Cruel Fates of Destiny, by Blue Dreamer Chapter 3(rewrite): Helpless
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Rewrite of chapter 3.. rewritten and retyped.. It seems the real chapter three had been replaced with chapter one.. oh so confusing.. so I'm typing it again. (7-23-02) retyped(11-11-02)
Disclaimer:: I don't own Escaflowne..::Sob::
The room was swirling in deep purples and mysterious ebony; dark colors. The floor was comprised of clear golden mist. Jendayi looked around the room warily, and glided to the object in the center of the room. The 'object' was a translucent globe. It seemed real and tangible, but when you touched it, it was nothingness. Just mist, like the room.
"Show me the future," Jendayi ordered, her clear cold voice echoing into the nothingness.
With a swift-sounding swoosh, the globe changed colors and showed her what was to come. Jendayi looked deep into the globe and gasped, horrified. 'No, this wasn't supposed to happen! Fixing fate is different from making it a bigger mess of what it is now!' she thought.
Jendayi buried her face in her hands. As she wept, silver tears fell from her cheeks and descended down to Earth. Jendayi watched, helpless, as the future unraveled itself before her eyes, and there was nothing in her power she could do to stop what was to come.
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Night had fallen. Damien sat comfortably on his couch, the dim light hardly enough to suffice. Brows furrowed in concentration, he began lightly sketching. Another picture from his dream with those two in it. It was of a schoolgirl holding hands with a boy, leaning casually against a big silverish white robot. They were so real that it was as if they were from his memory. He drew what was in his heart; what was in the depths of his soul. He drew what he saw in his dreams. He dreamed of angels and knights.. and the schoolgirl. So many dreams, so many thoughts; almost as if from memory.
His many sketches varied very differently.. yet all the same.. They were all the same characters, but in different places. His favorite was of a man with pure white wings holding the schoolgirl. Other works were breathtakingly beautiful; of the two lovers sitting together, watching the sunset. Damien was jelous of the two people, and wished he had what they had. He did feel that he once was loved like that, although not knowing why. The majestic reds and vivid oranges blended well with the oncoming night, and the ivory moon. It seemed as if he had been there once. Yet the eerie part was that beside the moon, was another large planet. A blue planet, that looked very much like Earth, almost exactly remembering it.
His dreams haunted him, even in day. One dream he repeatedly had for many nights was that of a dark haired beautiful angel. The angel had long flowing hair, and oddly colored wings; a seemingly soft, shining gold. Not as bright as gleaming gold, but more toned down, yet gold nonetheless. She would attempt to speak to him in his dream, but no sound would escape her lips. The angel would reach out to him , and he would wildly try ot reach her, but to no avail. A silver tear would drop from her light blue eyes, and then she would be gone, with the awakening of morning.
His store, now called "Dreams," was originally owned by a wealthy American, Mr. Klippet. Before that, it had been "The Gallery". Mr. Klippet had sold works of art from contemporary new artists in the U.S.. Damien had been an employee of his, tending to the store. He had been searching for a way to deal with his haunting dreams, and released his emotions into sketching. He started with sketching on napkins. His newly found talent was discovered by his employer. Mr. Klippet felt that Damien had "potential" in art, and encouraged him in every way he could. Mr. Klippet aged through the years, and before he died he bequeathed the store to Damien, whereas he set up the store with his own works.
Many good things, and bad, had happened to him within the past years. His own store was definitely a blessing.. but a few months back, the Andersons had left him.. Because of Mr. Anderson's job, he and his family had to relocate in California. The people who he had grown to love and grow with, had left him. No more James Arnold Anderson, whom he had grown to respect and admire as a father and friend, nor the woman he had grown to love and acknowledge as 'mother', Neelia. No more best friend, Jamie, almost a brother to him, even though they were almost two decades apart. They all had left. But they had left, as all must do, either in death or separation.
