Chapter
1
Disclaimer:
eyes all watery> I don't own any anime,
not one single little bit- especially not the Slayers. Now I'm gonna go
cry, but just a few things before I do- this is my idea (wow I've
actually got an idea? that's a first), and the new character is all
mine ^_^ made her up all by myself tries to feel important> and
um, I'm having trouble deciding on a name for her. I think that's
it, for now, so please read and try to enjoy.
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Lina Inverse stared blankly at Gourry, wondered
how she ever could have gotten stuck with someone who was so stupid.
She had tried and tried to explain the legend about the wars between the
Gods and the Monsters, and eventually given up. She only half payed
attention to everything that Zelgadis was saying as he tried his luck.
Zolf and Rodimus at patiently trying to help Zelgadis, and prevent him
from losing his temper. 'So, if Rezo is after the stone, then there
is no way that we can let him have it. There's gotta be more to his
wanting the stone other than just curing his own blindness that much is
obvious- the question is what?' She sighed a weary sigh, which cause
Zelgadis to stop talking and look at her.
"Is everything alright, Lina?" he asked, concern
showing in his usually emotionless blue eyes.
"Wha'? Oh, yea, everything's fine.
Just a little tired, that's all." she replied, giving a forced weak
smile.
Gourry looked around the table and noticed that
they all looked very tired, just the same way he felt. "It's been
a really long day for all of us, why don't we all just go to sleep, and
continue in the morning?"
His companions nodded their heads in response,
and they all started to stand, when the Inn's door swung open. The
person who entered was a girl- looking to be no more than 18 at the oldest.
She was wearing clothing designed the same way as Zelgadis's, except that
her's was all black, excluding the cape which was a beautiful silver color
that sparkled in the dim light of the room, with an inside of a light blue.
The cape showed that she was a sorceress- and a very powerful one at that-
ranking 1st or 2nd house. She had her hood pulled up over her head,
hiding her face, as if she feared being recognized by anyone. The
sword that she carried with her had a golden colored hilt, with a red rose
imprinted on it, looking to be made of a ruby or some other type of rare
stone.
Lina and her companions stared at the stranger
as she gracefully walked over to the bar tender to talk to him, not looking
around at the people that she could feel staring at her, but keeping her
eyes on the wooden floor beneath her.. 'Who is she?' wondered
Lina, staring at her. Lina was sure that her friends were all wondering
the same thing.
The mysterious sorceress's frown deepened inwardly,
though she was careful not to show any emotion outwardly. Where she
came from that would get you killed. She did the best she could to
fight against the sigh of weariness that threatened to escape her.
She had traveled to this small town from a very far away place. She
was forced to go on foot, and rarely use her magic along the way, and when
it was used, it was strictly for protection. Those were the orders
that she had received, along the message for help, so she had gotten there
as fast as she could, yet always fearing that it was too late.
The bar tender stopped drying the glass for a
moment and took in every detail he could of the stranger. He knew
that she was one of the highest ranking sorceresses, simply because of
the way she was dressed. However, she looked familiar in some way,
as well as exhausted. He knew that the best thing to do would be
to give her some food and a room for the night, but it would be another
thing of wether or not she would accept his help.
Zelgadis stared, much like everyone else in the
room, then looked away. He had seen her before somewhere, but the
memory had been lost through the long hard years.
"You guys! Don't stare, it's not polite!"
he hissed at his companions, who looked away. Then they began drinking
the drinks that had arrived, and the waitress faintly informed them that
their food would be ready in a few moments. The mentioning
of the word "food" woke Lina up, and had her drooling slightly as she forgot
about being tired- she even forgot about Rezo.
When the girl reached the counter, she did not
say anything for a few minutes, she didn't even take off her hood, as would
have been a respectable thing to do. She placed her covered hands
on the counter, and rested there for a little, then spoke. When she
spoke, the room became quiet, and everyone who could hear her felt calm
and safe in her presence, and had images of grassy, beautiful, far
away and enchanted places- like those in fairy tales.
"...Uh, kunnichi-wa, sir," she said, pausing,
then she continued. "I'm...looking for a man. You should know
who he is. He owns a place quiet a long ways away from here,
to the North."
The bar tender noticed her hesitation, and many
questions popped into his mind, but only one seemed appropriate to ask.
"Well miss, I can't help you much with that description, could you be a
little more specific?"
She let out the sigh, and looked up at him.
She removed the hood from her head (the clip near the chin being a red
rose made of the same material as that of the ones on her belt, her sword
hilt, a necklace and a bracelet that she also wore, though most not visible),
revealing he long deep brown hair that shone much like her cape.
It was oddly styled- her bangs came down almost into her eyes, yet the
hair after them were longer, being cut to her chin's length, and curling
under it. Most of the hair after that was pulled back into a pony
tail, excluding hair where the side burns are, where the hair came down
to her shoulders. Her eyes were those of a hazel-green color, which
seemed to light up when she smiled. However, her eyes reveled her
weariness, showed that she had traveled a very long distance, with very
little sleep, and no relaxation. The bar tender looked into her eyes
and saw the sorrow that was there- a deep sorrow that one sees in a person
who has suffered a long and hard life, living even though those around
them seem to die off no matter what.
"...The man I'm looking for... is..."she began
to whisper, sleep trying to claim her mind and body, as well as her fear
of hearing that he was dead, or worse. The noise in the room and
continued, though people stared at her. As it was only two tables
were placed close enough to the counter to hear what she was saying, other
than the people sitting around the area. Lina and her party were
sitting at the closest table, and could hear every word.
"...I'm looking for the man know as Rezo, the
Red Priest."
