A.n.-Hiya, I was lookin' through my fics and I started to relize just how much this one needed to be reviesed. Hope you like the revision better. I think it sounds a bit better then the one before.
Prolog
Ten years have past yet all can still rember it as well as yesterday. The great irony of Zeibock's victory in the Destiny wars weighed heavily still on all's minds. None could disspell the hate in their souls for Van Fanel, King of Fanalia. Forgiveness may be a virtue, but no man, woman, or child could ever find it in their hearts to forgive the cold-hearted man. After all, 'twas he who betrayed the Legendary Seer of the Mystic Moon, the Wing Goddess Hitomi Kanzaki.
The man known as Van Fanel had even handed over the Legendary Ispano Gyemilth Escaflowne and stood at his brother's side in power after doing the loathsom deed. Fortunently, the Goddess Hitomi Kanzaki had been able to use her mystical powers to send forth Escaflowne to a place where man nor god could ever reach it.
Before her death at the Zeibock hands in a show of power, she offered the people of Gaea one last hope. One small shimmering dream they could hold onto long after her death. That Another of her world would disspeal the evil of this world. Put things the way they should have been, bring peace to the world of Gaea.
The Fellowship of the young Seer, Princess Melerna Aston of Asturia, Allen Shezar knight of heaven, Prince Chid of Freid, Merel cat-girl sister to the now evil Van Fanel, all were able to creat enough of a distraction for the young Prince Chid to escape with the power of Alantis, the power to help shift Fate; Hitomi Kanzaki's pendent.
Alone he escaped from the metalic Kingdom of Gaea to disspear into the shadows. Bard's tell tales of what his fate may have been. Dead or alive, he holds part of the key to free Gaea.
Chapter One:A Warrior Revield
San ran breathless through the vast forest that surrounded her every step. The air behind her was filed with the shouts for her to stop. Of course she would not complie, nor would the rest of the wolf-man tribe that ran at her side. They were her family, companions in the cruel world of Gaea. Even knowning her home to be the accoursed world the Mystic Moon.
Anyother would have shuned and cursed her, for even if suspected from being from there you were to be put to death. But they had cherished her like their own cub. Protecting her from the ruefull world that surrounded them.
Now, on the eve of her 15th rotation their small village was being attacked by the humans. Wolf-people were killed right and left, those who had given her toys as a mere child were killed right and left for no true reason.
The fact that those that were not human were seen only as a sub-class creatures. Slaves that could be killed and replaced without a moments regreat. Human's made bias tales about her, for she had heard some. That she was kidnapped at birth and that the wolf-people had stolen her soul forceing her to live eternaly with them.
She snorted lightly as she nearly stumbled over an upturned root. Stolen her soul, forceing her to live with them? Where did the humans get such ideas? Slowly her hand fell to her side where her sword lay sheathed silently awaiting the use of its master.
Hereing a sudden gasp of breath next to her she glanced to see her closest friend Relin running as fast as his small legs could carry him. Her lapse of concertration of her path costed her dearly as her ankle became snagged on an large stone.
Instently she sprawled to the ground in a heap of pain. The instant she crashed she saw Relin slow to a near stop as he started to trun and come after her.
"BAKA! RUN! RUN!"she shouted at the top of her lungs, knowing full well he would only get himself captured. Or killed.
Reluctince evident, Relin turned and ran on. No doubt berating himself a coward in his mind. Forceing herself to stand, she brushed her knee-length torn skirt and sleevless white shirt of animal skin absently. It stuck hotly to her skin, tight and suffacatingly agenst her.
Licking her lips she saw the Dragon Slayers and numerouse other Zeibock soliders spot her. Even from the distance she could see the small idulgent smile curveing their lips. Though some of them held a disspointed frown as they thought her to be an easy conquest. A quick meaningless capture.
Sullenly she turned slightly, her teal eyes going to where Relin had toke off running. Her friend...along with the rest of her family where more then likely farther ahead by now. Shakeing her head, her body went rigid. She would protect them to her best abilty, she would do her best to help them escape.
