I'm not a huge fan of this fic. If I get a review from some one
who is not lilchibi than I'll update it. If not, I'll take it off
ff.net. With that said, please read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne.
Warnings
Chapter 1 - Surprises after Supper
Two figures walked out of a small hotel with little bundles holding their belongings. They went around to the stable behind the hotel that had stayed at last night and retrieved their horse, Linpar. After attaching their bundles to the saddle, the taller of the two, a man, put his foot into a stirrup and got on.
"I would like you to wait wherever we decide to hide until I call you. Chances are there will be a short fight, but he will realize what I am saying quickly. Do you understand?" the man in a black cloak asked gently to a girl in a cloak identical to his.
She gave a nod as she pulled the hood over her shoulder-length brown hair. He helped her get on the youthful, chestnut horse to sit behind himself. She put her arms around his waist as they rode off with speed into the night forest. It took about ten or so minutes for the two to reach their destination in the woods. Yet they purposely stayed a good fifty yards away. Silently getting off the horse, the man tied the tattered leather reins to a limb of a sturdy, old tree. The girl jumped off as quietly as she could and waited for him to finish knotting to the reins. When he was done, they both walked towards the camp. The man easily stepped without crunching a leaf or dried twig, but the girl was having trouble. He picked her up and they found their hiding spot.
A large bush devoid of thorns was their choice spot as the girl crawled as silently as she could underneath it. The man only crouched down behind it, waiting for the moment to enter the camp. He took in the layout of the small camp with red eyes. Three tents were surrounding the fire and a larger tent too. All the soldiers in their blue clad armor sat around the crackling fire, joking and eating their dinner. Their commander was sipping some wine in red and black armor, staring with intensity at the flames. Everyone seemed to be finishing their dinner early and appeared to be tired from their last raid. The man clutched the cloak as he stood and walked into the camp with his heart thrumming in his chest.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." he thought as the Dragonslayers notice him and drew their swords.
Dilandau took one more sip of his vino and set the glass down. "Who are you?" he said with mild interest. He had been waiting for someone to enter the camp. The red-eyed pyromaniac had heard the footfalls of a presence nearby a while ago.
The cloaked man walked farther into the camp and sat close to the fire. All the Slayers stood ready to attack, waiting for their commanders' instructions. Yet, for some awkward reason all the elite soldiers of Zaibach felt very peaceful around this stranger. As if they knew him and could detect the superior radiance he gave off. The young albino felt a sting of anger when it became apparent that their uninvited guest would not give a response. He stood and walked over to the cloaked being, leaning over him with a smirk.
"Do you not know your name?" he said curtly.
The man looked up at him, but his face remained hidden behind the cloak. If he had been able to see through the dark cloth, Dilandau's face would have been close to his with a fire roaring in the background. Once again, it looked as if the stranger would not reply and had no clue what he was doing. In truth, he knew exactly what he was doing, and what the commander would probably do next.
The young albinos' patience disappeared to be replaced with annoyance. In the blink of an eye, he had grab the collar of the cloak and pulled the figure close to his face. He threw back the hood that revealed a man who looked like an older version of himself in his twenties with long silver hair. Dilandau's eyes widened in surprise.
"Who the hell are you?" he screamed in the mans face.
"I'm you." The man said softly.
"Your not me, anyone who dares to impersonate me deserves to die!" he said letting go of the mans' cloak and grabbing his sword from his sheath.
He quickly went for the 'spy's' throat only to be lifted of the ground and thrown over the strangers' head. The man had kicked him over, the Slayers dismissed any kindness towards him and were about to attack.
"Stand down!" Dilandau screamed, getting to his feet and charging towards his opponent with his sword drawn.
The cloaked man who claimed to be Dilandau blocked with a sword that oddly looked like Dilandau's but more battle worn. The mans face twisted into the expression of a predator that had its prey right where he wanted it. The stranger stopped fighting and fell to the dirty ground of the woods. Dilandau didn't stab him, he had seen his eyes change from red to blue, like his did when Selena tried to emerge.
'No one can pass that off, so he is truly me.' Dilandau thought, putting his sword back into his scabbard.
The man was panting and sweating as the urge to gain control of his personalities was draining his energy. Dilandau kneeled down beside him without sympathy, "I believe you, but how did you get here and what do you want?"
He looked up at his teenaged self and uttered, "I've come to warn you." Then he fainted with those words, from the unexpected lose of power.
Remember people, if you like then review and I'll update. If you don't like, then I won't update and I'll take it off as soon as possible. Oh and if you own/lease a horse named Linpar, I didn't try to steal the name from you. It just came from the band name Linkin Park, who I sadly also do not own.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne.
