STC-thanks for telling about those grammar things. I'm trying my best to
correct them
alicia- Thank you! You really think my story's gonna be great?
night_sting- hello Barbie IF THAT IS YOU! Why do you always want to keep
your identity from me? We've been friends for how many years! Oh yeah!
Thanks for the review!
Dilly's love(1)-I'm really sorry but I just had to stop. But don't worry!
This chapter's long to make up for the first time.
Geminidragon-Hey! Thanks for the suggestions! Those things gave me a
brilliant idea! Sorry but I'm not telling anyone what it is=)
Honypot-I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! But don't worry, I'm sure that by the
time you get back, there will be a lot of new chapters for you to read
Here's chapter three! It's a little long. I usually just write four pages per chapter but, once I started writing, I couldn't stop. It's seven pages! Anyway, enjoy!
A Blessing From The Sky
Disclaimer: I don't own escaflowne
Chapter 3: Fate Pulls People Together
Hitomi opened her green eyes and looked out the window once more. What she saw shocked her. There, she saw nothing but darkness. She looked at the other passengers to find out that they were also wondering why everything was so dark.
Suddenly, a flight attendant came out and told all of the passengers not to panic. Whispers were heard everywhere. Hitomi could feel the tension in the air growing thicker by the minute.
The passengers were afraid. Of course they would be. They didn't know what was to happen.
Suddenly, the feeling Hitomi had been trying to ignore had resurfaced and was more powerful now. She couldn't do anything about it anymore. She could feel goosebumps forming on her pale skin.
Her breathing became pants. Sweat started forming on her brow and her hands were shaking. No doubt about it now; something is going to happen. Something horrible.
She looked outside the window once more. What she saw there shocked her.
She saw the Earth hanging with its moon. She didn't have time to think because the plane started to descend real fast.
Oxygen masks came rushing down from the ceiling of the plane. The passengers put them on. The steward came out again to check if everyone had put the masks on. When she finished looking around, she seated herself on one of the vacant seats and put her mask on as well.
People started to cry. Some prayed that they would survive. Yet, everyone knew that this will be the last time they will be able to see the sun, if they could see it!
Hitomi looked around and for the first time, noticed the old woman sitting beside her. She had blue eyes and short white hair. She had a relaxed look on her face. She didn't seem frightened at all. She looked at the old woman's hand that was place on the arm of the chair.
It was shaking. Hitomi did the only thing she could do in this situation. She held the woman's shaking hand and squeezed it. The woman looked at her with her blue eyes that held a lot of experience.
"What is your name child?" "Hitomi. Hitomi Kanzaki." "Nice to meet you, my name is Mel Atelier." "Pleasure is all mine, Mel."
Mel smiled at the kind girl's response. She looked at her emerald eyes. They held such sadness. She couldn't determine if they were caused by something in the past or the fact that they were plummeting to their deaths but, there was something else she saw in her eyes.
She could see a lot of pain and suffering. She had been through a lot.
Those beautiful emerald eyes were proof enough for Mel to see that Hitomi is a very strong woman.
They both closed their eyes awaiting death. They failed to see the crimson pendant that Hitomi had been wearing emit a soft pink light covering both of them.
A man was looking at the beautiful blue sky. He had attractive blue eyes and long blonde hair. He was wearing a blue royal like coat that had white puffy sleeves. He was also wearing brown boots and dark blue pants. A sword lay on the left side of his hip.
That's when he saw it. A pillar of light came cascading down the soil. Something big went out of it. It was a white flying object. Black clouds were slowly engulfing it.
When the ominous cloud completely covered the object, it started to descend real fast.
Snapping out of his trance, he quickly ran back inside the palace. He went through the corridors and arrived in front of a huge double door. It was decorated with beautiful carvings and the paint job was marvelous.
The two guards standing on each side of the double doors recognized who the man was and immediately opened the doors for him. He hurriedly walked in and stopped at the center. He kneeled in front of the throne where a young man was seated.
"Rise, Allen Schezar, Knight Caeli."
Allen stood up from his position and looked at the young king. He wore a loose red shirt and tan pants with dark brown boots. He had unruly black hair and looked like he was in his twenties. All in all, he looked pretty simple. However, one small detail caught everyone's attention; his dark ruby colored eyes.
They were filled with all sorts of emotion. But there was something missing in them. No one really knew what. Only the beholder of those beautiful eyes knew what was missing.
He was about to say something about what he saw when a loud explosion was heard. The king rose up from his chair and ran towards the window. He looked outside and saw the site where the explosion occurred.
