Leviathan's Daughter
GoldenEagle
Author's Notes: A few more large components and Leviathan's Daughter will come to an end! *eyes get teary* Aw, I hate saying good byes! But the end isn't in this chapter. Nope, this opens up to the next events, which all lead up to the ending, so I hope you enjoy! If you don't, remember that I was tired and stayed up till 2 a.m. writing it! So, if it's bad, it's because I'm tired! *whines* I had a sucky weekend. I went to this stupid church camp thing and got in trouble for belly dancing during the activities. What's so wrong with moving your hips?! They thought I was suggestive or something. Like I was trying to turn the guy on. For God's sake, I haven't even had my first kiss so why would I try to make some stranger horny?! I have a doll face and wide, green eyes, so I usually look naturally innocent. It looks weird with me, because I have this childishly innocent look, but I'm also tall and look seventeen, or so I'm told, although I'm only fourteen. So people think I'm like faking it to get attention, which makes people mad (especially overprotective girlfriends). I sware, I'm not that innocent! I'm not that bad, either! *growls* People are such BAKAS!!!! Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story. If you read through this little rant, you need to go find something to clear your head of the trash. So why don't you read and review!
Chapter Forty-Six
"Allen, let me out! Allen, God damn it!" Persephone's frustrated voice could be heard through the thick, metal door. She pounded on it one last time with bruised fists before laying her head against the cool metal. She pulled away and walked slowly to the knight's bed. He had locked her in his room after she had been carried there, tired and drained of strength. When she had awoke she had risen to go find Allen or Hitomi or even Van (especially Van, for he had some of his older brother in him and she couldn't help but be comforted by the slight similarities between them). And yet she had found the door locked. She knew it was stupid that she had been pounding and yelling for nearly an hour, but she was growing agitated, claustrophobic.
She heard the door open a crack and raised her head. She started to stand for whoever may come in, but instead she didn't even see the person as they shoved some cold plate of food through the crack and slammed the door shut. She growled. She was no animal, no prisoner, to be kept in some dinky little room with a closet full of male clothing that looked exactly the same! The very room was too neat, too tidy. Persephone promptly pulled out drawers and tangled the sheets on the bed in a mad fit before plopping down on the floor, which now had clothing and other items strewn about, while pouting. She sat there, her arms crossed, her bottom lip out, for almost an hour, staring at the closed entrance to the room, before she started to nod off. She sighed in surrender and stood before going to lay down on the bed, cursing herself because the sheets were still tangled from her earlier tantrum and she was too tired to straighten them and draw them over her. Instead she fell asleep almost instantly, the room wrecked around her.
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It had been a few days since Folken had left the Schezerade and Persephone was still locked in that room with one adjoining restroom and three cold meals a day. Allen had been sleeping in her old room when he had the chance to sleep at all. He had no idea of what to do with her. If it weren't for the feelings he harbored towards her, along with the unstable trust, he would have handed her over to the people, whether his men or the men of Mirama. Yet he knew full well what they would have done to her. His men would have had her executed, perhaps a beheading or hanging, and Mirama's people? The knight had the feeling that they would have had her burned at the stake, relishing in seeing the one who had set their precious capital on flame burn herself.
So he had made her a prisoner, but giving her the luxuries of a bed and running toilet, things she would not have had if thrown in the dungeon. Plus, they still had... er... repairs to go through from her last visit there.
"So, Boss, what do you think?" Allen snapped back into attention as Gadeth spoke. He looked up, slightly aware, through his subconscious, what had just been said.
"Mirama wasn't exactly endearing last time we came to them." Allen replied.
"Yes, but which is the greater enemy? Mirama or Zaibach? We need to get involved in this battle, Allen. If we can keep Zaibach from taking Mirama's forces... We'd have a better chance."
"Where is this battle again?" The knight asked, rubbing his temples with a gloved hand.
"Inbetween the city's of Golgotha and Caveman, around the remains of Corinth. The two army's will meet there. The battle will be close, everyone knows so. Even though our forces are small, they may help. Plus, we may gain favor in the eyes of Mirama's people."
