Assassin of Time
Author's Note: This story isn't very good. It's a work-in-progress, and the part with Amelia reading the letters is especially crappy. I apologize profusely, but I must remind you that this is a work in progress, and some elements of it are going to blow. The pairings are nice and canon-filled, and thought here are not-so-important OCs, there will be no romance between them and canon characters. Just for fun, the pairings are: Lina/Gourry, Amelia/Zelgaidss, Sylphiel/Gourry (Because it makes me go..."Awwwww") and implied Lina/Zelgadiss, just for fun. So, have fun, and be nice when you review. But don't wimp out on me, I crave criticism.
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A slight man, partially obscured by shadows, stood on a platform, high above an anxious looking crowd. He was dressed in what looked to be a formal outfit. He raised his hands, and he spoke,
"Since humans have existed, we have been in the center of terrible conflicts. When L-Sama created us, she didn't create a species of warmongers! She created a passive, peaceful and above all, a neutral group. A species that wanted nothing else than to be left alone. But that was not to happen. The more powerful races, the "chosen" races, decided that we were a cancer! They corrupted our cities and tempted us with power! They continued to fight meaningless battles! They gave us magic and created a seeping void from which none of us can escape! My followers! I have a solution! I have the power to destroy this world! I have the power to wipe this world clean and start anew! Friends! We can achieve paradise!"
Silence answered his speech. A muted, shocked silence. The man lowered his hands, and stood there, not saying a word.
Then. there was applause. It was quiet at first, but it soon grew louder and stronger. Cheers came from the crowd, who were now on their feet and clapping with all their might. The man grinned and bowed, before exited the stage.
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"Amelia, the post has arrived."
Amelia Wil Tesla Sailoon turned around from her desk and smiled. She knew that Lina would have sent her a letter, as she had promising to do so for quite some time. "Thank you, Kitara. Put it on my bedside table, if you will."
"Yes, miss."
Amelia stood up from her chair and walked over to the bedside table as the servant exited. She picked up the three letters and read them aloud,
"You are cordially invited to attend Miss Martina Zoana Mel Navratilova Zengulz Mortan Gabriev Shay and Mister Hallas Lyes this coming..." She said, throwing the letter away.
"Dear Amelia,
It's Lina! Hi! Sorry I haven't written for so long, it's just that Sylphiel is here, and we've been so busy. She's teaching me how to cook and doing girly stuff like that. She says I'll need it if I want to stay with her "Dearest Gourry". Grrr. Oh, but anyways, we'd love it if you could visit us. Gourry and I are in the process of planning our wedding and Zel's coming to visit us any day now, so..."
Amelia jumped up, letting the letter fall on the floor, "Yes! I, Amelia, will head off and visit my wonderful friends and Zelgadiss-san!"
Kitara opened the door, "Miss Amelia?"
Amelia blushed and sunk down to the floor, "Yes, Kitara?"
"Are you planning on leaving Sailoon?"
"Yes, I am. Why?" Amelia asked, her eyes widening.
"There has been some...problems in the royal court. Your Uncle Christopher and your Aunt Patine have been having some arguments regarding Prince Phillionel's decision to put you ahead of Patine's daughter, Rona, on the list of people who will ascend to the throne. And the argument resulted in...a....err...civil war."
"What?" Amelia said, standing up.
"Yes, it was the strangest thing. Lady Patine suddenly declared war on Christopher and your father and...err...it's being resolved as we speak, but Phil isn't letting anyone leave the palace for fear of assassination," Kitara said, blinking.
Amelia shook her head in disbelief, "Honestly. I live in the weirdest kingdom. Ceipheed save us all."
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"Lina-san, you're doing it all wrong! You must gently sprinkle the spices on, not dump the entire contents of the jar!" Sylphiel chided as she and Lina stood in Lina's modest kitchen.
"Don't push me the wrong way, Sylphiel, especially when I have access to all these shiny, sharp knives," Lina growled, mixing some sort of a dough in a bowl.