Her body still as a statue she waited 'till she was sure pleanty of them had seen her. Instently she bolted off in a western direction, far away from the intended destination of her Tribe. True to her hopes, a group followed her.
A ruefull smile flew across her lips feeling utterly confident that she could out-run them. More then likely she was in twice as good shape as them any how. And she knew these forests as well as any animale that roamed them.
Unfortuantly, fate has never been kind to all. For she suddenly found herself faceing a cliff and knew she had miscalculated her direction badly. Teal eyes fell downward in a quick assment that if she were to dare the jump she would break every bone in her body.
Resigned that if she turned around. Delibertibly she drew her sword before 5 men's astonished eyes as they entered the clearing. Teal eyes were cold as ice, narrowed in a deadly challange. If she would die today it would be in battle defending those she loved.
At first glace she seemed entirely composed, though inside she shook in fear that she couldn't defeated all 5 men at once. For knowing those unhonorble curs they would attack her at once. Ignoreing her fear she held her head high and kept her stance steady.
If she would die today, she would die on her feet. Not cowering below them.
One who looked to be the leader of their loathsom group steped cockly forward. He looked to be in his early tweinties, short dark brown hair fell lightly over onyx eyes. His features were strong andwell defined, gauntly handsom in his blue armer he unsheathed sword with an elbrate motion.
"So, you must be the infamase wolf-girl,"He paused slightly, his eye widely mocking as his mouth curved indulgently."the one who was told to be liveing with these savages"
His words, she knew, were ment to anger her. But no matter of self controll could keep her eyes from wideing into pure loathsom anger. Her body tensed as adrenlin shot through her more then ready for the battle ahead. Though no words esacped her peach colord lips, the message sent was clear. She was going to kill them and enjoy every shimatta secoud of it.
Wasteing no time, San charged forward catching the dark haired one off-gaurd along with the others. Useing their comptempt of her to her advantage she unarmed one Slayer then the secoud and third. She wirled around useing her sword as a lance, catching 2 in the arm leaveing a nasty gash.
But she was fast becomeing tired. She wasn't used to long, straniouse battles. She had no stamina for them. As was quickly shown when they attacked her and she came out with a cat across her arm and middle. Each not too deep, but deep enough to cause blood to splurt out.
With every secoud her sword was quickly becomeing heavier and heavier. It wasn't supriseing when she was disarmed and quickly tied up. Scowling in an unmasked hate she stared up at them untill she fell into exhastions grasp.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
San was jolted awake by the loud sounds and unfamiler sounds of the Zeibock Capital. The Slayers had put her into a small cage along with severel cat-men, wolf-men, and dog-men. None of which she reconized.
The cage was jerked to a stop as the wagon halted abruptly. The doors were jerked opened and her weakened companions barely looked up. One came in and jerked her forward. Shuveing her toward the gateways. One of them undid the ropes around her hands as she walked.
Absently she rubbed her rope-burned wrists. The halls were elbrately decorated--far too much for San's tast really.
Roughly they shuved her into the throne room. It was mostly bare except for the bright blue carpet that streached through the room. On the walls hung tapastries and torches, though the sight that intrested her most where the long wide windows to the right of the room. If they werent too high from the ground she was pretty sure she could jump out them and return to the sanctuary of the forest she adored.
Passivly she directed her attention infront of her, trying to give no indication that she'd even noticed the windows. Or that she had been contemplateing her escape plan. The gaurds at her side stoped as she reached severel feet from the three most powerful men in all of Gaea. As she stood next to them she could of sword she'd felt a tremble of fear race through them as they turned and left the room.
Her stance bored, she studied the men before her. Standing in the middle of the two other man stood Folken Lacour Strategoes, formaly Prince Folken Lacour Fanel of Fannalia. But no longer, before her stood only the leader of the Zeibock Empire. Only the shell of the man born long before her time stood there. Not long after the Destiny Wars, Emperour Dornkirk died. Ironicly at the momment his 'dream' had come true.
