Before this...
By Kamll
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing at all...*sighs* If I did, Ciato would not exist.*Grins evilly and brandishes a very sharp dagger* I expect to make no money off of this, I claim no characters as my own except for my original character Ally.
Alright, this is my first fic EVER, so please be nice to me. RR, I beg you! I seriously need reviews! I know how people usually can't stand stories starring an original character, but just give me a chance and read the stupid fic.
This is about a person (who I can't tell you about because I'll ruin the story for you) who tells White Rose her whole life story in the Dark Labyrinth. Okay, enough prolouge, time for the fic! ( RR, RR RR, RR, RR pleeeeeeeease!)
The darkness of the Dark Labyrinth was stifling and oppressive. White Rose walked through the hellish maze filled with terror and regret. Dark thoughts raced through her mind like mad wasps, a fullisade of doubt and worry that surged through her, inducing insanity and unbridled terror.
"What if Asellus wasn't strong enough to defeat the Charm Lord? What will happen to her if she fails? Will I ever be free from this torturous hell I've placed myself in? Will Asellus remember me and come for me when this is all over? Did I do the right thing? And then to the two questions she most frequently asked herself. The two that always caused her to pause for just a brief moment to think of what was and what could have been:Why did I ever disobey Orlouge? Was Asellus worth the horrors I must endure every day? The arch-Princess slowed her pace to a standstill. Her mind raced back to her memories of Chateau Aiguille. She remembered the grim darkness of Facinaturu, and remembered that no matter how tepid and black the air that swirled over the Chateau ever was, It was never as dark as this. She remembered all of the mystics she had come to call friends. There was Ildon, a quiet and serious swordsman, The Black Wing, Prince of Darkness. Where was he now?...She strained her memory. The Dark Labyrinth had taken a serious blow to her sanity. She couldn't remember how long she had been imprisoned within it. Places, faces, things she used to know, things she no longer believed...It all swirled together in her brain, an interminable mass of thoughts and feelings that caused her emotions she couldn't describe and pain she couldn't bear...Suddenly, White Rose remembered with a start. Ildon was with Asellus. Yes, he came after the battle with Lion Princess...Lion Princess was a friend as well, her sister. The memories brought tears to her eyes that streamed down her face. Princess Lion, so devoted to Lord Orlouge...Mesarthim, the shy timid mystic she had helped Asellus rescue from Owmi...So many people, the humans as well. Gen, the drunk, Lute, the spirited young man with a passion for music, Emelia, Rouge,Liza, and countless others she couldn't remember. So full of life, so eager and willing to fight for a just cause, and Asellus... Asellus, who had her whole life snatched from her and thrust into a strange new life. Asellus was different from anybody else she had ever met. She did not desire power or lust for riches. She only wanted to live the life she had before, a human life over a mystic one! Asellus changed her as well. White Rose finally understood that Orlouge cared for nobody, and that he was nothing but an evil tyrant. He had to be stopped at all costs. Mystics, humans and even monsters had to be free...
White Rose heaved a shuddering sigh that ended in sobs that racked her body. She sank to her knees on the cold hard ground of the Dark Labyrinth, alone...Or so she thought.
"Oh man! It's alright, don't cry!" The princess looked up swiftly in shock and gave a scream of terror. Standing over her was a tall mystic girl who looked no older than 14. She must have been at least 6 feet tall, with dull golden wings that gave a soft glow to the dismal surroundings. But what really scared White Rose was her immense crystal sword neatly sheathed in a loose leather belt.
