Ch.1: a Dream, a Memory
"Mother" said a fidgeting, small, blond girl that was swing her feet. Feet that barely touched the floor if she was pointing her feet straight out. She poked a glance at the older woman as she stirred a pot that smelled of the heavenly aroma of burgogee. Yes, you heard me, burgogee. If you ever smelled it, you'd think you died and went to heaven. And its taste, sigh Any ways, the author wipes the drool of his chin, the girl decided her feet were the most interesting thing in the small, homely, not to mention sparkling clean (you know how mothers are with cleanliness) room.
This dream again. This memory again.
"Yes? What is it?" spoke an older woman in a gentle, caring manner while putting down the big, wooden spoon. She looked at her daughter who was still staring at her swinging feet.
How long ago was this? 900 years ago? 1,000?
"What happened to daddy?" said sad little dragon girl as you looked up at her mom's caring eyes. They stared at each other for a while. Then so more.
Here it comes.
'Mother' turned away, trying to decide what to say. Trying to decide if she was ready for the truth or not. When she turned back, she told her the truth, but was it the whole truth? "He died fighting against the Mazoku during the Korma War. He killed many of them before the detestable Xelloss tricked and killed him. He was our greatest warrior." She got that distant look to her eyes. The one she always gets when she talks about 'daddy'.
I was so young back then, so naive.
The girl looked down in thought and then said "I am going to become a great warrior like my dad and show Xelloss what a who's boss!" when she looked up again. At this, her mother could only smile. A sad, half-hearted smile.
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"Wake up Filia!" Shouted a short, hyper girl who was high on life or maybe it was the ten pounds of sugar coursing through her veins from her patent 'Justice Soda'. What's more amusing is that she only drank 1/2 of it. Either way, you get the idea. This, of course, woke Filia right up. Now, any person valuing their sanity, this included Filia, would be running for the hills. Except, there weren't any hills around here, not any more after Lina thought she saw a giant slug on it any ways, and Filia was just too tired to run. So she did what any sensible person would do, hid deeper in to the bed and pray that Amelia would go away.
"Come on! It isn't just to leave the others waiting"
No such luck.
"You must wake up with a love of justice in your heart and…"
Oh no, not the justice speech Filia thought with a shiver. "I'm up! I'm up! Just give me time to get ready." Phew, that was a close one. As she was changing into her normal clothes her thoughts went back to her dream. A dream which was also a memory.
I promised I'd show Xelloss who's the boss.
But you aren't strong enough.
Who are you!?!
You of course.
Oh.
You could try to break his heart.
But Mazokus can't love, can they?
Do you really believe that?
Yes……...
Then why is Xelloss acting all weird when he is around you?
I don't know! Because he is a fruitcake!
Because he likes you.
He does?!? Then why does he make fun of me all the time!
Because he doesn't know what to do with this feeling.
Hummm… this could be fun.
Definitely.
So how should I break his heart?
By letting him open his heart to you and than you smash it.
I'm going to enjoy this.
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Elsewhere……….
"That was almost to easy," said Xelloss with a his patent evil smirk. He took another sip from his tea and opened his eyes. "This is going to be fun, but not in the way you think, Filia dear," he said slyly. Lina turned from her feeding frenzy to Xelloss and asked "Did you say something?" While giving his most innocent smile, he answered "Nope." This was good enough for her since she returned to the feeding frenzy. He gulped the rest of the tea in one swift motion and set the glass down. "Check please," he said as he raised his hand and got up.
"Mother" said a fidgeting, small, blond girl that was swing her feet. Feet that barely touched the floor if she was pointing her feet straight out. She poked a glance at the older woman as she stirred a pot that smelled of the heavenly aroma of burgogee. Yes, you heard me, burgogee. If you ever smelled it, you'd think you died and went to heaven. And its taste, sigh Any ways, the author wipes the drool of his chin, the girl decided her feet were the most interesting thing in the small, homely, not to mention sparkling clean (you know how mothers are with cleanliness) room.
This dream again. This memory again.
"Yes? What is it?" spoke an older woman in a gentle, caring manner while putting down the big, wooden spoon. She looked at her daughter who was still staring at her swinging feet.
How long ago was this? 900 years ago? 1,000?
"What happened to daddy?" said sad little dragon girl as you looked up at her mom's caring eyes. They stared at each other for a while. Then so more.
Here it comes.
'Mother' turned away, trying to decide what to say. Trying to decide if she was ready for the truth or not. When she turned back, she told her the truth, but was it the whole truth? "He died fighting against the Mazoku during the Korma War. He killed many of them before the detestable Xelloss tricked and killed him. He was our greatest warrior." She got that distant look to her eyes. The one she always gets when she talks about 'daddy'.
I was so young back then, so naive.
The girl looked down in thought and then said "I am going to become a great warrior like my dad and show Xelloss what a who's boss!" when she looked up again. At this, her mother could only smile. A sad, half-hearted smile.
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"Wake up Filia!" Shouted a short, hyper girl who was high on life or maybe it was the ten pounds of sugar coursing through her veins from her patent 'Justice Soda'. What's more amusing is that she only drank 1/2 of it. Either way, you get the idea. This, of course, woke Filia right up. Now, any person valuing their sanity, this included Filia, would be running for the hills. Except, there weren't any hills around here, not any more after Lina thought she saw a giant slug on it any ways, and Filia was just too tired to run. So she did what any sensible person would do, hid deeper in to the bed and pray that Amelia would go away.
"Come on! It isn't just to leave the others waiting"
No such luck.
"You must wake up with a love of justice in your heart and…"
Oh no, not the justice speech Filia thought with a shiver. "I'm up! I'm up! Just give me time to get ready." Phew, that was a close one. As she was changing into her normal clothes her thoughts went back to her dream. A dream which was also a memory.
I promised I'd show Xelloss who's the boss.
But you aren't strong enough.
Who are you!?!
You of course.
Oh.
You could try to break his heart.
But Mazokus can't love, can they?
Do you really believe that?
Yes……...
Then why is Xelloss acting all weird when he is around you?
I don't know! Because he is a fruitcake!
Because he likes you.
He does?!? Then why does he make fun of me all the time!
Because he doesn't know what to do with this feeling.
Hummm… this could be fun.
Definitely.
So how should I break his heart?
By letting him open his heart to you and than you smash it.
I'm going to enjoy this.
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Elsewhere……….
"That was almost to easy," said Xelloss with a his patent evil smirk. He took another sip from his tea and opened his eyes. "This is going to be fun, but not in the way you think, Filia dear," he said slyly. Lina turned from her feeding frenzy to Xelloss and asked "Did you say something?" While giving his most innocent smile, he answered "Nope." This was good enough for her since she returned to the feeding frenzy. He gulped the rest of the tea in one swift motion and set the glass down. "Check please," he said as he raised his hand and got up.