Blind Hope
By LittleGreenBear
Author's note: This takes place after Try. The only spoiler (I think) will be what you see in the ending credits of Try, but it is not too big. I stole blatantly from other fanfictions and manga, but I mean no disrespect towards the authors of these works. Think of it rather as a homage to these wonderful works.
Chapter 1: Falling
Zelgadis walked along the grass-covered plain, looking at the afternoon sun with squinted eyes. He didn't know where he was. He never did. But somewhere in the middle of this plain of grass he hoped to find something. He didn't know what he searched for either. But somewhere he hoped to find it.
The grasses began to rustle, as though there was a wind, when Zelgadis could feel nothing. The brilliant green blades shifted back and fourth, back and fourth. It was then that Zel began to feel the land beneath him move, like the earth's very molecules were bumping against one another. The grains of dirt beneath him moved with the grasses, and suddenly opened beneath him.
He was falling.
Jutting rocks, inches from his hands, flew past him. He reached for them out of instinct, and finally caught one. Both of his stone hands clung on, and his mind sped through thoughts of what might have happened. Would he be found? He came upon in his quick thoughts. He prayed to L-sama he would.
Prince Philionel el de Saillune cantered through the forest on his beautiful white steed. In his hands was a golden rein, he sat on a beautifully ornamented saddle. His soldiers surrounded him, each in their best and most crisply pressed uniform. The trees around them reached to the sky, and through the leaves came glimpses of midday sun. The dirt track he and his entourage rode upon was covered in tracks. The forest wind whispered in his ears, as he watched a soldier come to a stop in front of him.
"Would you like to stop for a moment, your majesty?"
Phil nodded, and two soldiers came to help him off his horse, though he hardly needed it.
He looked around from his lower position, and felt the urge to leave the crowd of soldiers. He coughed, and spoke to the captain of his guards.
"If you will excuse me for a moment…"
The Captain nodded quickly, and Philionel strayed from the path they had been following.
Around him were the same trees, but they seemed less lively, more quite then the ones he had been near before. Peacefulness surrounded him, as the whisper of the wind seemed to speed up.
"Amelia…" He thought, glad to know he was heading home. No matter how badly his trip had gone, the very thought of his daughter made him joyful. The peace treaty had not been signed, disaster may or may not strike, but he was glad to be going home to her. She brightened the darkest skies.
Lost in his thoughts of his precious daughter, Phil did not feel the rumbling of the trees and earth. It was only when the ground began to split beneath his feet that he noticed.
He fell.
Instantly, he grabbed a rock. He looked up, only to find he was too far down to climb. He looked down to find that there was no visible bottom. He tried to cry to the soldiers, only to find that while his mind was clam, his body shook, and his voice was sore was fear.
And the wind continued to whisper in his ears.
She tried to keep the tear from trickling down her pale face. And failed. She was sitting upon her bed, on top of a golden comforter. The canopy above her was sheer and let the light shine through. A large window was open partially, letting her feel the breeze. She sat facing two large oak doors, but her eyes were toward her light purple skirt. It puffed out in front of her, flattened slightly from where her arms lied against it.
Would he ever come back? Would he die searching for a cure that might never be found? Her tears fell faster down her face as she buried herself in misery. She only wished to seem his face, to tell him the truth. She would go anywhere for him, everywhere for him. If only she could see him once more, she would… Or at least that's what you say, she told her self, you are too frightened to tell him. You know it's over. You will never find him again, find someone else. No! She yelled to the voice in her mind, she asked him to come back! He would, soon, he would come back.
And if he came back, would she tell him she loved him, and marry him? Unlikely. Would she even get the guts to tell him, full out, truthfully, her feelings? And even if she could, what would come of that. Her mind was in the middle of a circular discussion, one which haunted her everyday.
She looked at the purple fabric of her dress, examining the silken overskirt, trying to find something in it that wasn't there. Which was why she didn't notice the purple- haired man before her.
"Hello, Princess."
Amelia looked up, startled.
"Xellos!"
There he floated above her, his staff across his lap.
Xellos held rested his chin against his hand.
"Hmm…" He muttered, "Would she…?"
Amelia's eyebrows slanted, worried and nervous about Xellos' sudden visit.
"What are you doing here?"
Xellos smiled, and flipped over, so that his face was right in front of Amelia's,
"Sore wa himitsu desu!"
Amelia fell backwards onto the bed, getting up immediately afterwards. She stood on the oak floor of her bedroom.
"What do you want?"
Xellos' smile got larger as he lowered himself, feet first, to the ground.
"Would you save your father, or your lover?"