Sylphiel giggled, "Okay, Lina. I'll go get some flour."
Lina shook her head, "She's hopeless."
Sylphiel made her way out of the kitchen and into Lina and Gourry's backyard, where Gourry stood, shredding potatoes with an ornamental dagger.
"Gourry-sama! Why are you out here shredding potatoes!" Sylphiel said, an eyebrow raised.
"There's not enough room in the kitchen, Sylphiel. Besides, it's nice out here." Gourry said, smiling brightly at the shrine maiden.
Sylphiel's smile faded, "Lina told you to come out here, didn't she."
Gourry shrugged, "I really don't mind."
Sylphiel clucked her tongue, "Honestly, she should treat you better. She's so lucky to have you, you know that?"
Gourry titled his head, "What do you mean?"
"Well, you're a great man, and Lina treats you like dirt. I know she loves you, but she could try showing it more," Sylphiel said, her lips curled in a slight frown.
"Aw, don't worry Sylphiel. Lina's good to me," Gourry said, going back to peeling potatoes.
"If you say so, Gourry-sama." Sylphiel whispered, walking to the small storage shed in the far corner of the storage shed.
"Sylphiel!" Lina called out from the kitchen, "What's taking you so long!"
"I'm coming, Lina-san!" Sylphiel called from the kitchen, as she picked up a bag of flour and lugged it into the kitchen.
"Finally, I was waiting," Lina said, digging into the flour and pouring some into the bowl in front of her.
"Lina-san, why are you so mean to Gourry?" Sylphiel said, suddenly exploding at Lina.
Lina almost shrunk, "Um...because he's a dimwit?" She said meekly.
"No! You're always insulting him! He's just a bit slow! You're insensitive to his needs!" Sylphiel glared at Lina, her eyes flaming.
"Well, he doesn't seem to mind! He knows I don't mean it," Lina replied.
Sylphiel just shook her head, "Lina, will you light the fire? The dough is ready for cooking."
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"Thank you for your purchase!" Filia called out as a tall looking man left her store, carrying an antique vase.
"We're raking up the cash, boss." Jiras piped up from behind a counter.
"Yes. People have finally realized the beauty of vases, and the power of maces!" Filia said, her eyes sparkling.
A boy, who looked no more than twelve, entered the store. He had unruly green hair that seemed to stick out at all angles. His eyes were an unnatural red, especially odd for a dragon, or a shinzoku. He was dressed in a truly bizarre outfit, which included a red tank top of sorts and what looked to be white slacks.
"Val! Where were you!" Filia shouted, a maternal aura surrounding her.
"Out," The boy said, shrugging.
"You were supposed to greet customers today! I had to get Jiras to come in and do it!" Filia shouted, polishing a vase on the front counter.
"I don't really mind, boss." Jiras said meekly, placing a sterling, stainless steel mace on a shelf near the front of the store.
"I thought today was my day off," Val said, his tone cool.
"Tomorrow was your day off, or it was until you decided to take today off. And you can forget about getting off early for a while too," Filia said, drumming her fingers on the front counter.
Val shrugged, "Fine. There's nothing interesting to do here, anyways."
"Well, we're taking a vacation to the New Lands in a short amount of time, and I'm sure they'll be something interesting to do there," Filia said, smiling curtly.
Val walked into the back room, which led into Filia and Val's house, a rather comfortable four-room, one-floor house. He slid into a chair and opened a book of magic runes.
Filia peaked her head into Val's room, and frowned, "Val, what's so interesting about those runes, anyways?"
Val shrugged, "I'm interested in my heritage."
"But, Val honey, those are ancient Mazoku runes from the era predating the War of Mazoku's fall," Filia's frown grew more intense.
"Exactly. My heritage." Val said tersely, before turning away.
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"Sae, I can't stay here forever."
A rather imposing teenage boy who looked fifteen stood in a courtyard, a tall girl who looked around twice his age in front of him, a sword in her hand.