Allen came up behind him and saw the exact same thing. The king turned to Allen. His eyes revealed what he was going to say. Allen just nodded and explained what he saw while he was on the rooftop.
When he finished explaining, the king went out of the throne room and went straight to the stables with Allen running close behind him.
On their way out of the castle, Allen ordered some guards to go with them. They all raced out the city and straight to where the explosion took place.
They arrived at the explosion site and immediately began searching for survivors. The king was looking around the site when a soft pink light caught his attention. He cautiously went towards it.
What he saw surprised him. Two women lay on the ground unconscious. When he looked closer, they were clearly not of the same age. One had long sandy blonde hair. She looked about twenty or so. The other had short white hair and looked about seventy or more.
As if on signal, the pink light dimmed and disappeared. He kneeled beside the younger woman and felt for a pulse. His tense body relaxed when he felt her pulse. He looked at the older woman and also felt for her pulse. He smiled when he felt the old woman's heart beat.
The two of them seemed fine. No wounds were seen.
'Was it because of that pink light?' He thought.
He shook his head and called the attention of the guards.
The ride back to the palace was in silence. Allen and some of the guards were clearing the way for them while the other guards guarded the king and the two unconscious women.
The king, however, was lost in his own world. He kept thinking about that light. What was it? Did it protect the two women? Those were the questions that he failed to remove from his mind. No matter how hard he tried, they just came running back to him.
He looked at the woman with sandy blonde hair. This time, he got a really good look at her. She had curves in all the right places. And her face! Oh God! She was beautiful. She didn't need any makeup or anything with diamonds to show her incredible beauty.
He looked away embarrassed for his lustful thoughts.
He blinked and snapped out of his embarrassed state because he remembered that he was not alone. He had guards with him. He couldn't let them see their king blush. They might think that he was weak. Not that he was weak, mind you. In fact, he was the second best swordsman on the land.
He could still remember it, the time when he was training with his teacher, Balgus. He could still feel his aching muscles when they finished training for the day. He could still remember his words:
"Remember to always keep your guard up!"
"Don't act with out thinking."
"Always be conscious of your surroundings, it is very important."
"Never be intimidated by the enemy."
"Giving up is not an option!"
"You must stay alive in order to protect your loved ones."
His loved ones. He didn't have anyone to protect anymore, except for Merle but she could take care of herself.
He smiled at the thought. His little foster sister, all grown up and able to fend for herself. She didn't need his help anymore. She could take care of herself and if anybody decided to hurt her.
He shuddered at the thought. Poor villains. Merle would surly use them as a scratching post, and if that didn't work, she knew how to use the sword.
He sighed and thought back to when his mother was still alive. Her dark ruby eyes, her black long hair, her strong personality.he shook his head. He shouldn't think about the past. Yes, it was all in the past. All he could do was reminisce and continue on living. But a part of him always ached.
He was lonely. He needed a friend. Sure, Allen and Merle were always there but, somehow, they weren't enough to soothe his pain.
He needed someone to protect, to take care of, and to love.
Yes, he needed someone to love. Not the kind of love for a sister, more like a lifetime companion. He remembered what his advisors told him.
"You should marry my lord," one of the men in the room spoke. "Yes sire, all the other royals have heirs by your age," another one spoke. "How about that princess from Basram? She."
The king didn't hear the rest. He didn't want to. He wanted to marry out of love and not because of social statuses. So, he just closed his eyes and pretended to listen when in truth, he was thinking of a way to escape the palace at night.
Yup, he could still remember that. He could still remember on how he lost his footing while climbing down the balcony and fell hard on his bottom. But the pain was worth it. For you see, the reason he wanted to escape the palace that night was because there was a festival in his city and he wanted to see it as a commoner and not a royal.
The escape was going well until his little sister caught him when he was just about to go out the palace.
"Just where do you think your going your highness?" "Oh crap." "Hehehe.Don't worry dear brother, I understand. I won't tell anybody. I'll stay here and make up some excuse for your absence." "Thanks. You are the best sister I have ever had."
With that, he ran from the palace and went straight to where the festival was being held. Merle shook her head and went back inside the palace. Boys will be boys.
He was brought back to reality when Allen called him. He looked at the knight and urged his horse to move.
Good old Allen. He was always there when he needed him as a loyal knight or just a plain friend. He could always see when something was up with the young king and would try to get him to spar so that the young king would forget all his problems, even for just a little while.
