Broken for you
Bef Kage Aka-chi
Dedicated to Ashley: Because she loves the song so much and wouldn't stop her babbling about how sad it was, that's what gave me my inspiration so thanx ^.^
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowney (go people who do!), I don't' own swords (wish I had one though), I don't own Dilandau (no comment needed!!!), Chesta, Folken, Refina, Gatti, Guimel, Dalet, and any other characters for Escaflowney, I also don't own: sheep, muffins, wood, golf- carts, Gaea, Fire!, Japan, books, floating fortresses, royal smirks, death glares, eternity, Melefs (would be cool if I did tough!), hell, mops, breakfast, or anything else you can think of with a copy right! ^.^ Well, half those things had nothing to do with this chapter but what the hay! I also don't own my sanity so that may explain some things! ENJOY!!! (The author would like to state that she dose not own hay, thank-you.)
Authors note: Refina is a character from the video game, and I didn't make her up and this takes place before the series! ^^ so that's bout it! Thank you for starting to read!
1 Chapter one
It had been a long time since they had met. Seemed like an eternity, but it wasn't when you thought about it. What was really an eternity was the time that they had been together. Since they were six they had been inseparable, their names had been like one word; where there was one the other had not been too far behind, when one did something the other had a hand in it, and when one was upset the phrase 'never mind' was not in their vocabulary. They were the only ones who really knew each other, to the point where a look could mean a paragraph of words and second guessing each other was nothing except natural. But since they were separated, for the first time since they were six, they hadn't seen each other for months on end.
She had come back in a storm, bounding into the dorm and rushing to greet him, he wasn't there. Whatever, he was probably out in battle or something, or maybe he was training … didn't matter though, she wasn't going to wait for him anyway.
As she ran down the steps to the catwalk she was surprised to see how well she still remembered everything, if you didn't know where you were going the floating fortress could be like a labyrinth with its numerous hallways, doors, stair wells, and creepy strings of blue lights, and every turn looked the same.
… Then again maybe she didn't know the fortress as well as she thought. What she had supposed to be the hallway to the mess hall had lead her only to confusion. She open one of the numerous identical doors not knowing what to expect, hopeing she wouldn't be too embarrassed as she walked in on anything that was happening on the other side of the door.
'Excuse me, I'm sorry if I'm – Ah!' A mop fell on her, not the most expected circumstance but at least she hadn't drooped in on any important meetings, and at the least, Hah! the mops not wet! Take that! You overrated cleaning tool! She gave the mop a good kick and knocked over the bucket it had been placed in. That sparked idea, a very classic and mischievous idea. The thought of this idea brought a royal smirk to her face as she envisioned the perfect greeting to Dilandau.
He was always the first to enter a room, he had always been the first to enter any room, she was counting on this. Lunch was over and Dilandau Albauto was in a particularly upbeat mood: They had gotten in a productive early training session, he had once again won the condensed cereal brick eating contest – though his mouth may have come out a bit dry. So he had taken the remaining half of Gatti's milk and that was partially taken care of. He was even looking forward to getting in more melef training before the next battle. He was never expecting it, he would never have expected it. Why, this was something Dilandau would have done to some of the Dragonslayers, nobody did this to him! The strikingly attractive albino had opened the door to the dragonslayers room to be greeted with a bucket of soapy water falling from above the door and splashing on his head drenching his hair and making him look like a wet cat.
'What the HELL!?' the beginning had started off as a slow growl but the last word was screamed as he flung back his soggy silver bangs and glared around the dormitory. He was about to attack whoever had the nerve to rig the childish prank. He was expecting to see one of his Dragon slayers (maybe they had gone around the back way behind him). He had not been prepared to face the shortest dragonslayer, also the only female in the group.
'Dilandau. YO!' she never bothered with that –sama stuff the others had to go through, and frankly if she had Dilandau would have suspected something funny was going to happen to him. Maybe he should have guessed, she would have been the only one to dare pull a prank on him, but she had been gone for so many months he thought they would have told him. Refina was back, and all was right in the world.
