DISCLAIMER: I don't own Last Exile: Fam the Silver Wing. All characters belong to Range Murata. The following contents are purely Fanfiction and had been written for entertainment purposes only, without any intention of infringing upon any copyright.

Important A/N: I realize that Last Exile: Fam the Silver Wing is too new-ish for people to actually start making fandoms; I didn't find any LuscxLili fanfic when I googled it. So I thought it was about time to make something for this fandom, in hopes that other people will be inspired by my work to write more about this couple.

You should also know that I'd originally put up this story from another account of mine but unfortunately that account is in the process of being wiped clean. So this story is being posted again from this account and will be continued from here. I sincerely apologize for your inconvenience! Enjoy!


A Last Exile: Fam the Silver Wing Fanfiction

In Sweet Scene of Serene

Chapter I
Prologue


Startled, Liliana blinked and discovered that she had spaced out yet again. The knocks on the door were persistent. She turned from her spot by the window where she has been standing for the past few hours and walked at a graceful pace towards the door. Her eyes remained glued on the ground, following her own delicate footsteps.

As she passed the huge mirror reaching to the roof, she stopped; her eyes darting up to take a peek at the reflection. The importunate calls of the maid seemed to fade away as she found herself unable to look away from the sight.

A tall and lithe figure stared right back at her. The flowing golden hair was set in a traditional yet elegantly stylish twist. The front hair was parted from the middle and twisted into two loose buns from either side and tied to the back. The upper part of the hair puffed up in a way that it almost looked like a golden bow held in the middle by a miniature gold ornament and a Chinese fan-like headdress protruding from the back. The rest of the hair was let out to cascade down freely. A gold tiara perched on top of her head with two black horns like things on either side which elongated into two thin strips of transparent cloth that acted as the veil.

Liliana's eyes were drawn to the face; the sharp pale face embellished by make-up to hide any flaw, if there was any. On the slightly wide forehead was three purple lines proportioned exactly at the middle. The eye-brows appeared thinner than ever. The eye-lid was colored in a light shade of pink and the eye-lashes were darker and heavier than usual with all the mascara. Her lips were painted in a profound alluring red shade; it almost looked as if blood was pouring out of gnawed lips. However, it was the eyes that pierced though the mirror, the azure pools looking like the clear blue sky that emerged after a storm.

Instinctively Liliana took a step towards the mirror; this time the elegant pure white robes came into view, bordered by rich gold, red and purple embroidery the robes hugged her curves naturally.

Her trembling pale fingers shot forward to touch the mirror. For a moment she hesitated, doubtful whether she should touch it or not, fearing that the gorgeous illusion would vanish even at the lightest stroke.

Liliana kept her eyes glued on her fingers as they came in contact with the smooth, cold surface of the mirror and traced a swirling pattern on it before looking back up at the girl beyond the glass. No, it hadn't faded as she dreaded it would. Boldly she dragged her fingers up to where the cheeks were, imagining the soft and smooth texture of the skin.

She cracked open her eyes and realized that she was smiling faintly. Not quite understanding her own motives, she looked at the lady in the mirror uncertainly.

She stood there and watched as long line of black began to form down the girl's cheeks. Liliana blinked and snatched her hand away from the mirror as if her skin had been burnt. Hesitatingly, she brought her slightly shaking hand up to her own cheek, watching out of the corner of her eyes as the girl in the mirror did the very same.

She felt the hot tears cascading her cheeks and quickly wiped it off, careful not to smear it across her painted face. She glanced down at her fingers, they were indeed stained black. She expectantly looked up to the mirror hoping to see a smile of assurance on the deep painted lips; instead a similar look of anticipation stared back at her.

For a moment she felt the intense urge to strike down the mirror; maybe watching the pieces of glass tumbling down would make this cramping feeling that was building up in her chest go away.

Her eyes widened at the train of her thoughts and she immediately frowned at her destructive thoughts. Since when did she have such dangerous thoughts? Again, like many a times in the past few hours, her thoughts felt like a stranger's to her own ears.

She closed her eyes and breathed in and out for a long time. It was something that helped her relax. She struggled to collect her thoughts and calm her racing mind and at length she was able to lock much of the strange thoughts in the back of her head. But the void in her mind was much worse.

She clutched at her chest, feeling the thumps against her skin; it was strange and it wouldn't calm down. She tried again and again to breathe in and out in hopes that in time it would work, but in the end she gave up when her heart wouldn't stop beating against her chest just as erratically as it had been for the past couple of hours.

Sighing, she snapped open her eyes and looked back up into the mirror to meet her own gaze. There she was. She could barely recognize her own face... The reflection in the mirror was just as much of a stranger as her uncontrolled thoughts.

It was odd how just yesterday morning she had peered down at her own reflection without the faintest pulse to strike it down and instead a smile had adorned her lips in anticipation of the day that lay ahead... And now everything had reversed; now everything felt foreign, looked foreign!