"Calm down, please! I aint gonna use this, don't worry." So saying, the mysterious mystic girl unstrapped her sword belt and dropped it to the ground."There! Un-armed and un-dangerous. Geez, don't scare me like that, you almost gave me a heart attack! Not the funnest way to die, I'd much rather drown in a biiiiig tub o' chocolate..."She tilted her head to one side as in deep thought, then suddenly added with purpose "With nuts! Chocolate and nuts! Preferrably peanuts, but almonds and such are good too...." She caught White Rose staring at her with open-mouthed shock , and the stunned expression caused the young mystic to break into a raucous fit of laughter, her pale creamy wings opening and closing on their own accord. It seemed that she was unable to reassert control over herself, but finally, she stifled her laughter sufficiently to talk again. With a swift skip she was beside the stunned arch-Princess, offering her hand to help her up. "Hello! My name's Aleeta.I hate the stupid name, so why don't you just call me Ally? And you would be....?" White Rose dusted herself off and looked at the strange girl closer. She was wearing a ragged assortment of garments that were torn and ripped in many places but none-too-skillfully patched back up. She had light brown hair that fell past her shoulders.It was reasonably cared for, though obviously not troubled with to great extent, tied back with a dull red ribbon. Her wings were badly singed and scarred in many places, but they still shone with a lustrous lingering hue of what the arch-Princess guessed used to be golden feathers. They were now a sickly cream color. What riveted White Rose to her, however, were neither her wings nor her hair nor even the formidable sword that she was slowly unsheathing to check for damages. It was her eyes that frightened White Rose. A deep fiery crimson hue, Ally's eyes were those of a troubled soul. They slipped out of focus frequently, and would flare back in again with a burning emotion that only she must have understood, only to be overridden with another. There was pain in her eyes. Pain and loss, but of what?... She was so absorbed in Ally's eyes that she forgot she was staring, and as the girl finished inspecting her heavy sword, waiting for an answer, she turned her eyes back to White Rose's, locking into direct eye contact. Ally stared for a brief moment, then quickly averted her eyes, White Rose followed suit. There was a moment of silence, in which was finally broken by Aleeta's voice. "So..." In a flash of her marred wings, she flapped upwards, over, and right next to White Rose's left side. "I'm Ally. You are somebody who remains nameless to me. I don't think I could go for that 'cause no matter how much I might enjoy calling you Nameles Flower Type Person, the novelty's bound to wear off eventually. C'mon, what's your name?"
White Rose's voice trembled with renewed pain at remembering her past life in the Chateau as Orlouge's slave, and in escaping ,still not being free from his torturous domination. She could not stop herself from crying as she blurted out "The 46th Princess, Princess White Rose of the Charm Lord Orlouge!" She burst into loud noisy tears and dropped to her knees again. Ally was silent for a very long time. She helped White Rose to her feet a second time and patted her back until her sobbing subsided. Then Aleeta flared her wings to their full extent and exploded in a wild rage "Charm Lord Orlouge?! You call that bastard a Lord?! That shameless piece of shit who put me in here?! I hate him!!! He'll never control me!!! Never again! Never ever ever again! Damn him to hell!!! I had a life! A human life with friends and family !!! I loved my life!!! But I was stupid and had no choice anyways. When he looks at you with those eyes...you lose yourself. You're powerless to do or say anything!!! And unless he wants you out for his satisfaction, and you know full well what I mean by that, you're forced to sleep inside a damn wooden coffin for years on end!!!"
Abruptly Ally dropped her wings, suddenly exhausted. White Rose had shrank away from her and her towering rage, shivering in terror. Ally blinked back several hot tears and took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself. Her wings flapped a few times in anguish of her extreme emotions, then she folded them neatly with a flourish before turning back to White Rose.
"Oh gods, I'm sorry about that. Really, I didn't mean to go off like that, especially not on you. But..." She struggled for words, rocking back on her heels in concentration. But it was White Rose who spoke next.
"Ally?"
"Yes?"
She hesitated, then plunged recklessly on before she could back herself out of the question.
"You said that Orlouge took your life away...Your human life, like you said. And the only occasion he would turn a human to mystic would be when...When he would make a Princess out of a human. Were you a Princess?"
Ally's eyes flashed a dangerous light, but then dulled into a cold hatred. "Yes, I was."
Then, in a mocking voice, "8th Princess. One number off lucky number 7..."