For the first couple of seconds time seemed to stop, he couldn't believe it, again he would have never expected it, he was beyond being 'super super happy' and in an uncharacteristic expression of joy he ran forward to hug her. Almost all the dragon slayers raised an eyebrow, well those of them that could. ' ge' off me!' she was happy to see him but just because it was a big reunion nothing said there was a need for her to be soggy too. She smiled as she playfully pushed him off.
'Oh,' he was acting falsely offended, and even false offense was an intimidating thing coming from him 'so you can dump a bucket of soapy water on my head but you can't bear to be a bit damp too?' now he went out of character and raised an eyebrow witch made her giggle.
'Nap!' she squealed, his response was to shake his head doggy style and sprayed her with a wave of sudsy water. (maybe he got that from Jajuka?)
The slayers who had not met her before were confused about what to make of this, sixteenth slayer? Her armor is bright orange? What dose that mean? Dilandau-sama didn't seem angry at her or anything, besides that she was really pretty. Why had none of them had ever seen her before … 'Dilandau- sama, who is this?' someone was pushed forward to ask Dilandau the question on all of their minds
It was a good day so he didn't get slapped. 'This is Refina.' That was all that was needed. Refina was as well known as Dilandau, that they were inseparable was most prominent in his mind. She was as renowned for her swordsman ship as Dilandau was for being a genius with a guymelef. 'I didn't know that she was a Dragonslayer, where has she been.' This was pushing it but he might as well, the day was looking way up.
'I was on a secret mission.' Refina smirked at the impressed looks she had received from all of them and shook with laughter as they believed with accepting awe. She could barely contain her giggles, she must have been giddy or something. 'Gods! You bunch will believe anything wont you? I was out getting some thing or other for the sorcerers and it took forever. Some of that due to certain people causing difficulties in traveling.' They knew she meant Dilandau's habit of burning down things as he went, his philosophy was that as long as he could cause as much havoc as wished he was happy to get the dragon. 'So! What are we doing now?' So far she had started about every sentence with an exclamation, the ones who had been dragonslayers from the very founding of the project had spent somewhere around two or three years with her, they were just now remembering how energetic she was, about everything. The others eventually got bored with the conversation and scattered off to pursue their own amusements, leaving only the core group of Chesta, Gatti, Guimel, Dalet, and Biori.
'Now we have a rest period, we can do what we want. Unless you want to start training.' everyone looked up from whatever they had been doing with well-masked expressions of pleading no's, and exhaustion.
'Na,' she felt a deep rumbling in her stomach as it made a disturbingly audible growl 'guess missing out on breakfast has caught up on me.' She gave a sheepish smile.
'Gatti! Go to the kitchens and see if you can bring something back.'
'Yes, Dilandau-sama.' Gatti ran off into the hall, oddly enough going in the opposite direction Refina had gone to reach the Mess hall.
'Why did you miss breakfast?' Chesta had came forward and asked her.
'Oh, that,' another smile. 'Well, I went down about three different hallways at least twice before realizing I was totally lost, and then ended up going to a broom closet for directions.' Chesta and the others laughed.
'So you've already forgotten your way around?'
'All these stupid hallways look the same! You can barely see by those dumb blue lights, and I find it pretty sick when the mean person who designed this place decided to make the Officers headquarters look as … as any other door, taking into consideration that they are all the same, and the sadistic bastard is probably off somewhere nice and bright with name plates on the doors and pictures to help him on his way as he laughs at the poor disoriented people on the Vione.' She hadn't heard the door opening behind her.
'And that person would happen to be me.' The dry voice would only belong to Folken.
'Oops.' She turned around to face the towering Strategos. 'Sorry Folken, I never knew you designed the Vione! Gee, its really big, and complex, and its pure genius the way it stays afloat, like you know!'
'Yes, that is amazing. Also being it is called the 'floating fortress'
'Oh! But of course you would know that being the resident genius.' She flashed him a toothy simile witch was all but sincere.