To the right of the silver haired Emperour stood Van Slanzar Strategos, once fondly known as King Van Sanzar Fanel of Fannalia the traitor. His hair was midnight black falling over slanted eyes of a doused redish brown that were once said to burn the the intesity of justice and honor. But before San's teal eyes all she saw was a cruel merciless man who in her eyes didn't even know the definetion of justice and honor.
On the other side of Folken Strategoes stood Lord Dilandau Albatou, Generel of all Zeibock's military. Before her eyes stood the widely known 'demon' of the Zeibock Empire. True to the tales his eyes seemed to glow with the eptiome of war. Bloodlust shone high in those eyes, a commanding aura San had never felt before engulfed her. This was no man before her, no man could hold such a thing. His hair was short and fell around those Ruby eyes. A golden tiara glinted under his hair, his peach lips upturned with a perment smirk. His skin was a pale white that seemed to have never been touched by daylight. His physice leaveing her no doubt that he could weild the blade at his hip with deadly accurisy.
Not a dense child, San knew why she had been brought before the three men of Zeibock. Her people had been hideing and helping Prince Chid, former Prince Of Freid, holder of the power of Hitomi Kanzaki's power, for years. Giveing him help whenever he desired it. Personly, San had never seen the Prince. Her people had made sure that the Prince had never caught a glimpse of their adoptive cub from the accursed Mystic Moon.
The Zeibock Leaders had brought her hear to try and pry from her the information where Prince Chid was along with the rest of her Tribe. San lifted her chin. She would suffer a thousand years of torment before she would let them know.
Calmness filled her face as she let her long black hair with pink strickes through the it fall away from her face. She was San Moonlight of the Wolf-tribe, adoptive child of the great Yamato Moonlight. She was strong, she was prideful. She was a child of the forest. She stood before any with her head high in equality.
Folken Strategoes studied her sudden change silently. Slowly he cleared his throught, his expresion one of stotic unreadbilty,"I belive you relize why you are here..."he paused as though waiting for an answer. San merely stared at him with slanted eyes.
"Where his Chid?"he asked at last.
San crossed her arms, a conempt look passing across her lilic features. She switched her gaze over to Van and barely supressed a snarl. Teal eyes glowed with fury at the mere sight of him. Her hand dropped suddenly to her side wishing more then ever for her sword so she could slice him in half.
Seeminly unaffected by her coldness, Van moistened his lips,"Can it even talk?"
San held his gaze with a sentinet rage. Her lips longed to scream and yell at him for all he had done, but no sound escaped. Now was not the time.
"I'll make her talk."His voice was smooth and soft as poison chocolate.
With a show of arrogence he sliped his blade under her neck, pressing insitently agenst her tender whtie skin. Coldly her eyes cut to him.
Ruby eyes glowed malicously,"Prepared to talk yet?"he asked, amusmet coating his musical voice.
San quirked an eyebrow. This was what they had in mind? Haveing the 'Great Generel Dilandau Alabtou' press a sword to her throught and threaten her life? This was it? Geez, she'd expected something more of a challange. Still, it didn't matter much. Long as she got the hell out of there.
She was jerked suddenly from her inner dialoge as she felt his blade cut into her skin. Frowning at him she did a back-flip catching the hilt of the sword in her feet and jerking it easily from his unexpecting hands. She caught it quickly as she landed on her feet.
Ruby eyes were wide with susperise and filled with slight apreciation at her cleverness. Quickly her eyes studied each of them and knew that staying to fight them all would be fool-harty. One can't get squeez blood from a stone after all.
Wirling around she ran to window and dove out. To her relife she saw below a convient wagon of hay. Gently it cusioned her fall. Grunting she heaved heself off the bundle and toke off running faster then she ever had before.
Her legs felt like jelly benieith her as she went. But it appeared she'd underestemated her enemy as she heard the sudden clanking of armer behind her. Instenctively her hand tighted around the hild of Dilandau's sword. Though the relization that running was a fruitless venture, she'd already decided to give them a merry chase before she'd allow herself to captured once more.
Dragon Slayers appeared suddenly infront of her and a ferel snarl fell across her lips, miroring the wolf she'd long since become. Useing her agilty and the venture of suprise she toke then down, she hurried off. She'd only gone a few feet when there he stood infront of her.
