Before this… Chapter 1—Encounter
By: Kamll
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing at all except the storyline and the char Ally. None of the songs Ally sings. Not the candy bar PayDay. Not White Rose. Not Ciato (Pity, mwahaha) Not Ildon (I know who does…*cough-asurahime-cough*) ;)
Yes, I won't deny it: the prologue chapter sucked. It was short, badly spaced, etc etc. But I like to write fanfiction(and I looove getting reviews) so I'm gonna continue and show you all that this story can and will get much better! Well, read that ficcy! Oh, and as always RR! I cannot stress the importance of that enough. It means a lot to me. Thanx!
IMPORTANT!:When the story-Ally has a thought, it will be in italics e.g. "When is Kamll gonna shut up and get this fic goin?"
When the Ally who's telling the story says somethin, it'll be in bold. e.g. Kamll! Hurry up!
Grrr…I'm startin, geez…*goes off grumbling about pushy fictional characters*
White Rose slowly regained consciousness. She felt odd, light… Was it all a dream?
"Yay! Ya finally woke up!"
No, it wasn't a dream.
"Where are we?" White Rose asked, looking around in confusion. There was complete darkness around her, and as for Ally, there was no visible trace of her. The air felt different here, wherever here was. Lighter, fresher…
"Oh, before you get all worried or anything, we're in the Dark Labby. That still worries me, nevermind…Anyhows, physically, we're still there, but not spiritually-slash-mentally…Er, I dunno the exact specifications, but I believe we're in a sub-conscious state of mind. Did you know that all memories that anybody ever has, all happenings, all words that were ever said or ever heard are recorded in one's sub-consciousness? Ah, the stuff ya learn on the Sci Fi channel. Tee hee hee hee!"
White Rose, who had no idea what the Sci Fi channel was, decided to revise her question. "Where are you?"
"Oh, whoops! Completely forgot! Hold on just a sec…" There was a pause, and then a blinding flash of white light. Next instant, a beautifully furnished living room materialized from the complete darkness. White Rose gasped with a mixture of confusion and fascination at the strangeness of what was happening, blinking furiously as if to awaken from her earlier impression of a very twisted dream.
"That better?" White Rose spun around, startled by Ally, who materialized right behind her. "I woulda personally preferred a late 19th century décor finished with camel fur rugs, but I feel ya've had enough trauma without me addin more." She winked and leaned casually against the wall. "Lemme first explain a few things." She straightened up and reached into the air. "You're gonna see things just the way I did." The air shimmered as if it were a mirage. "You gonna hear every one of my thoughts, you're gonna feel all my emotions…" With a faint 'pop' Kupa reappeared. Ally caught it easily and gave it an experimental swing. Then she laid it flat and beckoned White Rose to her. "Check it out!" the arch-Princess bent over the heavy katana, 'checking it out,' as Ally put it.
"See these?" Ally pointed to thick cracks under Kupa's surface. "Broken clean into pieces. Pure crystal, shattered!"
"Did Lord Orlouge do that?"
Ally looked as if she was about to make some dangerous comment about Orlouge, but simply replied instead, "Well it sure as hell wasn't Ciato." She ran her hand over Kupa's scarred surface, feeling the scratches and cracks that littered the aquamarine surface. Her voice adopted a faraway tone, as if she was suddenly talking to somebody else, "…Broken so many times, yet always coming back…Strengthened, really. Forged stronger…But how much more can you take?…When you break, what's going to happen to you? You aren't going to last much longer…could you recover again?…" She stroked Kupa gently, her eyes unreadable. White Rose wasn't sure what to do, she had never seen Ally like this before. The young mystic had always been a little random in her speech and manner, and had found amusement in what the arch-Princess could hardly call funny She had even exploded into a fit of rage once. However, White Rose had never seen her. There was the same loss despair that she had noticed on her in the very beginning, and she realized that Ally's insanity wasn't the cause. It was the result.
Finally, at long last, she came out of her deep reverie with a start. She bounded up as if nothing had happened at all, causing White Rose to flinch with surprise. "Well, lets get this party started! This is what I call drama! Woohoo, hahaha!" She whipped up the pale blue blade in a swift arc, Intently focused . Mists of violet shrouded White Rose's vision, and when they cleared, she was no longer herself…
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"Tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights are faded, and that heaven is overrated?" Ally sang happily. Then, in her thoughts, "woohoo! Train forever!" It was dark out. Night in a world that had a difference between night and day. How strange it must be…
"Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar and then you missed me while you were looking for yourself out there?" Her voice echoed out across the vacant lots and off the sidewalk pavement. Her feet gave a rhythmic thwop thwop thwop as they crossed the wet concrete. It had been raining heavily, but it had stopped just a few hours ago. Ally was taking a night-walk, something she loved to do at any opportunity she could manage. White Rose knew this, but she had no idea how she knew it. It was an unsettling sensation.
