Hello! And Welcome! I have been on a slight vacation from fan fiction writing, but have recently rekindled my love affair with that of the popular anime, The Vision of Escaflowne. And, thus, my love child 'Her Majesty, Gaea' was brought into the works. This is a continuation of the series, and begins 3 years after Hitomi's return to Earth. LOL.. I know this concept has been used and abused in the past, but I sincerely hope you read and review my work. This is my take on what happened to Dornkirk after the fate alteration incident. Also, Gaea is a big element in this story. Bah.. I'm revealing too much… just read it!

Warnings? Other than planning it being a Multi-chapter that goes on forever...None as of yet. But as all Escaflowne fans know, nothing out of the extraordinary. Usual Blood, Cursing, Drama, Angst, and Plenty of Fluff. There are, of course, eventual pairings in this story. One of which IS V/H. Sorry… can't have Escaflowne without Van and Hitomi. So, unless you utterly DESPISE V/H, I think you'll be alright.

Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own the characters. Some original characters will be thrown in, and such as they are figments of my imagination.

The Vision of Escaflowne:

'Her Majesty, Gaea'

Prologue.

Fate was a concept that few minds could interpret the meaning of. For years mankind had searched for the meaning of fate. Was it something each person was destined to become? Was it something tangible and changeable? Were our daily decisions and the control in our lives really not our own, but something stamped onto the endless sheet of time, never to be changed or to become truly ours?

Years and years of searching, for a man named Isaac, was all he had upon coming upon the name of Atlantis. He was borne on a rainy day in a small town just in the outskirts of London. His mother died during his birth, and his father's body was found broken and bloody at the ground below the hospital of which his son was borne. No life, his father must have thought, was enough to keep him in a world without the woman he loved. Not even the life of his own son. Which is why the step that sent him falling 7 stories to his death was the easiest step he had taken in his life. The townsfolk all whispered amongst themselves at the fate they had ended up in. And the blood stained fate their only living memory would be destined to walk.

Isaac was 10 year old when he first heard of the whispers. A tragic thought, indeed, that his life was predetermined to be such a bloody one since birth. He would close his eyes, and keep walking without a care in his mind. If his fate was destined to be so.. He would do it walking blind.

When he had reached the age of 24, he had fallen in love with an Italian woman named Petra. She was a ghost of a woman, silent and calm as the sea she always watched. Every morning she would rise from the bed she shared with him, and watch the ocean recede and dance back with a far off look in her eye. A look, he thought now, of a woman with a storm in her heart. He knew when he met her that she had an illness of the mind that no one would be able to cure. But there were moments, like those before they drifted off to a dreamless sleep, when she smiled up at him with eyes unhindered by disease. Those were the moments when he realized how much he loved her.

It was his love for her that inspired him that fate itself would never tear them apart. Thus began his endless studies of medicine and science, that would play an important role in the man he would end up. Isaac and Petra lived many years together, and on her 30th birthday, it seemed that he had beat fate at the game. They woke up the morning, and she smiled at him, before walking to the balcony of their home, and watching the sea again with clouded eyes. Mistaking her mood, He rushed to the market soon after, determined to make the day a celebration. When he came back, what he found was a letter.

'My darling… we are but humble servants to our master, Destiny..'

And when he ran to the balcony and stared at the ocean he saw her walking shoulder deep in the icy water, before a wave fell and consumed her being entirely.

Isaac life was torn from him, and it was at that moment when he realized that no emotion would change fate. Nothing was powerful enough to over come it. And if that was the case, then he would find the secret of fate and not try to change the world, but rather master it.

He studies mysteriously led him to a world that he didn't recognize. He awoke to a place that ancient scrolls of the fallen Atlantis had foretold. A world borne of the sorrow and hope of a people that changed fate to the worse for themselves.

Gaea.

Upon descending to the world of Gaea, he had changed many lives. His new name, Dornkirk, was a new beginning. He had begun to change fate. People died. People were in sorrow. And he had been the cause of it. Him and the Atlantis Machine. The Ancient Machine the Atlaneans had used to change fate by the power of their wishes.

But on the day he had brought the machine to life, he learned a valuable lesson from a girl no more than the age of 16. That her love for another had brought an end to the fate that he had brought forth.

A shock indeed, that the thing that his life's work had been grounded on was proven false by a child. Love had conquered a predetermined fate… and thus had destroyed his meaning in life. As he had floated away from the young king and the girl, he watched them embrace as he carried her away with the shimmering wings on his back. A bitter taste was in his mouth and he found himself wondering aloud, 'This love they have for each other.. This emotion of theirs… Does it surpass even that fate of war borne by man? But can this single moment last forever? This moment created by easily swayed human hearts..?'

This thought was exactly what he was determined to find out.

Gaea's fate was to be consumed by the flames started by the Gaeans themselves. He was determined to see this through. Yes, the girl and the young King had postponed the inevitable… but it was still inevitable.

A crooked smile appeared on his face as he watched the remains of his machine shift slightly. His people that were loyal to him, the few remaining Zaibach extremists, were down there. He could no longer be among the living physically since his body was also part of the remains on the floor of the destruction. So he would need to count on them to do his bidding.

"Dextrad!" He cried out with his thoughts. "Execute Operation Eclipse!"

His eyes cast upward toward the bright swirl of blue, green and white that was the mystic moon, and his birthplace, the Earth. Changing destiny would begin there, according to his plans. He would need all the players in this game on Gaea first.

He would be waiting.

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So...? Off to a good start..? I certainly hope so! Please review my work! I know in Escaflowne, Isaac was hinted to be Isaac Newton, but I think that's too silly. Reviews keep me going so do it now! And stay tuned! Plenty of Hitomi, Van, and the rest of the gang in the next chapter. And some Suspense... Ohhhh yes. The Suspense!! Ja, matta ne! Peace!