Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne!
Okay, thanks for all of you who reviewed, you're so wonderful!
Word of the wise, this fic is rather short, although not as short as my first Esca fic! So expect brief chapters, but I try my best to make them meaningful!
Enjoy!
So his council members went on a search for a girl that fit the description of the king. They searched amongst the citizens of Fanelia, then went abroad, even going undercover into the countries of their enemies.
But it seemed to be in vain, until, five years later, they crossed into Zaibach, who was an enemy to everyone. Criminals and intruders were killed without questions, yet the search party risked it all for their king.
As they searched the streets, they passed a woman around Van's age yet looked younger because of her bright eyes and healthy complexion. The thing that struck them as odd was her clothes: a pure white tunic that was sleeveless with a blue trim, two pieces hanging at her knees from the back of her collar, bells hanging from the ends, and she was barefoot. She greeted them, unlike any who had crossed their path since they'd come into Zaibach.
"Hello! How are you on this fine day?"
The men looked around, then nodded to her. She blinked her large violet eyes and flicked her long black hair over her shoulder.
"It's rude not to greet someone with just as much fervor, sirs!" she continued, looking kind of put out.
The head of the party smiled and greeted, "I'm sorry, miss. It's just that here there aren't many who greet just anyone on the streets like you do. I feel a bit tired and frustrated, too."
"Why is that?"
"We're looking for a woman that could be unattainable."
"Could I help you with your search?"
"No, we need to go. It was nice talking with you, miss."
She nodded and as she passed, the men detected a scent they thought they would never smell. The image it gave…like a warm spring day at noon, golden sunshine pouring down on their faces.
"Sunshine…"
The woman stopped. "There doesn't seem to be much here, but many say I smell like it, although how can one smell of something that doesn't give off a scent?"
"Miss, could you perhaps give me your hand for a moment?"
She turned back around and held out her small, delicate hand. The man took it, kissing the back of it and another image came to him from the taste that lingered on his lips. A cold, crisp winter morning, the snow blowing in his face by a gentle wind.
He fell to his knees in front of her and bowed his head. "Miss, could you perhaps…come with us to the home of our master? We have a need of you."
"I've never left the capital before…but I believe that a kind stranger should be obliged in kind. So I accept your offer."
"What's your name, if I may be so bold as to ask, miss?"
"It's Yuki Amaterasu."
Now we meet my OC! For those of you hoping for VanxHitomi, so sorry! I rarely ever write a fic with the canon pairing!
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