Suddenly, and without warning, she burst into another bout of uncontrolled laughter. "So close, y'know? Guess it didn't help much, did it? What did he 'spect anyway, another grovelling cringing slave to practically worship him like a god? Hell no, not me! Hehehehahaha, was he ever surprised by the stuff I caused!!!"
Beneath the wild laughter, Ally gave a deep shudder. White Rose noticed for a second time the appaling condition of the young mystic's wings, which were horribly torn and scarred and burned. She could only guess how badly Ally was scarred underneath. Then it finally registered in White Rose's mind: Ally was insane.
The laughter subsided again. Aleeta looked square in White Rose's eyes and answered the unasked questions.
"As you can probably guess, I'm not the sanest person you ever gonna meet. You ever wanted to know about Facinaturu before you came along? What happened in Rootville? What lies above the black fog of Chateau Aiguille Well, I'm gonna tell ya!" She unsheathed her large crystal sword and showed it to White Rose. " This is my blade. A katana, mind you. The Kupa. I named it myself!" She swelled with pride as her sword caught the dim light of the Dark Labyrinth. "I swear I aint gonna hurt you." She assured as she moved the blade up to White Rose's shoulder and laid the flat of the blade on her neck. " Kupa is the extension of my soul to an object. I was taught the art of soulsplitting by Rabbats. My closest friends...Eli, Zeeb, Gia, Jouh, and Bonn. But they come later...much later...I'm gonna tell you my story, the whole story.
She gave a wink. "Zozma and Silence were exiled, Princess Rei escaped..." Her voice choked painfully, and White Rose felt a strange sensation run through her..." Lots of things were my fault, but I did all the good I knew how." Aleeta concentrated hard, and White Rose's eyes began to slowly drop shut. As she struggled to lift her leaden eyelids, a strange rushing sensation filled her ears, and she slowly slipped out of consciousness. Maybe she was imagining it, but she thought she heard Ally's voice ringing in her ears over the rushing din, "Get ready for a history lesson like you aint never seen! Hahahahahaha!!!
By Kamll
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing at all...*sighs* If I did, Ciato would not exist.*Grins evilly and brandishes a very sharp dagger* I expect to make no money off of this, I claim no characters as my own except for my original character Ally.
Alright, this is my first fic EVER, so please be nice to me. RR, I beg you! I seriously need reviews! I know how people usually can't stand stories starring an original character, but just give me a chance and read the stupid fic.
This is about a person (who I can't tell you about because I'll ruin the story for you) who tells White Rose her whole life story in the Dark Labyrinth. Okay, enough prolouge, time for the fic! ( RR, RR RR, RR, RR pleeeeeeeease!)
The darkness of the Dark Labyrinth was stifling and oppressive. White Rose walked through the hellish maze filled with terror and regret. Dark thoughts raced through her mind like mad wasps, a fullisade of doubt and worry that surged through her, inducing insanity and unbridled terror.
"What if Asellus wasn't strong enough to defeat the Charm Lord? What will happen to her if she fails? Will I ever be free from this torturous hell I've placed myself in? Will Asellus remember me and come for me when this is all over? Did I do the right thing? And then to the two questions she most frequently asked herself. The two that always caused her to pause for just a brief moment to think of what was and what could have been:Why did I ever disobey Orlouge? Was Asellus worth the horrors I must endure every day? The arch-Princess slowed her pace to a standstill. Her mind raced back to her memories of Chateau Aiguille. She remembered the grim darkness of Facinaturu, and remembered that no matter how tepid and black the air that swirled over the Chateau ever was, It was never as dark as this. She remembered all of the mystics she had come to call friends. There was Ildon, a quiet and serious swordsman, The Black Wing, Prince of Darkness. Where was he now?...She strained her memory. The Dark Labyrinth had taken a serious blow to her sanity. She couldn't remember how long she had been imprisoned within it. Places, faces, things she used to know, things she no longer believed...It all swirled together in her brain, an interminable mass of thoughts and feelings that caused her emotions she couldn't describe and pain she couldn't bear...Suddenly, White Rose remembered with a start. Ildon was with Asellus. Yes, he came after the battle with Lion Princess...Lion Princess was a friend as well, her sister. The memories brought tears to her eyes that streamed down her face. Princess Lion, so devoted to Lord Orlouge...Mesarthim, the shy timid mystic she had helped Asellus rescue from Owmi...So many people, the humans as well. Gen, the drunk, Lute, the spirited young man with a passion for music, Emelia, Rouge,Liza, and countless others she couldn't remember. So full of life, so eager and willing to fight for a just cause, and Asellus... Asellus, who had her whole life snatched from her and thrust into a strange new life. Asellus was different from anybody else she had ever met. She did not desire power or lust for riches. She only wanted to live the life she had before, a human life over a mystic one! Asellus changed her as well. White Rose finally understood that Orlouge cared for nobody, and that he was nothing but an evil tyrant. He had to be stopped at all costs. Mystics, humans and even monsters had to be free...
