Sweet Perfume
Disclaimer:
Escaflowne and its characters do not belong to me. This is just a fanfic made by a fan for fans.
However, since I created the plot, it's mine :)
Author's Note:
In this fanfiction, none of the characters are my creation. (Well, except for the dead dragonslayer but he doesn't play a big part after the beginning.) I decided to stick to just using the original characters from Escaflowne. Since I tend to like reading fanfictions that use only the characters from the series, I decided to make my fanfic that way too.
I did however change the plot a bit. Zaibach does not want any allies with Asturia or any other place in Gaea. The Zaibach army is in war with everyone but their principal goal is (like always) to capture the "dragon". This fanfiction takes place after one of the many battles outside of Zaibach that the dragonslayers fought in.
The relationships are also a bit different. Millerna is not in love with Allen.
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Grim, slow music was playing in the background. There were about 70 people sitting in the candlelit room but the stillness made it seem like only a small crowd gathered for the solemn ceremony. 14 dragon slayers sat slouched on the first two rows of the cold, wooden benches in their blue uniforms. All had a look of sadness in their eyes.
Dilandau glanced side-ways at his soldiers. With their shoulders slumped, they didn't look at all like the proud warriors of Zaibach. Dilandau was supposed to lead them to victory in war. Somewhere along the line, he had failed this duty and the result was the loss of one young dragon slayer.
Folken made his traditional speech, which was supposed to make people realize that they were fighting for a larger cause and that one dragonslayer was a small price to pay for what they were seeking. A chill went through the air as they all felt the heartlessness of Folken. No one said anything because they knew that even if they didn't agree with him, there was no other choice. They had to go on.
When everything had been said and done, the dragonslayers made their way out in a disciplined line formation with Dilandau at the front leading them. They did this instinctively as it had been implanted into their minds for over 6 years. For 6 years, they had been under Dilandau's leadership and he had never let them down. Until this recent battle against Asturia. "There will not be a training session after this, for obvious reasons. For now, go back to your room until the dinner bell rings."
A few minutes later, the dinner bell was rang to call everyone to the dining hall. He could care less; he didn't feel like eating today. He dropped his tired body weakly onto his bed. He was about to fall asleep when he remembered that he had to empty out the dead dragonslayer's sleeping quarters. He forced himself up using all the energy left in him and clicked open the door to his room.
The hallways were empty because most of the dragonslayers were having dinner. When he found Room 4D, his hands felt shaky as he touched the doorknob. He was reminded once again of his failure.
The bed was neatly folded, the way all dragonslayers were taught to make it. On the desk, there were a few photographs in steel wire frames. They were photographs of family and friends with bright, sunny smiles. Dilandau knew that when the tragic news reaches them, the smiles would be wiped cleanly off their faces.
This room was no different from any other dragon slayers' room. The same dull grey furniture. Cozy was not the right word to describe it. Without someone to live in it, the room's atmosphere was cold and lonely.
He threw all the clothes from the closet into a box that will be sent back to his family. He quickly rummaged through the drawers for more objects to put in when he found something out of the ordinary in one of them. In the bottom drawer of the end table, piles of letters were filled to the brim. They didn't look like letters from his family. These letters smelled of the sweet fragrance of wildflower perfume. Some of them were sealed with a kiss. It was so romantic that it revolted him. They were not ordinary stationary; it was light pink with gold at the edges. It looked expensive. Commoners would not have been able to afford it.
Dragonslayers were not allowed to have relationships for they distracted from work. It was a rule that Dilandau himself had made. If the deceased dragonslayer were still alive, he would have received a painful slap on the spot.
Out of curiosity, he decided to open one of them:
Dear Fassel,
It seems like we never get to see each other anymore. You are always fighting in other countries. I always get worried whenever I hear the news that Zaibach is planning another attack. I fear for your safety.
I hope one day all this fighting will end. When it ends, I hope you'll come to Asturia to be with me. It might even be possible for you to become a heavenly knight like Allen Schezar.
I overheard my father saying yesterday that the relations between Zaibach and Asturia are becoming worse. Soon, you might even attack Asturia, my own country. I hope that day will never come.
Whatever happens, I don't think you and I could ever be enemies, no matter what the situation is.
Dryden was showing his ugly face around the palace again. He started to read me poetry thinking that would make me fall for him. I think he notices that I have feeling for someone else. Foolishly, he still thinks it is Allen Schezar.
This is all I'll write for now but I'll write more when I get the chance. Studying medicine is taking a lot of my time though.
I eagerly wait for your reply.
He tried to read the scrambled signature but it was impossible. He could make out the first letter, M but the rest looked like scribble. The name and address on the envelopes were always scratched off. There was no way to know who this woman was. Her hunch was right, Zaibach did attack Asturia and it was where her lover died.
He carried the necessary items out, leaving the room completely deserted and ready for the next dragonslayer to make it his home. Before closing the door completely, his eyes travelled to the wastebasket where he threw out all the letters. He had found them quite amusing to read. He took out a few to have some nightime reading material.
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Please review~! ^_^ !!!!
