DisClaimer:I Do not Own any Charaters from escaflowne.I just wanted to
write my version of fanfiction.:0)please don't sue.:0)
rated " R " for my potty mouth.
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This is about A girl named Atrea who came to Gaea, before the great
war. She has no more family on earth, and has no direction in life.
I have aged the charaters 3 years for story line purposes. This takes
place starting 1 year before the great war.
This is my first fanfic. Please let me know what you think.
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Chapter 1: A Very Bad Day
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-In The Real World
as in dreams,
nothing is quite
what it seems.- -The Book Of Counted Sorrows-
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I sat looking out the window of the plane, not really believing i
am that high off the ground. I suppose it is really silly that I am
afraid of heights.
I am on my way to New york. The Big Apple. This will be my first
time there. Let alone my first plane ride. I can't believe i got chosen
out of millions of people to compete in the championship of weapons
combat.So here i am... Talking to myself...Again...
I know that i am good. I can certainly hold my own. I can really
win this thing if i focus hard enough. 15 people around the world the
best of the best. So why do i feel butterflies in my stomach. I know
i am nervous, but this is a little extreme,even for me.
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Yes! I am finally here. " Taxi " I call out " Hey Taxi ". Damn
these people are rude! " Taxi " i scream. Finally a taxi stops.
" where you off too, Miss? " says the driver. "Um 34th street next
to the Empire State Building, Please." My voice so quiet. " Alright
so get in the cab already" Snaps the driver. " Well you don't have
to be rude. " I retort.
I got out of the cab. Walked up to the overpriced hotel i was
supposed to stay in. Well the lobby looks like it is worth the price.
" very nice " i murmur under my breath. Until i get in to the room.
Are they serious?! This room is the size of my closet. Not worth the
400$ a night. Damn. Oh well, i am here. Might as well get some sleep
before tomorrows first competition.
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Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit. Stupid alarm, i knew i should have
thrown it off the plane! 5 A.M. . " it's ok " i calmly say. I can
still be there early. After about an hour of getting ready, I am ready
to face the world, even the rude cabdrivers. I lock up and head out
into the fresh air. Inhale, exhale. See nothing to it. So why do i
still have those butterfies in my stomach. I feel really sick. I walk
a little faster toward the " A " building. Ok I am out of breath, and
my bag feels like a ton of bricks. I better just get in there and....
Some people are shouting from behind. What the hell! What is going
on? This is going to be one of those days i can tell.
A man running toward my direction almost knocks me over. " hey
watch where your running " i scream, at his now back. What is going on
over there? More people running toward me. I grab the closest man
to me. " Hey sir, what is going on over there " I ask. " There is a man
with strange clothes holding a sword to a womans throat, he looks
crazy. " With that said, he pushs me into the brick wall and ran away.
I knew i should have stayed home. That feeling again, i feel really
sick. Everything is getting fuzzy. I bite my lip hard. Against my
better inner judgement, i decided to go see what was going on. I ran
toward the crowd of people pushing my way through, to the distrubance.
Indeed there was a man there with strange clothing holding a sword
to a womans throat.
The man was about 19 years old, wearing blue and green armor. He
is really, really handsome. He looks terrified and confused.
I asked the lady next to me if anyone knew who that guy was. She
said she had no idea, he appeared out of nowhere, and grabbed the first
person he saw. A thought had occured to me, i wonder if he was part
of the competition, clothes that strange though..... Not that i can
talk. I had a black duffel bag around neck, a long simple black dress,
and a sword at my side. I was ready for the competition all right. I
was dressed in my chosen fighting attire. A man behind me started to
push through the crowd of onlookers toward me. He grabbed my arm and
said " I bet your with that freak over there, your coming with me " .
"The Hell I am! Kindly take your hands off me or face the
consequences. " I screamed at him. I pushed him away breaking free of
his hold on my arm. He again tryed to grab arm. I calmly said to him
" I warned you." I kicked him hard in the face, knocking him down.
That made the crowd really angry. I panicked. Afterall this is making
for a really bad day. And me with a short fuse.
I really caught the attention of the crazed guy holding that woman
hostage. He yelled to me " duck " so i did. when someone says duck
you can't very well stand there looking like an idiot. Good thing too,
that same guy i kicked, was trying to punch me and missed. It was slow
motion from there. Everything i did from that point was going so very
very slow. I dropped to the ground and swept the mans feet, causing
him to fall into the crowd. I unsheathed my sword. I stated to the
crowd in a very loud voice. " I am having a very bad day, so if
you people wouldn't mind, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" The crowd grew
quiet, a deafening silence. I was so wrapped up in my anger, i had not
noticed the crazy man with the sword let his hostage go.
Someone from behind me grabbed my arms, and whispered " if you want
to live, follow my lead and you won't be harmed." I complied. I did not
want to die here. Like this. A sword was now at my neck. " My name is
Dollet, and i do not want to hurt you so please don't make any sudden
moves." He whispered in my ear. " ok " I meekly replied. I went on to
say. " My name is Atrea "
My legs grew heavy and everything felt hot again. The butterflies
from the plane now returning to my stomach. I would not pass out. This
is bad. I bit my lip, hard. I could feel a copper taste in my mouth.
I drew blood. This is all i needed. My thoughts wandering and
scattered.....
Just then a bright light engulfed me, and my would be attacker, and
we were going up. I stopped fighting the feeling of passing out and
just gave in.......
write my version of fanfiction.:0)please don't sue.:0)
rated " R " for my potty mouth.