"Why not? If you leave here, you'll just go back to raping and murdering and thieving, like all bandits do." The woman named Sae said, her faced twisted in anger.
"I don't rape." He said, with slight indignity.
"Oh, who cares! You're a horrible person anyways! I don't know why I even let you stay with me!" Sae cried, pointing her sword in the direction of the gates.
"Maybe it's because we share blood, Sae," The boy said, his eyes cast downwards.
"Zan, leave. Now," Sae said firmly, her eyes cold like steel.
Zan lifted his head and smirked, "Look how I've manipulated you. Five minutes ago, you said you wanted to keep me here at all costs."
"I've got to realize that you're not my brother anymore, Zan," The woman growled at her brother, "And I've finally realized it. Get out of my sight."
Zan walked towards the gate, not saying a word.
Sae turned towards the large house that stood in the middle of the courtyard, her eyes brimming with tears.
Zan opened the gate, where several men where waiting outside.
"You finally leaving, Zan?" A tall man with a long beard said, his eyes narrowed.
"Yes, Gartin. We can make our way up north tonight," Zan said, his expression dull and his tone emotionless.
"Say, boss, can we...you know..."meet" your sister." One of the men said.
Zan rolled his eyes, "Very well. But remember: don't touch my brother, or I'll personally see that none of you will ever have children. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
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End
Now, to explain one thing: Valgaav/Val.
If this is two years after Try, how is he a big widdle boy? My reasoning: Dragons are a race of order and a race that loves it's rules. Children would seem rather useless to them. So I assume that the children stage passes quicker, and time slows when they reach maturity (Around fourteen or fifteen.) So I invented a fun formula. Two months = 1 year until they reach maturity. So Val is 12, and he'll turn 13 in around two months. Confusing, ne?
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Fine, I wanted Val to be in it. So I broke the rules a widdle bit. *sniffs* Leave me be.
^.^
Reviews would be great, thank you. ;)
Author's Note: This story isn't very good. It's a work-in-progress, and the part with Amelia reading the letters is especially crappy. I apologize profusely, but I must remind you that this is a work in progress, and some elements of it are going to blow. The pairings are nice and canon-filled, and thought here are not-so-important OCs, there will be no romance between them and canon characters. Just for fun, the pairings are: Lina/Gourry, Amelia/Zelgaidss, Sylphiel/Gourry (Because it makes me go..."Awwwww") and implied Lina/Zelgadiss, just for fun. So, have fun, and be nice when you review. But don't wimp out on me, I crave criticism.
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A slight man, partially obscured by shadows, stood on a platform, high above an anxious looking crowd. He was dressed in what looked to be a formal outfit. He raised his hands, and he spoke,
"Since humans have existed, we have been in the center of terrible conflicts. When L-Sama created us, she didn't create a species of warmongers! She created a passive, peaceful and above all, a neutral group. A species that wanted nothing else than to be left alone. But that was not to happen. The more powerful races, the "chosen" races, decided that we were a cancer! They corrupted our cities and tempted us with power! They continued to fight meaningless battles! They gave us magic and created a seeping void from which none of us can escape! My followers! I have a solution! I have the power to destroy this world! I have the power to wipe this world clean and start anew! Friends! We can achieve paradise!"
Silence answered his speech. A muted, shocked silence. The man lowered his hands, and stood there, not saying a word.
Then. there was applause. It was quiet at first, but it soon grew louder and stronger. Cheers came from the crowd, who were now on their feet and clapping with all their might. The man grinned and bowed, before exited the stage.
--
"Amelia, the post has arrived."
Amelia Wil Tesla Sailoon turned around from her desk and smiled. She knew that Lina would have sent her a letter, as she had promising to do so for quite some time. "Thank you, Kitara. Put it on my bedside table, if you will."
"Yes, miss."
