I'm back ! Wanna write some little things on Idolfreed... While listening some music~
Disclaimer : Same things as always. Sound Horizon e Youkoso !~
Chapter 3 : ~The Rose of Sand~
A circulous sky. A vanishing vision. Rising hand toward it. To reach the crimson clouds. Maybe they are too far.
A bound hand. Chains. A disappearing breathing. A dark dank dungeon. Circulous. Stoned.
Frozen. Suffering. Pain. Fear.
A little rising hand. A little face. With a smile. In the darkness. Blond hair. Green eyes. Wide eyes. Black dress. Red shadows...
-Won't ...
Another smile. Struggling. Crying. Screaming. Laughing.
-I won't forgive th...
-HERR ERHENBERG !
-Wha...
Idolfreed opened his eyes instantly. From the darkness, a blinding sunbeam went from outside the carriage's door. The coachman was looking at him with a desperate face.
-Are you awake ? Can you hear me ? Herr...
-Okay, okay, what's going up ? I'm awake, fine...
He was more confused than anything. Six days were already pasted since his journey had started. Six days he didn't seen his little Clara. Six days he was sleeping so badly. With these strange events. He even didn't know what all that meant. But well, what else could he do ? Alone in a carriage, ten hours per day ? Nothing other than sleeping... But he was starting to think that he was more and more fearing sleep. Seeing such creepy things, it wasn't his purpose, and it was not what he liked to do anyway.
So, even if the coachman was just more and more carefull about him, he couldn't stand such attention. He was not a child anymore...
-There is a troop blocking the path... I don't really know who they are, so I'll try to speak with them calmly... If they are not planing to kill us...
-We are already in France ?
-For more than three days, Herr...
-Oh... I even didn't see the difference... It's what you call "living under the same sky", I guess... Anyway, I'll go in your place. I've never saw real frenchs, though I learnt a little bit of their language...
Idolfreed took his sword and put it on his belt. It was not like he was fearing an attack or such, but if by any way someone stool it, he just would break the thief's neck to death. He smiled while imagining this image. Without knowing why. Some sadistic impulses ?
When he went out the carriage, he saw a line of knights in armor, advancing frankly on the sandy road. Some people were riding horses, others were holding white flags with a huge crimson rose in the middle, as if it was blossoming for the victory of the warriors. A while after, they just stopped their trip and went through a field. They seemed to take a rest, as all the men set down the ground.
Ido, a little confused, said to his coachman :
-They don't look like they want to kill. They surely saw us, and they keep ignoring us... Stay near the carriage, I'll go meet them.
-Herr Erhenberg, it's not a good idea... They are french, we don't know what they'll be able to do to foreigners... And they have swords...
-I have a sword too, don't even think that I can be as coward as you. If they seem like they want to fight, I just suggest you to flee, it's not a problem. We all die in the end.
Ido was speaking coldly to the man. He was always complaining and afraid of everything. Just why did he accept to travel until Spain, so ?
Anyway, Ido tooched slowly his sword arm as he advanced forwards, where the soldiers were lying. Some of them, retiring their helmets, looked at him with questioning eyes. They were surely wondering who this strange man with strange clothes, strange blonde hair and strange green eyes was. To not seem like he was going to kill someone, he retired his hand from his sword and smiled pacificaly, kneeling down in front of a bunch of incredulous men.
-Bonjour, messieurs, enchanté de vous rencontrer. Je m'appelle Idolfreed Erhenberg… Mais vous pouvez m'appeler Ido.
Fortunaly, he knew some french thanks to his childhood classmates. He knew that he surely had a strange accent, but it didn't matter, as he could be understood well. The french soldier looked quite surprised by his knowledge, and just started smiling, reasured by the break of the language barrier, and surely feeling some kind of pride toward their own culture.
Ido began to speak with them, calmly, friendly, as he bent to sit near them. Far away, the coachman was caressing the horses, afraid and unmoved, like he had been composed of grey stone.
-And you, mon gars, just where are you going like that ? asked one of the soldiers with a peasan accent. It's not like you have the carriage of a german prince, geez !
The other laughed lowdly, and Ido kept smiling, accepting kindly the heavy humor of peasans.
-I'm heading to the South, to Spain, exactly. I'm searching for a proper job, as it's a time of crisis in Germany, for the moment. This one seems quite well paid, so... Even if it's so far away, it's not that bad to go travel. I've wanted to go on journey like that since my childhood, it's never too late.
The men looked quite impressed by his will. It was surely quite uncommon to go on trip like that, by this time of wars and crisis. And as their hemlets and armors were justifying, it was the same thing in France, right now.
-But, more seriously, what are you doing ? asked Ido. Is there problems in France ? What's happening ?
-Uh... It's that...
The oldest soldier took his beard and scratched it a little, before saying :
-There are some problem in the north, actually. People wants to struggle near Belgium... The defenders are not enough, they need help. We were called to join the Knight of the Rose army. General Alvarez asks for a meeting of every men that are able to hold a sword... So, here we are, coming from south France.
