Author: ChoChanger (hlchap@hotmail.com)
Summary: Is it possible to love to much? To be blinded by your own needs and self-suffering? Love is a dangerous thing...
Genre:Angst/Romance
A/N: Okay – i have NEVER written a skies of arcadia fic before so please go easy on me – oh yeah in if u don't like angst the door is over there – u know i seem to be obsessed with death in my fics, hmmmmm thats slightly worrying... Anyways please R&R even if its rubbish – no flames please, lol – oh yea i am so sorry about short chapters – it is a short story lol! ~*ChoChanger*~ Disclaimer: I don't own the characters they are my puppets and i am the the puppeteer ~*queue manical laughter*~ ahem... well actually i do own the Eclipse but thats nothing to be proud of... Chapter 1: Search for destiny
Piastol stood silently in the crow's nest of the 'Eclipse' gazing out upon the vacant skies of arcadia. Her blue, white hair whipped across her face and the cold wind beat against her slender body and made her eyes water as she penetrated the sky with a resilient determination, searching the skies for the one she hunted.
A year ago, when she boarded the Doc's ship she thought that nothing in the world could ever give her more pleasure that seeing her friend and sister once more. They were both there just as he had promised her; ready to welcome her back despite her heinous crimes as the 'Angel of Death'. Piastol shuddered to think of the terrible things she had done, the innocent lives she had slaughtered out of her own anger and need for vengeance. Those long years had been wasted. So she had stayed with Doc and Maria trying to redeem herself by making medicines for injured travelers and air pirates in hope that in helping others she might be saved from the fiery pits of hell. But something was always missing. Since the day when he had left her ship a hole had been pierced through her heart. No longer could she lure him in with the 'Black Spot' and challenge him to a fight to the death – not that she would want to, his death was the last thing she wanted. As the time went by her enthusiasm for making medicines and potions also seemed to extinguish and she became distant and solitary once more often spending hours at a time just staring out into the vast skies. Understandable Doc and Maria were very concerned at her sudden change in her activities and inquired what was wrong, but she couldn't tell them. How could she admit that the one man that had kept her strong and ruthless for all these years was now her one weakness? So instead she told Doc that she missed the thrills of sailing and being out on the open sky, so the kindly Doctor immediately assigned her a new boat (they had destroyed the old one as it bore the stigma of 'The angel of death') 'The Eclipse'. After many tearful goodbyes, Piastol had set of in search of her love and true purpose – Vyse. She knew that he was the one thing in arcadia that could make her truly happy and that the hole in her heart would not be filled until he was there, fighting and standing beside her, always and forever.
So now she stood on her ship scanning the skies for any trace of Vyse and Crescent Isle's but to no avail. Was she doomed to search the skies forever? No, she knew in her heart she would find him because it was her fate – her destiny.
A/N Short chapter – I am so sorry ran out of steam – please R&R