Never had Damien felt more alone in his grief the past months, trying to cope. They had touched his life so deeply, in being his 'family', that it was so hard to bear the separation between them. Now it was only Hitomi who kept him going day by day. How odd to know that one person that Damien had never met was the only one who kept him hanging on.
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Van was falling...........
As he fell thirty, forty, fifty feet, his wings broke forth, and he flew. He flew into the night sky and disappeared in and out of the clouds, laughing and enjoying himself. He passed the bright white dullness of the moon, soaring into the air. Free at last. Free from duty, responsibility.. free from everything.. at the moment. He hoped no one was watching, imagining the chaos. He imagined the looks on their faces, and smiled. After circling the air, he doubled back to the castle, and slowly alighted at the tallest tower in his castle, his little spot. These were the times when he allowed himself to think of Hitomi. The gods knew how many times he was always answering, "Hitomi," especially at very important council meetings. She had been on his mind every single day for eight years, every single waking moment, and he got in trouble many times before because of his incapability to pay attention anyplace.
Thinking of her made him feel strong and protective, and special, yet afraid and scared. She was constantly in his thoughts, and in his dreams. He never really reached her in his dreams. They would be together for a moment, by the pond, and then everything would shatter, and Van would be left alone, tears flooding his ruby eyes.
So sad and alone he was without her, her smile, her voice.. It was Hitomi he wanted to be with for the remainder of his life, yet that could never be. She was happy where she was, and probably never wished to come back to Gaia. Van reminisced over all the times they spent together, good and bad. If Hitomi hadn't been there, he would have been dead, and Zaibach had never would have been destroyed. All this he owed to her, and much more.. What hurt more was that he never told her thank you.. and that he loved her.. When she left that day, he felt his world cruble down. 'It's not fair. People who love each other should be together,' he thought. 'I love her! And yet I never got to tell her. And now she may never know. Gods, if I just had one more chance to tell her that I love her, then I would die happily, even if she doesn't love me.'
Van stood there, thinking of his lost love, even as the bright dawn arose, awakening the sleepy people of Fanelia. ~~~~~~~~~~
'It never is fair. My poor son.' Varie's spirit stood watching over him, and she left as the bright spots of morning came. ~~~~~~~~~~~
A little girl of seven was looking out the window, seeing a man with wings fly through the sky. 'It's an angel,' she thought. 'Maybe the angel will make me better. I must find him. Time is running out.'
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Hitomi was a little downhearted after Mr. Lee' s picking on her during class. The weather didn't help much to brighten her mood. It was slightly pouring, making Hitomi regret bringing an umbrella. "Well, now I can't run, which was my first choice on the list,' she thought gloomily. 'Might as well head for some food and shelter.. and shopping.' She added as an afterthought.
She headed to Yokohama, Japan. After eating a Big Mac, large fries, with a slush, she began windowshopping.. and when the temptation was too much she entered each store, looking for nothing in particular. After entering a few uninteresting stores, she entered a store she hadn't been to. "Dreams.. hmm." she said questioningly as she read the store name.
As she went in the store, she gasped as she saw the contents of the store. It contained so many pictures.. of her.. of Van.. and Allen, Merle, Millerna, Dilandau.. One picture seemed to stick out amongst the others. It was a picture of her and Van embracing in the sky, his ivory wings shining.. And another, with Van and her holding hands in front of Escaflowne.. the pictures seemed so realistic, and they all looked so.. real. Hitomi got very teary-eyed, thinking she would never see them again, after this rude reawakening of herself. Memories flooded her mind. Hitomi suddenly got dizzy. 'How can this be? What is all this? How..?
'How did they know?' she thought.
"Who drew all of this?" She inquired, still looking at the paintings.
As she turned around, she was surprised, and shocked. Nothing in the world could prepare her for what was right in front of her.
What is all this? How..?
"Excuse me, may I help you?"
'How did they know?' she thought.
"Who drew all of this?" She inquired, still looking at the paintings.
As she turned around, she was surprised, and shocked. Nothing in the world could prepare her for what was right in front of her.