"Politics. It always ends in that, doesn't it?" Allen asked. He didn't wait for a reply before speaking again. "We'll move out tonight. The battle should start before dawn, I assume?" Gadeth nodded in reply. "Good. Are you coming with us, Van?"
The raven haired boy paused and then nodded, his bangs falling across his crimson eyes. Hitomi fidgeted next to him as a feeling of dread encompassed her. She closed her eyes as flashes of visions flowed through her consciousness, but left too soon to be understood. All she could catch hold of was a reptilian eye, the pupil like a triangle, and amid that inhuman eye a completely human component. A tear. A dragon's tear.
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Persephone was piled under blankets. It wouldn't be long before her food would be pushed through the crack of the door, for it always came at the same time, every day, just as they had for the last six days. She would always take the food and force it down the toilet before placing the plate by the door to be taken away every morning. Her agitation of the small room destroyed her appetite, but she did not want the others to know she was distressed. It was pride, she knew. A pride she had forgotten about, though always there.
Persephone shivered, not from the cold on the outside of her being, but on the inside. A hand of ice gripped at her mind, clawing into it, forcing her thoughts elsewhere. But where? She was being pulled from the inside out, drawn by an invisible hand to some place. To some destiny. She closed her eyes, trying to get rid of the nagging thoughts of her mind. And yet, even as she did so, a voice floated back to her, a voice from long ago. The vision played in her head.
A large room, the first realizations that she was not on earth anymore... A voice, a woman's voice, warm yet shallow, caring yet selfish. 'Here, let me get those chains off of you. I don't understand why a person would put chains on such a modest looking girl.' The woman had said as she unshackled Persephone. 'I'm Zenla.'
'I'm Persephone,' the child, for she was so young at the time, only fourteen, had said quietly as she rubbed her wrists and ankles. She had looked oddly up at the woman. "Why am I here?"
The woman had chuckled warmly as the guards closed the door behind her, one standing on the outside, one still on the inside. ''Twas fate, child. Everything is of fate...'
Fate.
The maid had spoken so confidently about it. Persephone bit her bottom lip as the urge came again, trying to drag her, force her out of the locked room, to... To where? Her fate... Her fate was that of Gaea's. And though she was drawn, pulled, pushed to leave and return to the place of her first battle, she could see the end of that road, as all roads of life end. A certain finality. Whether opening up to a new part of one's life or closing it, bringing about an end. She was not sure which it was, but she knew one thing... She had to leave. She had to return to the place she had destroyed. Her fate, her destiny called her back, lulled her back, forced her back. Back to Corinth.
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Allen and Van, along with other men beneath the knight, had left only about an hour ago, and Hitomi was plagued, pestered, and horrified as impossible visions, blurry and confused, flashed through her mind. When they had finally settled themselves out, she had seen the scene, the vision which couldn't possibly be, a vision of blood and death. It was clear in her mind and it frightened and panged her, so she walked, with fists clenched, down cold hallways. She was unsure how she got to the place, since she hadn't remembered taking the turns necessary to reach the door, but when she did, she froze.
A man lay unconscious on the floor, a heavy metal door open, cold food scattered beneath the man. "Persephone." Hitomi muttered, her eyes wide, her legs weak, as the impossibility of her visions started to become more possible. The slightest bit of movement, red and flowing, caught her sight at the end of the hall, which turned and reached out to an exit. The figure was gone almost instantly, like a flash of lightening, but Hitomi gave chase. "Persephone, stop! Come back!" She cried out as she rounded the corner. Yes, she could see the older girl at the end of the hall, opening up the door to the outside.
The figure turned quietly as the younger girl skidded to a halt before her, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. "Don't... Don't go." She said through shallow breaths. The sudden breathlessness was partially due to the short sprint, but mostly due to Hitomi's overemotional state.
Persephone raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?" She asked calmly, placing her hand on the runner's shoulder, trying to comfort her, even though she knew little of comfort.
