A.n.-Hiya everyone:)This chap. has been revised too now, I think its deffintly better then the orginal:)
Teal eyes stared passivly forward as Zeibock's Generel Dilandau Albatou entered the room. Bordly her gaze fell upward upon chains that binded her wrists that were held up in the shape of a V. Her feet were latched by heavly chains at the ankle, but she still hovered a few inches above the hard stone floor. After she'd thourly twarted Zeibock's attempts to have her talk freely they'd switched to their speciality.
Torture.
And of course who eles would be personly overseeing it then Dilandau Albatou, demon of the Zeibock Empire. He steps overly confident he stepped infront of her, his silver head tilted lightly to the side, his lips upturned in a haughty smirk. His overflowing air of power and superourty was intoxicating to San. A foregn feeling of weakness swept over her. Forcebly she tried to push it back. She had to be strong. She couldn't let -him- defeat her simply by being infront of her. She had some pride.
Tilting her head to the side in a mimic of Dilandau's she smirked widely,"You would be the one to interagte me. Not supriseing. I s'pose that our last meeting tarnished your preciouse pride?"she mocked him with an openly amused expression.
His right eye twitched, a sign that she'd angered him. The mere thought made her throat tightin."So you can speak."His voice was low and arrogent, smooth and soft as sweet poison choclate like before,"At least your not a compleat barbarion like those beasts you live with."
Anger beyound anything shot through her blood as her eyes narrowed fast, teal eyes blazed cold fire. Fruitlessly she yanked her arms agenst the chains as a ferel growl rose in her throat.
"If I weren't chained...."she let the sentance hang, her expression giveing heed to what she ment.
Ruby eyes taunted her openly,"You would do what? Try to claw out my eyes? Kick me in the shin?"he mocked.
Her voice husky she responded, her voice convaing the anger which flew through her veins,"I'd kill you."
His smirk widened,"I think not. You haven't the will to take a life, girl. Hurt me, mayhapes if you even could get close enough, kill me or any other? Not a chance."
San's glare deepened, full of a hiden darkness come to life,"Don't be so confident."
Apparently finnished with their little games he grabed her chin. Under the cool, soft leather his hand felt as hard as bone.
"Who are you really?"His voice was mesmerizeing in a way. Yet infintelty crule,"Where is Chid and the others? Make this easy on yourself girl and simply tell me. Mayhapes we'll simply let you go."He lied smoothly, his bloodlusting eyes telling San just how much of a lie the latter part of his 'promises'.
Her features gaurded she spat into his face harshly. Ruby eyes glowed hot with rage as he backhanded her hard across the face. Instently San's face snapped to the side it made contact. Her face burned like fire yet fighting the pain she turned her head to face him, her features calm and composed.
"Lets see how long you last."he whispered harshly.
And so her torment began...
~*~*~*~*~*~
Time soon lost all meaning for San. Only pain, only that hypnotizingly cruel voice that repeated over and over. Asking that which she could not give. Long ago she'd abandanded her vow not to scream out in pain, to not give him the pleasure of her crys of agony.
Blood rolled down her chin from both biteing her tounge not to cry and from being punched and backhanded so many times. Still she refused to answer, refused to speak. Driveing herself back into a space in her mind where pain had no meaning. But still the pain of her bruised body brought her back from the presfices of madness.
When the pain stopped breifly San felt relife seep through her body as she sagged even further agenst her bonds. Hazly she heard Dilandau call for someone called 'Chesta'. Fuzzly her gaze focosed upon a man in his late tweinties. Moands of blonde hair fell over baby blue eyes too innocent to be real.
For a secoud he stared at her, those depthless eyes glinting regreat. Dilandau slapped something into his hands, ruby eyes glittering a single silent command. 'Chesta' walked behind her out of her hazy vision and she watched Dilandau fold his arms over his chest as he leaned agenst the wall. His face was covered by the shadows. But those eyes, those bright ruby eyes glowed forever still through such darkness. Peirceing it fully.
When a whip lashed into the vulnerble flesh of her backside she could bit her tounge hard once more to try and hold in the cry. Blood dribbled fully down her chin in a fuller path then before. At long last she gave up and let the scream tear through her throat.
Pain laced through each inhuman cry. Rawly her voice gave out and she could no longer bring forth sound from her dry throat. The whip stopped suddenly, by then her indignty, her boldness, her defience had melted away.