"Van..??" She whispered.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Rewrite of chapter 3.. rewritten and retyped.. It seems the real chapter three had been replaced with chapter one.. oh so confusing.. so I'm typing it again. (7-23-02) retyped(11-11-02)
Disclaimer:: I don't own Escaflowne..::Sob::
The room was swirling in deep purples and mysterious ebony; dark colors. The floor was comprised of clear golden mist. Jendayi looked around the room warily, and glided to the object in the center of the room. The 'object' was a translucent globe. It seemed real and tangible, but when you touched it, it was nothingness. Just mist, like the room.
"Show me the future," Jendayi ordered, her clear cold voice echoing into the nothingness.
With a swift-sounding swoosh, the globe changed colors and showed her what was to come. Jendayi looked deep into the globe and gasped, horrified. 'No, this wasn't supposed to happen! Fixing fate is different from making it a bigger mess of what it is now!' she thought.
Jendayi buried her face in her hands. As she wept, silver tears fell from her cheeks and descended down to Earth. Jendayi watched, helpless, as the future unraveled itself before her eyes, and there was nothing in her power she could do to stop what was to come.
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Night had fallen. Damien sat comfortably on his couch, the dim light hardly enough to suffice. Brows furrowed in concentration, he began lightly sketching. Another picture from his dream with those two in it. It was of a schoolgirl holding hands with a boy, leaning casually against a big silverish white robot. They were so real that it was as if they were from his memory. He drew what was in his heart; what was in the depths of his soul. He drew what he saw in his dreams. He dreamed of angels and knights.. and the schoolgirl. So many dreams, so many thoughts; almost as if from memory.
His many sketches varied very differently.. yet all the same.. They were all the same characters, but in different places. His favorite was of a man with pure white wings holding the schoolgirl. Other works were breathtakingly beautiful; of the two lovers sitting together, watching the sunset. Damien was jelous of the two people, and wished he had what they had. He did feel that he once was loved like that, although not knowing why. The majestic reds and vivid oranges blended well with the oncoming night, and the ivory moon. It seemed as if he had been there once. Yet the eerie part was that beside the moon, was another large planet. A blue planet, that looked very much like Earth, almost exactly remembering it.
His dreams haunted him, even in day. One dream he repeatedly had for many nights was that of a dark haired beautiful angel. The angel had long flowing hair, and oddly colored wings; a seemingly soft, shining gold. Not as bright as gleaming gold, but more toned down, yet gold nonetheless. She would attempt to speak to him in his dream, but no sound would escape her lips. The angel would reach out to him , and he would wildly try ot reach her, but to no avail. A silver tear would drop from her light blue eyes, and then she would be gone, with the awakening of morning.
His store, now called "Dreams," was originally owned by a wealthy American, Mr. Klippet. Before that, it had been "The Gallery". Mr. Klippet had sold works of art from contemporary new artists in the U.S.. Damien had been an employee of his, tending to the store. He had been searching for a way to deal with his haunting dreams, and released his emotions into sketching. He started with sketching on napkins. His newly found talent was discovered by his employer. Mr. Klippet felt that Damien had "potential" in art, and encouraged him in every way he could. Mr. Klippet aged through the years, and before he died he bequeathed the store to Damien, whereas he set up the store with his own works.
Many good things, and bad, had happened to him within the past years. His own store was definitely a blessing.. but a few months back, the Andersons had left him.. Because of Mr. Anderson's job, he and his family had to relocate in California. The people who he had grown to love and grow with, had left him. No more James Arnold Anderson, whom he had grown to respect and admire as a father and friend, nor the woman he had grown to love and acknowledge as 'mother', Neelia. No more best friend, Jamie, almost a brother to him, even though they were almost two decades apart. They all had left. But they had left, as all must do, either in death or separation.
