Chapter 1: Birthday Girl

Chapter 1: Birthday Girl

Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne, but I do the characters that I made up and other stuff!

I stopped in front of the shrine and looked around. All was quiet. I would have to be quick and fast before they woke up. I charged forward and felt my feet lift off the ground. Merle taught me how to leap high in the air since I was a little girl and along with the training my father had given me made me strong. A few feet away from the guymeleff, I stretched out my hands and held on with my dear life. I slowly bought my body up and moved one hand up the cloth until I had a firm grasp.

"Trina! What in the name are you doing up there?" hisses Folken. Folken le Solzar de Fanel was my sixteen year old brother. He had gotten my uncle Folken's features: the bluish-tint white hair and pink eyes. Folken also happened to spike his hair just like my uncle. I turned my head around.

"What does it look like I'm doing! I'm going to see what Escaflowne looks like and maybe try it out." I started up the guymeleff again.

"Trina, you know father will be mad at you. Why must you always do the craziest things!" Folken edged closer.

"Look, big brother. Everytime I mention anything to do with Escaflowne, father cuts me off so I want to see what it is like." I looked back again and resumed my climbing.

"You can't call on Escaflowne yet alone pilot Escaflowne without the dragenergist."

That voice belonged to my oldest brother Marcas le Sozleur de Fanel. He is seventeen and resembles my father the most. Of course, he is the heir to the throne.

"Doesn't matter, I just want to see what it looks like!" I snapped. I was tired of everyone telling me what to do. For heaven sake's it was my birthday. A loud voice boomed through the shrine.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The voice made me jump, freeing my hold on the guymeleff.

No way am I going to open my wings wearing my favourite shirt! I though to myself angrily.

"Trinity!!"

I felt my vision grow smaller and smaller around me. There was no way I could land without making hard contact on the floor.

"Oof!"

I looked up and saw Folken holding me in his arms. My mother and Marcas ran towards me. Folken put me down. I was waiting ever so patiently.

"Trinity le Slevara de Fanel! What gave you the idea to climb up there? Are you trying to give your mother a heart attack!"

My father looked outraged and I could tell he was trying to control his temper. Marcas stepped forward to say something, but I jumped in.

"Father, I'm turning 15 today. I think I deserve to know what happened when you were in Escaflowne. You snap at me and if Marcas and Folken know about it then I deserve an explanation."

I matched my stern glare with my father's. I suppose I inherited his stubbornness from him. My father, the King of Fanelia was in his early thirties. He was around 6 foot 2 as my brothers were 5 foot 11 and 5 foot 10. I was 5 foot 6. I was waiting for my father's reply when Merle rushed in.

"Lord Van, the council wants to know if you are.. am I interrupting something?"

Merle was my father's companion since he was a little boy. She's all grown up and pretty just like Naria. By the way Merle and Naria are cats. Naria was one of Uncle Folken's recruiters. She fought my father , but died to save Uncle Folken. That was the only information my father had given me.

"Merle, have you seen Alias?" I asked her sweetly.

"Huh? Oh, I saw him in the council chamber." Merle was sounding suspicious.

"Will you tell him I might be a little late for out trip to the city?" I asked politely.

"Of course, Trinity. Lord Van, I'll tell the council to give you a few more minutes." Merle said and left the shrine. I kissed my mother on the cheek, reassuring her I was all right and turned to leave.

"Trina," My father's voice stopped me. I slowly turned to face him.

"You better hurry or you will be late," my father commanded with a small smile. I kissed him on the cheek and left to get dresses.