*Slayers Mystic*
Ep 3
More! Company!
The trio rests below the trees after a long, long walk from Leaping
Dolphins Inn.
"What? There are no more food left?" Lina shrieks. "Alright--who's
the wise guy? Who ate all our provisions? Did you?" she swirls around
and stares accusingly at the blond man.
"What me?" Gourry protests immediately. "I didn't even _know_ we had
provisions! If I did, I would have eaten all of it up."
"Vee?" Lina turns to the blond girl next.
Vee goes red-faced straightaway, "Well, er..."
"What??"
"Well, the porridge and the chicken wasn't actually enough. So I
took the liberty of helping myself."
"What?" Lina raves.
"Oh, don't blame me! I can't help it," Vee adds quickly. "After all,
I am my parents' daughter."
"I didn't know huge appetite is hereditary," Gourry intercepts.
"It isn't," growls Lina.
"But travelling and having so much adventure in my days like you does.
Therefore it is hereditary," explains Vee.
"Oh, you make all the impossible seem possible," Lina looks at her
daughter.
"Well, because it is," Vee replies.
"Help!" a voice echoes around them.
"What's..." before Lina could finish her sentence, Vee has already
bound off to search for the person. Lina and Gourry quickly follows.
----
"So, I'm going to kill you," the head bandit finishes his sentence.
"No! No! Please don't!" the terrified trader begs.
The head bandit holds his sword high above the trader's head.
"Stop!" shouts a voice from up above. A young teenage girl, clothed
in white stands on one of the branches. "I am a Defender of Good!
You are evil and I..."
"What will you do, little girl?" the head bandit sneers. His fellow
bandits looked menacingly at the girl.
"Pacifist Punch!" The girl hollers as she jumps from the tree, with
her fist brought back, poised to strike the robber's face...and she lands
on the trader. "Oops!" she says, as the bandits begins to close on to
her.
"Amelia!" A voice rings out. Lina and Gourry appears.
"Lina!" Amelia looks relieved.
Another voice cuts through the air, "I am a Defender of Good!"
"Not another one!" the bandit leader smiles with amusement as he watches
Vee atop a tree.
"Get down from there!" Lina yells at Vee. "Before you fall!"
"Pacifist...CRUSH!" Vee leaps from the tree, landing on the bandit
leader and begins jumping up and down onto him.
"Gerrof!" cries the leader and the rest of the bandits grab Vee.
"Hey!" cries Vee.
"I've had enough!" Lina announces. She raises an eyebrow at Gourry. "Well, Gourry?"
"Right Lina," Gourry replies.
Lina raises her hands, "Fireball!", blasting half of the horde into the sky, while
Gourry slashes his way impressively. When they are done, the trader picks himself
up and runs away from the group without so much of a thanks.
"Well, that's gratitude to us from him," Gourry remarks.
"Oh thanks, Miss Lina!" squeals Amelia.
"Hmm...why didn't you use any magic, like raywing or something?" asks Lina.
"Oh, it's that..." Amelia glances at Gourry, red with embarrassment.
"Time of the month. I see," Lina answers for Amelia.
"Hi, you must be Princess Amelia!" Vee gushed as she gazes at the younger girl. "I'm
Vee Gabriev."
Amelia frowns, "How did you know?"
"Well, you're my go..."
"Er," Lina steps on Vee's foot. "She's a cousin of Gourry. I suppose Gourry told
her all about you."
"Why, Mister Gourry, I didn't know you _had_ a cousin."
"Well," Gourry hesitated, then before Lina could stomp his foot, quickly said, "Sure
I do. She's coming adventuring with us."
"For a while," Vee adds. "To get my mind off some things."
"Well, that's good, cos the more is merrier," Amelia says. "And it's getting more
merrier."
"What do you mean?" Lina asks.
"I'm joining all of you!" Amelia grins.
---
She massages her temples deftly, unknotting the muscle caused by too much
thinking. The Balance was getting undone. She could feel it.Generations
of families are already reported to have disappeared overnight --they no
longer exist. People claiming about war that started long ago. Chaos has
begun to stir as families babble and quarrel about vendettas that should
not have existed at all. It is all too much.
"Are you alright?" asks a concerned voice. Yes...it is her Companion, the
Blue Sorceror...Her advisor on the matter.
"No," she makes no effort to pretend that she is the strong independent
queen she used to be. Dark eyes from the Companion flickers with uncertainty--
surely something is wrong...and so she asks, "What is it, Blue Sorceror?"