Never had Damien felt more alone in his grief the past months, trying to cope. They had touched his life so deeply, in being his 'family', that it was so hard to bear the separation between them. Now it was only Hitomi who kept him going day by day. How odd to know that one person that Damien had never met was the only one who kept him hanging on.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Van was falling...........
As he fell thirty, forty, fifty feet, his wings broke forth, and he flew. He flew into the night sky and disappeared in and out of the clouds, laughing and enjoying himself. He passed the bright white dullness of the moon, soaring into the air. Free at last. Free from duty, responsibility.. free from everything.. at the moment. He hoped no one was watching, imagining the chaos. He imagined the looks on their faces, and smiled. After circling the air, he doubled back to the castle, and slowly alighted at the tallest tower in his castle, his little spot. These were the times when he allowed himself to think of Hitomi. The gods knew how many times he was always answering, "Hitomi," especially at very important council meetings. She had been on his mind every single day for eight years, every single waking moment, and he got in trouble many times before because of his incapability to pay attention anyplace.
Thinking of her made him feel strong and protective, and special, yet afraid and scared. She was constantly in his thoughts, and in his dreams. He never really reached her in his dreams. They would be together for a moment, by the pond, and then everything would shatter, and Van would be left alone, tears flooding his ruby eyes.
So sad and alone he was without her, her smile, her voice.. It was Hitomi he wanted to be with for the remainder of his life, yet that could never be. She was happy where she was, and probably never wished to come back to Gaia. Van reminisced over all the times they spent together, good and bad. If Hitomi hadn't been there, he would have been dead, and Zaibach had never would have been destroyed. All this he owed to her, and much more.. What hurt more was that he never told her thank you.. and that he loved her.. When she left that day, he felt his world cruble down. 'It's not fair. People who love each other should be together,' he thought. 'I love her! And yet I never got to tell her. And now she may never know. Gods, if I just had one more chance to tell her that I love her, then I would die happily, even if she doesn't love me.'
Van stood there, thinking of his lost love, even as the bright dawn arose, awakening the sleepy people of Fanelia. ~~~~~~~~~~
'It never is fair. My poor son.' Varie's spirit stood watching over him, and she left as the bright spots of morning came. ~~~~~~~~~~~
A little girl of seven was looking out the window, seeing a man with wings fly through the sky. 'It's an angel,' she thought. 'Maybe the angel will make me better. I must find him. Time is running out.'
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Hitomi was a little downhearted after Mr. Lee' s picking on her during class. The weather didn't help much to brighten her mood. It was slightly pouring, making Hitomi regret bringing an umbrella. "Well, now I can't run, which was my first choice on the list,' she thought gloomily. 'Might as well head for some food and shelter.. and shopping.' She added as an afterthought.
She headed to Yokohama, Japan. After eating a Big Mac, large fries, with a slush, she began windowshopping.. and when the temptation was too much she entered each store, looking for nothing in particular. After entering a few uninteresting stores, she entered a store she hadn't been to. "Dreams.. hmm." she said questioningly as she read the store name.
As she went in the store, she gasped as she saw the contents of the store. It contained so many pictures.. of her.. of Van.. and Allen, Merle, Millerna, Dilandau.. One picture seemed to stick out amongst the others. It was a picture of her and Van embracing in the sky, his ivory wings shining.. And another, with Van and her holding hands in front of Escaflowne.. the pictures seemed so realistic, and they all looked so.. real. Hitomi got very teary-eyed, thinking she would never see them again, after this rude reawakening of herself. Memories flooded her mind. Hitomi suddenly got dizzy. 'How can this be? What is all this? How..?
'How did they know?' she thought.
"Who drew all of this?" She inquired, still looking at the paintings.
As she turned around, she was surprised, and shocked. Nothing in the world could prepare her for what was right in front of her.
What is all this? How..?
"Excuse me, may I help you?"
'How did they know?' she thought.
"Who drew all of this?" She inquired, still looking at the paintings.
As she turned around, she was surprised, and shocked. Nothing in the world could prepare her for what was right in front of her.
"Van..??" She whispered.