White Rose heaved a shuddering sigh that ended in sobs that racked her body. She sank to her knees on the cold hard ground of the Dark Labyrinth, alone...Or so she thought.
"Oh man! It's alright, don't cry!" The princess looked up swiftly in shock and gave a scream of terror. Standing over her was a tall mystic girl who looked no older than 14. She must have been at least 6 feet tall, with dull golden wings that gave a soft glow to the dismal surroundings. But what really scared White Rose was her immense crystal sword neatly sheathed in a loose leather belt.
"Calm down, please! I aint gonna use this, don't worry." So saying, the mysterious mystic girl unstrapped her sword belt and dropped it to the ground."There! Un-armed and un-dangerous. Geez, don't scare me like that, you almost gave me a heart attack! Not the funnest way to die, I'd much rather drown in a biiiiig tub o' chocolate..."She tilted her head to one side as in deep thought, then suddenly added with purpose "With nuts! Chocolate and nuts! Preferrably peanuts, but almonds and such are good too...." She caught White Rose staring at her with open-mouthed shock , and the stunned expression caused the young mystic to break into a raucous fit of laughter, her pale creamy wings opening and closing on their own accord. It seemed that she was unable to reassert control over herself, but finally, she stifled her laughter sufficiently to talk again. With a swift skip she was beside the stunned arch-Princess, offering her hand to help her up. "Hello! My name's Aleeta.I hate the stupid name, so why don't you just call me Ally? And you would be....?" White Rose dusted herself off and looked at the strange girl closer. She was wearing a ragged assortment of garments that were torn and ripped in many places but none-too-skillfully patched back up. She had light brown hair that fell past her shoulders.It was reasonably cared for, though obviously not troubled with to great extent, tied back with a dull red ribbon. Her wings were badly singed and scarred in many places, but they still shone with a lustrous lingering hue of what the arch-Princess guessed used to be golden feathers. They were now a sickly cream color. What riveted White Rose to her, however, were neither her wings nor her hair nor even the formidable sword that she was slowly unsheathing to check for damages. It was her eyes that frightened White Rose. A deep fiery crimson hue, Ally's eyes were those of a troubled soul. They slipped out of focus frequently, and would flare back in again with a burning emotion that only she must have understood, only to be overridden with another. There was pain in her eyes. Pain and loss, but of what?... She was so absorbed in Ally's eyes that she forgot she was staring, and as the girl finished inspecting her heavy sword, waiting for an answer, she turned her eyes back to White Rose's, locking into direct eye contact. Ally stared for a brief moment, then quickly averted her eyes, White Rose followed suit. There was a moment of silence, in which was finally broken by Aleeta's voice. "So..." In a flash of her marred wings, she flapped upwards, over, and right next to White Rose's left side. "I'm Ally. You are somebody who remains nameless to me. I don't think I could go for that 'cause no matter how much I might enjoy calling you Nameles Flower Type Person, the novelty's bound to wear off eventually. C'mon, what's your name?"