Their first meeting, however, was not at all pleasant. The handsome knight had been ordered by the King of Asturia to protect the young king as proof of the alliance. Allen had not been too pleased with this because he will have to leave his little sister alone.
When he arrived at the young king's palace, he was immediately shown the throne room. He looked at the young king and immediately thought that he was just an amateur.
As if reading is thoughts, the young king's eyes flared with anger. He stood up from his comfortable throne and pointed his sword at Allen.
He was shocked and didn't know what to do but then he remembered the way people here showed that they wanted to fight. He looked at the young kings eyes and saw the anger in them. Unsheathing his sword, he moved into a fighting stance.
The king smiled and also moved into a fighting stance. They didn't move, each waiting for the other to make his move. The knight couldn't take it anymore and eventually made the first move.
He aimed for the king's throat but the king easily deflected his attack. Next, he aimed for the legs, but once more, the king blocked it.
This time, it was the king's turn to attack. He hit Allen's sword with multiple swings. Each swing becoming much more powerful than the last one. Allen knew this strategy; it was to make the opponents grip loosen because of the pressure being put on the sword.
Fortunately, he knew how to counter it. After one of the powerful swings, he urged his body to twirl and swing his sword in an attempt to stop the king's mad dance.
The young king smiled. He knew what the knight was about to do. Acting quickly, he waited for the sign of the swing of Allen's sword. A little light illuminated Allen's sword making it much more visible. The king spotted this swung his sword to hit with Allen's.
The next thing Allen knew was that the king had beaten him. "How?" Allen asked dumbfounded. "Look at your surroundings."
Allen looked around and saw that they were near the window. But he still didn't understand what that meant. He gave the king a questioning look.
The king smiled. Unlike every fighter, his sword style was different. Other fighters just look at their surroundings to assure them that there was enough space for them to attack.
He, on the other hand, uses his surroundings to his advantage. "The light from the sun made me see where your sword would be coming from. Remember that mad dance I did?" Allen nodded.
"I did that to take your concentration off your surroundings and to the way my sword was hitting yours. Did that answer your question?"
Allen smiled at the young king's talent. He certainly was not an amateur. Since that day, Allen held more respect for the king.
The rest of the ride went about in complete silence. They reached the palace without trouble. Allen ordered the guards to take the two women to the castle healer and watch over them.
Merle had been waiting on the castle roof for her brother to return. She spotted them entering the front gates. But there was something else she noticed. There were two women being carried by the guards and they were unconscious.
Who they were, she didn't know. But she felt that they would all be bounded by something strong in the future.
So, how was that? Um.I can't think of any continuation right about know so.ah.maybe Thursday again?
Here's chapter three! It's a little long. I usually just write four pages per chapter but, once I started writing, I couldn't stop. It's seven pages! Anyway, enjoy!
A Blessing From The Sky
Disclaimer: I don't own escaflowne
Chapter 3: Fate Pulls People Together
Hitomi opened her green eyes and looked out the window once more. What she saw shocked her. There, she saw nothing but darkness. She looked at the other passengers to find out that they were also wondering why everything was so dark.
Suddenly, a flight attendant came out and told all of the passengers not to panic. Whispers were heard everywhere. Hitomi could feel the tension in the air growing thicker by the minute.
The passengers were afraid. Of course they would be. They didn't know what was to happen.
Suddenly, the feeling Hitomi had been trying to ignore had resurfaced and was more powerful now. She couldn't do anything about it anymore. She could feel goosebumps forming on her pale skin.
Her breathing became pants. Sweat started forming on her brow and her hands were shaking. No doubt about it now; something is going to happen. Something horrible.
She looked outside the window once more. What she saw there shocked her.
She saw the Earth hanging with its moon. She didn't have time to think because the plane started to descend real fast.
Oxygen masks came rushing down from the ceiling of the plane. The passengers put them on. The steward came out again to check if everyone had put the masks on. When she finished looking around, she seated herself on one of the vacant seats and put her mask on as well.
People started to cry. Some prayed that they would survive. Yet, everyone knew that this will be the last time they will be able to see the sun, if they could see it!
Hitomi looked around and for the first time, noticed the old woman sitting beside her. She had blue eyes and short white hair. She had a relaxed look on her face. She didn't seem frightened at all. She looked at the old woman's hand that was place on the arm of the chair.
It was shaking. Hitomi did the only thing she could do in this situation. She held the woman's shaking hand and squeezed it. The woman looked at her with her blue eyes that held a lot of experience.