"Aaah. Fresh rain air! Sweet!" Ally inhaled the rich air greedily, ending in a satisfied sigh. She switched songs on impulse, belting out "I want to get away, I wanna fly away!" As loudly as she could.
"I want to get away, I want to get away, I want to get awaaay YEAH!" Laughing, she broke into a slow jog. "I hope it rains again before I get back" White Rose was filled with a pounding surge of exhiliration she knew was Ally's.
The fun always runs right behind total disaster. It's just so uncanny, doncha think? White Rose heard an echo of the real Ally's narration
Suddenly, Ally jerked in surprise. She cocked her head to one side, listening hard. Tense seconds passed, and to White Rose's surprise, she drew out a thin blade no bigger then a dagger from a loose leather belt slung haphazardly around her waist. The moonlight illuminated it's surface, casting a silvery blue sheen to it's light sharp edge
Oh, that's the Kupa in case you couldn't tell.
"Who is it?" Ally growled in what she desperately hoped was a menacing voice. "I'm armed and I know how to use this thing!" An inhuman voice answered her. It was a voice of pure dark evil. It held undercurrents of indignation and arrogance. It froze the blood in her veins, and she almost dropped Kupa. "What the hell?! Somebody help me!"White Rose was struck by Ally's sudden explosive panic, and the realization that Kupa was only a foot long. An echo of memory, "eleven point three quarters of an inch" did nothing to help either. Ally's heartbeat was thumping heavily in her ears, and she struggled to draw breath. Adrenaline quite different from that of earlier seared through her. White Rose gasped at the power of Ally's emotions. They felt so real, yet so unlike her own.
"Shut up, insignificant brat!" A figure materialized on the star-dappled sidewalk. It was a man, dressed in a dark blue overcoat. His silver hair was slicked back, tied neatly in ribbons. His face was etched with cold fury and unmistakable bloodlust., and his eyes were furious crimson orbs that radiated hatred at Ally. He looked her over with disgust, and she looked back with an intense mixture of sheer terror, apprehension, and definite indignation. After a few minutes he spoke again, but quieter. Softer. No less frightening.
"Lord Orlouge will be pleased with you, useless and weak as you are." He leered maliciously.
"What?! Who's Orlouge? Who are you?! And who you callin' weak?!" Ally swung Kupa back and forth indignantly. She was confused: she had never had the urge to start a fight like this before. Usually, she kept Kupa for self-protection. Koorong wasn't the safest town to live in. Gangs and monsters of all sorts swarmed through it's dark alleys and sewers, the same sewers Ally could navigate with her eyes closed. Ally had never killed anything, not even a Xeno. She did have many close calls, countless harrowing escapes, but that was different. She didn't feel the desperation of escape. She felt the blood-boiling hatred of murder.
Ciato. Who else? I hated him from the beginning. Still do, come to think of it…
He sneered at her. Beads of sweat were breaking out on her face, but she glared back defiantly, swinging Kupa in short, sharp strokes. He wasn't gonna push her around , she was sure of it. He spoke again, his voice filled with mockery."You couldn't hurt me if you tried. Now come with me or I will enjoy slowly killing you."
"Pfft. Are you outta your mind? I aint scared of ya." This was an outright lie, Ally was terrified of the cloaked figure standing not five feet away from her. For a brief moment, White Rose's head was filled with sword-fighting techniques, doubtlessly memories of Ally's. "I gotta get outta here! He's gonnas kill me!!!"
Ciato's voice practically dripped with honey-sweet sarcasm, "Now look what you've done! You so insolently refused a direct command from a high-ranking mystic. I'm afraid I'll have to punish you most severely for this.Unless you may wish to plead forgiveness? Are you going to crawl on your hands and knees and beg for mercy?"
