Inori-chan's words: The directions are as follows:
-if you have the song "First Vision" from Escaflowne, play it when you start reading this and imagine what is happening according to the song.
-if you don't, then don't worry about it, you can still read it anyways.
NOTE: this does NOT contain any characters from Escaflowne in it, it is merely a story I made up to a song from Escaflowne. THUS, no flames because you thought this had Esca. characters in it, please! You had sufficient warning! Enjoy!
Light filtered in through the branches, and played silently across the warrior's face. She walked swiftly through the undergrowth, intent on her target, her heron-mark sword gleaming in the sunlight, it's blue handle hard and reassuring in her grip. The light danced across the blade, moving with the sleek, teenage body, her fiery red hair swinging along also.
Her destination was nearing, her target. She watched for the telltale shimmer of a metallic surface ahead, waiting for it's green phosphorescence to portray itself among the foliage and trunks.
Hearing a rustle to her left, she stops and readies herself for any oncoming attack. Wind blew red strands across her face; she ignores them and continues looking. It was only at this point that she could take the time to revel in her surroundings, but still keep a watchful eye out for the beast.
Looking up, she breathes in the sense of warm air, the leaves, and the trees. She smells fresh wildflowers to her left, in the field that she just came from, and can hear the distant sound of a majestic waterfall, crashing over the rocks. Returning her gaze to the thick and plentiful foliage around her, she begins to name the various herbs and plants, a smile flitting across her face. Sweet memories of her childhood plague her while she stands in wait, reveling about her past. She watches the wind blow the leaves of the trees, but something wakes her out of her trance.
Movement. Wheeling around, she faces her attacker, sword raised. After a long moment, it bursts from the bushes, fangs beared. Jumping out of the way, she swings her sword but only succeeds in merely grazing the dragon's shiny green scales. Dodging another attack, she charges the dragon and jumps on its back. In an attempt to throw her off, the dragon sways wildly, but she persists and hangs on. With one fellow swoop, she brings down her sword and strikes vehemently. Removing her sword and her body from the dragons' own, she drops gracefully to the forest floor.
The stabbing didn't even phase the dragon and it continues in a never- ending barrage of attacks, while she dodges. In one final attempt to destroy her, it opens its mouth and prepares to blast its attacker with an onslaught of flames. She thinks otherwise and gives a loud battle cry. Just as the fire is about to be released from the dragon's throat, she leaps forward; her sword raised, and jumps straight towards the dragon's mouth. Bringing down the sword, its cold harsh blade bites into the dragon's soft flesh.
Clearing away from the wound, she watches as the green shimmering lifeblood of the dragon pours out of its throat, along with ragged screams of torture emanating from the dragon. Then all movement ceases, and she stares in awe as the dragon's head descends to its final resting-place. It's eyes close and its last breath is exhaled, and she is the only thing left in her surroundings. She sighs in relief, for the dragon will no longer torment her homeland.
Panting heavily, she sheathes her sword and turns around, walking back the way she came, back to her new life, free of tormenting dragons.
-if you have the song "First Vision" from Escaflowne, play it when you start reading this and imagine what is happening according to the song.
-if you don't, then don't worry about it, you can still read it anyways.
NOTE: this does NOT contain any characters from Escaflowne in it, it is merely a story I made up to a song from Escaflowne. THUS, no flames because you thought this had Esca. characters in it, please! You had sufficient warning! Enjoy!
Light filtered in through the branches, and played silently across the warrior's face. She walked swiftly through the undergrowth, intent on her target, her heron-mark sword gleaming in the sunlight, it's blue handle hard and reassuring in her grip. The light danced across the blade, moving with the sleek, teenage body, her fiery red hair swinging along also.
Her destination was nearing, her target. She watched for the telltale shimmer of a metallic surface ahead, waiting for it's green phosphorescence to portray itself among the foliage and trunks.
Hearing a rustle to her left, she stops and readies herself for any oncoming attack. Wind blew red strands across her face; she ignores them and continues looking. It was only at this point that she could take the time to revel in her surroundings, but still keep a watchful eye out for the beast.
Looking up, she breathes in the sense of warm air, the leaves, and the trees. She smells fresh wildflowers to her left, in the field that she just came from, and can hear the distant sound of a majestic waterfall, crashing over the rocks. Returning her gaze to the thick and plentiful foliage around her, she begins to name the various herbs and plants, a smile flitting across her face. Sweet memories of her childhood plague her while she stands in wait, reveling about her past. She watches the wind blow the leaves of the trees, but something wakes her out of her trance.
Movement. Wheeling around, she faces her attacker, sword raised. After a long moment, it bursts from the bushes, fangs beared. Jumping out of the way, she swings her sword but only succeeds in merely grazing the dragon's shiny green scales. Dodging another attack, she charges the dragon and jumps on its back. In an attempt to throw her off, the dragon sways wildly, but she persists and hangs on. With one fellow swoop, she brings down her sword and strikes vehemently. Removing her sword and her body from the dragons' own, she drops gracefully to the forest floor.
The stabbing didn't even phase the dragon and it continues in a never- ending barrage of attacks, while she dodges. In one final attempt to destroy her, it opens its mouth and prepares to blast its attacker with an onslaught of flames. She thinks otherwise and gives a loud battle cry. Just as the fire is about to be released from the dragon's throat, she leaps forward; her sword raised, and jumps straight towards the dragon's mouth. Bringing down the sword, its cold harsh blade bites into the dragon's soft flesh.
Clearing away from the wound, she watches as the green shimmering lifeblood of the dragon pours out of its throat, along with ragged screams of torture emanating from the dragon. Then all movement ceases, and she stares in awe as the dragon's head descends to its final resting-place. It's eyes close and its last breath is exhaled, and she is the only thing left in her surroundings. She sighs in relief, for the dragon will no longer torment her homeland.
Panting heavily, she sheathes her sword and turns around, walking back the way she came, back to her new life, free of tormenting dragons.