Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne, I do not have the money. I own none of the characters from the show that are to be mentioned in this work of fiction, but my character, Gwendoline and her family are all mine.
Author's Note: I looked ahead of time to try and make sure this particular idea wasn't taken, but if by some miracle the storyline is already used, I apoligize to the owner. In any event, the idea came to me as I was on line looking at Escaflowne websites (though the idea was not based on anything I saw.)
Burn, Burn, Burn
To everyone else in Gwendoline's family, who had the misfortune of riding by on horseback as the Dragonslayers were burning villages in the area, it was a nightmare. Gwendoline's sister, Joy, was screaming her head off, "Papa! We have to get out of here!" She kept saying, nearly hysterical. Gwendoline's mother, Nadine, was trying to calm Joy down, and Gwendoline's brother, Ryuki and her father, Warren, were trying to control the startled horses who had panicked when a burning tree fell in front of them. So where was Gwendoline? She wasn't there. In all the confusion, no one noticed that the girl had gotten out of the carriage until it was too late. "Warren!!" Nadine screamed from the inside, "Where is Gwendoline?! She isn't here!" Warren gave the reigns to Ryuki and jumped off. He knew where to start looking. Towards the flames.
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Gwendoline wandered out of the forest, smoke and flame around her. She looked about her in a child - like amazement. The fires were....pretty. She liked watching fire. She always saw it as dancing, moving rhythmically to a melody it seemed no one could hear but her. Before, she had only seen little dancing flames, the ones that she made. The biggest one she had seen was a long time ago, and even though the fire then was pretty, she didn't like thinking about it. Someone had died in that fire, though she didn't remember who.
As she walked between the flames, Gwendoline heard something. She stoppped to listen. It was....laughter. It wasn't normal laughter, but laughter nonetheless. She turned her eyes towards the source.
She saw a giant robot, a guymelef was what her father had called them. She had never seen one this close before. This one was red, and it was where the laughter was coming from....
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Fire. Flames. He loved it, when they burned. It was death and chaos, and he, Dilandau Albatou was the incarnation of both. "Burn," he laughed with glee, watching the falling trees and crumbling houses. "YES, BURN! BURN!, HAHAHAHAHA!!" As he was in the midst of one of his latest sadistic ravings, Dilandau spotted something out of the corner of his eye. "Eh?" he said aloud turning to see what it was. He actually couldn't believe his eyes.
It was a girl, of that he was certain. What was she doing? She was in the midst of the flames. Sitting there, not running or screaming, just...sitting. Dilandau couldn't believe it. Even he had sense enough not to be as close to flames as she was. Whatever the reason was, Dilandau thought it was suspicious and decided that he needed to get a closer look.
After getting out of his guymelef, Dilandau saw that the girl had moved. He smirked. Perhaps he had scared her off after all. But then he saw her, a shadow behind walls of flames. Running over to her, and avoiding the spurting fires, Dilandau came so close and then stopped.
At first the girl was caught up in watching the flames, then she turned her attention to Dilandau. She said nothing, and she seemed just as placid and peaceful as one strolling casually through the park. The glow of the fires had eluminated her skin and made her eyes glow slightly. The slight breeze that had fanned the flames now caused her hair to sway ever so gently. How could anyone possibly look and act like that when they might burn to death at any moment? Dilandau just couldn't understand it. Wasn't she afraid of the fire? Or even remotely afraid of him? Dilandau wanted to say something, but suddenly a shadow came up behind the girl. "Gwendoline!" it exclaimed, and Dilandau saw that it was a man, more than likely the girl's father. The man lifted the girl up, who struggled against him, and carried her away. Dilandau at first wanted to follow, even...help the girl, but he didn't. His only obligation was to himself and his duty. The village was burned. Gone. That was good enough for him....wasn't it?
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Gwendoline fought her father Warren all the way to the carriage. She finally stopped after it had begun to move, carrying her away from the fires. She looked out the carriage window to catch one last glimpse of the huge flames, the wonderful dancing flames, which seemed to call to her, asking her to walk back amongst them, and watch them dance. "Pretty..." She murmured aloud. "Hush dear," said her mother, pulling Gwendoline's head gently around and to her lap. Tears filled Gwendoline's eyes. She couldn't see the flames anymore.