Warnings
Chapter 1 - Surprises after Supper
Two figures walked out of a small hotel with little bundles holding their belongings. They went around to the stable behind the hotel that had stayed at last night and retrieved their horse, Linpar. After attaching their bundles to the saddle, the taller of the two, a man, put his foot into a stirrup and got on.
"I would like you to wait wherever we decide to hide until I call you. Chances are there will be a short fight, but he will realize what I am saying quickly. Do you understand?" the man in a black cloak asked gently to a girl in a cloak identical to his.
She gave a nod as she pulled the hood over her shoulder-length brown hair. He helped her get on the youthful, chestnut horse to sit behind himself. She put her arms around his waist as they rode off with speed into the night forest. It took about ten or so minutes for the two to reach their destination in the woods. Yet they purposely stayed a good fifty yards away. Silently getting off the horse, the man tied the tattered leather reins to a limb of a sturdy, old tree. The girl jumped off as quietly as she could and waited for him to finish knotting to the reins. When he was done, they both walked towards the camp. The man easily stepped without crunching a leaf or dried twig, but the girl was having trouble. He picked her up and they found their hiding spot.
A large bush devoid of thorns was their choice spot as the girl crawled as silently as she could underneath it. The man only crouched down behind it, waiting for the moment to enter the camp. He took in the layout of the small camp with red eyes. Three tents were surrounding the fire and a larger tent too. All the soldiers in their blue clad armor sat around the crackling fire, joking and eating their dinner. Their commander was sipping some wine in red and black armor, staring with intensity at the flames. Everyone seemed to be finishing their dinner early and appeared to be tired from their last raid. The man clutched the cloak as he stood and walked into the camp with his heart thrumming in his chest.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." he thought as the Dragonslayers notice him and drew their swords.
Dilandau took one more sip of his vino and set the glass down. "Who are you?" he said with mild interest. He had been waiting for someone to enter the camp. The red-eyed pyromaniac had heard the footfalls of a presence nearby a while ago.
The cloaked man walked farther into the camp and sat close to the fire. All the Slayers stood ready to attack, waiting for their commanders' instructions. Yet, for some awkward reason all the elite soldiers of Zaibach felt very peaceful around this stranger. As if they knew him and could detect the superior radiance he gave off. The young albino felt a sting of anger when it became apparent that their uninvited guest would not give a response. He stood and walked over to the cloaked being, leaning over him with a smirk.
"Do you not know your name?" he said curtly.
The man looked up at him, but his face remained hidden behind the cloak. If he had been able to see through the dark cloth, Dilandau's face would have been close to his with a fire roaring in the background. Once again, it looked as if the stranger would not reply and had no clue what he was doing. In truth, he knew exactly what he was doing, and what the commander would probably do next.
The young albinos' patience disappeared to be replaced with annoyance. In the blink of an eye, he had grab the collar of the cloak and pulled the figure close to his face. He threw back the hood that revealed a man who looked like an older version of himself in his twenties with long silver hair. Dilandau's eyes widened in surprise.
"Who the hell are you?" he screamed in the mans face.
"I'm you." The man said softly.
"Your not me, anyone who dares to impersonate me deserves to die!" he said letting go of the mans' cloak and grabbing his sword from his sheath.
He quickly went for the 'spy's' throat only to be lifted of the ground and thrown over the strangers' head. The man had kicked him over, the Slayers dismissed any kindness towards him and were about to attack.
"Stand down!" Dilandau screamed, getting to his feet and charging towards his opponent with his sword drawn.
The cloaked man who claimed to be Dilandau blocked with a sword that oddly looked like Dilandau's but more battle worn. The mans face twisted into the expression of a predator that had its prey right where he wanted it. The stranger stopped fighting and fell to the dirty ground of the woods. Dilandau didn't stab him, he had seen his eyes change from red to blue, like his did when Selena tried to emerge.
'No one can pass that off, so he is truly me.' Dilandau thought, putting his sword back into his scabbard.
The man was panting and sweating as the urge to gain control of his personalities was draining his energy. Dilandau kneeled down beside him without sympathy, "I believe you, but how did you get here and what do you want?"
He looked up at his teenaged self and uttered, "I've come to warn you." Then he fainted with those words, from the unexpected lose of power.
Remember people, if you like then review and I'll update. If you don't like, then I won't update and I'll take it off as soon as possible. Oh and if you own/lease a horse named Linpar, I didn't try to steal the name from you. It just came from the band name Linkin Park, who I sadly also do not own.