Two thoughts registered in her mind at the exact same time. This man was a mystic, a powerful one too. The realization of this sent an electrifying surge of fear through her, more intense than the ones before. White Rose was struggling to stay calm, but Ally's emotions were too strong to resist. "What have I started?" The second realization hit her much more forcefully. This mystic was going to try and torture her for no reason except that she was a human and she didn't want to be taken away from her home and family to wherever this Orlouge person was just to gain the general some extra prestige.This sent a leaden weight of hatred for the sadistic monster thudding to the pit of her stomach. She was taller then him and had a pure crystal knife, but he was a full-fledged mystic with mystic powers and no mercy. Plus, the moonlight wasn't very bright and she could barely see, whereas mystics had excellent nightvision. This placed her at a very bad disadvantage. "Aw MAN! What the hell kinda crap?!" There was nothing to do but stand and fight the best fight she could. Then, without warning, Ciato charged.
"AAAH!" the mystic general's sword slashed deeply into her shoulder. White Rose gasped, then breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't feel Ally's physical pain. Aleeta backed up dodged to the left, avoiding a second viscious swing. Then she charged. Ciato was taken aback by the force of the attack and barely brought his sword up in time to block the attack. Locking hilts, Ciato used his strength to force Ally backwards. She pivoted out of the way and stabbed blindly to the right. She was rewarded by a scream of agony and rage from Ciato. Out of impulse, as were most things Ally did, she dropped downward grabbed Ciato's cloak. Twisting it around his feet, she yanked up forcefully, causing the mystic to crash to the ground.She was at his throat in an instant, Kupa scant millimeters from him. In the same instant Ciato lodged his foot against her stomach and kicked hard. Ally crashed backwards, winded, and desperately tried to suck air back into her lungs. Then the cold swordpoint was at her throat instead.
" Oh shit!"Aleeta cursed mentally. With cold malice, Ciato traced the steel point tauntingly across her neck.
"Tell me, are you scared of me now? Are you regretting your stupid decision to fight me now that the steel of my sword can end your life at any moment that I desire? Are you filled with terror? I know you are. You, a human, went up against Lord Orlouge's general. Close your eyes now, the sight of your own filthy blood spurting from your neck may frighten you." Ciato forced her eyelids down.
"One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand…"
In desperation, Ally shoved Kupa under her assailant's blade arm and stabbed upwards, hoping, praying…
"Yes!" The little dagger connected to the hilt of the general's polished broadsword, knocking it out of his hands. She reached up and made a wild grab for it. Amazingly, she managed to grab it right on the hilt. Now with two swords, she wriggled out from Ciato's grasp and levered her right foot to push herself back into a standing position, feeling more confident now that she had two blades.…But something was wrong… Ally watched in awe as the general's mystic energy crackled and hissed . Then, in his sword hand, a blade of pure energy materialized with the acrid smell of melted plastic. He turned and smiled evilly, and Ally broke into nothing short of terrified hysterics.
"Damn! How many swords do you freakin' carry?!" Her next words were cut off as a current of mystic energy blasted from Ciato's sword , striking Ally a painful blow to the stomach. She collapsed to the ground a second time, clutching her stomach in anguish, as tears of pain welled up in her eyes. Ciato, bleeding and breathing in ragged gasps, looked down at her in disdain.
"I was simply going to dispose of you. However, I feel Lord Orlouge would be displeased if I let such a fierce fighter as yourself simply die as any other inferior human." He grimaced as he said this, as if he didn't want to believe it. But the next instant , he glowered cold hatred at the injured girl, and and his grimace turned to a sadistic smile again.
"But you've fought me and lost. You must learn to never challenge the mystic general of Lord Orlouge again. Here's your just punishments."His mystic sword crackled as it's energy built up to a fierce blast of pure energy .Ally instinctively crossd the two swords across her as if to offer some sort of protection, but the burning discharge of raw energy struck her just as hard.
"OH SHI-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The pain seared through Aleeta as she screamed and writhed on the damp pavement. She was racked with agonizing pain for several minutes as Ciato vengefully electrocuted her until finally, mercifully, she blacked out with Ciato's laughter ringing in her ears…Was it her imagination, or had the rain started…?
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White Roooooose? C'mon,
I'm unconscious but you're still awake.
"What? Oh…Where are we?"
We are in my subconscious's subconscious.
"What?!"
Hehehehe. I knew that would get you for a second. Er, where are we? Oh, we are currently on our way to Chateau Aiguille to have no end of fun and cause no end of trouble. Sound fun?
"What exactly is your idea of fun?"
Heh heh heh heh. Can't tell ya,
that'd ruin the whole suspense thing I've
got goin'. Tee hee, this is so much fun for me!…Up to a point, anyways.
