Ok, this really sucks; I am going through writer's block right now, so I am apologizing beforehand for this chapter. Many people, well, of those who actually read my crap, are not going to be happy with what happens in this chapter--all I shall say is that a [main] character dies.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne. I own Pompeii and the whole Faery of the Mist thing (including EvE from one of Spazoid's stories) so no one can take them! Not like anyone would want to…. I'm shutting up now…kinda…
"Now is the time to attack." The screen blurred slightly. "You have an hour to have all units assembled and precisely on the hour I want the battle to begin." And then went black.
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After giving the orders needed, Folken stalked back to his quarters, finding Pompeii flying around the room nervously. Her butterfly wings were beating so rapidly that there was a cool, steady breeze in the room; she was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice Folken enter.
Folken cleared his throat, startling Pompeii so badly that when she spun to look at him, she let her wings stop beating and fell to the marble floor with a good THUD.
"Well, I feel like an ass…" Pompeii shook her head. Folken looked rather dumbfounded. "Weren't expecting that, were you?" Folken just stared. "Neither was I."
Pompeii stood up, brushed off her tan leather skirt and tank. Her matching knee-high boots made no sound as she walked across the chamber to Folken, and stood in front of him. Folken was a good foot taller than Pompeii, causing her to look up at him.
"Why?" she asked.
Folken blinked once, not quite understanding. "Why what?"
"Why are you doing this? What is the need? Fighting your own brother over peace. Fighting for peace. What sense does that make?" her lime eyes flashed, then Pompeii sighed heavily. She began to pace back and forth in from of Folken, muttering to herself.
Suddenly, she stops just in front of him, looking into his ruby eyes. "Do what you want." Her voice was icy and her age had seeped into it. "See where it gets you."
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Cities were in flames. Men were dead. And yet the battle had only begun. Van was cutting down guymeleufs left and right. Nothing was going to stop him from winning this battle. So he thought.
Only moments after defeating his third Dragon Slayer, the young king spots Hitomi only seventy-five yards away from him. His red eyes go wide. No. What is she doing here? She's going to get herself…
Before Van could finish his thought, Hitomi slumped to the ground, a pool of blood growing from her. A Crima-claw had shot right through her.
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Pompeii stood in Folken's chambers, watching the battle below her. This is sickening. She thought. The faery was so disgusted with the battle that she wouldn't go with Folken to the Main Deck. Nothing she could say would change anything. What is to come shall show just how wonderful battle is.
See? I told you it would be bad!! And please don't burn me at the stake for killing Hitomi--this is only a story--and I could have gone into detail about what she felt as she died, etc. but that would have been just plain mean. Please review this. PLEASE!!! *Gives you the big puppy-dog eyes* and if you want to give any suggestions, I shall do my best to add them (i.e. want to see more of a character or something). Thank you!
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