Two green eyes rose to meet hers. "Allen and Van left with a group of men to go take part in a battle against Zaibach at the remnants of Corinth. I've had... visions... of someone dying. Please, you can't go."
Persephone's gaze hardened as Hitomi spoke of the battle and Corinth. The hand that had been on her shoulder lowered and flexed around the handle of her curved sword, which was in it's scabbard at her waist. "Then I have to go." She looked Hitomi in the eye. "I promise I won't let Van or Allen die, okay?"
Tears welled in Hitomi's eyes as Persephone tried to comfort her. God, if only she knew... "It's not that, Persephone. Just, please, trust me, don't go tonight! Maybe in the morning, but not tonight! You don't understand-"
"Look, Hitomi, something is calling me to that battle. Now, I know you're frightened about this whole vision thing, but I promise I won't let the two of them die." She gave a hug to the paling girl before jumping into the darkness and disappearing. Hitomi stood, dumbfounded, distressed, before wrapping her arms around herself. Crystal tears fell from her green eyes as the light of the two moons shone down through the doorway.
"But, Persephone," she whispered to the empty scenery. "The person... The person laying in their own blood... it was you."
Author's Notes: MWAHAHAHAHA! Sooooo, Hitomi's seen Perseph's death, eh? Could she be wrong for once? You'll find out next time on *announcer music* Leviathan's Daughter! (Stay tuned for a word from our sponsors!) *High pitched music comes on as obviously dead fish start wiggling and dancing on the screen. You can see hand behind the fish, holding them to make them dance* Tuna, Tuna, what's life without Tuna?! Tuna, Tuna, the other white meat! So buy your dolphin safe- *places hand to ear as he listens to the mic. in it* Umm... Well, apparently we're too freaking poor to be dolphin safe tuna, so we've changed our logo to tuna safe dolphin! Dolphin, the other white meat! *music faces as you see dancing tuna replaced with dead, dancing dolphins* (Hey, I love dolphins, too, but I'm insane at the moment, so MWAHAHAHAHAHA to you!)
GoldenEagle
Author's Notes: A few more large components and Leviathan's Daughter will come to an end! *eyes get teary* Aw, I hate saying good byes! But the end isn't in this chapter. Nope, this opens up to the next events, which all lead up to the ending, so I hope you enjoy! If you don't, remember that I was tired and stayed up till 2 a.m. writing it! So, if it's bad, it's because I'm tired! *whines* I had a sucky weekend. I went to this stupid church camp thing and got in trouble for belly dancing during the activities. What's so wrong with moving your hips?! They thought I was suggestive or something. Like I was trying to turn the guy on. For God's sake, I haven't even had my first kiss so why would I try to make some stranger horny?! I have a doll face and wide, green eyes, so I usually look naturally innocent. It looks weird with me, because I have this childishly innocent look, but I'm also tall and look seventeen, or so I'm told, although I'm only fourteen. So people think I'm like faking it to get attention, which makes people mad (especially overprotective girlfriends). I sware, I'm not that innocent! I'm not that bad, either! *growls* People are such BAKAS!!!! Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story. If you read through this little rant, you need to go find something to clear your head of the trash. So why don't you read and review!
Chapter Forty-Six
"Allen, let me out! Allen, God damn it!" Persephone's frustrated voice could be heard through the thick, metal door. She pounded on it one last time with bruised fists before laying her head against the cool metal. She pulled away and walked slowly to the knight's bed. He had locked her in his room after she had been carried there, tired and drained of strength. When she had awoke she had risen to go find Allen or Hitomi or even Van (especially Van, for he had some of his older brother in him and she couldn't help but be comforted by the slight similarities between them). And yet she had found the door locked. She knew it was stupid that she had been pounding and yelling for nearly an hour, but she was growing agitated, claustrophobic.