"What is your name child?" "Hitomi. Hitomi Kanzaki." "Nice to meet you, my name is Mel Atelier." "Pleasure is all mine, Mel."
Mel smiled at the kind girl's response. She looked at her emerald eyes. They held such sadness. She couldn't determine if they were caused by something in the past or the fact that they were plummeting to their deaths but, there was something else she saw in her eyes.
She could see a lot of pain and suffering. She had been through a lot.
Those beautiful emerald eyes were proof enough for Mel to see that Hitomi is a very strong woman.
They both closed their eyes awaiting death. They failed to see the crimson pendant that Hitomi had been wearing emit a soft pink light covering both of them.
A man was looking at the beautiful blue sky. He had attractive blue eyes and long blonde hair. He was wearing a blue royal like coat that had white puffy sleeves. He was also wearing brown boots and dark blue pants. A sword lay on the left side of his hip.
That's when he saw it. A pillar of light came cascading down the soil. Something big went out of it. It was a white flying object. Black clouds were slowly engulfing it.
When the ominous cloud completely covered the object, it started to descend real fast.
Snapping out of his trance, he quickly ran back inside the palace. He went through the corridors and arrived in front of a huge double door. It was decorated with beautiful carvings and the paint job was marvelous.
The two guards standing on each side of the double doors recognized who the man was and immediately opened the doors for him. He hurriedly walked in and stopped at the center. He kneeled in front of the throne where a young man was seated.
"Rise, Allen Schezar, Knight Caeli."
Allen stood up from his position and looked at the young king. He wore a loose red shirt and tan pants with dark brown boots. He had unruly black hair and looked like he was in his twenties. All in all, he looked pretty simple. However, one small detail caught everyone's attention; his dark ruby colored eyes.
They were filled with all sorts of emotion. But there was something missing in them. No one really knew what. Only the beholder of those beautiful eyes knew what was missing.
He was about to say something about what he saw when a loud explosion was heard. The king rose up from his chair and ran towards the window. He looked outside and saw the site where the explosion occurred.
Allen came up behind him and saw the exact same thing. The king turned to Allen. His eyes revealed what he was going to say. Allen just nodded and explained what he saw while he was on the rooftop.
When he finished explaining, the king went out of the throne room and went straight to the stables with Allen running close behind him.
On their way out of the castle, Allen ordered some guards to go with them. They all raced out the city and straight to where the explosion took place.
They arrived at the explosion site and immediately began searching for survivors. The king was looking around the site when a soft pink light caught his attention. He cautiously went towards it.
What he saw surprised him. Two women lay on the ground unconscious. When he looked closer, they were clearly not of the same age. One had long sandy blonde hair. She looked about twenty or so. The other had short white hair and looked about seventy or more.
As if on signal, the pink light dimmed and disappeared. He kneeled beside the younger woman and felt for a pulse. His tense body relaxed when he felt her pulse. He looked at the older woman and also felt for her pulse. He smiled when he felt the old woman's heart beat.
The two of them seemed fine. No wounds were seen.
'Was it because of that pink light?' He thought.
He shook his head and called the attention of the guards.
The ride back to the palace was in silence. Allen and some of the guards were clearing the way for them while the other guards guarded the king and the two unconscious women.
The king, however, was lost in his own world. He kept thinking about that light. What was it? Did it protect the two women? Those were the questions that he failed to remove from his mind. No matter how hard he tried, they just came running back to him.
He looked at the woman with sandy blonde hair. This time, he got a really good look at her. She had curves in all the right places. And her face! Oh God! She was beautiful. She didn't need any makeup or anything with diamonds to show her incredible beauty.
He looked away embarrassed for his lustful thoughts.
He blinked and snapped out of his embarrassed state because he remembered that he was not alone. He had guards with him. He couldn't let them see their king blush. They might think that he was weak. Not that he was weak, mind you. In fact, he was the second best swordsman on the land.
He could still remember it, the time when he was training with his teacher, Balgus. He could still feel his aching muscles when they finished training for the day. He could still remember his words:
"Remember to always keep your guard up!"
"Don't act with out thinking."
"Always be conscious of your surroundings, it is very important."
"Never be intimidated by the enemy."
"Giving up is not an option!"
"You must stay alive in order to protect your loved ones."
His loved ones. He didn't have anyone to protect anymore, except for Merle but she could take care of herself.
He smiled at the thought. His little foster sister, all grown up and able to fend for herself. She didn't need his help anymore. She could take care of herself and if anybody decided to hurt her.
He shuddered at the thought. Poor villains. Merle would surly use them as a scratching post, and if that didn't work, she knew how to use the sword.
