No Words Are Enough


Part One


by: Asurahime


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Disclaimers: Saga Frontier does not and never will belong to me. I'm just a simple, humble, talent-less little sixteen-turning-seventeen-year old girl who loves to write fanfics about the mystics and half-mystic. Just in case SquareSoft happens to want to sue me for letting my imagination roam free, let me inform you that this girl will sue you back, 'cause this disclaimer is quite nice and easy to see and read. My Muse, Hideaki, agrees with me completely in this matter even if we agree on practically nothing else. Enjoy the fic!! This is my first persona-fic and it is in Ildon's point of view, it's also my first SaGa Frontier which isn't *quite* a romance (barely managed to stay in General... it is exasperatingly difficult to stop pairing up Ildon and Asellus for me...).


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Darkness consumes me... there is no light to brighten my path as raven-black wings engulf every ray into nonexistence. I can see white darkening into pure night, roses wilting into gray ashes, words fading into false echoes... and a warm, untainted heart frosting over with an impenetrable barrier of ice.


Have I lost my way? Is immortality so precious an amenity that spending forever being chained in servitude is not too high a price to pay? Is there to be no one watching over every breath I breathe and every step I take? This is not the life that I want to live, but there is no other alternative. My kind is a step closer to perfection, yet I am incapable of feeling. When did I decide that to show any strong sentiment is a sign of weakness? Or have I been in the embrace of night so long that I have simply forgotten what it is like--to love and be loved in return?


I am falling like this, and I welcome the pain and grief which moves through my still, unfeeling figure like the mystic blood in my veins. At least those are real, unlike the illusions of emotions which surfaces to further enshroud the facade of what I have become.


The Black Wing: Prince of Darkness. It is such an appropriate and respectable title for one such as I. Be that as it may, it is not what I yearn for.


"Ildon."


Why must someone interrupt me in my thoughts? A voice filled with dark intent and laced with the unquenchable lust for blood addresses me by my name. I truly do not wish to speak to that infidel at the moment, but it seems that I have little choice other than to answer.


As I materialized in front of the Hunter Knight, Chateau Aiguille's less-than-highly-esteemed General, I could not help but narrow my royal blue eyes into an emotionless scowl. How much hate and suffering must this creature bring upon mortals to cause them to despise mystic-kind so much? Mystics may consider humans as beings of lesser importance than themselves, but the human's extermination is not going to bring about anything except a horrible silence laced with cries of mortal agony. "I am not in a good mood right now. Be quick in stating what you want from me Ciato, else I shall swiftly dispatch of you where you stand."


I was answered by an evil smirk. "Charm Lord has summoned you to discuss his... latest find. Everyone has been searching for you, since you are the only one who has had any access to His Majesty's new addition."


Within a breath, I found myself at the bottom of the steps in front of the Mystic Lord's throne. There was really nothing else to do other than salute Charm Lord, take my place beside Rastaban, and wait for Lord Orlouge's one-hundred and first mistress to walk through the rose-entwined doors and cower like a devoted servant before the throne.


"I do not understand what all of this has to do with me. The arrival of a new mistress doesn't require my presence here, most of these mindless fools refuse to even touch a knife." I muttered irritably, then I recalled the pale face of a young girl who regarded me with dread not too long ago. How ludicrous, that confused fey-like creature whom I had been assigned to watch for over a decade of human years could never be capable of...


"What is your name?" drawled Charm Lord's voice, filled with the power to fascinate all save a few. I just happened to be one of those who are immune to his spell.


To my amazement, another speaker rose to reply to the query. "My name is Asellus. But you really should introduce yourself first before asking others for their names. Otherwise, that is just a mildly rude thing to do."


That instantly drew me out of my deep reverie and I looked up to see that the girl that I was told to watch over was right in front of me. However, her tone of voice was not that of one of Lord Orlouge's mindlessly adoring mistresses. Her voice reminded me of the sharpest silver blade encased in a sheath of silk-- beautiful, true, deadly, and barely guarded. Clearly, Charm Lord did not change this girl to be another of his wives. Unlike the past one hundred princesses, this 'Asellus' is immune to his charisma from the very beginning. This can only signify that she has been modified into what I am--a Mystic Prince.


I noticed that the girl's impertinent response caused murmurs of disapproval to ripple through the room, but those whispers were cut short with a piercing cry of total outrage.