'Enough with the empty flattery, I have come to see that you were settling in comfortably. Can I trust that you will be getting along without required supervision, though I had to come here since I couldn't find you during breakfast.'
'Gosh! Swear I should wear a sign that says 'I got lost on the Vione' .'
'Well, as long as your happy.' Folken gave her an awkward look and turned to hear Dilandau.
'Is there any news from general Adelphos?'
'Actually yes, he would like to give this to Refina as a reward for her special services to the Iron army.' Refina was wondering what the heck Adelphos could have gotten her when Folken held out the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, it must have been the blade made from heavens forge.
'Hu?' the only breathless slightly intelligent sound she could form. she wasn't able say anything else, though her eyebrows shot up about a foot as Folken reviled to her something from her dreams. 'there's no possible way.' She reached out for the new sword laying in his hand waiting for her 'black leather' she ran her fingers hungrily over the length of the sheath, tracing along the decorative ridges impressed in the night black cover. 'silver tipped fringes and covering' she almost yelped as her fingers ran onto the polished metal. She slowly moved her hand up to the hilt and circled it around felling the grip 'black steel, wire-wrapped hilt' she did yelp as she passed over the smooth surface of the jeweled top 'Eak! Pure polished emerald, I think I can see my face in the reflection its so smooth.' She held the sword up like it was a looking glass. 'I can.'
'Do you need a bucket for your drool?' Dilandau not exactly being helpful as he held up the bucket that had lain forgotten on the floor for some time.
'Shut up.' It was almost a whisper as she relished the thought of the gleaming white steel that must have made up the blade, or dare she believe it to be better? Slowly drawing out the time second by second, she heard the ringing of the blade slinking out of its beautiful sheath and shivers went up her spine. Her eyes must have glowed as she drew it she was so happy. Her voice was little more than an airy whisper when she took it out. 'blue tempered steel, Gods I think it must be illuminating its own light or something …' the sword truly was a lovely thing, it looked as if it had been made of ice and glittered like it too.
'What did you do to get a piece of work like that? And how much could it have been?' Dalet was looking as awed as Refina.
'No fucking idea.'
'Do not use such language, or you may have your new sword confiscated.' Folken was as pleased with the blade as any of the other spectators, if anyone deserved a blade like this it was Refina who could weld it best. 'Good-bye, I have business with the sorcerers and it can not wait, I hope you will put it to good use.' With that he left the dragonslayers to marvel at the deadly work of art.
'What are you going to name it?'
'Swords have to have names, or else they'll turn on you.'
'I don't know what I'm going to call it, maybe I should wait till its first battle or something symbolic like that.'
'No, it has to be within an hour of receiving it, that's what I always herd.'
'No, its after you first get blood on it.'
'Your getting that mixed up with the rule that if its given to you and you cant accept it then bleed on it you have to keep it, Biori.' Dilandau was looking over her shoulder.
'Oh, forgot that.'
'Go on, name it, and while you're thinking can I hold it?' she passed it over to Dilandau looking at it from a few feet off, it was overall a good sized weapon, long for her maybe but light and hard and she could tell it would sing when you sliced it through the air, maybe there would be a wave of blue as it passed.
'Glind-luhin.'
'What?' Dilandau tore his gaze from the sword.
'Gleaming blue: Glind-luhin.'
'What language is that?'
'I don't know, I think I read it somewhere, uh … 'Ancient languages of the whatevers of Gaea' ?' she shrugged.
'Good name.' He moved Glind-luhin up and down, testing its weight. 'This is pretty light.' he spun the sword a couple times, it sang.
'Give that back before you hurt yourself.' She held out her hand like a mother reprimanding her son for picking up a crayon and coloring on the walls. Refina took it back into its sheath.
'Hey, is a bagel and orange juice enough?' Gatti had come back from the kitchen excavation.
'Great! I thought I was gona have to have those horrible brick things!'
