Slayers in the Night
Prologue: Death of A Sorceress
It was a beautiful day. The sky was clear blue, the sun shone freely with clouds hanging loosely to either side. The birds were chirping, communicating to each other, perching nicely on the branches.
Ironic how a day this beautiful was chosen to hold a funeral.
There were few mourners who attended the funeral. Five to be exact, including the priest. Of course, not many can attend as it was held within the Seiruun Castle grounds.
"Lord, please guide her to safety," the priest prayed. "And let her be free to..."
He continued as the princess of Seiruun, dressed in a black gown and veil, began to sob.
A tall blonde, in a black mercenary's outfit, put his arms around the young girl, trying to comfort her. But he himself, with blood shot eyes, looked away from the casket, trying desparately not to let the tears forming in his eyes leak out. The chimera next to him looked sadly at the body which laid before them.
They never thought it could happen to her. Not to her, never. She was so full of life, so much that it seemed even impossible to think this could have happened. And what ate at each and every one of their hearts was that they could not stop it. Nothing they can do could bring her back to life now...
"She is in peace, my child. She is resting in a peaceful slumber," the priest ended, patting the princess on her shoulder.
He bowed to the king and left.
The princess openly cried. Sorrow pouring out of her heart. All the men stood and held their tongue, none of them knew what to say to make her feel any better.
"Why?" She asked to no one in particular. "Why does this have to happen?"
Her father, the king, gave her a comforting hug, to no avail, her sobs only grew harder.
"Amelia, you know nobody lives forever," he said soothingly.
"But why her?" Amelia sobbed. "Why HER?! She--she was like--she was like a sister to me!" She choked out and buried her head into her fathers outfit.
All King Philionel could do was sigh and pat his daughter's back, trying desparately to sooth his daughter. He looked at the two men standing before him and nodded. They nodded in return. Philionel led his daughter out of the Castle's church. Amelia's sob grew softer as they exited.
The two men stood numbly towards the exit, they turned back to the casket. They went closer, to see the body clearer, as if to capture the last moments of their beloved friend.
Her body was pale, making her blend well into the white gown she wore. She looked as if she was just sleeping, her face peaceful, but the two knew better than to believe such thing. They knew that she was never going to wake up from this slumber, knew they would never see her in all her glory again.
Zelgadis, the chimera, sighed. He pat the mercenary next to him in the back, knowing that this hurted him far more than anybody else, and turned towards the exit.
As the chimera exited, a tear slid down Gourry's face. He'd like to know the answer to Amelia's question. Why her? It was so confusing to Gourry. It was too sudden. It did not fit in well that SHE of all people would be dead like thsi. He imagined her in a great battle, fighting to save the world--again. L-sama forbids she'd die in the battle but that was how Gourry imagined her to have done.
He took her hands into one of his, her hands were ice cold. With his other hand he stroke her fiery mane, reflecting beautifully from the sun.
"I love you, Lina Inverse," he whispered the loving words.
He gave her a soft kiss on her lips, cold lips. Imprinting the face of his beloved on his heart and soul, he stood straight, turned, and walked out of the church.
That was the funeral of Lina Inverse, Sorceress Supreme, the Enemy of All Who Lived.
The world continued on, as if nothing had happened.
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Notes: So's I like to apologize for writing another story while the Slayers: Dragonne Balle is still unfinished! D; But--but this idea just popped into my head one day, driving home from work and i just HAD to put it out into a story before it fades away into the back of my mind! But don't worry, I'm still continuing the Dragon Ball one!
Ok ok, you guys didn't come here to read my notes but I'd like to say a few things regarding this up and coming story. This isn't gonna be all that dark, i'll make it humurous and slayers-like. This story will focus mainly on Lina (she's my favorite character!) :D with not many roles for the other characters (for what I have in mind, the other characters will probably only be mentioned here and there, but not really make an appearance). Gomen! Please come back! D;
Prologue: Death of A Sorceress
It was a beautiful day. The sky was clear blue, the sun shone freely with clouds hanging loosely to either side. The birds were chirping, communicating to each other, perching nicely on the branches.
Ironic how a day this beautiful was chosen to hold a funeral.
There were few mourners who attended the funeral. Five to be exact, including the priest. Of course, not many can attend as it was held within the Seiruun Castle grounds.
"Lord, please guide her to safety," the priest prayed. "And let her be free to..."
He continued as the princess of Seiruun, dressed in a black gown and veil, began to sob.
A tall blonde, in a black mercenary's outfit, put his arms around the young girl, trying to comfort her. But he himself, with blood shot eyes, looked away from the casket, trying desparately not to let the tears forming in his eyes leak out. The chimera next to him looked sadly at the body which laid before them.
They never thought it could happen to her. Not to her, never. She was so full of life, so much that it seemed even impossible to think this could have happened. And what ate at each and every one of their hearts was that they could not stop it. Nothing they can do could bring her back to life now...
"She is in peace, my child. She is resting in a peaceful slumber," the priest ended, patting the princess on her shoulder.
He bowed to the king and left.
The princess openly cried. Sorrow pouring out of her heart. All the men stood and held their tongue, none of them knew what to say to make her feel any better.
"Why?" She asked to no one in particular. "Why does this have to happen?"
Her father, the king, gave her a comforting hug, to no avail, her sobs only grew harder.
"Amelia, you know nobody lives forever," he said soothingly.
"But why her?" Amelia sobbed. "Why HER?! She--she was like--she was like a sister to me!" She choked out and buried her head into her fathers outfit.
All King Philionel could do was sigh and pat his daughter's back, trying desparately to sooth his daughter. He looked at the two men standing before him and nodded. They nodded in return. Philionel led his daughter out of the Castle's church. Amelia's sob grew softer as they exited.
The two men stood numbly towards the exit, they turned back to the casket. They went closer, to see the body clearer, as if to capture the last moments of their beloved friend.
Her body was pale, making her blend well into the white gown she wore. She looked as if she was just sleeping, her face peaceful, but the two knew better than to believe such thing. They knew that she was never going to wake up from this slumber, knew they would never see her in all her glory again.
Zelgadis, the chimera, sighed. He pat the mercenary next to him in the back, knowing that this hurted him far more than anybody else, and turned towards the exit.
As the chimera exited, a tear slid down Gourry's face. He'd like to know the answer to Amelia's question. Why her? It was so confusing to Gourry. It was too sudden. It did not fit in well that SHE of all people would be dead like thsi. He imagined her in a great battle, fighting to save the world--again. L-sama forbids she'd die in the battle but that was how Gourry imagined her to have done.
He took her hands into one of his, her hands were ice cold. With his other hand he stroke her fiery mane, reflecting beautifully from the sun.
"I love you, Lina Inverse," he whispered the loving words.
He gave her a soft kiss on her lips, cold lips. Imprinting the face of his beloved on his heart and soul, he stood straight, turned, and walked out of the church.
That was the funeral of Lina Inverse, Sorceress Supreme, the Enemy of All Who Lived.
The world continued on, as if nothing had happened.
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Notes: So's I like to apologize for writing another story while the Slayers: Dragonne Balle is still unfinished! D; But--but this idea just popped into my head one day, driving home from work and i just HAD to put it out into a story before it fades away into the back of my mind! But don't worry, I'm still continuing the Dragon Ball one!
Ok ok, you guys didn't come here to read my notes but I'd like to say a few things regarding this up and coming story. This isn't gonna be all that dark, i'll make it humurous and slayers-like. This story will focus mainly on Lina (she's my favorite character!) :D with not many roles for the other characters (for what I have in mind, the other characters will probably only be mentioned here and there, but not really make an appearance). Gomen! Please come back! D;