Note from the author: thank you all for your kind word of encouragement
that you all gave in your review. Sorry I hadn't made all the details
clear, but to be honest I hardly know myself where the story is going at
the moment!!
Ps. Escaflowne doesn't belong to me. I don't own it, ya di ya di ya.
The Dream
Her sleep was restless. Flashes, glimpses of unfamiliar memories invaded her sleep. Whispered words, a gentle touch, the distant echoes of laughter all tortured her as she struggled to clear the vision that stood before her in the black void that was her dream. Slowly the deep swirling mist began to thin, and behind it, the girl could just make out two figures, separate, but still, somehow bonded together. She stepped forward, trying to walk into the mist hoping that somehow if she did this then she would be able to hurry the slow process of revealing these lonely figures to her. They seemed to call out to her, pleading with her. The girl increased her pace, now running to the distant images. A small- strangled sob broke free in her desperation to find out the identities of the wavering apparitions. "Please!" she cried out in a horse shout, "tell me why you're here! Tell me what you want with me!" Beneath her, her legs gave way, and she stumbled forward, falling on her outstretched hands. She lay there motionless, sobbing quietly, her head bent in defeat. "Hitome." the girl stilled, her soft sobbing instantly ceased. Slowly she lifted her head in the direction of that soft gentle voice which had quietly called out her name. Quickly brushing away the tears that blurred her vision, Hitome stared into the mass of swirling grey mist, which seemed to cover her dream like a blanket. "Hitome, remember who you are.do not be defeated my child.remember." the voice began to fade, further it travelled from Hitome, back into the dark world in front of her. Hitome began to scramble hurriedly to her feet, panic began to replace her defeat, panic that came from the thought of never remembering, never knowing who she was. "Wait!" she cried into the thickening mist, "help me! What.how can I remember?" Her question was met by silence. "You cant leave me here like this! Please come back.NO!" She screamed into the black world around her. Her voice bounced against unseen walls as her angry plea echoed back to her. Hitome collapsed on her knees; her eyes glistening fire as her tears wet her cheeks. She stared into the nothingness that was her dream, he face emotionless, accustomed to the deep hurt and disappointment that she knew would eventually turn numb, praying for the moment to arrive sooner, desperate to rid herself of the cutting feeling of abandonment. "You left me." her whispered words lost in a sudden breeze, lifting her silky hair away from her tear stained face, she closed her eyes, raising her head to the heavens, finding a strange comfort from the cooling touch. When the soft kiss of the gentle wind passed, Hitome stayed in her awkward position, unwilling to return to the reality of her dream. As if a deep force compelled her, she warily opened her eyes again to the blackness around her. However, she knew, something had changed. A soft glow in the distance caught her attention. The bright silver shine pulsated steadily, throwing dancing shadows against her dark world. Unsure of what was ahead of her, Hitome silently crept towards the emanating light. Her short rapid breathes giving away the well-hidden fear masked behind her emotionless face. As she moved closer, the bright shine seemed to grow, engulfing the vast space around her, filling it with its awesome glare. Eventually she stood in front of the source of this overwhelming power. Shielding her eyes from the strength of the glow, she reached out with her free hand to take the single object. As her fingertips encountered the source, the silver light vanished, and again Hitome was alone in the darkness. The hand shading her eyes, dropped limply to her side as she stared at the object she had picked up. A feeling, deep and sure surfaced from Hitome's soul. So long had it been since she had felt it, it rocked her body to the core with its sheer power. A single tear trailed down her already grubby cheeks and she struggled to catch her breath as the incomprehensible emotions consumed her. Her eyes, widened in her shock and bewilderment, were still locked onto the faintly glowing white feather that she held loosely in her hand.
"Van..."
Ps. Escaflowne doesn't belong to me. I don't own it, ya di ya di ya.
The Dream
Her sleep was restless. Flashes, glimpses of unfamiliar memories invaded her sleep. Whispered words, a gentle touch, the distant echoes of laughter all tortured her as she struggled to clear the vision that stood before her in the black void that was her dream. Slowly the deep swirling mist began to thin, and behind it, the girl could just make out two figures, separate, but still, somehow bonded together. She stepped forward, trying to walk into the mist hoping that somehow if she did this then she would be able to hurry the slow process of revealing these lonely figures to her. They seemed to call out to her, pleading with her. The girl increased her pace, now running to the distant images. A small- strangled sob broke free in her desperation to find out the identities of the wavering apparitions. "Please!" she cried out in a horse shout, "tell me why you're here! Tell me what you want with me!" Beneath her, her legs gave way, and she stumbled forward, falling on her outstretched hands. She lay there motionless, sobbing quietly, her head bent in defeat. "Hitome." the girl stilled, her soft sobbing instantly ceased. Slowly she lifted her head in the direction of that soft gentle voice which had quietly called out her name. Quickly brushing away the tears that blurred her vision, Hitome stared into the mass of swirling grey mist, which seemed to cover her dream like a blanket. "Hitome, remember who you are.do not be defeated my child.remember." the voice began to fade, further it travelled from Hitome, back into the dark world in front of her. Hitome began to scramble hurriedly to her feet, panic began to replace her defeat, panic that came from the thought of never remembering, never knowing who she was. "Wait!" she cried into the thickening mist, "help me! What.how can I remember?" Her question was met by silence. "You cant leave me here like this! Please come back.NO!" She screamed into the black world around her. Her voice bounced against unseen walls as her angry plea echoed back to her. Hitome collapsed on her knees; her eyes glistening fire as her tears wet her cheeks. She stared into the nothingness that was her dream, he face emotionless, accustomed to the deep hurt and disappointment that she knew would eventually turn numb, praying for the moment to arrive sooner, desperate to rid herself of the cutting feeling of abandonment. "You left me." her whispered words lost in a sudden breeze, lifting her silky hair away from her tear stained face, she closed her eyes, raising her head to the heavens, finding a strange comfort from the cooling touch. When the soft kiss of the gentle wind passed, Hitome stayed in her awkward position, unwilling to return to the reality of her dream. As if a deep force compelled her, she warily opened her eyes again to the blackness around her. However, she knew, something had changed. A soft glow in the distance caught her attention. The bright silver shine pulsated steadily, throwing dancing shadows against her dark world. Unsure of what was ahead of her, Hitome silently crept towards the emanating light. Her short rapid breathes giving away the well-hidden fear masked behind her emotionless face. As she moved closer, the bright shine seemed to grow, engulfing the vast space around her, filling it with its awesome glare. Eventually she stood in front of the source of this overwhelming power. Shielding her eyes from the strength of the glow, she reached out with her free hand to take the single object. As her fingertips encountered the source, the silver light vanished, and again Hitome was alone in the darkness. The hand shading her eyes, dropped limply to her side as she stared at the object she had picked up. A feeling, deep and sure surfaced from Hitome's soul. So long had it been since she had felt it, it rocked her body to the core with its sheer power. A single tear trailed down her already grubby cheeks and she struggled to catch her breath as the incomprehensible emotions consumed her. Her eyes, widened in her shock and bewilderment, were still locked onto the faintly glowing white feather that she held loosely in her hand.
"Van..."