FIN!!!
Bef Kage Aka-chi
Dedicated to Ashley: Because she loves the song so much and wouldn't stop her babbling about how sad it was, that's what gave me my inspiration so thanx ^.^
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowney (go people who do!), I don't' own swords (wish I had one though), I don't own Dilandau (no comment needed!!!), Chesta, Folken, Refina, Gatti, Guimel, Dalet, and any other characters for Escaflowney, I also don't own: sheep, muffins, wood, golf- carts, Gaea, Fire!, Japan, books, floating fortresses, royal smirks, death glares, eternity, Melefs (would be cool if I did tough!), hell, mops, breakfast, or anything else you can think of with a copy right! ^.^ Well, half those things had nothing to do with this chapter but what the hay! I also don't own my sanity so that may explain some things! ENJOY!!! (The author would like to state that she dose not own hay, thank-you.)
Authors note: Refina is a character from the video game, and I didn't make her up and this takes place before the series! ^^ so that's bout it! Thank you for starting to read!
1 Chapter one
It had been a long time since they had met. Seemed like an eternity, but it wasn't when you thought about it. What was really an eternity was the time that they had been together. Since they were six they had been inseparable, their names had been like one word; where there was one the other had not been too far behind, when one did something the other had a hand in it, and when one was upset the phrase 'never mind' was not in their vocabulary. They were the only ones who really knew each other, to the point where a look could mean a paragraph of words and second guessing each other was nothing except natural. But since they were separated, for the first time since they were six, they hadn't seen each other for months on end.
She had come back in a storm, bounding into the dorm and rushing to greet him, he wasn't there. Whatever, he was probably out in battle or something, or maybe he was training … didn't matter though, she wasn't going to wait for him anyway.
As she ran down the steps to the catwalk she was surprised to see how well she still remembered everything, if you didn't know where you were going the floating fortress could be like a labyrinth with its numerous hallways, doors, stair wells, and creepy strings of blue lights, and every turn looked the same.
… Then again maybe she didn't know the fortress as well as she thought. What she had supposed to be the hallway to the mess hall had lead her only to confusion. She open one of the numerous identical doors not knowing what to expect, hopeing she wouldn't be too embarrassed as she walked in on anything that was happening on the other side of the door.
'Excuse me, I'm sorry if I'm – Ah!' A mop fell on her, not the most expected circumstance but at least she hadn't drooped in on any important meetings, and at the least, Hah! the mops not wet! Take that! You overrated cleaning tool! She gave the mop a good kick and knocked over the bucket it had been placed in. That sparked idea, a very classic and mischievous idea. The thought of this idea brought a royal smirk to her face as she envisioned the perfect greeting to Dilandau.
He was always the first to enter a room, he had always been the first to enter any room, she was counting on this. Lunch was over and Dilandau Albauto was in a particularly upbeat mood: They had gotten in a productive early training session, he had once again won the condensed cereal brick eating contest – though his mouth may have come out a bit dry. So he had taken the remaining half of Gatti's milk and that was partially taken care of. He was even looking forward to getting in more melef training before the next battle. He was never expecting it, he would never have expected it. Why, this was something Dilandau would have done to some of the Dragonslayers, nobody did this to him! The strikingly attractive albino had opened the door to the dragonslayers room to be greeted with a bucket of soapy water falling from above the door and splashing on his head drenching his hair and making him look like a wet cat.
'What the HELL!?' the beginning had started off as a slow growl but the last word was screamed as he flung back his soggy silver bangs and glared around the dormitory. He was about to attack whoever had the nerve to rig the childish prank. He was expecting to see one of his Dragon slayers (maybe they had gone around the back way behind him). He had not been prepared to face the shortest dragonslayer, also the only female in the group.
'Dilandau. YO!' she never bothered with that –sama stuff the others had to go through, and frankly if she had Dilandau would have suspected something funny was going to happen to him. Maybe he should have guessed, she would have been the only one to dare pull a prank on him, but she had been gone for so many months he thought they would have told him. Refina was back, and all was right in the world.