Disclaimer:
Escaflowne and its characters do not belong to me. This is just a fanfic made by a fan for fans.
However, since I created the plot, it's mine :)
Author's Note:
In this fanfiction, none of the characters are my creation. (Well, except for the dead dragonslayer but he doesn't play a big part after the beginning.) I decided to stick to just using the original characters from Escaflowne. Since I tend to like reading fanfictions that use only the characters from the series, I decided to make my fanfic that way too.
I did however change the plot a bit. Zaibach does not want any allies with Asturia or any other place in Gaea. The Zaibach army is in war with everyone but their principal goal is (like always) to capture the "dragon". This fanfiction takes place after one of the many battles outside of Zaibach that the dragonslayers fought in.
The relationships are also a bit different. Millerna is not in love with Allen.
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Grim, slow music was playing in the background. There were about 70 people sitting in the candlelit room but the stillness made it seem like only a small crowd gathered for the solemn ceremony. 14 dragon slayers sat slouched on the first two rows of the cold, wooden benches in their blue uniforms. All had a look of sadness in their eyes.
Dilandau glanced side-ways at his soldiers. With their shoulders slumped, they didn't look at all like the proud warriors of Zaibach. Dilandau was supposed to lead them to victory in war. Somewhere along the line, he had failed this duty and the result was the loss of one young dragon slayer.
Folken made his traditional speech, which was supposed to make people realize that they were fighting for a larger cause and that one dragonslayer was a small price to pay for what they were seeking. A chill went through the air as they all felt the heartlessness of Folken. No one said anything because they knew that even if they didn't agree with him, there was no other choice. They had to go on.
When everything had been said and done, the dragonslayers made their way out in a disciplined line formation with Dilandau at the front leading them. They did this instinctively as it had been implanted into their minds for over 6 years. For 6 years, they had been under Dilandau's leadership and he had never let them down. Until this recent battle against Asturia. "There will not be a training session after this, for obvious reasons. For now, go back to your room until the dinner bell rings."
A few minutes later, the dinner bell was rang to call everyone to the dining hall. He could care less; he didn't feel like eating today. He dropped his tired body weakly onto his bed. He was about to fall asleep when he remembered that he had to empty out the dead dragonslayer's sleeping quarters. He forced himself up using all the energy left in him and clicked open the door to his room.
The hallways were empty because most of the dragonslayers were having dinner. When he found Room 4D, his hands felt shaky as he touched the doorknob. He was reminded once again of his failure.
The bed was neatly folded, the way all dragonslayers were taught to make it. On the desk, there were a few photographs in steel wire frames. They were photographs of family and friends with bright, sunny smiles. Dilandau knew that when the tragic news reaches them, the smiles would be wiped cleanly off their faces.
This room was no different from any other dragon slayers' room. The same dull grey furniture. Cozy was not the right word to describe it. Without someone to live in it, the room's atmosphere was cold and lonely.
He threw all the clothes from the closet into a box that will be sent back to his family. He quickly rummaged through the drawers for more objects to put in when he found something out of the ordinary in one of them. In the bottom drawer of the end table, piles of letters were filled to the brim. They didn't look like letters from his family. These letters smelled of the sweet fragrance of wildflower perfume. Some of them were sealed with a kiss. It was so romantic that it revolted him. They were not ordinary stationary; it was light pink with gold at the edges. It looked expensive. Commoners would not have been able to afford it.
Dragonslayers were not allowed to have relationships for they distracted from work. It was a rule that Dilandau himself had made. If the deceased dragonslayer were still alive, he would have received a painful slap on the spot.
Out of curiosity, he decided to open one of them:
Dear Fassel,
It seems like we never get to see each other anymore. You are always fighting in other countries. I always get worried whenever I hear the news that Zaibach is planning another attack. I fear for your safety.
I hope one day all this fighting will end. When it ends, I hope you'll come to Asturia to be with me. It might even be possible for you to become a heavenly knight like Allen Schezar.
I overheard my father saying yesterday that the relations between Zaibach and Asturia are becoming worse. Soon, you might even attack Asturia, my own country. I hope that day will never come.
Whatever happens, I don't think you and I could ever be enemies, no matter what the situation is.
Dryden was showing his ugly face around the palace again. He started to read me poetry thinking that would make me fall for him. I think he notices that I have feeling for someone else. Foolishly, he still thinks it is Allen Schezar.
This is all I'll write for now but I'll write more when I get the chance. Studying medicine is taking a lot of my time though.
I eagerly wait for your reply.
He tried to read the scrambled signature but it was impossible. He could make out the first letter, M but the rest looked like scribble. The name and address on the envelopes were always scratched off. There was no way to know who this woman was. Her hunch was right, Zaibach did attack Asturia and it was where her lover died.
He carried the necessary items out, leaving the room completely deserted and ready for the next dragonslayer to make it his home. Before closing the door completely, his eyes travelled to the wastebasket where he threw out all the letters. He had found them quite amusing to read. He took out a few to have some nightime reading material.
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Please review~! ^_^ !!!!