She heard the door open a crack and raised her head. She started to stand for whoever may come in, but instead she didn't even see the person as they shoved some cold plate of food through the crack and slammed the door shut. She growled. She was no animal, no prisoner, to be kept in some dinky little room with a closet full of male clothing that looked exactly the same! The very room was too neat, too tidy. Persephone promptly pulled out drawers and tangled the sheets on the bed in a mad fit before plopping down on the floor, which now had clothing and other items strewn about, while pouting. She sat there, her arms crossed, her bottom lip out, for almost an hour, staring at the closed entrance to the room, before she started to nod off. She sighed in surrender and stood before going to lay down on the bed, cursing herself because the sheets were still tangled from her earlier tantrum and she was too tired to straighten them and draw them over her. Instead she fell asleep almost instantly, the room wrecked around her.
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It had been a few days since Folken had left the Schezerade and Persephone was still locked in that room with one adjoining restroom and three cold meals a day. Allen had been sleeping in her old room when he had the chance to sleep at all. He had no idea of what to do with her. If it weren't for the feelings he harbored towards her, along with the unstable trust, he would have handed her over to the people, whether his men or the men of Mirama. Yet he knew full well what they would have done to her. His men would have had her executed, perhaps a beheading or hanging, and Mirama's people? The knight had the feeling that they would have had her burned at the stake, relishing in seeing the one who had set their precious capital on flame burn herself.
So he had made her a prisoner, but giving her the luxuries of a bed and running toilet, things she would not have had if thrown in the dungeon. Plus, they still had... er... repairs to go through from her last visit there.
"So, Boss, what do you think?" Allen snapped back into attention as Gadeth spoke. He looked up, slightly aware, through his subconscious, what had just been said.
"Mirama wasn't exactly endearing last time we came to them." Allen replied.
"Yes, but which is the greater enemy? Mirama or Zaibach? We need to get involved in this battle, Allen. If we can keep Zaibach from taking Mirama's forces... We'd have a better chance."
"Where is this battle again?" The knight asked, rubbing his temples with a gloved hand.
"Inbetween the city's of Golgotha and Caveman, around the remains of Corinth. The two army's will meet there. The battle will be close, everyone knows so. Even though our forces are small, they may help. Plus, we may gain favor in the eyes of Mirama's people."
"Politics. It always ends in that, doesn't it?" Allen asked. He didn't wait for a reply before speaking again. "We'll move out tonight. The battle should start before dawn, I assume?" Gadeth nodded in reply. "Good. Are you coming with us, Van?"
The raven haired boy paused and then nodded, his bangs falling across his crimson eyes. Hitomi fidgeted next to him as a feeling of dread encompassed her. She closed her eyes as flashes of visions flowed through her consciousness, but left too soon to be understood. All she could catch hold of was a reptilian eye, the pupil like a triangle, and amid that inhuman eye a completely human component. A tear. A dragon's tear.
*************
Persephone was piled under blankets. It wouldn't be long before her food would be pushed through the crack of the door, for it always came at the same time, every day, just as they had for the last six days. She would always take the food and force it down the toilet before placing the plate by the door to be taken away every morning. Her agitation of the small room destroyed her appetite, but she did not want the others to know she was distressed. It was pride, she knew. A pride she had forgotten about, though always there.
Persephone shivered, not from the cold on the outside of her being, but on the inside. A hand of ice gripped at her mind, clawing into it, forcing her thoughts elsewhere. But where? She was being pulled from the inside out, drawn by an invisible hand to some place. To some destiny. She closed her eyes, trying to get rid of the nagging thoughts of her mind. And yet, even as she did so, a voice floated back to her, a voice from long ago. The vision played in her head.
A large room, the first realizations that she was not on earth anymore... A voice, a woman's voice, warm yet shallow, caring yet selfish. 'Here, let me get those chains off of you. I don't understand why a person would put chains on such a modest looking girl.' The woman had said as she unshackled Persephone. 'I'm Zenla.'
'I'm Persephone,' the child, for she was so young at the time, only fourteen, had said quietly as she rubbed her wrists and ankles. She had looked oddly up at the woman. "Why am I here?"
The woman had chuckled warmly as the guards closed the door behind her, one standing on the outside, one still on the inside. ''Twas fate, child. Everything is of fate...'