-Unluckely, continued a young man, most of us don't even know how to fight. We didn't have any military education. You can understand that we feel quite anguished about that. It's somewhat a relief that Reine Rose is one of the figure to follow and to trust in...
-Oui, went further another man, Rose Guine Avalon is a blessing of God. Too bad that we don't have such leaders here in France...
Ido didn't know at all about this Rose queen. Strangely, he was feeling as he was living in another world than these soldiers. Alvarez. Gefenbauer. Unknown figures that were erecting their authority among an unknown History. An unknown battle. Well, he was in France after all... He did know nothing about it...
Nevertheless, he felt bad for these guys. He did have military education, just before Clara's birth, and even worked in the army for a few years, when he was even still an adolescent. But even with this knowledge of the battle field, he had felt fear. Fear of killing. Fear of being killed. And just after a massacre, a huge and dark hole in the heart. So, what will this experiment convey to all these men that were going to a battle field that they've never met ? It was more a suicide than a war...
-If only that kind of things could not exist... he muttered
With a sigh, he got up and greeted the peasans with a gentle smile. The men were taking some food from their bags and were beginning a great lunch under the azur sky of autumn. Ido didn't want to bother them longer. They had to rest and to think about other things than the battles they would be forced to take part in.
But as he was returning to the carriage with a weight in the heart, he saw an old woman coming from the west of the path. She was walking slowly, her back arched, and a long shawl hiding her face. Only her nose was appearing from the shadows of this shawl, as she had the beak of a crown.
Ido looked at this strange old person, as if he was searching some hints of her identity or the fact of her lonely presence right here, while he was walking to join his coachman.
He thought that the grand-ma would continue her path without even notice his presence, as every old people do.
But as she arrived at his level, she suddenly stopped and took him by his left arm. Her fingers, as hooked as claws, were squeezing him as if she was trying to crush him...
-Time...
Ido retained a painful scream. He didn't expect that... Just as few seconds were lasting an eternity...
-This distorded era... Who will be laughing in ?
The young man frowned. Did he have to answer to that ? or...
-You will be the one who will cross the border, my boy... The time is distorded...
The claws released him. The old woman continued her path, turning her back to him... Leading to the east...
-Time is distorded...
Ido remained speechless. What the hell this senile woman spoke about ? Distorded time ? All that seemed distorded for the moment was surely her mind, if only she had one !
Being totally confused, all Ido wanted to do was to jump across the escaping grand-ma to cut off her head with his sword... Pretty bad image...
Trying to re-take his calm, he re-started to walk until the carriage, and adressed a few words to the coachman.
-Nothing the matter, said he, these soldiers didn't even want to be soldiers... Keep on trotting now, in order to arrive as soon as possible to Spain. I'm tired of all that...
-Ya, Herr... Don't fear sleeping, I'll ride as much as the horses can.
-"Don't fear sleeping"... Don't be ironical.
The coachman didn't try to answer back. He surely felt that it wasn't the moment to begin a quarrel. Ido was puffing of anger. Six days were already too long. He wanted to return to Germany. Wanted to see his Light... Just why did he begin this journey ? He was regretting is choice more and more. Every single minute... It was as a wound rubbed with salt. As a scratching on the chest.
-Stop that... Right now, silly guy... muttered he, as he took place in the carriage, and as the horses were resuming the journey.
Ido looked outside the little window, the mouth hidden behind his hand. The other grasping his sword. And tried to think about bright subjects... All he was doing was searching for a job. To feed his daughter. To discover new horizons. To pass through time. To see other kinds of lights.
Going from that, he thought about Clara.
About her smile.
About her laugh.
And sinking in his dreams, he imagined her laughing in a brillant era, where no anger, no darkness would be found...
Chapter quite strange and incomprehensible... Sorry for that, too much things I was thinking about while writing, and the final result looks quite "distorded". I didn't know how to link Märchen's peasans with Gefenbauer, just as Revo did with Buranko and Chronicle 2nd. But I truly wanted to do so, no matter what. I'll just try to re-write some little things if I can change some meanings. (After all, I feel like Rose Guine Avalon, Alvarez, Gefenbauer are characters that are situated in the non-existing-future of Idolfreed. It's even the non-existing-future of März, being dead when he does the revange of Buranko. But, all possibilities are allowed, when you have in mind that "time is distorded". In the borders of each countries, what if there were some distorded time, just as in the border of "life" and "death" in the well ? Uhuhuhu... I'm imagining things... Just to add some mysterious aspects in that fanfic~ Don't try to draw out too many details, I was just guided by my ID (lol)
It's funny how I'm listening to Akiko Shikata's music to write these stuffs... Well, when you have an album titled as "Navigatoria", thinking about Idolfreed Erhenberg, how can't you make some links ?~ Same things with Umineko no Naku koro ni - image album. Pure jewel is pure. Raka... Harmonia...
Hope you'll enjoy it, even if there are some incoherences...
PS : Bhee it was funny to put some french in that~ Actually the french that Ido says just mean "Hello my lords, please to meet you, my name is Idolfreed Erhenberg, but you can call me Ido"
