White Wings
Black Wings
By: Karen
Disclaimer: Do I have to say this? Ok, fine. I don't own Van or any other Escaflowne characters. There, u happy?
Black Wings
A prison I am trapped in
Away from all the world
Black Wings cover my sky
Black Wings keep me imprisoned
Black Wings fly away
Leaving me alone again
In this darkness
White Wings set me free
The prophetess predicts the new fate
Black Wings cover my sky
Black Wings will keep me imprisoned
Away from my light, hopes and dreams
I open the gateway
I summon the Dragon, the Dragon's Rider
Black Wings fly away
Fate is destroyed, the prophetess knows all
Black Wings, White Wings
A battle of light versus darkness
Black versus White
The light dims, I lose so much
A heavenly knight is sacrificed
What was hidden resurfaces
Black Wings fight
They lose, I have won
Then why do I feel like I lost?
Black Wings are never gone
They dominate my life, they have changed me
Black Wings cover my sky
Black Wings keep me imprisoned
Black Wings never leave, keeping me in darkness
That grows in my heart, waiting to be set free.
Prologue
The night is waning. I feel the moon on my back; it's too depressing to look outside. Voices surround me. The Dragonslayers. One walks past my door and stops. I hold my breath, tensing up. Please no, I thought, Dilandau- sama already punished me. No more.
He walks past my door. I let out my breath, relived that I wasn't beaten.
I sit quietly on my small cot in a dark room. It's very rough with only one blanket that Folken-sama had remembered to bring. Barely. Tears pour down my pale cheeks that were once fresh. I cry silently. I want to stop but can't. This has been too much. I hurt so much.
My cheek stings a lot. No surprise there since that slap had been full of Dilandau-sama's anger. It'll bruise for sure if it hasn't already. My stomach is aching. Not just from lack of food, but from when Dilandau- sama's boot had connected several times with my gut. I haven't eaten for almost two days. Folken-san may have forgotten but most likely Dilandau- sama is punishing me further. That or he just enjoys torturing me. He's so sick, I hate him.
My neck begins to itch. Without thinking I reach up to scratch it. The dried blood on my hands cracks a little and I feel pain in it. He had meant to slash me on the cheek, to mirror the scar given to him by Van Fanal. But my hand had come up to protect my face, so it had gotten slashed. Stupid. In the end, he had still slashed my cheek.
He'd failed to kill Van today, and had stayed in a dire mood. Picking on his poor Slayers. Most of them pitied me, I hadn't done anything. My powers that I still couldn't control had damned me. The others weren't so kind. They repeatedly frightened me and one soldier in particular, named Lavitz, had almost raped me.
Dilandau-sama was angry. He's so vain and took out his failure on me. As if I had done anything!
Van had scarred his face and when he'd come in, angry, ranting about how stupid I was and about Van I had done something extremely stupid. He was such a typical bad guy, and didn't take it well.
As he complained about how his 'beautiful' face was damaged, I unwittingly interrupted him with a dry: "Beautiful? Compared to what!? A freakin' cow?!"
Defiantly not the smartest thing in the world to say to him. He was so mad. I could tell by looking at his face, it was red and glittered cruelly, his eyes wild, promising punishment. I remember trembling.
He'd slapped me hard across my face in wrath, the impact throwing me backwards into my cot. Then he'd proceeded by giving my gut a series of painful kicks, bruising it more. Then, roughly, he moved swiftly and with his left hand grabbed my throat. He pushed me further into the cot, his weight holding me down. My arms helplessly stuck under my back. I'd struggled desperately. Then, with his right hand, he drew a knife, bringing it's blade up to my face. I'd screamed and as it came down to slash my cheek, and one hand, my right, finally pulled itself free. A second before it touched my face my hand protected it.
The knife bit cruelly into my hand and as it slashed down blood spurted down. I'd screamed in agony, holding back tears. While the blood dripped off my hand, he pinned me back down, his grip on my throat so tight I quit struggling and focused on breathing.
He'd slashed my cheek. Blood exploded out, sliding down my thin face. I screamed harder. He just sat back, still griping my throat, to admire his handiwork. All the while he'd been insulting me with hateful words he knew would make me cry.
And I'd believed every word he'd said. If I argued or fought back he'd hurt me more. When he'd seen me crying, his cruel expression twisted into a cold smirk and before he'd laughingly left the room gave my gut another hard kick for good measure. In my soft part, being a lady it hurt a lot. I doubled over in pain, my tears coming swifter.
Before he was out the door he turned and, taking the knife he'd cut me with, tossed it carelessly back. It whizzed past my torn cheek and landed in the wall. I knew better than to try and get it. I had long ago learned my lesson. Dilandau-sama is a cruel and efficient teacher.
He mocked me like this because he knew he could make me cry. He knew how afraid of him I was. He could make me cry and scream when he pleased- but I wouldn't beg. No matter how much I was tortured, a spark of my old defiance stayed and would not allow me to beg. This way I defied him silently.
I remember. I didn't realize I had been playing the encounter over and over in my head since he had left, staring at the knife. Its blade was still red from my blood.
