A/N: Well, this takes place in Escaflowne movie land, and is all about
Celena, even though she never does appear in the movie. I don't know where
I came up with this, but I'm going to have her be sort of like Hitomi's
counterpart, the way I've always seen Van and Dilandau to be. I think this
will mostly focus on after the movie, but it will happen during and before
also. And yes, this will be a Celena/Dilandau. Oh and for anyone who's
curious, Celena means goddess of the moon ^._-
Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't own Escaflowne, or any of the characters, or anything else that involves the movie. Unbelievable I know.
~ Moonchild ~
Her story began in the forests, where anything could hide in the recesses of the trees, the canopies scattering shadows across its floor. These were the times before the great conflict, before the wars. Even then I remember, there was a hum in the air, a foreboding I did not like. The worst was to come, our world would be filled with the death and sadness. The blood thirst of those days to come would almost destroy the world. I felt this, even then, when things were peaceful to the innocent. The land shook and I knew Dashina was to be destroyed, as well as other settlements. This was its one fate, there were others, and I knew I could save my people. That's when I forged it, the stone. The skies guided my hands in its making, I spun it out of the dirt and weaved it together with tendrils of moon rays that dispersed around me in the late night. The moons glowed bright. Moisture and air and the dead were confined within the dirt, within the gem. It glowed and sparkled like the moon itself, and I knew this would save my people. They needed more than the moon stone though. The gem required a bearer. I was tempted to claim myself as the one to be our saviour, but it was not meant to be this way. I was to die for my people. I had seen it, and so I knew this would have to be, unchangeable and written in stone. I had to search for the bearer, a true moonchild. I would know when I found them.
And I did know. Deep in the forests near Dashina was where I found her. I remember the boy, holding her hand tightly in his, his knuckles white. His eyes were detached, a warrior's eyes. They were children, bruised and cut. Their blood smelt like that of wounded soldiers, a promise of hardship to come. They and their parents had been running away from a danger the children never understood. They entered the forest, but lost their parents to wolves. I had been wandering when I found them. The boy looked up at me with blue eyes. Such a desperate stare he had. That's when I sang to them, my song of enchantment. He collapsed from exhaustion, his frail form crumpled to the ground still clutching the girl's hand. But the girl, the girl stared up at me with sky eyes, wide and open, waiting. Her eyes truly shone. She was pale white, like a perfect glass doll ready to be broken. She was lost, but unafraid. She was the lost soul, and the saviour. She was my moonchild. Celena.
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Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't own Escaflowne, or any of the characters, or anything else that involves the movie. Unbelievable I know.
~ Moonchild ~
Her story began in the forests, where anything could hide in the recesses of the trees, the canopies scattering shadows across its floor. These were the times before the great conflict, before the wars. Even then I remember, there was a hum in the air, a foreboding I did not like. The worst was to come, our world would be filled with the death and sadness. The blood thirst of those days to come would almost destroy the world. I felt this, even then, when things were peaceful to the innocent. The land shook and I knew Dashina was to be destroyed, as well as other settlements. This was its one fate, there were others, and I knew I could save my people. That's when I forged it, the stone. The skies guided my hands in its making, I spun it out of the dirt and weaved it together with tendrils of moon rays that dispersed around me in the late night. The moons glowed bright. Moisture and air and the dead were confined within the dirt, within the gem. It glowed and sparkled like the moon itself, and I knew this would save my people. They needed more than the moon stone though. The gem required a bearer. I was tempted to claim myself as the one to be our saviour, but it was not meant to be this way. I was to die for my people. I had seen it, and so I knew this would have to be, unchangeable and written in stone. I had to search for the bearer, a true moonchild. I would know when I found them.
And I did know. Deep in the forests near Dashina was where I found her. I remember the boy, holding her hand tightly in his, his knuckles white. His eyes were detached, a warrior's eyes. They were children, bruised and cut. Their blood smelt like that of wounded soldiers, a promise of hardship to come. They and their parents had been running away from a danger the children never understood. They entered the forest, but lost their parents to wolves. I had been wandering when I found them. The boy looked up at me with blue eyes. Such a desperate stare he had. That's when I sang to them, my song of enchantment. He collapsed from exhaustion, his frail form crumpled to the ground still clutching the girl's hand. But the girl, the girl stared up at me with sky eyes, wide and open, waiting. Her eyes truly shone. She was pale white, like a perfect glass doll ready to be broken. She was lost, but unafraid. She was the lost soul, and the saviour. She was my moonchild. Celena.
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