I do not own The Vision Of Escaflowne. If I did, do you really think I would be a poor college student doing fanfiction? Puh-leeze. I would be working on the next installment for TV. This story has 26 chapters scripted out so far and as it progresses I make revisions; so you may want to re-read former chapters as it goes along. Also, I will try my hardest to get out one chapter a week, most likely Sunday evening; so pretend it really is on TV. But I am a college student, so there are other priorities. Thanks.

When I am done with the final revision of a chapter, I will put in this spot "FINAL REVISION".

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The Vision of Escaflowne: Return to Gaea

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~*~ Chapter 3: The Niave Soldier ~*~

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Was it all just a dream or vision? NO. It was real…I found myself on Gaea again with my friends and we encounterd a land dragon! But, somehow, my friend Vannesa managed to kill it. How did she know how to kill a Gaean land dragon? And, for the matter, how did she know to remove the energist? I wonder what fate has in store for all of us...

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      Wyeroh Gabni knew he was blessed by the gods for his family. He knew he was blessed for his family's safety after Fanelia had been destroyed. He knew he was blessed when the young King of Fanelia returned after what was being called the Gaean War to rebuild their home. He knew he was blessed when he had earned his commission into the Fanelian Royal Guard. And, today, Wyeroh Gabni knew he had been blessed by all the gods above for somehow he had survived an encounter with a land dragon.
      Members of his company had found his unconscience body near the bloody remains of a very large and very dead land dragon. Two members of the group that found him stayed with him while the rest went back to report to the general and the King. He had woken from his unintended nap to discover that the entire regiment thought him to be the dragon's slayer. He knew he had to set things right.
      As soon as he was able to stand, he went over to report what had happened to his commanding officer, who was quietly conversing with Lord Van.
      "Ah!" exclaimed General Vib as he saw Wyeroh coming towards them, "Here is the dragon slayer himself!"
      The beaming general clamped his right hand onto Wyeroh's left shoulder, nearly knocking the shaky soldier to the ground. Lord Van, on Wyeroh's right, reached out with his left hand grip Wyeroh's right shoulder, helping Wyeroh to steady himself.
      "Yes," said Lord Van, "Congratuations on ki-"
      "But, Sire, general! I didn't slay the dragon!" Wyeroh blurted out.
      "What?" snapped the general, dropping his hand from Wyeroh's shoulder as if it caught fire. "Explain yourself-NOW!"
      "I was tracking-then this woman-the dragon-its tail hi-" Wyeroh was saying, his body trenbling violently and his voice taking on a hysterical tint.
      Lord Van placed both his hands on the soldier's shoulders and gently but firmly shaked him, causing his panic-induced comments to stop.
      "Wyeroh Gabni! Wyeroh!" Lord Van said forcefully.
      Wyeroh stopped trembling, his eyes glazed over and his body started to crumble. Lord Van caught him as he fell and managed to keep his body from falling to the ground in a heap. Deftly, Lord Van eased Wyeroh to the ground to where Wyeroh was sitting on his rump.
      "General, do you have any vino with you?" Lord Van asked.
      "Uh, yes, my lord," General Vib replied. Turning, he yelled to his men to bring a bottle of vino. Another soldier came running with it.
      "Hand it to me," said Lord Van. Taking the bottle, he uncorked it and pressed the opening to Wyeroh's lips. Tipping it, he made sure Wyeroh got a mouth full and then removed the bottle and placed it on the ground with one hand while shutting Wyeroh's with the other. With his now-free other hand, he clamped it over Wyeroh's nose. The ensuing action caused Wyeroh to swallow a mouthful of vino and sent him into a coughing fit, effectively calming him down and bringing him out of his stupor.
      Still coughing, he managed to speak.
      "Thank-cough-you-cough-m'lord," coughed Wyeroh.
      Lord Van smiled, slightly.
      "Now," began Lord Van, "Why don't you start at the beginning?"

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