For the first couple of seconds time seemed to stop, he couldn't believe it, again he would have never expected it, he was beyond being 'super super happy' and in an uncharacteristic expression of joy he ran forward to hug her. Almost all the dragon slayers raised an eyebrow, well those of them that could. ' ge' off me!' she was happy to see him but just because it was a big reunion nothing said there was a need for her to be soggy too. She smiled as she playfully pushed him off.
'Oh,' he was acting falsely offended, and even false offense was an intimidating thing coming from him 'so you can dump a bucket of soapy water on my head but you can't bear to be a bit damp too?' now he went out of character and raised an eyebrow witch made her giggle.
'Nap!' she squealed, his response was to shake his head doggy style and sprayed her with a wave of sudsy water. (maybe he got that from Jajuka?)
The slayers who had not met her before were confused about what to make of this, sixteenth slayer? Her armor is bright orange? What dose that mean? Dilandau-sama didn't seem angry at her or anything, besides that she was really pretty. Why had none of them had ever seen her before … 'Dilandau- sama, who is this?' someone was pushed forward to ask Dilandau the question on all of their minds
It was a good day so he didn't get slapped. 'This is Refina.' That was all that was needed. Refina was as well known as Dilandau, that they were inseparable was most prominent in his mind. She was as renowned for her swordsman ship as Dilandau was for being a genius with a guymelef. 'I didn't know that she was a Dragonslayer, where has she been.' This was pushing it but he might as well, the day was looking way up.
'I was on a secret mission.' Refina smirked at the impressed looks she had received from all of them and shook with laughter as they believed with accepting awe. She could barely contain her giggles, she must have been giddy or something. 'Gods! You bunch will believe anything wont you? I was out getting some thing or other for the sorcerers and it took forever. Some of that due to certain people causing difficulties in traveling.' They knew she meant Dilandau's habit of burning down things as he went, his philosophy was that as long as he could cause as much havoc as wished he was happy to get the dragon. 'So! What are we doing now?' So far she had started about every sentence with an exclamation, the ones who had been dragonslayers from the very founding of the project had spent somewhere around two or three years with her, they were just now remembering how energetic she was, about everything. The others eventually got bored with the conversation and scattered off to pursue their own amusements, leaving only the core group of Chesta, Gatti, Guimel, Dalet, and Biori.
'Now we have a rest period, we can do what we want. Unless you want to start training.' everyone looked up from whatever they had been doing with well-masked expressions of pleading no's, and exhaustion.
'Na,' she felt a deep rumbling in her stomach as it made a disturbingly audible growl 'guess missing out on breakfast has caught up on me.' She gave a sheepish smile.
'Gatti! Go to the kitchens and see if you can bring something back.'
'Yes, Dilandau-sama.' Gatti ran off into the hall, oddly enough going in the opposite direction Refina had gone to reach the Mess hall.
'Why did you miss breakfast?' Chesta had came forward and asked her.
'Oh, that,' another smile. 'Well, I went down about three different hallways at least twice before realizing I was totally lost, and then ended up going to a broom closet for directions.' Chesta and the others laughed.
'So you've already forgotten your way around?'
'All these stupid hallways look the same! You can barely see by those dumb blue lights, and I find it pretty sick when the mean person who designed this place decided to make the Officers headquarters look as … as any other door, taking into consideration that they are all the same, and the sadistic bastard is probably off somewhere nice and bright with name plates on the doors and pictures to help him on his way as he laughs at the poor disoriented people on the Vione.' She hadn't heard the door opening behind her.
'And that person would happen to be me.' The dry voice would only belong to Folken.
'Oops.' She turned around to face the towering Strategos. 'Sorry Folken, I never knew you designed the Vione! Gee, its really big, and complex, and its pure genius the way it stays afloat, like you know!'
'Yes, that is amazing. Also being it is called the 'floating fortress'
'Oh! But of course you would know that being the resident genius.' She flashed him a toothy simile witch was all but sincere.