How much longer could she last? She didn't know. Pain was her world, for mere secouds when it stoped and she would move her blood-scabs over her wounds were tear free and blood would flow with a stinging sensation. Tortured teal eyes rose to meet that of her tormneter.
His ruby eyes glowed, feeding off her agony and melting resolve. Smugly he seemed to know she would break beneith him. Like all before her had. Her eyes flashed with a shadow of hate she'd felt before. Her friends and family from the tribe flashed in her minds eye forceing her to lift her head slightly.
To betray them would force her to hold her head down in shame for all eternity, all she would be is plain human trash. Trash like those who had turned their faces from her when she'd first arrived on Gaea. Determination renewed she stared up at him.
Slowly he moved toward her, his walk a swager of confidense."Ready to talk now?"he questioned mockingly. Feeling sure she would crumble benith him.
Ah yes, this victory would be one of his sweetest. One he would call upon in his mind at wee hours just to rember. To rember the power, his strength, all that he was. That still all cowered beneith him.
San lifted her head highter,"Never. Kill me now, for I'll never tell you anything. Never."
Once more his eye twitched,"We shall see about that."He hissed, anger laceing through his words. A threat and a promise.
Hae glanced behind her and nodded. She winced instently as the whip lashed through her flesh and open wounds. And suddenly her vision wavered and she fell with the blissful abyss of pain-induced slumber.
~*~*~*~
San awoke slowly to the feeling off cold metel beneith her broken body. Warely she looked around. She was in a cage like cell. Small and simple, no bench was provided to sleep upon she noticed dowerly. The cage was criss-crossed bars...no hope of sliding through she relized sullenly.
Breathing as slow as possible she layed perfectly still. Fearing any movement as her first ones when she'd only moved slightly had sent her nerves screaming in agony. Finnaly she tried to rise. Instently she felt salty, silver tears fall down her cheaks.
She she rose, grasping the bars of her cell to help her stand. Her jet-black with long pink streaks stuck to her sweaty pale face. Whipeing her brow with the back of her hand she tried to tune out the pain. Slowly she pulled herself compleatly to her feet.
The instant she had achieved her goal the door to her cell room opened. Bright light forced her to sheild her eyes untill it was gone. Returning her now defient glare forward she watched as a fammiler figure with jet-black wild locks and redish-brown eyes walked over infront of her cell.
"Van Stradegoes."She spat his name with a disgusted sneer,"The traitor."
His face remained passive at her insult. San stayed close to the bars near the back of her small cell. Her back stung with sharp pins of pain at every movement she made.
Van stared expressionlessly at her discomfert,"I see Dilandau has had some fun with you. Why don't you just tell us what we wish and all this will be over. I give you my word. Why do you condem yourself to suffering when you could be free of it?"
Grimencing in pain San forced herself to step forward closer to where Van stood.
"And betray all those who have cared for me? Never. I'm not like you, Van. Besides, your word means nothing to me!"
His eyes flashed with anger as he ran his fingers across the cold metalic bars,"What is your name?"he asked, obviously chooseing to ignore her last refrence to him.
Bitterly San frowned,"Why do you care?"
"I'd prefer to call you by your given name then just by 'girl'. Its rather tireing."
She crossed her arms slowly, warey that her movements would cause pain in her back,"San. My name is San."
He quirked an eyebrow,"San--intrresting name."
"How so?"she shot back. What was wrong with her name? It was a name of the forest. Of her tribe. Strong and powerful.
He moistened his lips with a delbret motion,"Reminds me of another."
San glared,"You mean the Wing Goddess, Seer of of the Mystic Moon Lady Hitomi Kanzaki?"
Firey anger flew up within Van as he glared at her. His face becomeing a mask of fury,"She was a threat to the Zeibock Empire. To the true path for Gaea. For the war to end all wars. She stood in the path of true peace."
"Are you trying to convense me, or yourself?"she asked evenly,"Trying to hide from what you are, coward?"she taunted ruefully,"You are a traitor, Van Stradegoes, and you know it. Or perhapes I should say, Van Fanel?"
Van gripped the bars in his hands till his knuckles turned white and for an instant San was afraid she'd gone to far. She wasn't in the best physical health at the momment. He could take her down with but a few blows. Still she stood taller, ignoreing her pain. She wouldn't take back her words for anything. It was about time the Traitor heard the truth anyhow.