"Insolent!" snarled Ciato, his right hand shifted its hold on his scythe-like weapon. Threatening to attack an unarmed opponent, my charge of all people... this just worsened my opinion of the Hunter and Bat Knight.


It surprised me when Asellus merely turned a cold gaze in his direction, but that became clear to me when I suddenly caught a shade of violet on the girl's clothing and Ciato's blade. Apparently, they have already been somewhat acquainted and judging from Ciato's past actions, it wasn't too difficult to figure out what happened.


Lord Orlouge floated towards Asellus and grasped her chin firmly but gently with his left hand. He smiled when he tilted up her face and ran his right hand through her emerald locks. "Asellus. Such a lovely name suits you, my dearest. It only counts in your favor that you are fiery one as well. I cannot ask for anything more, you will do quite wonderfully."


Asellus made no move to break free as she stared directly into his eyes and repeated her earlier question clearly. "You know who I am, yet I still do not know your name."


Charm Lord


Merciless King


Protector of Rose


Ruler of Darkness


Pursuer of Beauty


Supreme Judge


Ruler of Facinaturu


Lord of the Castle


- Mystic Lord Orlouge -


Title upon title was mentioned in perfect succession. Nevertheless, they all mean and describe the same man who reigns over the entire mystic race, be they within or not within the confines of desolate Facinaturu.


A look of terror dawned upon Asellus' face as she took as step back. It looked as if she was about to make a break for it, but then the gates shut themselves, cutting off the only way out. "Mystic? You're a mystic? What business to you have with a human like me? I don't want to be here, and I am sure that I don't belong here, just let me go home!!" cried Asellus, confused and alarmed.


Charm Lord smiled pityingly at her then returned to his throne with a muffled sigh that I barely caught. After, he locked his intense gaze on to the girl's, almost forcing her to listen and understand his words. "Listen closely to me. I know that you have seen your blood in the garden, for I watched all that happened. It was not the right color, was it not? You are no longer a human."


"THAT IS AN OUTRIGHT LIE!!! I am human!"


I flinched slightly at the volume of her voice just as much as I feared for her life. No one has ever dared to raise their tone of voice up like that to Charm Lord, not even a mystic like Zozma. I make a mental note that Asellus certainly has a vicious temper at times which can prove a little difficult to handle. Still, her voice reminds me of something more....


"You were impaled with Ciato's sword in a manner which a normal human would not have been able to live through, yet you stand before me unharmed and without a wound." Lord Orlouge gestured to Ciato, who had an venomous smile upon his lips. Never have I had so much revulsion for the Hunter Knight than at that moment, and Rastaban's face seemed to mirror my attitude as well. "And even before all of this you were already dead, for you were run over by my carriage. The only reason that you are alive is because I have given you some of my blood--Mystic blood."


Gasps resounded through the Great Hall at that announcement. There had been suspicions that that was what Lord Orlouge did, but hearing it from his own lips confirmed the act. Who would have thought that such a lowly human girl would be the only one to inherit the blood of the Lord of Mystics? Only then did I realize that Asellus wasn't only a prince such as I am, but she is THE prince.


Lord Orlouge smiled benevolently as the girl fell to her knees upon the floor, stunned into shock and mindless of the tears running down from her crimson eyes and ashen cheeks. "Your red human blood and my blue mystic blood have changed your blood into a violet shade. Now you are not only a half-mystic, but you are my daughter as well."


"I am..." whispered Asellus, digging her nails into the palms of her hands deeply.


"Even though you still remain half-human, you have an important obligation to our kingdom as a mystic." added Charm Lord, making an emphasis on the word 'our'. "Ildon."


He was suddenly speaking to me, so I wrenched my stare from the half-mystic on the floor and regarded my Lord. I had seen that Lord Orlouge really was speaking the truth, for Asellus' fingernails had drawn blood of a purple tint. "Yes, my Lord."


"Why..." Asellus' whisper was barely audible, and I could not figure out if the question was for me or for herself.


"You are in charge of the girl. Remember that she is my daughter and not just another of my mistresses."


To everyone's surprise, Ciato rebelled against our Lord's orders. "But Lord, perhaps Ildon isn't appropriate for this position... Just in case..."


Not appropriate!!? One of these days, I'd like to hear him say those words when I cause his blood to pool on the floor. Looking after the only half-mystic in all the regions is not exactly a job I am too thrilled to have, but... there's just a nagging feeling on the back of my mind which...


