeared beside me, just as I wept and she clung onto me.
"No, no, no," she whimpered as I hugged her, making sure to move as little as possible.
Even Conrad knelt beside Shu and looked down at our friend. Likewise Mannomaro.
We remained a long time without going away or moving. Bouquets whimpering was getting quieter until our silence turned into something of a wake.
The heat from her body went slowly.
Finally, I did not know how much time had passed, Giro and Mannomaro stood up and went away.
I could no longer bear the sight of her as she lay there, cold, lifeless and pale , but I also could not move.
Shu bowed his head in farewell, then turned around and left.
I had always thought he was childish, but here and now, he had undoubtedly grown up and was more serious than I had ever seen him. She had been important to us all. Our mentor, assistant ... and protector.
And now it was over.
A few seconds later, Bouquet followed him. Now, only Conrad and I were there.
Conrad mourned as well as Giro. It almost seemed as if he would be the last one to stay with her. I could understand it.
Finally, I leaned forward, looked at her one last time and said goodbye. She was now in a better place, far away from pain and suffering. In safety.
Then I laid her head gently on the ground, got up and left without looking back. Left Conrad alone with her.Ü
Iswear, We will make you proud, I thought sadly, you have not died in vain.