"Van--Fanel--Is--Dead."He growled out the words, his teeth clinched.
San brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear,"So you may say, but I know the truth."
He relinqueshed the bars and crossed his arms instead. Trying hard to give off the air of being compleatly and utterly indiffente to her words.
"What is it that you claim to know?"He mocked with false bravo.
She smirked despite the firey pain of her wounds,"Thats for me to know. Besides, you know already that which I know. But you refuse to accept it."
Van's face grew shadowed,"You know nothing."
San turned her head away, this conversation in her mind was done. There was no point in countinueing it anyhow. It was a waste of good oxygen for her any how. But even if she'd desired to respond she wouldn't have been able to as a loud explosion meet her ears with an incredble rumble.
There was a loud hiss as Van removed his sword from its sheath and ran from the room, his expression feirce. Secouds after he left, He entered. He appeared about her age, 15, but he was slightly taller then herself with long blonde hair that reached his shoulders. Amazing ocean blue eyes meet her own in a way that sent lightning through her.
He was lithe in frame, yet the mucles in his chest and arms gave her no doubt that he could weld the sword that was in sheath with an experts grace. He dressed simply in a pair of grey loose trousers and a flowing white tunic. His features were more perfect then any man she'd ever seen. Granted she hadn' seen many but still. His blonde hair fell delectle around his face frameing it perfectly. To her gaze he appeared like a fallen avengeing angel.
He ran quickly to her cell and jiggled with the lock a bit before pulling it open, bright blue eyes were wide with stoitic determination.
"Come on--"He hissed,"We have to get out of here now."
San stepped toward him cautously,"Who are you? What do you mean escape? I don't even know you, how could you of come for me?"she fired questions lighting fast, her confusion running high.
He ran a hand defly through his hair,"Theres no time for questions, come on!"
Knowing she had no real choice in the matter she nodded and he ran toward the door. Stepping out of her cell, San quickly grabeed her sword and dagger from a wooden table near the corner of the room. Her 'Avengeing Angel' as silently choose to call him gave her an odd look before gestureing for her to follow him down the hall.
Instently San ran after him, ignoreing the pain her backside as her wounds tore open. Suprseingly they meet with no resistance as they made there way through the large castle-like fortrass. Makeing it outside, 'Avenging Angel' quickly lept upon a white horse which had been waiting.
Wasteing no time, San lept on behind him wraping her arms firmly around his waist. Takeing a short-cut through the town surrounding the castle they made it out into the forest and kept on rideing as though hells warriors were right on their tale.
Daylight soon fell away and the darkness of night rose to take its place. At long last they stopped on a hill's clearing. San assumed it was so he would be able to see anyone comeing from any derection and the fact that not too far below on the right side there was a patch of wood they could hide in if neccary.
High above in the sky Gaea's twin moons glittered effertlessly in the star-scattered sky. Her 'Avengeing Angel' quickly layed out a couple blankets and made a small fire in a few secouds. Running to his horse he pulled out a water-jug, a bowle, some badanges, and a peice of cloth.
Slowly San slipped off the horse as he sat down on one of the blankets and filled the bowl half-way with water. Quickly he gestured for her to come and sit infront of him.
Instently San shook her head firmly,"Not untill I get some answers."
Her 'Avengeing Angel' simply sighed, his face going from a variety of expresions vareing to happy and sad yet at the same momment neither at all.
"I'm sure you know the story of the Wing Goddess, Seer of the Mystic Moon? How she could see the unseen and knew the past and future?"
San nodded,"Of course."
He shifted with discomfert,"Before the betrayle of Van Slanzer De Fanel he and she were falling despertly in love. It was plain for anyone to see, except neither of them ever really seemed to relize that. But perhapes thats the way it is when your in love. Anyway, after she was betrayed by the one she'd fallen so deeply for, and on the eve of what would be her death, she made the prophisey that she would come agine through another from her world."
Slowly he pulled out a rather familer tear-drop shaped pendent,"Do you reconize this, San?"
San gasped, teal eyes becomeing wide with suprise,"Yes--but if you have it.....then....you are...."she let the senstance hang...unable to finnish her words.
Slowly he stood up,"Hai. I am Chid, the last true prince of Freid and the gaurdian of the Wing Goddess, Seer of the Mystic Moon Hitomi Kanzaki's pendent."
A.n.-There we go. Thats one more chapter revised:)Personly I like this one a lot more then the last....the last one was just too....weak in certine events.
