This is literally based on a dream I had two days ago, after much thought I decided to make it into a fan fic. Hope you all liked it, I certainly found it quite interesting. It was going to remain a one fic. but I decided to make it longer. :) It may sound a bit weird, but since I've been reading Le Morte d' Arthur, I'm kinda into that stuff now, and decided it'd be cool if I wrote it like I did, well you'll see!
~* Based on a Dream*~
Prologue
It all started with a thought, a memory, a vague dream. The youngster fooled herself into believing it would last, that it wasn't a fantasy. Everyday she found herself ever deeper in that net of false hope, when the other only sought to use her. She fooled herself into believing all was not a dream, ignoring all the signs and warnings. She took the much anticipated step and fell, only then did she feel the pain of what others had warned her, only then did she open her eyes.
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The valiant and well renown knight entered the castle, where the king and queen awaited his arrival eagerly. He quickly paced towards the throne room, his boots clacking with every step, finally his destination laid before his eyes. He took one last deep breath and opened the colossal doors that prevented him from seeing his hosts.
At the mere sight of the knight the queen and king immediately stood up cheerfully to greet him. Not only was this knight well known, he was well liked as well and was by far the most courteous knight that ever lived in the kingdom. "Its so good to see you!" exclaimed the queen in joy. The king gave a firm nod, he too was glad that he had come.
The gentle and noble knight bowed his head humbly before his liege and then looked up. "My Lord, it is enough pleasure to have been invited," he said in a rather noble voice, he truly deserved the title many knew him for. The king was greatly satisfied by his knight and embraced him.
"Nonsense! It is truly at my pleasure to have you here," the king replied courteously. Never had he seen such a great knight as him, and he was neither ready to let him go or treat him unworthily of his statute. "Come, come. Enough talk let us eat" the king announced as he and his queen along with the knight made their way to the dining hall where they were to feast on behalf of this knight's arrival.
Once they entered the dining hall they were greeted by numerous guests, all in cheery mood who had awaited this moment for quite a while. Music played as men and women ate the delicious food that kept coming from the kitchen. They were all making merry, even this quiet passive knight who preferred to be alone than in a group.
Unfortunately their merry-making was interrupted by a squire who came running forth rather tiredly and out of breath. "My Lord," he protested as he took another deep breath. The king stood up rather alarmed by this sudden interruption, but all ready to consent to whatever help the fellow needed.
"Please continue," the king said wanting to know the reason why he had interrupted. The squire finally began to breathe normally and managed to continue.
"A village in north Rukongai has been attacked, they require of your assistance," the squire informed waiting for the king to respond. The king looked rather pale, but finally managed to speak up.
"And may I know who troubles this village?" the king asked eagerly hoping for an answer. The squire looked at him and then shook his head rather sorrowfully.
"My king, I do not know who in particular," he responded, the king looked rather grieved and feared it was the village who they had constantly fought against, for north Rukongai was located quite close with their rival kingdom, the soul kingdom. For centuries, the kingdom of hueco mundo had fought against them, but they had settled a temporary peace, but now he feared the halcyon days were over.
"I will go and aid the village," a proud knight announced as he stood up. The king looked at Sir Tesla and shook his head apologetically.
"Forgive me, but you will not go, it is far to dangerous," the king announced. The young knight who had recently been knighted looked rather upset.
"But-" Sir Tesla persisted, determined to go and aid the people who were in need. The king stared at him strictly, he did not like to be questioned when he had given an order.
"That is final," the king pronounced rather firmly. He then looked rather confused for he scanned the room and found not what he was looking for.
"My king?" Sir Tesla asked rather confused of the king's sudden behavior. Then the king finally turned back at Sir Tesla.
"And may I inquire where in the Lord's name is Sir Nnoitora!" he asked rather infuriated, for he had specifically announced all knights to be present. Sir Tesla looked rather confused, for he too had not noticed his cousin's disappearance.