White Rose was about to ask Ally what she meant, but she was cut off abruptly.
Oh, I think we're there now! Yeah, I'm waking up. Come on, just watch!
White Rose could tell the young mystic had skillfully warded off the question, but she said nothing of it. She did, however, note Ally's deep relief of the shifting of attention points.
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The first thing Ally noticed was that her head and ribs hurt horribly. Groaning painfully, she clutched her lower right ribcage, massaging it with slow deliberation. Her hand bumped against Kupa's hilt, and suddenly memories of the night before flooded through her throbbing head Her eyes flew open and she leaped up into a fighting stance, Kupa drawn. Immediately she wished she hadn't. Sharp pain seared through her head, blinding her eyes and she had to sit down again, trying desperately to halt the thumping ache that was her head.
"OUCH! Oooh, that hurts!!!" She got up again, more slowly this time. Her eyes blinked in the darkness, trying to adjust to the dim lighting of wherever she was. She felt faint and light-headed, probably a combination of hunger and exhaustion . That reminded her…Reaching into her pocket, she yanked out a PayDay bar. Ripping off the wrapper, she tore at it ravenously, litterring the polished floor with stray peanuts. After this, she felt a little better, although now she was keenly aware of her powerful thirst. Questions began to buzz through her mind, nearly overpowering White Rose with their intensity.
"Where
am I? Who was that general? How far from home am I? Are they gonna kill me?!
Her thoughts rushed in an emotional hurricane of anger, horrible fear, grief. One burning question surfaced, disappeaered, then resurfaced again until it became her primary concern, overshading all her other questions.
"Who is Lord Orlouge?"
Her eyes finally adjusted to the gloom around her. She just froze, slack-jawed in shock. It was a huge chamber, beautiful, but in a strangely foreboding sense. The ceiling arched high over her head. The windows were draped in fine silk curtains that fluttered in the slight breeze. The windows themselves were elegantly carved into the stonework of the chamber, barred with thick black iron rail. She longed to look closer, but she didn't dare touch anything. Sighing regretfully, she backed away and transferred her gaze to the rest of the room..
"This is
so wrong…Whoa!"
The sudden reaction of surprise was result of finally seeing the reason for the elegance of the dark haunting chamber. Ally noticed, for the first time, that a lustrous red-wine carpet was under her feet. White Rose heard a very faint "This is gonna be so bad if my shoes stain this." From the young human's mind while she traced her eyes towards the other end of the flowing material. Then she set her eyes upon the magnificent throne of the Charm Lord.
I was so glad he wasn't there when I first saw it, I think I woulda had some sort of heart attack. Aleeta noted matter-of-factly. White Rose flinched: she had almost forgotten Ally was there. She was entranced by Ally's fascination of the throne room's grandeur. She had been there so long she had forgotten how truly powerful it was to a fresh mind's eyes.
Ally's eyes took in the beautiful detail greedily. It was highly polished, seeming to glow in the moonlight. Wisps of gold were intricately embedded into the smooth surface of the throne. Was it ivory or wood or stone? She couldn't tell, but she did know that it was not the kind of throne used for any ordinary king or lord. It was so beautifully crafted, Ally felt like she could stare at it for hours, taking in all the luscious details… Suddenly, she was visciously fearful again. Lord Orlouge was obviously a very powerful mystic. What did mystics want with her?
"Mystics…yeah, I remember now! Mysytics take humans away from their homes when it's dark out and the humans are all alone …And then you're never heard from again?! Oh crap, I hope I heard that story wrong."
Ally whirled around, suddenly on some strange instinct, Kupa drawn in a split-second. All around the fringes of the carpeted entrance, she literally squeaked in shock. Four figures were materializing from thin air, simply appearing out of nowhere. She quickly recoiled from the throne and jerked backwards as though she had been caught doing something wrong, which she very well could have been. As the mystics solidified, each one glanced boredly at her, then looked a little more interested when they saw she was aggressively brandishing a knife. Slowly, she studied each one, her eyes neutral.
She first ran her eyes swiftly over a tall mystic with neon green hair that fell past his shoulders. He was clad in fine black silk, as well as shining silver armor. His eyes were dark as midnight, and she couldn't keep up looking into them. He had two large powerful black wings with glossy raven feathers. Beautiful wings…
Ildon, but you probably guessed that.
