Anzu of Arc
By: Jujubie
::Meh fourth ficcie posted! YAY-fullness!::
Bio: Do you know the story of Joan of Arc? Well, this is a story of a young 17-year old woman, helping the French defeat the English in the Hundred Years' War. This time Anzu Mazaki is taking the role of Joan, trying to defeat the Egyptians this time, the same as her long ancestor Joan did 20 years ago...
Summary: Anzu, taking role of Joan is forced to help the French fight against the Egyptians to end this long-time feud and help the French regain its independence it once had. Full of twists and turns! R&R!
Note: Something's in this fic will be altered and won't all be necessarily the truth or what really happened and something's from the history will be altered. I got this idea from reading about Joan of Arc in global and it seemed pretty interesting so I said why the heck not? Lol...on with the fic!
*** Chapter 1
"Back off you evil cretins! And restore this land to whom it rightfully belonged!" A young woman exclaimed, no older than seventeen summers. Clad in a gray rag for a shirt and black worn pants, little armor shielding her from attack. The young man laughed, as if she said something funny.
"Haha! Give back land to whom it rightfully belonged too!? I'll tell you one thing...if it doesn't belong to the English then it certainly doesn't belong to you mangy filthy French!" He spat out as if it were something distasteful in his mouth. He frowned deeply. "If your worth for nothing 'parents' weren't able too then you certainly won't!" The parents he had referred to were the French king and queen. The young woman glared daggers at him, or rather his heart.
"Ugh, as if I'd believe the likes of you! I don't trust a word that has come from that filthy mouth!" Her beautiful cerulean eyes slit in anger. The young man walked up to her and cupped her chin forcefully up to face him. Warm dark brown, meeting blazed radiant azure. The slowly he replied, in more of a demand than a question.
"Marry me..." He said so softly and seemed so real, that if she didn't se the little gleam in the back of his eye, would've believed it true. She snared her teeth, then inconspicuously raised her dagger in her left hand and carved a J into his right arm. He immediately let go of her pushed her harshly, sending her careening into the hot sand. He grabbed his right arm and hissed in pain and between clenched teeth hissed venomously. "Whether you like it or not, you'll be mine, whether your dead or alive." Still sitting down she rolled her eyes and mischievously added.
"Not in a million years."
He glared at her and set his mouth in a straight line.
"Fine. Then to death be with you. Off to the chambers where you will be held until it is the time of your cruxification!" He bellowed out and a herd of soldiers came in, seizing her and dragging her off into the jail cell. Once a few good meters away from him, he yelled out. "You had your chance Joan." He snapped. Joan heard his remark and spat back.
"I'd rather DIE than marry you! You filthy, ugly egotistical bastard!" With that she disappeared from view, the young man grimacing.
"You'll see Joan, if I can't have you than I will make sure no one will...mark my word!" And with that flipped his cape and walked back in the opposite direction.
** 2 days later **
"Joan no! You can't stay here! You have to come and escape with us! You have a 3-month year old baby at home! And what about your lover? Pharaoh Seth of Egypt? What're you going to do about that?" A servant wept into her rags as Joan did the best she could to comfort her through the metal barricade.
"I can do no such thing. I helped my people win the war with England, but now it is my child's turn to help and protect France for I had a premonition last night in these chambers, that a new evil will awake and resurface and try to regain control of the whole world this time." Joan spoke gravely. "And I...I have seen that it is my child's turn to defend not only France this time but the whole world from this evil." The servant gasped.
"O my lord! God forbid that should ever to happen!" She blubbered out. Joan's sad eyes turned to face her.
"It will...and I will die with no regrets except for the fact that I won't be able to see her grow right before my very own eyes. But even then, I'll be watching her from the skies above." Joan clasped the servant's hand. "Will you tell her that when the time is right for me? And to my dear lover Seth, may god forgive the sin purged from us, but tell him that I love him with all my heart and hope he will let King Louis XI raise our child." The servant nodded, afraid that if she spoke that she would weep till the day of dawn, when the cruxification would take place.
"Yes of course." The servant walked to the doorway. "Maid of Orleans." She whispered and Joan flushed.
"Please don't call me that." Joan persisted. The servant nodded in reply.
"One thing m'lady. What shall you name her?" The servant pressed. Joan thought a moment the replied.
"Anzu."