"I do not know," Sir Tesla replied sincerely. The king waved his hand dismissively, ignoring the issue to deal with the problem at hand. The valiant knight, whose feast was being celebrated this day stood up.
"Lord Aizen, it would be a great honor to go and help the people of north Rukongai, with your consent of course," the valiant knight accepted the task. The king looked at him thankfully and then spoke as such:
"It is a shame to see you go off once again, but if you must it would be most helpful, Sir Ulquiorra," the king said, with that he walked towards the exit to retain his armor and mount his horse, but before either of this could be done lady Menoly and lady Loly stopped him.
"My lord, please stay, it is far to dangerous for you to go," Lady Melony replied, for it is said that she bore feelings towards Sir Ulquiorra. Sir Ulquiorra, unwilling to spend any more time there shook his head and apologized.
"Forgive me, madam, but I must go," he responded as he took leave. Once outside he mounted his horse and rode off to north Rukongai. He galloped at an intense speed, and in no time he arrived in North Rukongai. As he surveyed his surroundings carefully he slowly made his way into the village that had been attacked.
As he finally made it past the thick forest he now strode along rocky dry land. Smoke could be seen overhead, but the houses remained invisible. Just as he neared the town he caught sight of something or someone on the floor.
As he neared the place he was able to see better. There a young lady laid on the rocky ground barely conscious. Her clothing was torn to pieces, leaving her with only rags, and the remainder where filled with dirt and blood stains. She appeared to be making an effort to move, but the wound she had under her left arm prevented her.
Without any hesitation the knight unmounted his horse and rushed to help the young lady with great determination to save her life. "Don't worry, everything will be alright now," the young knight tried to console her as he carefully analyzed the seriousness of her wound. It was a deep and dangerous cut despite the location, she had already suffered a great loss of blood. The young lady did not utter a word, for the pain was unbearable, and everything around her seemed to blur, instead she let him do as he pleased all in hope of surviving.
Carefully Ulquiorra wrapped one arm around her back and helped her stand up. Her heavy dying body made it quite a challenge for him to move her, and she seemed to have no control over her limp body. As he made another attempt to pick her up, this time with more effort, she cried out in pain. "I'm sorry, but I can't just leave you here," he apologized as he managed to finally get her on her feet.
He scanned the area, and wished he knew the place better, but unfortunately he did not. He looked down at the barely conscious girl and asked as follows. "Forgive me, my lady, but where do you live?" The girl managed to respond and weakly pointed at a tall structure that was not too far from where they stood. It seemed to have survived the attack, for plants stood in the entrance and the stone building seemed intact.
"There, my father, he-" she managed to say before she was filled with painful throbs from her wound. Sir Ulquiorra nodded and then as gently as he could swept her off her feet and into his arms. His horse followed close behind and finally Ulquiorra entered the large building.
When he entered the building an elderly man looked at Sir Ulquiorra, his eyes wide with shock and then looked down at what he held. His face turned utterly paled and grief crossed his features. "My daughter! My only daughter!" he cried out in despair.
Sir Ulquiorra's emerald-like eyes widened and then spoke, "Sir, do not grieve for it is not too late, there still may be hope!" he urged, wishing that the young girl in his arms were given the care she required to live.
"Of course!" the elderly man, who Sir Ulquiorra assumed was the young lady's father, quickly shouted for others to come quickly to his daughter's aid. Sir Ulquiorra carefully placed the girl on one of the bed's as one of the servants ordered him to. As he placed her down, her head turned to the side and her loose strands of hair landed on her face. He then brushed them away from the girl's face and looked down at her. Now that he looked at her she was quite beautiful, she had tender light brown curls and her skin was a rather creamy color, and her lips were of a reddish color.
He continued to stare at her, and then right before turning away he bent down and whispered something to her ear. He was unsure whether she could hear him or not, but he whispered into he ear nevertheless. He then stood up once more, all that was left was to wish for the best, and that he did.
Did you all like it? I hope so, I enjoyed writing it and strived to make it good! :) Reviews are greatly appreciated or any type of comment! :) Thanks for reading!