Amelia stood up from her chair and walked over to the bedside table as the servant exited. She picked up the three letters and read them aloud,
"You are cordially invited to attend Miss Martina Zoana Mel Navratilova Zengulz Mortan Gabriev Shay and Mister Hallas Lyes this coming..." She said, throwing the letter away.
"Dear Amelia,
It's Lina! Hi! Sorry I haven't written for so long, it's just that Sylphiel is here, and we've been so busy. She's teaching me how to cook and doing girly stuff like that. She says I'll need it if I want to stay with her "Dearest Gourry". Grrr. Oh, but anyways, we'd love it if you could visit us. Gourry and I are in the process of planning our wedding and Zel's coming to visit us any day now, so..."
Amelia jumped up, letting the letter fall on the floor, "Yes! I, Amelia, will head off and visit my wonderful friends and Zelgadiss-san!"
Kitara opened the door, "Miss Amelia?"
Amelia blushed and sunk down to the floor, "Yes, Kitara?"
"Are you planning on leaving Sailoon?"
"Yes, I am. Why?" Amelia asked, her eyes widening.
"There has been some...problems in the royal court. Your Uncle Christopher and your Aunt Patine have been having some arguments regarding Prince Phillionel's decision to put you ahead of Patine's daughter, Rona, on the list of people who will ascend to the throne. And the argument resulted in...a....err...civil war."
"What?" Amelia said, standing up.
"Yes, it was the strangest thing. Lady Patine suddenly declared war on Christopher and your father and...err...it's being resolved as we speak, but Phil isn't letting anyone leave the palace for fear of assassination," Kitara said, blinking.
Amelia shook her head in disbelief, "Honestly. I live in the weirdest kingdom. Ceipheed save us all."
--
"Lina-san, you're doing it all wrong! You must gently sprinkle the spices on, not dump the entire contents of the jar!" Sylphiel chided as she and Lina stood in Lina's modest kitchen.
"Don't push me the wrong way, Sylphiel, especially when I have access to all these shiny, sharp knives," Lina growled, mixing some sort of a dough in a bowl.
Sylphiel giggled, "Okay, Lina. I'll go get some flour."
Lina shook her head, "She's hopeless."
Sylphiel made her way out of the kitchen and into Lina and Gourry's backyard, where Gourry stood, shredding potatoes with an ornamental dagger.
"Gourry-sama! Why are you out here shredding potatoes!" Sylphiel said, an eyebrow raised.
"There's not enough room in the kitchen, Sylphiel. Besides, it's nice out here." Gourry said, smiling brightly at the shrine maiden.
Sylphiel's smile faded, "Lina told you to come out here, didn't she."
Gourry shrugged, "I really don't mind."
Sylphiel clucked her tongue, "Honestly, she should treat you better. She's so lucky to have you, you know that?"
Gourry titled his head, "What do you mean?"
"Well, you're a great man, and Lina treats you like dirt. I know she loves you, but she could try showing it more," Sylphiel said, her lips curled in a slight frown.
"Aw, don't worry Sylphiel. Lina's good to me," Gourry said, going back to peeling potatoes.
"If you say so, Gourry-sama." Sylphiel whispered, walking to the small storage shed in the far corner of the storage shed.
"Sylphiel!" Lina called out from the kitchen, "What's taking you so long!"
"I'm coming, Lina-san!" Sylphiel called from the kitchen, as she picked up a bag of flour and lugged it into the kitchen.
"Finally, I was waiting," Lina said, digging into the flour and pouring some into the bowl in front of her.
"Lina-san, why are you so mean to Gourry?" Sylphiel said, suddenly exploding at Lina.
Lina almost shrunk, "Um...because he's a dimwit?" She said meekly.
"No! You're always insulting him! He's just a bit slow! You're insensitive to his needs!" Sylphiel glared at Lina, her eyes flaming.
"Well, he doesn't seem to mind! He knows I don't mean it," Lina replied.
Sylphiel just shook her head, "Lina, will you light the fire? The dough is ready for cooking."