A mystic with fire-red hair, wearing thick leather . His eyes sparkled a vermillion intensity, almost glittering with anticipation, but more so, mischief. He had a slight cocky smirk to him, ,but it wasn't the overbearing superiority smile of Ciato. More of an amused grin. She would have loved to hear him say something, he looked like the wise-cracking type. They locked eyes, and even his eyes seemed to be laughing good-naturedly. Ally couldn't help it, she grinned slightly and quickly turned her eyes to the next mystic, feeling unaccountably stupid.
Zozma… White Rose detected a sigh in Ally's voice, but couldn't really tell if it was real or if she had imagined it…
Next was a mystic with curling green hair. Not the harsh neon of Ildon's but a soft sea-green tint. He was laced in black armor, a finely-polished sword hanging from a richly oiled belt. His eyes were a light sky-blue, unlike Zozma's or Ildon's. They were intelligent eyes, and Ally squirmed under the calm gaze.
Rastaban, of course.
Ciato was the last mystic. He stood just as tall and arrogantly as when she first saw him, except that his tunic was torn and bloody where she had stabbed him. Ally made no attemp to hide her pleasure and grinned happily at him. He scowled at her hatefully, but she turned her attention away. Distractedly, she drew an Ettin fang from her belt and honed Kupa to a deadly point, all the while carefully listening to the mystics' movements.
I'll admit to you, I wanted him to try and fight me again. I hate Ciato so much. The arch-Princess felt Aleeta's dark hatred towards Ciato as she spat his name. It scared her.
Then he appeared. Lord Orlouge. The Charm Lord, ruler of all mystics, be they confined within the dismal region of Facinaturu or not. He alone had the power to charm almost everybody to do his bidding, save the few who were immune to his spell. It took Ally a long time to notice him, and in truth she was completely oblivious of his presence until he spoke.
"Well, Ciato. Have you brought me another potential princess?" His voice was light and insinuating, yet at the same time powerfully captivating. She was stunned by the soothing and rich timbre of it, and, more out of confusion than anything else, she spun around to the source of the words that flowed silkily from the Charm Lord's lips. Then they were eye to eye.
Orlouge sat calmly upon the gaudy throne, an image of powerful mastery. His long satin cloak flapped softly in a nonexistent wind, as did his pale blue robes. His silvery hair flowed down the sides of his perfectly formed face, giving him a very impressive stature of complete and absolute control. His dark vermillion eyes radiated supremacy and command , and they burned into Ally's with a coldness like ice. She was just as affected by his aura of charm as was White Rose, and feeling the emotion again caused the arch-Princess a brief ache of pain. Aleeta was so incredibly transfixed by his charismatic charm that she gazed at him with nothing less than a horribly intense mixture of terrified adoration.
"What? Uh?…Oh no…oh gods…oh no no no…" Aleeta dropped Kupa. Simply dropped her blade for the first and last time in her life. It clattered noisily against the polished stonework, but she paid it no heed. Instead, Ally clamped her hands over her mouth to suppress her screams. She desperately wanted to drop her gaze from the piercing glare of the one called Lord Orlouge, but she simply couldn't force herself to look away from the enticing eyes of the mystic. White Rose gasped under the overpowering frenzy of her fear. It was almost too much for her to bear. For a wild second, Ally contemplated making a break for it, but she heard the heavy gates close with a heavy clang behind her, locking her within the suddenly stifling chamber
"Yes, my lord." Ciato responded arrogantly. Ally twitched. She had forgotten he was here. "She resisted my command, but I couldn't kill her, I felt she had too much use for you. However, I did have to discipline her so she learned to respect her betters."
Ally's trance was broken. She whirled around to face Ciato, glowering malignantly at him,Orlouge temporarily forgotten.White Rose winced slightly. Nobody she had ever met had dared turn their back on the Charm Lord.
Was I
being an impulsive moron? Oh yeah. But I'll blame Ciato, 'cause he made me do
it. 'Sides, it was pretty fun…
"You?! My better?! Get real, you aint my better! You couldn't even beat me in a fight without using magic!!! And you're a general?! This is so unbelieveable it aint even funny." Ally fluidly scooped up Kupa from the floor, bringing it up in a fighting stance. She was literally trembling with rage at the smug mystic. "I used to be afraid of you, but I'm not any more. Know why? 'Cause you aint worth my fear. Eat shit and die." Each of her words were slow and deliberate, coated with inhuman hatred. She was insulting his intellect as well.
"I will not fight you." Ciato sneered. " I will not lower myself to fight on the terms of a filthy human ."
"'Cause you know you'll lose? Hahaha, you are scared of me?! I don't believe it!"