He sighed and thought back to when his mother was still alive. Her dark ruby eyes, her black long hair, her strong personality.he shook his head. He shouldn't think about the past. Yes, it was all in the past. All he could do was reminisce and continue on living. But a part of him always ached.
He was lonely. He needed a friend. Sure, Allen and Merle were always there but, somehow, they weren't enough to soothe his pain.
He needed someone to protect, to take care of, and to love.
Yes, he needed someone to love. Not the kind of love for a sister, more like a lifetime companion. He remembered what his advisors told him.
"You should marry my lord," one of the men in the room spoke. "Yes sire, all the other royals have heirs by your age," another one spoke. "How about that princess from Basram? She."
The king didn't hear the rest. He didn't want to. He wanted to marry out of love and not because of social statuses. So, he just closed his eyes and pretended to listen when in truth, he was thinking of a way to escape the palace at night.
Yup, he could still remember that. He could still remember on how he lost his footing while climbing down the balcony and fell hard on his bottom. But the pain was worth it. For you see, the reason he wanted to escape the palace that night was because there was a festival in his city and he wanted to see it as a commoner and not a royal.
The escape was going well until his little sister caught him when he was just about to go out the palace.
"Just where do you think your going your highness?" "Oh crap." "Hehehe.Don't worry dear brother, I understand. I won't tell anybody. I'll stay here and make up some excuse for your absence." "Thanks. You are the best sister I have ever had."
With that, he ran from the palace and went straight to where the festival was being held. Merle shook her head and went back inside the palace. Boys will be boys.
He was brought back to reality when Allen called him. He looked at the knight and urged his horse to move.
Good old Allen. He was always there when he needed him as a loyal knight or just a plain friend. He could always see when something was up with the young king and would try to get him to spar so that the young king would forget all his problems, even for just a little while.
Their first meeting, however, was not at all pleasant. The handsome knight had been ordered by the King of Asturia to protect the young king as proof of the alliance. Allen had not been too pleased with this because he will have to leave his little sister alone.
When he arrived at the young king's palace, he was immediately shown the throne room. He looked at the young king and immediately thought that he was just an amateur.
As if reading is thoughts, the young king's eyes flared with anger. He stood up from his comfortable throne and pointed his sword at Allen.
He was shocked and didn't know what to do but then he remembered the way people here showed that they wanted to fight. He looked at the young kings eyes and saw the anger in them. Unsheathing his sword, he moved into a fighting stance.
The king smiled and also moved into a fighting stance. They didn't move, each waiting for the other to make his move. The knight couldn't take it anymore and eventually made the first move.
He aimed for the king's throat but the king easily deflected his attack. Next, he aimed for the legs, but once more, the king blocked it.
This time, it was the king's turn to attack. He hit Allen's sword with multiple swings. Each swing becoming much more powerful than the last one. Allen knew this strategy; it was to make the opponents grip loosen because of the pressure being put on the sword.
Fortunately, he knew how to counter it. After one of the powerful swings, he urged his body to twirl and swing his sword in an attempt to stop the king's mad dance.
The young king smiled. He knew what the knight was about to do. Acting quickly, he waited for the sign of the swing of Allen's sword. A little light illuminated Allen's sword making it much more visible. The king spotted this swung his sword to hit with Allen's.
The next thing Allen knew was that the king had beaten him. "How?" Allen asked dumbfounded. "Look at your surroundings."
Allen looked around and saw that they were near the window. But he still didn't understand what that meant. He gave the king a questioning look.
The king smiled. Unlike every fighter, his sword style was different. Other fighters just look at their surroundings to assure them that there was enough space for them to attack.
He, on the other hand, uses his surroundings to his advantage. "The light from the sun made me see where your sword would be coming from. Remember that mad dance I did?" Allen nodded.
"I did that to take your concentration off your surroundings and to the way my sword was hitting yours. Did that answer your question?"
Allen smiled at the young king's talent. He certainly was not an amateur. Since that day, Allen held more respect for the king.
The rest of the ride went about in complete silence. They reached the palace without trouble. Allen ordered the guards to take the two women to the castle healer and watch over them.
Merle had been waiting on the castle roof for her brother to return. She spotted them entering the front gates. But there was something else she noticed. There were two women being carried by the guards and they were unconscious.
Who they were, she didn't know. But she felt that they would all be bounded by something strong in the future.
So, how was that? Um.I can't think of any continuation right about know so.ah.maybe Thursday again?