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Okay...that was weird, (lol) but what can I say? When you are a pyromaniac, you're weird. Anyway, next chapter will be up soon! BP
Author's Note: I looked ahead of time to try and make sure this particular idea wasn't taken, but if by some miracle the storyline is already used, I apoligize to the owner. In any event, the idea came to me as I was on line looking at Escaflowne websites (though the idea was not based on anything I saw.)
Burn, Burn, Burn
To everyone else in Gwendoline's family, who had the misfortune of riding by on horseback as the Dragonslayers were burning villages in the area, it was a nightmare. Gwendoline's sister, Joy, was screaming her head off, "Papa! We have to get out of here!" She kept saying, nearly hysterical. Gwendoline's mother, Nadine, was trying to calm Joy down, and Gwendoline's brother, Ryuki and her father, Warren, were trying to control the startled horses who had panicked when a burning tree fell in front of them. So where was Gwendoline? She wasn't there. In all the confusion, no one noticed that the girl had gotten out of the carriage until it was too late. "Warren!!" Nadine screamed from the inside, "Where is Gwendoline?! She isn't here!" Warren gave the reigns to Ryuki and jumped off. He knew where to start looking. Towards the flames.
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Gwendoline wandered out of the forest, smoke and flame around her. She looked about her in a child - like amazement. The fires were....pretty. She liked watching fire. She always saw it as dancing, moving rhythmically to a melody it seemed no one could hear but her. Before, she had only seen little dancing flames, the ones that she made. The biggest one she had seen was a long time ago, and even though the fire then was pretty, she didn't like thinking about it. Someone had died in that fire, though she didn't remember who.
As she walked between the flames, Gwendoline heard something. She stoppped to listen. It was....laughter. It wasn't normal laughter, but laughter nonetheless. She turned her eyes towards the source.
She saw a giant robot, a guymelef was what her father had called them. She had never seen one this close before. This one was red, and it was where the laughter was coming from....
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Fire. Flames. He loved it, when they burned. It was death and chaos, and he, Dilandau Albatou was the incarnation of both. "Burn," he laughed with glee, watching the falling trees and crumbling houses. "YES, BURN! BURN!, HAHAHAHAHA!!" As he was in the midst of one of his latest sadistic ravings, Dilandau spotted something out of the corner of his eye. "Eh?" he said aloud turning to see what it was. He actually couldn't believe his eyes.
It was a girl, of that he was certain. What was she doing? She was in the midst of the flames. Sitting there, not running or screaming, just...sitting. Dilandau couldn't believe it. Even he had sense enough not to be as close to flames as she was. Whatever the reason was, Dilandau thought it was suspicious and decided that he needed to get a closer look.
After getting out of his guymelef, Dilandau saw that the girl had moved. He smirked. Perhaps he had scared her off after all. But then he saw her, a shadow behind walls of flames. Running over to her, and avoiding the spurting fires, Dilandau came so close and then stopped.
At first the girl was caught up in watching the flames, then she turned her attention to Dilandau. She said nothing, and she seemed just as placid and peaceful as one strolling casually through the park. The glow of the fires had eluminated her skin and made her eyes glow slightly. The slight breeze that had fanned the flames now caused her hair to sway ever so gently. How could anyone possibly look and act like that when they might burn to death at any moment? Dilandau just couldn't understand it. Wasn't she afraid of the fire? Or even remotely afraid of him? Dilandau wanted to say something, but suddenly a shadow came up behind the girl. "Gwendoline!" it exclaimed, and Dilandau saw that it was a man, more than likely the girl's father. The man lifted the girl up, who struggled against him, and carried her away. Dilandau at first wanted to follow, even...help the girl, but he didn't. His only obligation was to himself and his duty. The village was burned. Gone. That was good enough for him....wasn't it?
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Gwendoline fought her father Warren all the way to the carriage. She finally stopped after it had begun to move, carrying her away from the fires. She looked out the carriage window to catch one last glimpse of the huge flames, the wonderful dancing flames, which seemed to call to her, asking her to walk back amongst them, and watch them dance. "Pretty..." She murmured aloud. "Hush dear," said her mother, pulling Gwendoline's head gently around and to her lap. Tears filled Gwendoline's eyes. She couldn't see the flames anymore.
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Okay...that was weird, (lol) but what can I say? When you are a pyromaniac, you're weird. Anyway, next chapter will be up soon! BP