The tears have stopped now. My eyes, usually an amber brown, are red from crying. I carefully open my backpack and pull out a small mirror. Once upon a time I was beautiful with vibrant amber brown eyes charged with fire with shining coppery hair with reddish highlights. Now my eyes are dull, the fire gone and my hair without sheen.
In the darkness I look out the small window of my room that has become my prison. A couple of small black birds fly by. Free. Like I used to be before I'd come to Gaea. Before the Dragonslayers had found me by Dornkirk- sama's order for my mysterious powers he predicted I had that would be used later. Before I'd been left in Folken-san's and Dilandau-sama's tender care. Folken-san often was too busy to look after me so I was left to Dilandau-sama's mercies. With was no mercy at all. A small dark room that I locked in at all times, few meals, only a small window, regular beatings, that was how he looked after me.
The bird's black wings sparkled faintly and make me think of death. The knife glistened. Suicide? I'd thought of it. Before I'd come to Gaea I'd planned to kill myself. Then Hitomi had disappeared. Hitomi was my only friend. My only source of light and strength in my life, which I considered terrible. Yes, I planned to kill myself, but only after seeing Hitomi. Before dieing, I wanted to see my friend smile, one more time. Then I would die happy. I won't kill myself before then. The knife stayed on the wall.
How long have I been here? It feels like weeks ago. I can't even remember what homeroom looked like. But it can't have been weeks. I want to end this pain, my memory won't focus. Too many bad memories from earth.
Well, I know I've been here a while. I think of Hitomi, and my head starts to ache. I feel fuzzy and can feel her. Hitomi! I cry. But the word won't form. I try again: "Hitomi!"
The vision begins to fade. I remember how I got into this mess. What triggered these memories? I don't understand any of this. I fall back into my cot, the impact hurting my back on its hard surface. Tomorrow I will see Dornkirk-sama. I don't know how I know. I just do. I tremble slightly. My last encounter out of this room was very painful. With these thoughts in mind, I slowly drift off into a troubled sleep, with dreams plagued with Dilandau-sama. I want to scream and run but he keeps finding me and laughing. I run, trying to find Hitomi, but can't get to the door she's behind. Can't escape this room.
And all through it all a pair of black wings cover the doorway, trapping me inside.
So!!! This is my 1st fic, so please be nice! Do u like it, hate it? I don't care, just please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! Flames r welcome! Anything is welcome!!!!!!!!! (Especially praise) ok, so please VOTE!!!!!!!! What do u want the pairings 2 be? I will take ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Black Wings
By: Karen
Disclaimer: Do I have to say this? Ok, fine. I don't own Van or any other Escaflowne characters. There, u happy?
Black Wings
A prison I am trapped in
Away from all the world
Black Wings cover my sky
Black Wings keep me imprisoned
Black Wings fly away
Leaving me alone again
In this darkness
White Wings set me free
The prophetess predicts the new fate
Black Wings cover my sky
Black Wings will keep me imprisoned
Away from my light, hopes and dreams
I open the gateway
I summon the Dragon, the Dragon's Rider
Black Wings fly away
Fate is destroyed, the prophetess knows all
Black Wings, White Wings
A battle of light versus darkness
Black versus White
The light dims, I lose so much
A heavenly knight is sacrificed
What was hidden resurfaces
Black Wings fight
They lose, I have won
Then why do I feel like I lost?
Black Wings are never gone
They dominate my life, they have changed me
Black Wings cover my sky
Black Wings keep me imprisoned
Black Wings never leave, keeping me in darkness
That grows in my heart, waiting to be set free.
Prologue
The night is waning. I feel the moon on my back; it's too depressing to look outside. Voices surround me. The Dragonslayers. One walks past my door and stops. I hold my breath, tensing up. Please no, I thought, Dilandau- sama already punished me. No more.
He walks past my door. I let out my breath, relived that I wasn't beaten.
I sit quietly on my small cot in a dark room. It's very rough with only one blanket that Folken-sama had remembered to bring. Barely. Tears pour down my pale cheeks that were once fresh. I cry silently. I want to stop but can't. This has been too much. I hurt so much.
My cheek stings a lot. No surprise there since that slap had been full of Dilandau-sama's anger. It'll bruise for sure if it hasn't already. My stomach is aching. Not just from lack of food, but from when Dilandau- sama's boot had connected several times with my gut. I haven't eaten for almost two days. Folken-san may have forgotten but most likely Dilandau- sama is punishing me further. That or he just enjoys torturing me. He's so sick, I hate him.
My neck begins to itch. Without thinking I reach up to scratch it. The dried blood on my hands cracks a little and I feel pain in it. He had meant to slash me on the cheek, to mirror the scar given to him by Van Fanal. But my hand had come up to protect my face, so it had gotten slashed. Stupid. In the end, he had still slashed my cheek.
He'd failed to kill Van today, and had stayed in a dire mood. Picking on his poor Slayers. Most of them pitied me, I hadn't done anything. My powers that I still couldn't control had damned me. The others weren't so kind. They repeatedly frightened me and one soldier in particular, named Lavitz, had almost raped me.