~~~~~~~
This is about A girl named Atrea who came to Gaea, before the great
war. She has no more family on earth, and has no direction in life.
I have aged the charaters 3 years for story line purposes. This takes
place starting 1 year before the great war.
This is my first fanfic. Please let me know what you think.
~~~~~~~
-------------------
Chapter 1: A Very Bad Day
-------------------
-In The Real World
as in dreams,
nothing is quite
what it seems.- -The Book Of Counted Sorrows-
-------------------
I sat looking out the window of the plane, not really believing i
am that high off the ground. I suppose it is really silly that I am
afraid of heights.
I am on my way to New york. The Big Apple. This will be my first
time there. Let alone my first plane ride. I can't believe i got chosen
out of millions of people to compete in the championship of weapons
combat.So here i am... Talking to myself...Again...
I know that i am good. I can certainly hold my own. I can really
win this thing if i focus hard enough. 15 people around the world the
best of the best. So why do i feel butterflies in my stomach. I know
i am nervous, but this is a little extreme,even for me.
-------------------
Yes! I am finally here. " Taxi " I call out " Hey Taxi ". Damn
these people are rude! " Taxi " i scream. Finally a taxi stops.
" where you off too, Miss? " says the driver. "Um 34th street next
to the Empire State Building, Please." My voice so quiet. " Alright
so get in the cab already" Snaps the driver. " Well you don't have
to be rude. " I retort.
I got out of the cab. Walked up to the overpriced hotel i was
supposed to stay in. Well the lobby looks like it is worth the price.
" very nice " i murmur under my breath. Until i get in to the room.
Are they serious?! This room is the size of my closet. Not worth the
400$ a night. Damn. Oh well, i am here. Might as well get some sleep
before tomorrows first competition.
------------------
Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit. Stupid alarm, i knew i should have
thrown it off the plane! 5 A.M. . " it's ok " i calmly say. I can
still be there early. After about an hour of getting ready, I am ready
to face the world, even the rude cabdrivers. I lock up and head out
into the fresh air. Inhale, exhale. See nothing to it. So why do i
still have those butterfies in my stomach. I feel really sick. I walk
a little faster toward the " A " building. Ok I am out of breath, and
my bag feels like a ton of bricks. I better just get in there and....
Some people are shouting from behind. What the hell! What is going
on? This is going to be one of those days i can tell.
A man running toward my direction almost knocks me over. " hey
watch where your running " i scream, at his now back. What is going on
over there? More people running toward me. I grab the closest man
to me. " Hey sir, what is going on over there " I ask. " There is a man
with strange clothes holding a sword to a womans throat, he looks
crazy. " With that said, he pushs me into the brick wall and ran away.
I knew i should have stayed home. That feeling again, i feel really
sick. Everything is getting fuzzy. I bite my lip hard. Against my
better inner judgement, i decided to go see what was going on. I ran
toward the crowd of people pushing my way through, to the distrubance.
Indeed there was a man there with strange clothing holding a sword
to a womans throat.
The man was about 19 years old, wearing blue and green armor. He
is really, really handsome. He looks terrified and confused.
I asked the lady next to me if anyone knew who that guy was. She
said she had no idea, he appeared out of nowhere, and grabbed the first
person he saw. A thought had occured to me, i wonder if he was part
of the competition, clothes that strange though..... Not that i can
talk. I had a black duffel bag around neck, a long simple black dress,
and a sword at my side. I was ready for the competition all right. I
was dressed in my chosen fighting attire. A man behind me started to
push through the crowd of onlookers toward me. He grabbed my arm and
said " I bet your with that freak over there, your coming with me " .
"The Hell I am! Kindly take your hands off me or face the
consequences. " I screamed at him. I pushed him away breaking free of
his hold on my arm. He again tryed to grab arm. I calmly said to him
" I warned you." I kicked him hard in the face, knocking him down.
That made the crowd really angry. I panicked. Afterall this is making
for a really bad day. And me with a short fuse.
I really caught the attention of the crazed guy holding that woman
hostage. He yelled to me " duck " so i did. when someone says duck
you can't very well stand there looking like an idiot. Good thing too,
that same guy i kicked, was trying to punch me and missed. It was slow
motion from there. Everything i did from that point was going so very
very slow. I dropped to the ground and swept the mans feet, causing
him to fall into the crowd. I unsheathed my sword. I stated to the
crowd in a very loud voice. " I am having a very bad day, so if
you people wouldn't mind, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" The crowd grew
quiet, a deafening silence. I was so wrapped up in my anger, i had not
noticed the crazy man with the sword let his hostage go.
Someone from behind me grabbed my arms, and whispered " if you want
to live, follow my lead and you won't be harmed." I complied. I did not
want to die here. Like this. A sword was now at my neck. " My name is
Dollet, and i do not want to hurt you so please don't make any sudden
moves." He whispered in my ear. " ok " I meekly replied. I went on to
say. " My name is Atrea "
My legs grew heavy and everything felt hot again. The butterflies
from the plane now returning to my stomach. I would not pass out. This
is bad. I bit my lip, hard. I could feel a copper taste in my mouth.
I drew blood. This is all i needed. My thoughts wandering and
scattered.....
Just then a bright light engulfed me, and my would be attacker, and
we were going up. I stopped fighting the feeling of passing out and
just gave in.......
