AN~ Hi everyone! ::waves:: How are y'all? This is my
first EscaFlowne fic! ::cheers:: This is sorta a delve
into the mind of Van Fanel after he finds out Folken
(or is it Folkien? ::shrugs::) is his brother. It may
get kinda confusing :P I do alot of these kinds of fics
for Yamato of Digimon and since I just got into EscaFlowne,
I figured I should try one out on Van. Anyway, enjoy minna!
Sayanarra,
Silver_is_thy_aurora :)
He sunk to the ground. Tired; mentally,
physically and emotionally. Burying his head in his
hands, tears dripped unnoticed down his pale features.
His mind was realing. His heart was shattered. His faith
and memories questioned. The betrayel wrought upon him...
Van Fanel never let go, never gave up and
surendered to his emotions.He did that day, did because
it was a last resort. He had no one. He was supossed to
be stong, yet his kingdom was destoyed, and his people
perished.
To add insult to injury, he ran. Ran away from the battle
that took his home, and his family.
Now he traveled with strangers, to get revenge.
He was the loner, the person with only himself to turn
to. To trust. But then, his past had been rudely shoved
into his face.
'Brother' Betrayed. He betrayed you and Fanela.
He murdered, took the lives of so many others! Took his
honor and burned it at the stake. EVERYTHING Van stood
for, his brother smashed into little peices. Folken,
enemy now and forever.
Van's head dropped to his chest with these angry
thoughts. But he had a right, a right to be angry. His
fist slamed into the ground with such force, it drained
him of all his energy. Wearily he layed down on the soft
grass, trying despartly to shut his mind away in a little
corner so that for an hour at most, Van could have some
inner peace.
They didnt know. They wouldnt know. He would
make damn sure of that. His brother would remain a
burden he carried by himself, like so many other things.
They were traveling now, again. They, with no knowledge
of what had shaken Van to the core.
They didnt realize something was wrong because
Van had become a master of the art of deception so very
long ago. Pain is the price you pay. He stumbled,
walking. Such a very simple little thing as walking.
Stumbled and fell, and cut his arm open.
Pain took his mind off his life. So Van Fanel
purposely tripped. Did they realize? No, to caught up in
themselves. So he suffered alone. Just the way he wanted
it.
Determined to suceed, the sword blade cut through
the flesh of his enemy. But not the enemy. Only one who
worked for him. 'Brother' No one saw. Fanela, burned to
the ground. A slap in the face by one he trusted. TRUSTED!
HE TRUSTED HIM GODDAMMIT! He trusted the one who destroyed
everything. 'Brother' NO! He refused to believe it.
Run. Run. Run, he told himself. Get away while
you still can. I HAVE TO STAY TO THE END! I WILL NOT TURN
MY BACK ON MY ENEMY!
You are afraid.
You are hurt.
You are running from your destiny... Overtake
him. Overthrow his rule and then, and only then will you
have acheived peace. When 'Brother' does not matter.
"But", Van whimpered, "it will always matter..."
The wind died with 'Brother' on its lips...