Van Stratioges. An animlistic growl escaped herlips. Glanceing behind her she reinforcements comeing her. Instently she knew to escape she had to got through the traitor infront of her. Drawing herself up she charged at him her heart thuding like a drum as she did so.
With a practiced ease he caught her blade and shuved her back. Wasteing to time she faked a slice at the flat of his knees then made an arce aimed at his neck. Deflecting her blow with a narrowly he swiped his own at her middle, catching her off gaurd.
Moveing back she swiped her sword at him, catching the bronze fleash of her right arm. Anger flared on his face as he ended the their little spar with a quick slice at her hand that caused her to drop her sword.
Quickly he moved and swiped the flat of his sword at the back of her knees, knocking her flat on her back. Groaning in pain she stared up at him with a fuzzy gaze. Contemptly he let his sword stand inches from her nose, behind her she could hear the snickering of Dragon Slayers that had arrived but stayed away.
His breathing ragged her spoked,"I could kill you here and now and none would stop me."
The threat was obviouse and ment to make her bow before him and plead for her life.
Something she would never do.
Feeling the time was right she meet his gaze thunderesly,"Kill me now then, Marr your soul with more blood that already soaks you. Do it!"she shouted with a challange in her eyes.
Taken aback Van did nothing and sheath his sword instead. She truely didn't fear him. The thought suprised him more then anything. Most were to afraid to even whisper his name. It was....refreashing in a sick way.
Flickering his gaze up to the Dragon Slayers he spoke firmly,"Take her to a cell, a privet one."
Quickly they complied, lifting her roughly up her arms. Haunting teal eyes stared hard into the redish ones Van Strategoes. He swallowed hard as he broke eye-contact. They resembled far too much to...Hit--The Seer's. Shakeing his head quickly he tried to turn away from the long buried memories that rushed to the surface.
San stared at him coldly as she was led away, only removeing her gaze when the Dragon Slayers pushed her roughly around a corner.
A.n.-well, what did you all think? The other chapters have yet to be edited, but this one has. I hope you like it. I think this one is way better then the first one I had up.
Prolog
Ten years have past yet all can still rember it as well as yesterday. The great irony of Zeibock's victory in the Destiny wars weighed heavily still on all's minds. None could disspell the hate in their souls for Van Fanel, King of Fanalia. Forgiveness may be a virtue, but no man, woman, or child could ever find it in their hearts to forgive the cold-hearted man. After all, 'twas he who betrayed the Legendary Seer of the Mystic Moon, the Wing Goddess Hitomi Kanzaki.
The man known as Van Fanel had even handed over the Legendary Ispano Gyemilth Escaflowne and stood at his brother's side in power after doing the loathsom deed. Fortunently, the Goddess Hitomi Kanzaki had been able to use her mystical powers to send forth Escaflowne to a place where man nor god could ever reach it.
Before her death at the Zeibock hands in a show of power, she offered the people of Gaea one last hope. One small shimmering dream they could hold onto long after her death. That Another of her world would disspeal the evil of this world. Put things the way they should have been, bring peace to the world of Gaea.
The Fellowship of the young Seer, Princess Melerna Aston of Asturia, Allen Shezar knight of heaven, Prince Chid of Freid, Merel cat-girl sister to the now evil Van Fanel, all were able to creat enough of a distraction for the young Prince Chid to escape with the power of Alantis, the power to help shift Fate; Hitomi Kanzaki's pendent.
Alone he escaped from the metalic Kingdom of Gaea to disspear into the shadows. Bard's tell tales of what his fate may have been. Dead or alive, he holds part of the key to free Gaea.
Chapter One:A Warrior Revield
San ran breathless through the vast forest that surrounded her every step. The air behind her was filed with the shouts for her to stop. Of course she would not complie, nor would the rest of the wolf-man tribe that ran at her side. They were her family, companions in the cruel world of Gaea. Even knowning her home to be the accoursed world the Mystic Moon.
Anyother would have shuned and cursed her, for even if suspected from being from there you were to be put to death. But they had cherished her like their own cub. Protecting her from the ruefull world that surrounded them.