Narrowing her eyes at the reflection, her eyes flashed and a look of feral rage crossed her face before she bought her hand down to strike. Cracks began to spread out over the surface like a web as it contracted on impact before beginning to shower down with a loud sound that echoed throughout the walls.

A strange sense of satisfaction rose through her at hearing the piercing sound and suddenly her heavy heart seemed a little lighter than before. She was panting slightly; her forehead was strewn with sweat. She looked down at the mess at her feet. The carpet was strewn with thousands of pieces of broken glass glittering up at her as the light shined down on them; it was like they were provoking her very soul. Thin ropes of blood were trickling down her right hand as they fell on the carpet, coloring it red.

Anger hit her out of the blue and she didn't even give it a good thought and just let her unstable mind take over. Gritting her teeth, she bended over and picked up a shard of the broken glass and looked it over, a piercing pain cutting deep within the muscles of her right arm.

Slowly she shifted the object to her left hand and dropped her injured arm to her side not wanting to incite further pain in it. With the tip of her fingers she tested its sharpness and was pleased to see the blood drawing out of her fingertips at the slightest touch; it would do.

She turned the shard over in her hand for some time, nicking her palm in the process, but the pain only lasted for a stinging instant and was nothing compared to the stabbing pain in her right arm. She bought the sharp object up to her eyes, watching the reflection of her maddened glazy eyes on it... It was truly fascinating how something as insignificant as it could cause such pain...

And just like it caused pain, it could also take away the very pain. A choked laugh escaped her throat. It was ironic.

Slowly she played with the shard for a few moments before stopping abruptly. Yes, the pain was growing very intense now; she couldn't even move her right arm. Licking her lips, her eyes flashed as she decided that it was finally time to take away the pain. She slowly raised the shard to her neck.

One swift movement was all it would take... Not liking the hesitation in herself, she cursed herself. Move, move, move, was all her mind screamed. She could hear the footsteps down the corridor running towards her. Steeling herself she brought her hand closer towards her throat...

The door was flung open violently, the force throwing her off her feet and the shard slipped from her hold. No!

The ferocious scream didn't make it past her lips as she jerked out of her trance with a jolt, her eyes rolling. Unconsciously, her hands clutched at her chest; her maddened heart bringing a sense of calm over her for the first time. Dizzily her hand went to the nape of her neck to feel something wet there, yet there was no pain.

"Hime-sama!"

Fahreen, her maid's, panic stricken cry seemed to come from every direction. She looked around frantically searching for the source of the voice. She tried to keep her eyes open but found it too difficult as a curtain of haziness fell over her orbs. Everything was a blur of colors. The voice calling out her name over and over again was muted out. Everything seemed to slow down; getting slower and slower by the moment.

'It will soon stop,' she promised to herself.

Someone tugged at her hand, and she immediately clutched on it for dear life, not caring who it belonged to. Someone...no, Fahreen, was telling her something but she couldn't hear it. She just looked at the maid blankly, her eyes wide and sharp.

Fahreen pulled her off the ground, and she found herself moving across the room with agility that she didn't think she possessed at the moment. Everything felt so light; she felt light like if she let go of the hand holding her she would just float away.

She didn't spare a glance backwards as she was led away from the mess and restored to the seat by the window; her favorite place, as Fahreen went out of her sight. The adrenaline pumping throughout her veins diminished just as suddenly as it had appeared, making her knees buckle.

The sight of the vast blue on the sky immediately brought a peace to her mind that no other could; it was a mechanism that had developed within her over the time. Slowly the feral look dissolved from her eyes as its natural shade of coolness seeped into them. Her movements were alarmingly numb as she tried to inch forward towards the window, longing to feel the open air against her face.

All thoughts flew out of her mind as soon as the light breeze caught her face, fanning out her light locks around her face. For the first time she felt all her troubles dissolve from within her heart; it was like the wind blew it as far away from her as it could. A faint smile touched her lips as she raised her eyes to the sky.

The sky was a clear blue, just the shade after a storm had blown over.

Finding her voice at last, she told the sky sadly, "I wish it all were a dream gone bad..."

She closed her eyes to the sky, wishing that she could close her eyes to everything else just as effortlessly. Absentlymindedly, she stroked the golden plate of the wing shaped tiara perched on her forehead, searching for a sense of comfort.

Tomorrow would bring her a whole new life; and it was a daunting sensation, the feeling of the unknown. It made her tighten her grip on the ornament unconsciously.

To be continued

A/N: Since this is like the FIRST LuscxLili fanfic to be put up on , I guess I shouldn't be expecting any reviews any time soon, ne? But if any of you out there are reading this, please leave a comment or two if you can. It is hard to write a story for a fandom that's not even there.