Fate.
The maid had spoken so confidently about it. Persephone bit her bottom lip as the urge came again, trying to drag her, force her out of the locked room, to... To where? Her fate... Her fate was that of Gaea's. And though she was drawn, pulled, pushed to leave and return to the place of her first battle, she could see the end of that road, as all roads of life end. A certain finality. Whether opening up to a new part of one's life or closing it, bringing about an end. She was not sure which it was, but she knew one thing... She had to leave. She had to return to the place she had destroyed. Her fate, her destiny called her back, lulled her back, forced her back. Back to Corinth.
**************
Allen and Van, along with other men beneath the knight, had left only about an hour ago, and Hitomi was plagued, pestered, and horrified as impossible visions, blurry and confused, flashed through her mind. When they had finally settled themselves out, she had seen the scene, the vision which couldn't possibly be, a vision of blood and death. It was clear in her mind and it frightened and panged her, so she walked, with fists clenched, down cold hallways. She was unsure how she got to the place, since she hadn't remembered taking the turns necessary to reach the door, but when she did, she froze.
A man lay unconscious on the floor, a heavy metal door open, cold food scattered beneath the man. "Persephone." Hitomi muttered, her eyes wide, her legs weak, as the impossibility of her visions started to become more possible. The slightest bit of movement, red and flowing, caught her sight at the end of the hall, which turned and reached out to an exit. The figure was gone almost instantly, like a flash of lightening, but Hitomi gave chase. "Persephone, stop! Come back!" She cried out as she rounded the corner. Yes, she could see the older girl at the end of the hall, opening up the door to the outside.
The figure turned quietly as the younger girl skidded to a halt before her, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. "Don't... Don't go." She said through shallow breaths. The sudden breathlessness was partially due to the short sprint, but mostly due to Hitomi's overemotional state.
Persephone raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?" She asked calmly, placing her hand on the runner's shoulder, trying to comfort her, even though she knew little of comfort.
Two green eyes rose to meet hers. "Allen and Van left with a group of men to go take part in a battle against Zaibach at the remnants of Corinth. I've had... visions... of someone dying. Please, you can't go."
Persephone's gaze hardened as Hitomi spoke of the battle and Corinth. The hand that had been on her shoulder lowered and flexed around the handle of her curved sword, which was in it's scabbard at her waist. "Then I have to go." She looked Hitomi in the eye. "I promise I won't let Van or Allen die, okay?"
Tears welled in Hitomi's eyes as Persephone tried to comfort her. God, if only she knew... "It's not that, Persephone. Just, please, trust me, don't go tonight! Maybe in the morning, but not tonight! You don't understand-"
"Look, Hitomi, something is calling me to that battle. Now, I know you're frightened about this whole vision thing, but I promise I won't let the two of them die." She gave a hug to the paling girl before jumping into the darkness and disappearing. Hitomi stood, dumbfounded, distressed, before wrapping her arms around herself. Crystal tears fell from her green eyes as the light of the two moons shone down through the doorway.
"But, Persephone," she whispered to the empty scenery. "The person... The person laying in their own blood... it was you."
Author's Notes: MWAHAHAHAHA! Sooooo, Hitomi's seen Perseph's death, eh? Could she be wrong for once? You'll find out next time on *announcer music* Leviathan's Daughter! (Stay tuned for a word from our sponsors!) *High pitched music comes on as obviously dead fish start wiggling and dancing on the screen. You can see hand behind the fish, holding them to make them dance* Tuna, Tuna, what's life without Tuna?! Tuna, Tuna, the other white meat! So buy your dolphin safe- *places hand to ear as he listens to the mic. in it* Umm... Well, apparently we're too freaking poor to be dolphin safe tuna, so we've changed our logo to tuna safe dolphin! Dolphin, the other white meat! *music faces as you see dancing tuna replaced with dead, dancing dolphins* (Hey, I love dolphins, too, but I'm insane at the moment, so MWAHAHAHAHAHA to you!)