Now, on the eve of her 15th rotation their small village was being attacked by the humans. Wolf-people were killed right and left, those who had given her toys as a mere child were killed right and left for no true reason.
The fact that those that were not human were seen only as a sub-class creatures. Slaves that could be killed and replaced without a moments regreat. Human's made bias tales about her, for she had heard some. That she was kidnapped at birth and that the wolf-people had stolen her soul forceing her to live eternaly with them.
She snorted lightly as she nearly stumbled over an upturned root. Stolen her soul, forceing her to live with them? Where did the humans get such ideas? Slowly her hand fell to her side where her sword lay sheathed silently awaiting the use of its master.
Hereing a sudden gasp of breath next to her she glanced to see her closest friend Relin running as fast as his small legs could carry him. Her lapse of concertration of her path costed her dearly as her ankle became snagged on an large stone.
Instently she sprawled to the ground in a heap of pain. The instant she crashed she saw Relin slow to a near stop as he started to trun and come after her.
"BAKA! RUN! RUN!"she shouted at the top of her lungs, knowing full well he would only get himself captured. Or killed.
Reluctince evident, Relin turned and ran on. No doubt berating himself a coward in his mind. Forceing herself to stand, she brushed her knee-length torn skirt and sleevless white shirt of animal skin absently. It stuck hotly to her skin, tight and suffacatingly agenst her.
Licking her lips she saw the Dragon Slayers and numerouse other Zeibock soliders spot her. Even from the distance she could see the small idulgent smile curveing their lips. Though some of them held a disspointed frown as they thought her to be an easy conquest. A quick meaningless capture.
Sullenly she turned slightly, her teal eyes going to where Relin had toke off running. Her friend...along with the rest of her family where more then likely farther ahead by now. Shakeing her head, her body went rigid. She would protect them to her best abilty, she would do her best to help them escape.
Her body still as a statue she waited 'till she was sure pleanty of them had seen her. Instently she bolted off in a western direction, far away from the intended destination of her Tribe. True to her hopes, a group followed her.
A ruefull smile flew across her lips feeling utterly confident that she could out-run them. More then likely she was in twice as good shape as them any how. And she knew these forests as well as any animale that roamed them.
Unfortuantly, fate has never been kind to all. For she suddenly found herself faceing a cliff and knew she had miscalculated her direction badly. Teal eyes fell downward in a quick assment that if she were to dare the jump she would break every bone in her body.
Resigned that if she turned around. Delibertibly she drew her sword before 5 men's astonished eyes as they entered the clearing. Teal eyes were cold as ice, narrowed in a deadly challange. If she would die today it would be in battle defending those she loved.
At first glace she seemed entirely composed, though inside she shook in fear that she couldn't defeated all 5 men at once. For knowing those unhonorble curs they would attack her at once. Ignoreing her fear she held her head high and kept her stance steady.
If she would die today, she would die on her feet. Not cowering below them.
One who looked to be the leader of their loathsom group steped cockly forward. He looked to be in his early tweinties, short dark brown hair fell lightly over onyx eyes. His features were strong andwell defined, gauntly handsom in his blue armer he unsheathed sword with an elbrate motion.
"So, you must be the infamase wolf-girl,"He paused slightly, his eye widely mocking as his mouth curved indulgently."the one who was told to be liveing with these savages"
His words, she knew, were ment to anger her. But no matter of self controll could keep her eyes from wideing into pure loathsom anger. Her body tensed as adrenlin shot through her more then ready for the battle ahead. Though no words esacped her peach colord lips, the message sent was clear. She was going to kill them and enjoy every shimatta secoud of it.
Wasteing no time, San charged forward catching the dark haired one off-gaurd along with the others. Useing their comptempt of her to her advantage she unarmed one Slayer then the secoud and third. She wirled around useing her sword as a lance, catching 2 in the arm leaveing a nasty gash.
But she was fast becomeing tired. She wasn't used to long, straniouse battles. She had no stamina for them. As was quickly shown when they attacked her and she came out with a cat across her arm and middle. Each not too deep, but deep enough to cause blood to splurt out.
