Disclaimer: Yeah yeah yeah. I know I don't own Escaflowne, or any of the
characters in it. I certainly wish I did, but I don't. Um...But I think you
could have probably guessed that on your own....
Chapter 1
"Well, what the hell do you expect me to do with it!?" A girl of about
nineteen whispered harshly at the older man who seemed to tower over her.
"I don't care," the man replied sternly. "Just take it away from
here."
The two made quite the pair. One of them wore several layers and various
robes. The other showed plenty of skin. One wore dark colors. The other
wore bright, attractive clothing. One was covered in scars earned in
battles from the past. The other had a pale, beautiful complexion. One was
tall, the other only a couple inches over five feet. One was thin and
muscular. But the other's stomach, which had once been quite slim, now
swelled with a weight recently placed upon it. One was very familiar, the
other a complete stranger.
"I can't take it! You know I can't! You've already put me out of work for
at least three months!"
"Don't blame me. You should have known you would run into a problem
like this in your line of work."
"Please. You take it!"
"You know that's not even an option."
"I'll tell... I'll tell everyone what you did..." The girl was now trying
to threaten the man. However, it didn't work. He just laughed.
"Please. Who do you think people are going to believe? A king...or a
whore?"
The girl was silent. She knew he was right. No matter what she said, no one
would believe her. No one would help her. If she admitted to her
occupation, she would be thrown in prison. If she tried to tell that the
baby was his, she'd be thrown in an asylum. There was nothing she could do.
Shaking, with tears swelling in her eyes, she turned on her heels and ran.
He watched all this. The boy with the mismatched eyes, only ten years of
age at the time, watched. For the first time in his life, he saw his father
for who he really was. He watched as his mentor proved to be nothing more
than a lowlife scoundrel, someone for whom no respect was necessary.
He would remember that woman's face. His father may be able to forget, but
he would not. He would keep track of her. He would know when the time came.
Author's Note: Ok, so I know the chapter's very short. I wrote it very
quickly. I'll probably wind up finding a bunch of mistakes and having to
fix them all, but for now, I'm eager to post something. I hope it didn't
confuse anyone too much. If you don't get it know, you probably will in the
next chapter. Heh...ok, I'm rambling, as usually. Well, anyway, R&R!!! And
I'll put up the next chapter ASAP.
characters in it. I certainly wish I did, but I don't. Um...But I think you
could have probably guessed that on your own....
Chapter 1
"Well, what the hell do you expect me to do with it!?" A girl of about
nineteen whispered harshly at the older man who seemed to tower over her.
"I don't care," the man replied sternly. "Just take it away from
here."
The two made quite the pair. One of them wore several layers and various
robes. The other showed plenty of skin. One wore dark colors. The other
wore bright, attractive clothing. One was covered in scars earned in
battles from the past. The other had a pale, beautiful complexion. One was
tall, the other only a couple inches over five feet. One was thin and
muscular. But the other's stomach, which had once been quite slim, now
swelled with a weight recently placed upon it. One was very familiar, the
other a complete stranger.
"I can't take it! You know I can't! You've already put me out of work for
at least three months!"
"Don't blame me. You should have known you would run into a problem
like this in your line of work."
"Please. You take it!"
"You know that's not even an option."
"I'll tell... I'll tell everyone what you did..." The girl was now trying
to threaten the man. However, it didn't work. He just laughed.
"Please. Who do you think people are going to believe? A king...or a
whore?"
The girl was silent. She knew he was right. No matter what she said, no one
would believe her. No one would help her. If she admitted to her
occupation, she would be thrown in prison. If she tried to tell that the
baby was his, she'd be thrown in an asylum. There was nothing she could do.
Shaking, with tears swelling in her eyes, she turned on her heels and ran.
He watched all this. The boy with the mismatched eyes, only ten years of
age at the time, watched. For the first time in his life, he saw his father
for who he really was. He watched as his mentor proved to be nothing more
than a lowlife scoundrel, someone for whom no respect was necessary.
He would remember that woman's face. His father may be able to forget, but
he would not. He would keep track of her. He would know when the time came.
Author's Note: Ok, so I know the chapter's very short. I wrote it very
quickly. I'll probably wind up finding a bunch of mistakes and having to
fix them all, but for now, I'm eager to post something. I hope it didn't
confuse anyone too much. If you don't get it know, you probably will in the
next chapter. Heh...ok, I'm rambling, as usually. Well, anyway, R&R!!! And
I'll put up the next chapter ASAP.