*~ 1431 Joan of Arc was tortured and burned at the stake after being accused of heresy. ~*
End Of Chapter 1 ***
::A/N: So whatcha think? Good? Sucks? Opinions pplz! Thanx 4 reading meh fic!::
Bio: Do you know the story of Joan of Arc? Well, this is a story of a young 17-year old woman, helping the French defeat the English in the Hundred Years' War. This time Anzu Mazaki is taking the role of Joan, trying to defeat the Egyptians this time, the same as her long ancestor Joan did 20 years ago...
Summary: Anzu, taking role of Joan is forced to help the French fight against the Egyptians to end this long-time feud and help the French regain its independence it once had. Full of twists and turns! R&R!
Note: Something's in this fic will be altered and won't all be necessarily the truth or what really happened and something's from the history will be altered. I got this idea from reading about Joan of Arc in global and it seemed pretty interesting so I said why the heck not? Lol...on with the fic!
*** Chapter 1
"Back off you evil cretins! And restore this land to whom it rightfully belonged!" A young woman exclaimed, no older than seventeen summers. Clad in a gray rag for a shirt and black worn pants, little armor shielding her from attack. The young man laughed, as if she said something funny.
"Haha! Give back land to whom it rightfully belonged too!? I'll tell you one thing...if it doesn't belong to the English then it certainly doesn't belong to you mangy filthy French!" He spat out as if it were something distasteful in his mouth. He frowned deeply. "If your worth for nothing 'parents' weren't able too then you certainly won't!" The parents he had referred to were the French king and queen. The young woman glared daggers at him, or rather his heart.
"Ugh, as if I'd believe the likes of you! I don't trust a word that has come from that filthy mouth!" Her beautiful cerulean eyes slit in anger. The young man walked up to her and cupped her chin forcefully up to face him. Warm dark brown, meeting blazed radiant azure. The slowly he replied, in more of a demand than a question.
"Marry me..." He said so softly and seemed so real, that if she didn't se the little gleam in the back of his eye, would've believed it true. She snared her teeth, then inconspicuously raised her dagger in her left hand and carved a J into his right arm. He immediately let go of her pushed her harshly, sending her careening into the hot sand. He grabbed his right arm and hissed in pain and between clenched teeth hissed venomously. "Whether you like it or not, you'll be mine, whether your dead or alive." Still sitting down she rolled her eyes and mischievously added.
"Not in a million years."
He glared at her and set his mouth in a straight line.
"Fine. Then to death be with you. Off to the chambers where you will be held until it is the time of your cruxification!" He bellowed out and a herd of soldiers came in, seizing her and dragging her off into the jail cell. Once a few good meters away from him, he yelled out. "You had your chance Joan." He snapped. Joan heard his remark and spat back.
"I'd rather DIE than marry you! You filthy, ugly egotistical bastard!" With that she disappeared from view, the young man grimacing.
"You'll see Joan, if I can't have you than I will make sure no one will...mark my word!" And with that flipped his cape and walked back in the opposite direction.
** 2 days later **
"Joan no! You can't stay here! You have to come and escape with us! You have a 3-month year old baby at home! And what about your lover? Pharaoh Seth of Egypt? What're you going to do about that?" A servant wept into her rags as Joan did the best she could to comfort her through the metal barricade.
"I can do no such thing. I helped my people win the war with England, but now it is my child's turn to help and protect France for I had a premonition last night in these chambers, that a new evil will awake and resurface and try to regain control of the whole world this time." Joan spoke gravely. "And I...I have seen that it is my child's turn to defend not only France this time but the whole world from this evil." The servant gasped.
"O my lord! God forbid that should ever to happen!" She blubbered out. Joan's sad eyes turned to face her.
"It will...and I will die with no regrets except for the fact that I won't be able to see her grow right before my very own eyes. But even then, I'll be watching her from the skies above." Joan clasped the servant's hand. "Will you tell her that when the time is right for me? And to my dear lover Seth, may god forgive the sin purged from us, but tell him that I love him with all my heart and hope he will let King Louis XI raise our child." The servant nodded, afraid that if she spoke that she would weep till the day of dawn, when the cruxification would take place.
"Yes of course." The servant walked to the doorway. "Maid of Orleans." She whispered and Joan flushed.
"Please don't call me that." Joan persisted. The servant nodded in reply.
"One thing m'lady. What shall you name her?" The servant pressed. Joan thought a moment the replied.
"Anzu."
*~ 1431 Joan of Arc was tortured and burned at the stake after being accused of heresy. ~*
End Of Chapter 1 ***
::A/N: So whatcha think? Good? Sucks? Opinions pplz! Thanx 4 reading meh fic!::