With every secoud her sword was quickly becomeing heavier and heavier. It wasn't supriseing when she was disarmed and quickly tied up. Scowling in an unmasked hate she stared up at them untill she fell into exhastions grasp.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
San was jolted awake by the loud sounds and unfamiler sounds of the Zeibock Capital. The Slayers had put her into a small cage along with severel cat-men, wolf-men, and dog-men. None of which she reconized.
The cage was jerked to a stop as the wagon halted abruptly. The doors were jerked opened and her weakened companions barely looked up. One came in and jerked her forward. Shuveing her toward the gateways. One of them undid the ropes around her hands as she walked.
Absently she rubbed her rope-burned wrists. The halls were elbrately decorated--far too much for San's tast really.
Roughly they shuved her into the throne room. It was mostly bare except for the bright blue carpet that streached through the room. On the walls hung tapastries and torches, though the sight that intrested her most where the long wide windows to the right of the room. If they werent too high from the ground she was pretty sure she could jump out them and return to the sanctuary of the forest she adored.
Passivly she directed her attention infront of her, trying to give no indication that she'd even noticed the windows. Or that she had been contemplateing her escape plan. The gaurds at her side stoped as she reached severel feet from the three most powerful men in all of Gaea. As she stood next to them she could of sword she'd felt a tremble of fear race through them as they turned and left the room.
Her stance bored, she studied the men before her. Standing in the middle of the two other man stood Folken Lacour Strategoes, formaly Prince Folken Lacour Fanel of Fannalia. But no longer, before her stood only the leader of the Zeibock Empire. Only the shell of the man born long before her time stood there. Not long after the Destiny Wars, Emperour Dornkirk died. Ironicly at the momment his 'dream' had come true.
To the right of the silver haired Emperour stood Van Slanzar Strategos, once fondly known as King Van Sanzar Fanel of Fannalia the traitor. His hair was midnight black falling over slanted eyes of a doused redish brown that were once said to burn the the intesity of justice and honor. But before San's teal eyes all she saw was a cruel merciless man who in her eyes didn't even know the definetion of justice and honor.
On the other side of Folken Strategoes stood Lord Dilandau Albatou, Generel of all Zeibock's military. Before her eyes stood the widely known 'demon' of the Zeibock Empire. True to the tales his eyes seemed to glow with the eptiome of war. Bloodlust shone high in those eyes, a commanding aura San had never felt before engulfed her. This was no man before her, no man could hold such a thing. His hair was short and fell around those Ruby eyes. A golden tiara glinted under his hair, his peach lips upturned with a perment smirk. His skin was a pale white that seemed to have never been touched by daylight. His physice leaveing her no doubt that he could weild the blade at his hip with deadly accurisy.
Not a dense child, San knew why she had been brought before the three men of Zeibock. Her people had been hideing and helping Prince Chid, former Prince Of Freid, holder of the power of Hitomi Kanzaki's power, for years. Giveing him help whenever he desired it. Personly, San had never seen the Prince. Her people had made sure that the Prince had never caught a glimpse of their adoptive cub from the accursed Mystic Moon.
The Zeibock Leaders had brought her hear to try and pry from her the information where Prince Chid was along with the rest of her Tribe. San lifted her chin. She would suffer a thousand years of torment before she would let them know.
Calmness filled her face as she let her long black hair with pink strickes through the it fall away from her face. She was San Moonlight of the Wolf-tribe, adoptive child of the great Yamato Moonlight. She was strong, she was prideful. She was a child of the forest. She stood before any with her head high in equality.
Folken Strategoes studied her sudden change silently. Slowly he cleared his throught, his expresion one of stotic unreadbilty,"I belive you relize why you are here..."he paused as though waiting for an answer. San merely stared at him with slanted eyes.
"Where his Chid?"he asked at last.
San crossed her arms, a conempt look passing across her lilic features. She switched her gaze over to Van and barely supressed a snarl. Teal eyes glowed with fury at the mere sight of him. Her hand dropped suddenly to her side wishing more then ever for her sword so she could slice him in half.