Dilandau-sama was angry. He's so vain and took out his failure on me. As if I had done anything!
Van had scarred his face and when he'd come in, angry, ranting about how stupid I was and about Van I had done something extremely stupid. He was such a typical bad guy, and didn't take it well.
As he complained about how his 'beautiful' face was damaged, I unwittingly interrupted him with a dry: "Beautiful? Compared to what!? A freakin' cow?!"
Defiantly not the smartest thing in the world to say to him. He was so mad. I could tell by looking at his face, it was red and glittered cruelly, his eyes wild, promising punishment. I remember trembling.
He'd slapped me hard across my face in wrath, the impact throwing me backwards into my cot. Then he'd proceeded by giving my gut a series of painful kicks, bruising it more. Then, roughly, he moved swiftly and with his left hand grabbed my throat. He pushed me further into the cot, his weight holding me down. My arms helplessly stuck under my back. I'd struggled desperately. Then, with his right hand, he drew a knife, bringing it's blade up to my face. I'd screamed and as it came down to slash my cheek, and one hand, my right, finally pulled itself free. A second before it touched my face my hand protected it.
The knife bit cruelly into my hand and as it slashed down blood spurted down. I'd screamed in agony, holding back tears. While the blood dripped off my hand, he pinned me back down, his grip on my throat so tight I quit struggling and focused on breathing.
He'd slashed my cheek. Blood exploded out, sliding down my thin face. I screamed harder. He just sat back, still griping my throat, to admire his handiwork. All the while he'd been insulting me with hateful words he knew would make me cry.
And I'd believed every word he'd said. If I argued or fought back he'd hurt me more. When he'd seen me crying, his cruel expression twisted into a cold smirk and before he'd laughingly left the room gave my gut another hard kick for good measure. In my soft part, being a lady it hurt a lot. I doubled over in pain, my tears coming swifter.
Before he was out the door he turned and, taking the knife he'd cut me with, tossed it carelessly back. It whizzed past my torn cheek and landed in the wall. I knew better than to try and get it. I had long ago learned my lesson. Dilandau-sama is a cruel and efficient teacher.
He mocked me like this because he knew he could make me cry. He knew how afraid of him I was. He could make me cry and scream when he pleased- but I wouldn't beg. No matter how much I was tortured, a spark of my old defiance stayed and would not allow me to beg. This way I defied him silently.
I remember. I didn't realize I had been playing the encounter over and over in my head since he had left, staring at the knife. Its blade was still red from my blood.
The tears have stopped now. My eyes, usually an amber brown, are red from crying. I carefully open my backpack and pull out a small mirror. Once upon a time I was beautiful with vibrant amber brown eyes charged with fire with shining coppery hair with reddish highlights. Now my eyes are dull, the fire gone and my hair without sheen.
In the darkness I look out the small window of my room that has become my prison. A couple of small black birds fly by. Free. Like I used to be before I'd come to Gaea. Before the Dragonslayers had found me by Dornkirk- sama's order for my mysterious powers he predicted I had that would be used later. Before I'd been left in Folken-san's and Dilandau-sama's tender care. Folken-san often was too busy to look after me so I was left to Dilandau-sama's mercies. With was no mercy at all. A small dark room that I locked in at all times, few meals, only a small window, regular beatings, that was how he looked after me.
The bird's black wings sparkled faintly and make me think of death. The knife glistened. Suicide? I'd thought of it. Before I'd come to Gaea I'd planned to kill myself. Then Hitomi had disappeared. Hitomi was my only friend. My only source of light and strength in my life, which I considered terrible. Yes, I planned to kill myself, but only after seeing Hitomi. Before dieing, I wanted to see my friend smile, one more time. Then I would die happy. I won't kill myself before then. The knife stayed on the wall.
How long have I been here? It feels like weeks ago. I can't even remember what homeroom looked like. But it can't have been weeks. I want to end this pain, my memory won't focus. Too many bad memories from earth.
Well, I know I've been here a while. I think of Hitomi, and my head starts to ache. I feel fuzzy and can feel her. Hitomi! I cry. But the word won't form. I try again: "Hitomi!"
The vision begins to fade. I remember how I got into this mess. What triggered these memories? I don't understand any of this. I fall back into my cot, the impact hurting my back on its hard surface. Tomorrow I will see Dornkirk-sama. I don't know how I know. I just do. I tremble slightly. My last encounter out of this room was very painful. With these thoughts in mind, I slowly drift off into a troubled sleep, with dreams plagued with Dilandau-sama. I want to scream and run but he keeps finding me and laughing. I run, trying to find Hitomi, but can't get to the door she's behind. Can't escape this room.
And all through it all a pair of black wings cover the doorway, trapping me inside.
So!!! This is my 1st fic, so please be nice! Do u like it, hate it? I don't care, just please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! Flames r welcome! Anything is welcome!!!!!!!!! (Especially praise) ok, so please VOTE!!!!!!!! What do u want the pairings 2 be? I will take ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!