White Rose's voice trembled with renewed pain at remembering her past life in the Chateau as Orlouge's slave, and in escaping ,still not being free from his torturous domination. She could not stop herself from crying as she blurted out "The 46th Princess, Princess White Rose of the Charm Lord Orlouge!" She burst into loud noisy tears and dropped to her knees again. Ally was silent for a very long time. She helped White Rose to her feet a second time and patted her back until her sobbing subsided. Then Aleeta flared her wings to their full extent and exploded in a wild rage "Charm Lord Orlouge?! You call that bastard a Lord?! That shameless piece of shit who put me in here?! I hate him!!! He'll never control me!!! Never again! Never ever ever again! Damn him to hell!!! I had a life! A human life with friends and family !!! I loved my life!!! But I was stupid and had no choice anyways. When he looks at you with those eyes...you lose yourself. You're powerless to do or say anything!!! And unless he wants you out for his satisfaction, and you know full well what I mean by that, you're forced to sleep inside a damn wooden coffin for years on end!!!"
Abruptly Ally dropped her wings, suddenly exhausted. White Rose had shrank away from her and her towering rage, shivering in terror. Ally blinked back several hot tears and took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself. Her wings flapped a few times in anguish of her extreme emotions, then she folded them neatly with a flourish before turning back to White Rose.
"Oh gods, I'm sorry about that. Really, I didn't mean to go off like that, especially not on you. But..." She struggled for words, rocking back on her heels in concentration. But it was White Rose who spoke next.
"Ally?"
"Yes?"
She hesitated, then plunged recklessly on before she could back herself out of the question.
"You said that Orlouge took your life away...Your human life, like you said. And the only occasion he would turn a human to mystic would be when...When he would make a Princess out of a human. Were you a Princess?"
Ally's eyes flashed a dangerous light, but then dulled into a cold hatred. "Yes, I was."
Then, in a mocking voice, "8th Princess. One number off lucky number 7..."
Suddenly, and without warning, she burst into another bout of uncontrolled laughter. "So close, y'know? Guess it didn't help much, did it? What did he 'spect anyway, another grovelling cringing slave to practically worship him like a god? Hell no, not me! Hehehehahaha, was he ever surprised by the stuff I caused!!!"
Beneath the wild laughter, Ally gave a deep shudder. White Rose noticed for a second time the appaling condition of the young mystic's wings, which were horribly torn and scarred and burned. She could only guess how badly Ally was scarred underneath. Then it finally registered in White Rose's mind: Ally was insane.
The laughter subsided again. Aleeta looked square in White Rose's eyes and answered the unasked questions.
"As you can probably guess, I'm not the sanest person you ever gonna meet. You ever wanted to know about Facinaturu before you came along? What happened in Rootville? What lies above the black fog of Chateau Aiguille Well, I'm gonna tell ya!" She unsheathed her large crystal sword and showed it to White Rose. " This is my blade. A katana, mind you. The Kupa. I named it myself!" She swelled with pride as her sword caught the dim light of the Dark Labyrinth. "I swear I aint gonna hurt you." She assured as she moved the blade up to White Rose's shoulder and laid the flat of the blade on her neck. " Kupa is the extension of my soul to an object. I was taught the art of soulsplitting by Rabbats. My closest friends...Eli, Zeeb, Gia, Jouh, and Bonn. But they come later...much later...I'm gonna tell you my story, the whole story.
She gave a wink. "Zozma and Silence were exiled, Princess Rei escaped..." Her voice choked painfully, and White Rose felt a strange sensation run through her..." Lots of things were my fault, but I did all the good I knew how." Aleeta concentrated hard, and White Rose's eyes began to slowly drop shut. As she struggled to lift her leaden eyelids, a strange rushing sensation filled her ears, and she slowly slipped out of consciousness. Maybe she was imagining it, but she thought she heard Ally's voice ringing in her ears over the rushing din, "Get ready for a history lesson like you aint never seen! Hahahahahaha!!!