Seeminly unaffected by her coldness, Van moistened his lips,"Can it even talk?"
San held his gaze with a sentinet rage. Her lips longed to scream and yell at him for all he had done, but no sound escaped. Now was not the time.
"I'll make her talk."His voice was smooth and soft as poison chocolate.
With a show of arrogence he sliped his blade under her neck, pressing insitently agenst her tender whtie skin. Coldly her eyes cut to him.
Ruby eyes glowed malicously,"Prepared to talk yet?"he asked, amusmet coating his musical voice.
San quirked an eyebrow. This was what they had in mind? Haveing the 'Great Generel Dilandau Alabtou' press a sword to her throught and threaten her life? This was it? Geez, she'd expected something more of a challange. Still, it didn't matter much. Long as she got the hell out of there.
She was jerked suddenly from her inner dialoge as she felt his blade cut into her skin. Frowning at him she did a back-flip catching the hilt of the sword in her feet and jerking it easily from his unexpecting hands. She caught it quickly as she landed on her feet.
Ruby eyes were wide with susperise and filled with slight apreciation at her cleverness. Quickly her eyes studied each of them and knew that staying to fight them all would be fool-harty. One can't get squeez blood from a stone after all.
Wirling around she ran to window and dove out. To her relife she saw below a convient wagon of hay. Gently it cusioned her fall. Grunting she heaved heself off the bundle and toke off running faster then she ever had before.
Her legs felt like jelly benieith her as she went. But it appeared she'd underestemated her enemy as she heard the sudden clanking of armer behind her. Instenctively her hand tighted around the hild of Dilandau's sword. Though the relization that running was a fruitless venture, she'd already decided to give them a merry chase before she'd allow herself to captured once more.
Dragon Slayers appeared suddenly infront of her and a ferel snarl fell across her lips, miroring the wolf she'd long since become. Useing her agilty and the venture of suprise she toke then down, she hurried off. She'd only gone a few feet when there he stood infront of her.
Van Stratioges. An animlistic growl escaped herlips. Glanceing behind her she reinforcements comeing her. Instently she knew to escape she had to got through the traitor infront of her. Drawing herself up she charged at him her heart thuding like a drum as she did so.
With a practiced ease he caught her blade and shuved her back. Wasteing to time she faked a slice at the flat of his knees then made an arce aimed at his neck. Deflecting her blow with a narrowly he swiped his own at her middle, catching her off gaurd.
Moveing back she swiped her sword at him, catching the bronze fleash of her right arm. Anger flared on his face as he ended the their little spar with a quick slice at her hand that caused her to drop her sword.
Quickly he moved and swiped the flat of his sword at the back of her knees, knocking her flat on her back. Groaning in pain she stared up at him with a fuzzy gaze. Contemptly he let his sword stand inches from her nose, behind her she could hear the snickering of Dragon Slayers that had arrived but stayed away.
His breathing ragged her spoked,"I could kill you here and now and none would stop me."
The threat was obviouse and ment to make her bow before him and plead for her life.
Something she would never do.
Feeling the time was right she meet his gaze thunderesly,"Kill me now then, Marr your soul with more blood that already soaks you. Do it!"she shouted with a challange in her eyes.
Taken aback Van did nothing and sheath his sword instead. She truely didn't fear him. The thought suprised him more then anything. Most were to afraid to even whisper his name. It was....refreashing in a sick way.
Flickering his gaze up to the Dragon Slayers he spoke firmly,"Take her to a cell, a privet one."
Quickly they complied, lifting her roughly up her arms. Haunting teal eyes stared hard into the redish ones Van Strategoes. He swallowed hard as he broke eye-contact. They resembled far too much to...Hit--The Seer's. Shakeing his head quickly he tried to turn away from the long buried memories that rushed to the surface.
San stared at him coldly as she was led away, only removeing her gaze when the Dragon Slayers pushed her roughly around a corner.
A.n.-well, what did you all think? The other chapters have yet to be edited, but this one has. I hope you like it. I think this one is way better then the first one I had up.