'Enough with the empty flattery, I have come to see that you were settling in comfortably. Can I trust that you will be getting along without required supervision, though I had to come here since I couldn't find you during breakfast.'
'Gosh! Swear I should wear a sign that says 'I got lost on the Vione' .'
'Well, as long as your happy.' Folken gave her an awkward look and turned to hear Dilandau.
'Is there any news from general Adelphos?'
'Actually yes, he would like to give this to Refina as a reward for her special services to the Iron army.' Refina was wondering what the heck Adelphos could have gotten her when Folken held out the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, it must have been the blade made from heavens forge.
'Hu?' the only breathless slightly intelligent sound she could form. she wasn't able say anything else, though her eyebrows shot up about a foot as Folken reviled to her something from her dreams. 'there's no possible way.' She reached out for the new sword laying in his hand waiting for her 'black leather' she ran her fingers hungrily over the length of the sheath, tracing along the decorative ridges impressed in the night black cover. 'silver tipped fringes and covering' she almost yelped as her fingers ran onto the polished metal. She slowly moved her hand up to the hilt and circled it around felling the grip 'black steel, wire-wrapped hilt' she did yelp as she passed over the smooth surface of the jeweled top 'Eak! Pure polished emerald, I think I can see my face in the reflection its so smooth.' She held the sword up like it was a looking glass. 'I can.'
'Do you need a bucket for your drool?' Dilandau not exactly being helpful as he held up the bucket that had lain forgotten on the floor for some time.
'Shut up.' It was almost a whisper as she relished the thought of the gleaming white steel that must have made up the blade, or dare she believe it to be better? Slowly drawing out the time second by second, she heard the ringing of the blade slinking out of its beautiful sheath and shivers went up her spine. Her eyes must have glowed as she drew it she was so happy. Her voice was little more than an airy whisper when she took it out. 'blue tempered steel, Gods I think it must be illuminating its own light or something …' the sword truly was a lovely thing, it looked as if it had been made of ice and glittered like it too.
'What did you do to get a piece of work like that? And how much could it have been?' Dalet was looking as awed as Refina.
'No fucking idea.'
'Do not use such language, or you may have your new sword confiscated.' Folken was as pleased with the blade as any of the other spectators, if anyone deserved a blade like this it was Refina who could weld it best. 'Good-bye, I have business with the sorcerers and it can not wait, I hope you will put it to good use.' With that he left the dragonslayers to marvel at the deadly work of art.
'What are you going to name it?'
'Swords have to have names, or else they'll turn on you.'
'I don't know what I'm going to call it, maybe I should wait till its first battle or something symbolic like that.'
'No, it has to be within an hour of receiving it, that's what I always herd.'
'No, its after you first get blood on it.'
'Your getting that mixed up with the rule that if its given to you and you cant accept it then bleed on it you have to keep it, Biori.' Dilandau was looking over her shoulder.
'Oh, forgot that.'
'Go on, name it, and while you're thinking can I hold it?' she passed it over to Dilandau looking at it from a few feet off, it was overall a good sized weapon, long for her maybe but light and hard and she could tell it would sing when you sliced it through the air, maybe there would be a wave of blue as it passed.
'Glind-luhin.'
'What?' Dilandau tore his gaze from the sword.
'Gleaming blue: Glind-luhin.'
'What language is that?'
'I don't know, I think I read it somewhere, uh … 'Ancient languages of the whatevers of Gaea' ?' she shrugged.
'Good name.' He moved Glind-luhin up and down, testing its weight. 'This is pretty light.' he spun the sword a couple times, it sang.
'Give that back before you hurt yourself.' She held out her hand like a mother reprimanding her son for picking up a crayon and coloring on the walls. Refina took it back into its sheath.
'Hey, is a bagel and orange juice enough?' Gatti had come back from the kitchen excavation.
'Great! I thought I was gona have to have those horrible brick things!'
FIN!!!