--
"Thank you for your purchase!" Filia called out as a tall looking man left her store, carrying an antique vase.
"We're raking up the cash, boss." Jiras piped up from behind a counter.
"Yes. People have finally realized the beauty of vases, and the power of maces!" Filia said, her eyes sparkling.
A boy, who looked no more than twelve, entered the store. He had unruly green hair that seemed to stick out at all angles. His eyes were an unnatural red, especially odd for a dragon, or a shinzoku. He was dressed in a truly bizarre outfit, which included a red tank top of sorts and what looked to be white slacks.
"Val! Where were you!" Filia shouted, a maternal aura surrounding her.
"Out," The boy said, shrugging.
"You were supposed to greet customers today! I had to get Jiras to come in and do it!" Filia shouted, polishing a vase on the front counter.
"I don't really mind, boss." Jiras said meekly, placing a sterling, stainless steel mace on a shelf near the front of the store.
"I thought today was my day off," Val said, his tone cool.
"Tomorrow was your day off, or it was until you decided to take today off. And you can forget about getting off early for a while too," Filia said, drumming her fingers on the front counter.
Val shrugged, "Fine. There's nothing interesting to do here, anyways."
"Well, we're taking a vacation to the New Lands in a short amount of time, and I'm sure they'll be something interesting to do there," Filia said, smiling curtly.
Val walked into the back room, which led into Filia and Val's house, a rather comfortable four-room, one-floor house. He slid into a chair and opened a book of magic runes.
Filia peaked her head into Val's room, and frowned, "Val, what's so interesting about those runes, anyways?"
Val shrugged, "I'm interested in my heritage."
"But, Val honey, those are ancient Mazoku runes from the era predating the War of Mazoku's fall," Filia's frown grew more intense.
"Exactly. My heritage." Val said tersely, before turning away.
--
"Sae, I can't stay here forever."
A rather imposing teenage boy who looked fifteen stood in a courtyard, a tall girl who looked around twice his age in front of him, a sword in her hand.
"Why not? If you leave here, you'll just go back to raping and murdering and thieving, like all bandits do." The woman named Sae said, her faced twisted in anger.
"I don't rape." He said, with slight indignity.
"Oh, who cares! You're a horrible person anyways! I don't know why I even let you stay with me!" Sae cried, pointing her sword in the direction of the gates.
"Maybe it's because we share blood, Sae," The boy said, his eyes cast downwards.
"Zan, leave. Now," Sae said firmly, her eyes cold like steel.
Zan lifted his head and smirked, "Look how I've manipulated you. Five minutes ago, you said you wanted to keep me here at all costs."
"I've got to realize that you're not my brother anymore, Zan," The woman growled at her brother, "And I've finally realized it. Get out of my sight."
Zan walked towards the gate, not saying a word.
Sae turned towards the large house that stood in the middle of the courtyard, her eyes brimming with tears.
Zan opened the gate, where several men where waiting outside.
"You finally leaving, Zan?" A tall man with a long beard said, his eyes narrowed.
"Yes, Gartin. We can make our way up north tonight," Zan said, his expression dull and his tone emotionless.
"Say, boss, can we...you know..."meet" your sister." One of the men said.
Zan rolled his eyes, "Very well. But remember: don't touch my brother, or I'll personally see that none of you will ever have children. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
--
End
Now, to explain one thing: Valgaav/Val.
If this is two years after Try, how is he a big widdle boy? My reasoning: Dragons are a race of order and a race that loves it's rules. Children would seem rather useless to them. So I assume that the children stage passes quicker, and time slows when they reach maturity (Around fourteen or fifteen.) So I invented a fun formula. Two months = 1 year until they reach maturity. So Val is 12, and he'll turn 13 in around two months. Confusing, ne?
...
...
Fine, I wanted Val to be in it. So I broke the rules a widdle bit. *sniffs* Leave me be.
^.^
Reviews would be great, thank you. ;)