Teal eyes stared passivly forward as Zeibock's Generel Dilandau Albatou entered the room. Bordly her gaze fell upward upon chains that binded her wrists that were held up in the shape of a V. Her feet were latched by heavly chains at the ankle, but she still hovered a few inches above the hard stone floor. After she'd thourly twarted Zeibock's attempts to have her talk freely they'd switched to their speciality.
Torture.
And of course who eles would be personly overseeing it then Dilandau Albatou, demon of the Zeibock Empire. He steps overly confident he stepped infront of her, his silver head tilted lightly to the side, his lips upturned in a haughty smirk. His overflowing air of power and superourty was intoxicating to San. A foregn feeling of weakness swept over her. Forcebly she tried to push it back. She had to be strong. She couldn't let -him- defeat her simply by being infront of her. She had some pride.
Tilting her head to the side in a mimic of Dilandau's she smirked widely,"You would be the one to interagte me. Not supriseing. I s'pose that our last meeting tarnished your preciouse pride?"she mocked him with an openly amused expression.
His right eye twitched, a sign that she'd angered him. The mere thought made her throat tightin."So you can speak."His voice was low and arrogent, smooth and soft as sweet poison choclate like before,"At least your not a compleat barbarion like those beasts you live with."
Anger beyound anything shot through her blood as her eyes narrowed fast, teal eyes blazed cold fire. Fruitlessly she yanked her arms agenst the chains as a ferel growl rose in her throat.
"If I weren't chained...."she let the sentance hang, her expression giveing heed to what she ment.
Ruby eyes taunted her openly,"You would do what? Try to claw out my eyes? Kick me in the shin?"he mocked.
Her voice husky she responded, her voice convaing the anger which flew through her veins,"I'd kill you."
His smirk widened,"I think not. You haven't the will to take a life, girl. Hurt me, mayhapes if you even could get close enough, kill me or any other? Not a chance."
San's glare deepened, full of a hiden darkness come to life,"Don't be so confident."
Apparently finnished with their little games he grabed her chin. Under the cool, soft leather his hand felt as hard as bone.
"Who are you really?"His voice was mesmerizeing in a way. Yet infintelty crule,"Where is Chid and the others? Make this easy on yourself girl and simply tell me. Mayhapes we'll simply let you go."He lied smoothly, his bloodlusting eyes telling San just how much of a lie the latter part of his 'promises'.
Her features gaurded she spat into his face harshly. Ruby eyes glowed hot with rage as he backhanded her hard across the face. Instently San's face snapped to the side it made contact. Her face burned like fire yet fighting the pain she turned her head to face him, her features calm and composed.
"Lets see how long you last."he whispered harshly.
And so her torment began...
~*~*~*~*~*~
Time soon lost all meaning for San. Only pain, only that hypnotizingly cruel voice that repeated over and over. Asking that which she could not give. Long ago she'd abandanded her vow not to scream out in pain, to not give him the pleasure of her crys of agony.
Blood rolled down her chin from both biteing her tounge not to cry and from being punched and backhanded so many times. Still she refused to answer, refused to speak. Driveing herself back into a space in her mind where pain had no meaning. But still the pain of her bruised body brought her back from the presfices of madness.
When the pain stopped breifly San felt relife seep through her body as she sagged even further agenst her bonds. Hazly she heard Dilandau call for someone called 'Chesta'. Fuzzly her gaze focosed upon a man in his late tweinties. Moands of blonde hair fell over baby blue eyes too innocent to be real.
For a secoud he stared at her, those depthless eyes glinting regreat. Dilandau slapped something into his hands, ruby eyes glittering a single silent command. 'Chesta' walked behind her out of her hazy vision and she watched Dilandau fold his arms over his chest as he leaned agenst the wall. His face was covered by the shadows. But those eyes, those bright ruby eyes glowed forever still through such darkness. Peirceing it fully.
When a whip lashed into the vulnerble flesh of her backside she could bit her tounge hard once more to try and hold in the cry. Blood dribbled fully down her chin in a fuller path then before. At long last she gave up and let the scream tear through her throat.
Pain laced through each inhuman cry. Rawly her voice gave out and she could no longer bring forth sound from her dry throat. The whip stopped suddenly, by then her indignty, her boldness, her defience had melted away.
