bHiya! My first fic, kowai! Well it's gonna be a little hard to understand, but just take your time to look over it closely. I hope it spikes your interest, and I just needed to get it up! This is the first chapter of a story I think I will call Wings…but who knows? I might update it, but I wanted to get it up! It's not an AU, even though it might seem as one. Well, please comment! Slayers characters in next chapter, I promise! Hehehe…^^
~Chiu
P.S. Here's a little contest: (No prizes, just fun, gomen!) What is the main girl's name in this chapter? (Might be a bit of a trick question…hehehe.)/b
I am a bird; you are my wings. How could I do anything but follow you?
Sora
"With the mighty enemies approaching what could she do?"
The group of the enchanted waited in anticipation, for they had heard this story many times. The house where they sat was overrun with shadows of the dead that lingered listening too, which the crowd took no notice of. The firelight dazzled their features, and made their eyes glow. They all concentrated on the life of the tales they loved.
Too close…
All were waiting, all except one girl; her red hair caressed blue eyes that were glazed over as if she suffered from a fever. She saw those dead lingering, she always had. But tonight was different, they were. But no, it was not a fever. You could hear it in her breath…
"What? What could she do?"
The aged woman waited for a response from her crowd, knowing in even that they had heard it so many times before they all knew, and they were giving her her rightful power with their silence. She sat back, and continued her story, her blind eyes knowing the darkness.
to knowing…
She, in shallow breaths half whispered, "Kill. Them."
today's…
But She was not responding to the story, no, no. It was to the voice in her head, or the many voices, which sounded of the same but of everything at the same time. It wasn't a response though: more of a hypnotic chant…
tomorrow.
"She looked to the left where her lover had fallen, the area around as barren as death itself. Her friends at her feet she fought back tears; her red eyes looking as "when the sun meets the sea"…"
But tomorrow's…
It didn't matter if it wasn't true, it didn't matter if it was. The crowd loved these ghosts of their hero's souls, their voices saying "hello" and "bai-bai" once again.
And it didn't matter if she covered her ears, the voice would not stop stroking her mind. The girl's long hair glowed in the full moon's light, as she could do nothing to prevent the change that had already taken her; she did not know it was talking place.
today…
"She loved them so much…"
She grabbed her near by doll a clutched it, the frazzled hair reminded her of a far off place: She felt love within the knots.
"Come, it is your time." The voice beckoned smoothly. "Time to rise, fulfill the legends, all of them are for you. The moon rises and sun sets for you.""Destiny?"
"Yes, destiny. You are my chosen, my love. Take hold of what you will ultimately become. Take the light of the flame you possess,"
the voice chimed, like blowing with the wind. The girl smiled and closed her eyes imagining the light beneath her sky."Yes."
And it was done, there was nothing more to be told. She was the same, and faced forward bright and ready for the end of the story…
her story.
"She would do right, for the people she loved…"
was gone…
One (girl) in the crowd noticed her doll, the doll She took as her own was gone. She whipped around, her blonde hair twirling. The doll resting on She's lap she reached for it, smiling kindly up to her face of her unknown friend. But her hand froze, as she could move no further. Her darkened-over eyes trembled as she saw something in those eyes parallel stroked by the fire:
Hush.
Purple.
"And she started the spell she was most suited for…"
"Grab it! Grab it now!"
"Tasagore yori koraki mono…"
The fire-touched girl remained still.
"Take the knowledge that is yours, and then sweetie you can…"
"Sing your song…"
"And?"
"And…meet your wings"
She smiled in the darkness coming, her soul truly lost now, but her faithful eyes flowed continually as she stood and began…
or finished.
"chi no nagare yori akaki mono…"
But was it happy or sad?
The storyteller immediately stopped, as the gathering looked towards She, looking now much taller and older. "O hime?" A child asked in a caring way, wondering what made her rise. "My princess, are you alright?" The taleteller asked in a quivering tone. She transformed as light grew from above her—no all around. She's body was basked in gold, her tears now making her garments. Everyone's eyes were wide.
But what really shocked them was the fact that…
She was mute.
"toki no nagare ni uzumore shi…"
Her voice sounded both her's and not; low and soft with a harshness that could kill. No one could move:
Too fast.
"idai na nanji no na ni oite…"
And She's eyes were gone, in that there was nothing. And was there…could they see?
Scream.
Red.
"Yes."
"ware, koko ni yami ni chikawan. Warera ga mae ni tachi fusagari shi. Subete no oroka naru mono ni. Ware to nanji ga chikara mote…"
And on the last stanza she breathed a joyful word…
"Masen"
and smiled.
"hitoshiku horobi o ataen koto o!"
She spit out the last two words as she fell back; "Doragu Sureibu."
And as her eyes went black, and the fire went out, two figures were brought in front of the moon.
at the moon's horizon.