Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Escaflowne characters or the plot line.
I do own Jewel, though!
Shadow Angel
She lay awake in her bed. Her covers lay tangled and forgotten around her. The early morning heat of the day ahead slowly seeped into her broken window. She'd get that fixed one day. She turned and looked at the closed curtains of that window. How long would it be before she was able to leave? Maybe she could run. But that wouldn't work. Someone would find her eventually. And then she would be in the same spot she was in now. She sighed and closed her eyes. Sleep just wouldn't come today.
Jewel Harken was never popular in school. She probably could've been, but she never was the kind of person who would flaunt herself in front of others. She preferred to stick to the shadows. She didn't have any friends, and her family wasn't exactly the kind you could talk to. She was a loner, and liked it that way. She was five foot five, with thin, short dark red hair, sapphire blue-gray eyes and healthy looking tan skin. She was athletic and slender with well defined curves. But despite what others thought, Jewel kept to herself and almost never talked.
She wasn't understood, at school or at home. She felt like no one understood her. Even if people got close to her, she wasn't sure they would understand. She was just so. different. She wasn't like the other girls at school, she couldn't relate to them. She wasn't like her family, she wasn't like other people on this world. She was just. Jewel. She was herself. That was good enough for her. but was it good enough for others? Probably not. And that's why she kept to herself.
Jewel sat outside on the porch of her home. It was a run-down shack- totally gross. And even grosser to live in. But what can you expect when your parents split up, leaving you and your brother with your son-of-a- bitch father? Definitely not the Brady Bunch. Jewel sighed and looked down at her paper. What was she supposed to be writing for English? Oh yes, an essay. How fun-exactly what she needed.
Jewel pushed the paper and her notebook to the side and stared up at the starry night sky. It was so beautiful tonight. "You're the only one who understands me," she whispered to it. "You and the darkness." She shook her head. As crazy as that sounded, it was true. She could relate to darkness and the night sky. They were her friends. Her only friends in this lonely world of hers. There was a faint cry of a lone wolf in the distance. "Too bad the wolves don't hang out here. I'd like to meet a real one," she muttered to herself.
The wolves seemed like the animal version of herself. Only, they were more social and hung out in packs. "Well, they know each other. They all have one mind, they think alike." Jewel sighed again and gazed up at the sky. Her hand went to the necklace that hung around her neck. She clasped the pendent on it and closed her eyes. "I want to go somewhere where I belong." She opened her eyes in time to see a golden light. And then everything went black.
Jewel stood in a field full of flowers with a clear blue sky above her. She had never seen so many flowers in her life. And the smell! It was so sweet. So inspiring. Jewel felt like dancing. Everything about this field screamed happiness to her. Jewel let a small smile come to her face. This was so beautiful.
A silver haired boy with garnet eyes walked through the dark field. He wore a black uniform with red armor, his hair was styled in the "late Beethoven" style and he had a long scar on the right side of his face. He was muscular and lean, and held the very essence of command. He stopped walking suddenly. Was it his eyes.? There, just ahead of him, was the most beautiful girl he had seen. She was just lying in the field, moonlight shinning down on her.
"That's her. Bring her to me," a voice in his ear told him.
The boy rolled his eyes and started walking to the girl again. He bent down and picked her up off the ground. She was light, lighter then he had expected. Now he got his first close up view of her. She was athletic and slender, with dark red short hair. Her hair alone reminded him of fire, his only love. His only passion. The girl's skin was a healthy looking tan and she wore clothes he had never seen before. They sort of reminded him of the dragon's bitch, Hitomi.
He let out a low growl of the memory of the girl. He hated her, he hated the dragon and he hated the Mystic Moon. Suddenly the girl in his arms shifted a little. The boy looked down on her and saw she was smiling slightly. 'Why on Gaea would she be smiling?' He wondered. He turned and started walking back the way he came. Might as well get her back to the Vione before she woke up. He didn't want to deal with a woman now.