Ally tightened her grip on Kupa's hilt. In a flash, Ciato's mystic sword was in his gloved hand. Orlouge said nothing, but watched with immense interest, as did Ildon, Zozma, and Rastaban.
Fightin' Ciato in Orlouge's own throne room. Now those were the party days!
The two circled each other, sword points flickering, waiting for the other's move. Normally, Ally would have waited for the charge, but she was enraged beyond words.She lunged forward, Kupa's deadly tip a blur of aquamarine. Ciato parried expertly and slashed in a swift downward swing, missing the determined young girl by millimeters as she jerked backwards from the questing swordpoint. Charging forward again, she swung Kupa in a wild series of erratic slashes. Ciato barely had time to block the viscious blows of the tiny crystal dagger. Their swords crossed, and Aleeta pressed forward hard, attempting to slice open Ciato's face. However, the general was too strong. He laughed triumphantly as his mystic sword raked her left cheek down to her jaw, causing her blood to flow down her face.
"Ow!" Ally retreated a step, ignoring the stinging pain Ciato had inflicted. He feinted to the right, then struck her side, drawing more blood. Painfully, she lunged at him. He tried to evade, but she used her free hand to grab him and hold him still. The disbelief of a filthy human touching him froze him with disgusted shock, and she took the opportunity to drive her sword up to its hilt in Ciato's shoulder.
"AAH! Damn you insolent brat!" He struck her a crushing blow with his mailed glove across her head, laying her flat on the ground. She was racked with a throbbing pain in her temples, and her side was stinging horribly, but she wasn't out yet. Swiftly, she rolled out of the way, just in time. If she had stayed a second longer, Ciato's sword would have slain her as it swung down in a ferocious slash of unbridled hatred. She struggled to stand up again, but Ciato kicked her viciously in the stomach, forcing her to fall back to the ground. She felt a painful pressure on her ribcage as Ciato pinned her down helplessly with his foot, and through tear-streaked eyes, she saw him raise the sword high above her head , aiming to kill. The lethal blade hissed down, intent on murder, and it clashed solidly with Kupa.
For a second, both Ally and Ciato were frozen with confusion, panting with exhaustion and bleeding heavily at the wounds they had incured upon each other. Finally, realization dawned on the two enemies. Out of pure reflex, Aleeta had swung her hands up to shield herself from the general's blade. She had been holding the Kupa at the time, and by the greatest of good luck, it had blocked the mystic sword's vicious slash. The pure crystal blade would have broken, had it been made of anything else. Sensing an advantage, Ciato pressed forward, using his superior strength to force his energy blade down. Ally's arms quivered as she desperately struggled to push Kupa against the other sword, but it was a losing battle.
"Is this how it ends? No! I haven't even got my driver's license yet!!!" Ally squeezed her eyes tightly shut, forcing her tired muscles to force Kupa to resist the inexorable strength of Ciato.
"Ciato.Stop."
Ally's eyes flew open in surprise. The command was spoken softly, but the force behind it was frightening. Ally had completely forgotten about him. Ciato hovered uncertainly. It was clear he wanted to slash downwards and murder her, despite the Charm Lord's command. His hatred was like a poison, he was going to kill her anyway. But another voice cut through the oppressive chamber. A high voice that rang clearly off the walls of the throne room.
"Ciato! The lord told you to stop. Get your sword off of her!"
Everybody in the hall except Ally stared in disbelief at the speaker. It was Zozma. He was glaring hatefully at Ciato, and Ciato glared back equally venomously. Slowly, he drew the blade off of the young human. In a flash, it dissipated back into his mystic energy stream. Ally collapsed in relief, breathing hard. Her heartbeat thudded in her ears loudly, and she was on the verge of unconsciousness.
"She is an impressive find, Ciato. You have done well, she will do for my eighth princess." Orlouge's voice was soft and sweet."When she awakens, she will be a mystic like us."
"Huh?"Ally struggled to stay awake. "Princess?..Uh…." She was rapidly slipping out of consciousness, but still fighting to stay coherent. "Sounds cool….Wings would be nice…Oh, nighty." She promptly passed out, slipping into fevered dreams.
To Be Continued
Well? I find it a major improvement. Do you? I apologize for the prologue, it was powered out in about 3 hours and wasn't even spell-checked. Why did I do it? I needed to motivate myself to write this story. I can't stand dreaming about it anymore! I need to get it out on paper to get it out of my head. Thank you for reading.Lots more coming! Ja ne!