How much longer could she last? She didn't know. Pain was her world, for mere secouds when it stoped and she would move her blood-scabs over her wounds were tear free and blood would flow with a stinging sensation. Tortured teal eyes rose to meet that of her tormneter.
His ruby eyes glowed, feeding off her agony and melting resolve. Smugly he seemed to know she would break beneith him. Like all before her had. Her eyes flashed with a shadow of hate she'd felt before. Her friends and family from the tribe flashed in her minds eye forceing her to lift her head slightly.
To betray them would force her to hold her head down in shame for all eternity, all she would be is plain human trash. Trash like those who had turned their faces from her when she'd first arrived on Gaea. Determination renewed she stared up at him.
Slowly he moved toward her, his walk a swager of confidense."Ready to talk now?"he questioned mockingly. Feeling sure she would crumble benith him.
Ah yes, this victory would be one of his sweetest. One he would call upon in his mind at wee hours just to rember. To rember the power, his strength, all that he was. That still all cowered beneith him.
San lifted her head highter,"Never. Kill me now, for I'll never tell you anything. Never."
Once more his eye twitched,"We shall see about that."He hissed, anger laceing through his words. A threat and a promise.
Hae glanced behind her and nodded. She winced instently as the whip lashed through her flesh and open wounds. And suddenly her vision wavered and she fell with the blissful abyss of pain-induced slumber.
~*~*~*~
San awoke slowly to the feeling off cold metel beneith her broken body. Warely she looked around. She was in a cage like cell. Small and simple, no bench was provided to sleep upon she noticed dowerly. The cage was criss-crossed bars...no hope of sliding through she relized sullenly.
Breathing as slow as possible she layed perfectly still. Fearing any movement as her first ones when she'd only moved slightly had sent her nerves screaming in agony. Finnaly she tried to rise. Instently she felt salty, silver tears fall down her cheaks.
She she rose, grasping the bars of her cell to help her stand. Her jet-black with long pink streaks stuck to her sweaty pale face. Whipeing her brow with the back of her hand she tried to tune out the pain. Slowly she pulled herself compleatly to her feet.
The instant she had achieved her goal the door to her cell room opened. Bright light forced her to sheild her eyes untill it was gone. Returning her now defient glare forward she watched as a fammiler figure with jet-black wild locks and redish-brown eyes walked over infront of her cell.
"Van Stradegoes."She spat his name with a disgusted sneer,"The traitor."
His face remained passive at her insult. San stayed close to the bars near the back of her small cell. Her back stung with sharp pins of pain at every movement she made.
Van stared expressionlessly at her discomfert,"I see Dilandau has had some fun with you. Why don't you just tell us what we wish and all this will be over. I give you my word. Why do you condem yourself to suffering when you could be free of it?"
Grimencing in pain San forced herself to step forward closer to where Van stood.
"And betray all those who have cared for me? Never. I'm not like you, Van. Besides, your word means nothing to me!"
His eyes flashed with anger as he ran his fingers across the cold metalic bars,"What is your name?"he asked, obviously chooseing to ignore her last refrence to him.
Bitterly San frowned,"Why do you care?"
"I'd prefer to call you by your given name then just by 'girl'. Its rather tireing."
She crossed her arms slowly, warey that her movements would cause pain in her back,"San. My name is San."
He quirked an eyebrow,"San--intrresting name."
"How so?"she shot back. What was wrong with her name? It was a name of the forest. Of her tribe. Strong and powerful.
He moistened his lips with a delbret motion,"Reminds me of another."
San glared,"You mean the Wing Goddess, Seer of of the Mystic Moon Lady Hitomi Kanzaki?"
Firey anger flew up within Van as he glared at her. His face becomeing a mask of fury,"She was a threat to the Zeibock Empire. To the true path for Gaea. For the war to end all wars. She stood in the path of true peace."
"Are you trying to convense me, or yourself?"she asked evenly,"Trying to hide from what you are, coward?"she taunted ruefully,"You are a traitor, Van Stradegoes, and you know it. Or perhapes I should say, Van Fanel?"
Van gripped the bars in his hands till his knuckles turned white and for an instant San was afraid she'd gone to far. She wasn't in the best physical health at the momment. He could take her down with but a few blows. Still she stood taller, ignoreing her pain. She wouldn't take back her words for anything. It was about time the Traitor heard the truth anyhow.
"Van--Fanel--Is--Dead."He growled out the words, his teeth clinched.
San brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear,"So you may say, but I know the truth."
He relinqueshed the bars and crossed his arms instead. Trying hard to give off the air of being compleatly and utterly indiffente to her words.
"What is it that you claim to know?"He mocked with false bravo.
She smirked despite the firey pain of her wounds,"Thats for me to know. Besides, you know already that which I know. But you refuse to accept it."
Van's face grew shadowed,"You know nothing."
San turned her head away, this conversation in her mind was done. There was no point in countinueing it anyhow. It was a waste of good oxygen for her any how. But even if she'd desired to respond she wouldn't have been able to as a loud explosion meet her ears with an incredble rumble.
There was a loud hiss as Van removed his sword from its sheath and ran from the room, his expression feirce. Secouds after he left, He entered. He appeared about her age, 15, but he was slightly taller then herself with long blonde hair that reached his shoulders. Amazing ocean blue eyes meet her own in a way that sent lightning through her.
He was lithe in frame, yet the mucles in his chest and arms gave her no doubt that he could weld the sword that was in sheath with an experts grace. He dressed simply in a pair of grey loose trousers and a flowing white tunic. His features were more perfect then any man she'd ever seen. Granted she hadn' seen many but still. His blonde hair fell delectle around his face frameing it perfectly. To her gaze he appeared like a fallen avengeing angel.
He ran quickly to her cell and jiggled with the lock a bit before pulling it open, bright blue eyes were wide with stoitic determination.
"Come on--"He hissed,"We have to get out of here now."
San stepped toward him cautously,"Who are you? What do you mean escape? I don't even know you, how could you of come for me?"she fired questions lighting fast, her confusion running high.
He ran a hand defly through his hair,"Theres no time for questions, come on!"
Knowing she had no real choice in the matter she nodded and he ran toward the door. Stepping out of her cell, San quickly grabeed her sword and dagger from a wooden table near the corner of the room. Her 'Avengeing Angel' as silently choose to call him gave her an odd look before gestureing for her to follow him down the hall.
Instently San ran after him, ignoreing the pain her backside as her wounds tore open. Suprseingly they meet with no resistance as they made there way through the large castle-like fortrass. Makeing it outside, 'Avenging Angel' quickly lept upon a white horse which had been waiting.
Wasteing no time, San lept on behind him wraping her arms firmly around his waist. Takeing a short-cut through the town surrounding the castle they made it out into the forest and kept on rideing as though hells warriors were right on their tale.
Daylight soon fell away and the darkness of night rose to take its place. At long last they stopped on a hill's clearing. San assumed it was so he would be able to see anyone comeing from any derection and the fact that not too far below on the right side there was a patch of wood they could hide in if neccary.
High above in the sky Gaea's twin moons glittered effertlessly in the star-scattered sky. Her 'Avengeing Angel' quickly layed out a couple blankets and made a small fire in a few secouds. Running to his horse he pulled out a water-jug, a bowle, some badanges, and a peice of cloth.
Slowly San slipped off the horse as he sat down on one of the blankets and filled the bowl half-way with water. Quickly he gestured for her to come and sit infront of him.
Instently San shook her head firmly,"Not untill I get some answers."
Her 'Avengeing Angel' simply sighed, his face going from a variety of expresions vareing to happy and sad yet at the same momment neither at all.
"I'm sure you know the story of the Wing Goddess, Seer of the Mystic Moon? How she could see the unseen and knew the past and future?"
San nodded,"Of course."
He shifted with discomfert,"Before the betrayle of Van Slanzer De Fanel he and she were falling despertly in love. It was plain for anyone to see, except neither of them ever really seemed to relize that. But perhapes thats the way it is when your in love. Anyway, after she was betrayed by the one she'd fallen so deeply for, and on the eve of what would be her death, she made the prophisey that she would come agine through another from her world."
Slowly he pulled out a rather familer tear-drop shaped pendent,"Do you reconize this, San?"
San gasped, teal eyes becomeing wide with suprise,"Yes--but if you have it.....then....you are...."she let the senstance hang...unable to finnish her words.
Slowly he stood up,"Hai. I am Chid, the last true prince of Freid and the gaurdian of the Wing Goddess, Seer of the Mystic Moon Hitomi Kanzaki's pendent."
A.n.-There we go. Thats one more chapter revised:)Personly I like this one a lot more then the last....the last one was just too....weak in certine events.