"Quiet, Ciato. Do not question the wishes of our Lord, he knows what he is doing. Ildon will do quite well. He is swift, patient, and extremely skilled with a sword." Ah, the voice of utter reason. I smirked inwardly as Ciato glared at Rastaban while the other beamed back. This was one of those times in which I am glad to have the eccentric Black Knight as my best friend.


"Half-mystic..." Rastaban and I turned towards Asellus and saw that she was now facing away from the entire mystic court. What confused me was that the timbre of her voice has changed once more... So mettlesome before and now so somber like...


Another order enforced Rastaban's words. "Rastaban is quite accurate in this matter. The Prince of Darkness will be perfect to discipline her in her new mystic abilities. Nonetheless, she needs someone to teach her some manners and cool that fiery temper of hers somewhat. I shall call upon Princess White Rose. She and Ildon will see fit for the girl's training." Charm Lord rested his gaze upon his beloved 'daughter' once more and frowned slightly, as if just seeing something which marred Asellus' being. "Ildon, also get her some decent clothes. Those rags she has on right now are simply atrocious for her stature."


I bowed low and when I looked up once more, the entire room was devoid of life save for myself and my new student. Examining Asellus, I notice that she still was in shock, muttering to herself. "Accept your fate. Be grateful that we are still taking such good care of you even if you're just a lowly half-mystic. We must go now." To tell the truth, I was surprised in hearing how cold my voice sounded in my ears, but it seemed to snap the girl back to reality.


Asellus turned towards me with a questioning look on her face, but she sounded more alive than she did just a moment before. "Where are we going?"


I frowned at the girl for I have little tolerance for unobservant people, mystic or not. Thus, I replied sharper than I meant to. "Hello! Is anyone in there? Weren't you paying any attention to what Lord Orlouge just said? We're both going to Rootville to get you your dress. We had the order placed long ago." About a decade or so ago to tell the truth... I added in my thoughts. No one knew when the new 'prince' was going to wake up, so we had ordered that a dress be made every year from the tailor.


"........" She was quiet but despite the fact that I preferred silence, this was too much for me to handle.


Sighing, I quickly grabbed her blood-streaked hand and began dragging her out of the hall. "You do not have to be so subdued. It is not as if you have been robbed of you ability to speak."


Asellus replied resentfully. "No, only of my humanity."


This involuntarily caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. In those five words, I heard the slight strains of a spell which I had perceived to belong to only one person. I forced myself to reply with the same coldness as before, all the time mindful that I may be hurting her wrist. It was necessary, for if I did not hold on to something at that moment, I would not be able to believe that she exists. "Nay, that is not accurate. You still retain your humanity, but the spirit of royal mysticism has been ingrained upon your soul. Try not to think of it as a loss; rather, consider it as the acceptance of something so much more."


We traversed down the steps and made our way to the rose-entangled gates of the castle leading to the dreary, dark, and lonesome town of Rootville. All the while, I cannot help but reflect that even those I may say such remorseless words to my new student, I myself do not believe the conversion to be a gesture of benevolence. I am secretly embittered to know that another faultless child has been corrupted as I have.


But at least I am not falling alone anymore...


Someone is falling with me.


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To be continued...


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Notes:


~Yes, I am beginning another series before I even finish my other ones *sighs in exasperation*. This one should be a short series which I am doing for five reasons:

*Ildon belongs to me and I love him. ^^

**Fanfiction.Net really, really, really needs more fanfiction on the SaGa Frontier category and I'm helping out the best I can.

***This idea was just screaming out at me and my Muse, Hideaki, was threatening to throw a thesaurus at me if I don't stop procrastinating and write something.

****I always wanted to write a persona-fic.

*****Nothing else to do in my AP Physics class.

~This fanfic isn't too good, isn't it? Oh well... I'm not a very good writer then.

~I love Ildon!!! *smirks*

~Review please!!

~Write SaGa Frontier fanfics of your own please!!

~Don't you think that Orlouge wears a fan in his pants?

~Isn't Ciato just an awful-looking Sephiroth clone who wears ribbons in his hair?

~For any of the members of the SF Gamefaqs message board: What does Ciato do with his many ShadowServants?

~Okay, I'll stop here...

~Luv ya all...