An: Well, how was it? I'm doin' this kinda weird fic, not exactly sure how it's gonna go. Um, I'm hopin' it's a lot better then my other fics. Well, that's all. Review or email me with comments, suggestions, flames or whatever! I really want to hear what people think of this! -ShadowKat
Shadow Angel
She lay awake in her bed. Her covers lay tangled and forgotten around her. The early morning heat of the day ahead slowly seeped into her broken window. She'd get that fixed one day. She turned and looked at the closed curtains of that window. How long would it be before she was able to leave? Maybe she could run. But that wouldn't work. Someone would find her eventually. And then she would be in the same spot she was in now. She sighed and closed her eyes. Sleep just wouldn't come today.
Jewel Harken was never popular in school. She probably could've been, but she never was the kind of person who would flaunt herself in front of others. She preferred to stick to the shadows. She didn't have any friends, and her family wasn't exactly the kind you could talk to. She was a loner, and liked it that way. She was five foot five, with thin, short dark red hair, sapphire blue-gray eyes and healthy looking tan skin. She was athletic and slender with well defined curves. But despite what others thought, Jewel kept to herself and almost never talked.
She wasn't understood, at school or at home. She felt like no one understood her. Even if people got close to her, she wasn't sure they would understand. She was just so. different. She wasn't like the other girls at school, she couldn't relate to them. She wasn't like her family, she wasn't like other people on this world. She was just. Jewel. She was herself. That was good enough for her. but was it good enough for others? Probably not. And that's why she kept to herself.
Jewel sat outside on the porch of her home. It was a run-down shack- totally gross. And even grosser to live in. But what can you expect when your parents split up, leaving you and your brother with your son-of-a- bitch father? Definitely not the Brady Bunch. Jewel sighed and looked down at her paper. What was she supposed to be writing for English? Oh yes, an essay. How fun-exactly what she needed.
Jewel pushed the paper and her notebook to the side and stared up at the starry night sky. It was so beautiful tonight. "You're the only one who understands me," she whispered to it. "You and the darkness." She shook her head. As crazy as that sounded, it was true. She could relate to darkness and the night sky. They were her friends. Her only friends in this lonely world of hers. There was a faint cry of a lone wolf in the distance. "Too bad the wolves don't hang out here. I'd like to meet a real one," she muttered to herself.
The wolves seemed like the animal version of herself. Only, they were more social and hung out in packs. "Well, they know each other. They all have one mind, they think alike." Jewel sighed again and gazed up at the sky. Her hand went to the necklace that hung around her neck. She clasped the pendent on it and closed her eyes. "I want to go somewhere where I belong." She opened her eyes in time to see a golden light. And then everything went black.
Jewel stood in a field full of flowers with a clear blue sky above her. She had never seen so many flowers in her life. And the smell! It was so sweet. So inspiring. Jewel felt like dancing. Everything about this field screamed happiness to her. Jewel let a small smile come to her face. This was so beautiful.
A silver haired boy with garnet eyes walked through the dark field. He wore a black uniform with red armor, his hair was styled in the "late Beethoven" style and he had a long scar on the right side of his face. He was muscular and lean, and held the very essence of command. He stopped walking suddenly. Was it his eyes.? There, just ahead of him, was the most beautiful girl he had seen. She was just lying in the field, moonlight shinning down on her.
"That's her. Bring her to me," a voice in his ear told him.
The boy rolled his eyes and started walking to the girl again. He bent down and picked her up off the ground. She was light, lighter then he had expected. Now he got his first close up view of her. She was athletic and slender, with dark red short hair. Her hair alone reminded him of fire, his only love. His only passion. The girl's skin was a healthy looking tan and she wore clothes he had never seen before. They sort of reminded him of the dragon's bitch, Hitomi.
He let out a low growl of the memory of the girl. He hated her, he hated the dragon and he hated the Mystic Moon. Suddenly the girl in his arms shifted a little. The boy looked down on her and saw she was smiling slightly. 'Why on Gaea would she be smiling?' He wondered. He turned and started walking back the way he came. Might as well get her back to the Vione before she woke up. He didn't want to deal with a woman now.
An: Well, how was it? I'm doin' this kinda weird fic, not exactly sure how it's gonna go. Um, I'm hopin' it's a lot better then my other fics. Well, that's all. Review or email me with comments, suggestions, flames or whatever! I really want to hear what people think of this! -ShadowKat