"His majesty. He has not been back for a long time. It _is_ quite untimely
for him to go on a pilgrimage when the fate of our world..."
"The fate of our world rest upon me, Zel..." she says. _There_, she has said
his true name...not the formalities like 'Companion' or 'Blue Sorceror'. The
words have too many syllables and every breath is precious.
"But..."
"How fares my daughter?"
"She is well--as usual. Performing her simple duties...weaving, etcetra,
etcetra and completely unknown to the danger that besieges us all."
"Not _her_."
"Oh you mean the other..."
"Yes," the queen sighs.
"If she is doing what she should do, people won't disappear. But if..."
"I know, I know, I should have sent Charity with her. But Time travel is a
complicated thing. Do you know of Paradox and..."
"And you don't want your _real_ daughter's life in danger or her pursuing
danger," Zel's words are punctuated with hurt. "Victory is my goddaughter as
much as she is yours. I believe that sometimes, you just..." Zelgadiss halts.
"Just what?"
"Amelia," he says gently and firmly as he looks at his long time friend. "You
don't treat them equally. Victory loves danger as her mother does. We both know
that. But haven't you ever wondered whether Charity would want to get involved
in saving the world too? Do you _know_ that she is jealous that Victory is being
given that freedom and she is not?"
"She's not that type," Amelia replies softly.
"You never gave her a chance. Let her try, Amelia."
"I will prove it to you," a new voice cut through the air. Charity stood stiffly
at the doorway. Her blue eyes glinted with pride and stubborness. Amelia gapes,
looking at her daughter's posture. Somehow, Charity reminds her of her younger
self. "I will prove that I am worthy of Saillune and the world. For I am the
Defender of Good."
----
To be continued.
Ep 3
More! Company!
The trio rests below the trees after a long, long walk from Leaping
Dolphins Inn.
"What? There are no more food left?" Lina shrieks. "Alright--who's
the wise guy? Who ate all our provisions? Did you?" she swirls around
and stares accusingly at the blond man.
"What me?" Gourry protests immediately. "I didn't even _know_ we had
provisions! If I did, I would have eaten all of it up."
"Vee?" Lina turns to the blond girl next.
Vee goes red-faced straightaway, "Well, er..."
"What??"
"Well, the porridge and the chicken wasn't actually enough. So I
took the liberty of helping myself."
"What?" Lina raves.
"Oh, don't blame me! I can't help it," Vee adds quickly. "After all,
I am my parents' daughter."
"I didn't know huge appetite is hereditary," Gourry intercepts.
"It isn't," growls Lina.
"But travelling and having so much adventure in my days like you does.
Therefore it is hereditary," explains Vee.
"Oh, you make all the impossible seem possible," Lina looks at her
daughter.
"Well, because it is," Vee replies.
"Help!" a voice echoes around them.
"What's..." before Lina could finish her sentence, Vee has already
bound off to search for the person. Lina and Gourry quickly follows.
----
"So, I'm going to kill you," the head bandit finishes his sentence.
"No! No! Please don't!" the terrified trader begs.
The head bandit holds his sword high above the trader's head.
"Stop!" shouts a voice from up above. A young teenage girl, clothed
in white stands on one of the branches. "I am a Defender of Good!
You are evil and I..."
"What will you do, little girl?" the head bandit sneers. His fellow
bandits looked menacingly at the girl.
"Pacifist Punch!" The girl hollers as she jumps from the tree, with
her fist brought back, poised to strike the robber's face...and she lands
on the trader. "Oops!" she says, as the bandits begins to close on to
her.
"Amelia!" A voice rings out. Lina and Gourry appears.
"Lina!" Amelia looks relieved.
Another voice cuts through the air, "I am a Defender of Good!"
"Not another one!" the bandit leader smiles with amusement as he watches
Vee atop a tree.
"Get down from there!" Lina yells at Vee. "Before you fall!"
"Pacifist...CRUSH!" Vee leaps from the tree, landing on the bandit
leader and begins jumping up and down onto him.
"Gerrof!" cries the leader and the rest of the bandits grab Vee.
"Hey!" cries Vee.
"I've had enough!" Lina announces. She raises an eyebrow at Gourry. "Well, Gourry?"
"Right Lina," Gourry replies.
Lina raises her hands, "Fireball!", blasting half of the horde into the sky, while
Gourry slashes his way impressively. When they are done, the trader picks himself
up and runs away from the group without so much of a thanks.
"Well, that's gratitude to us from him," Gourry remarks.
"Oh thanks, Miss Lina!" squeals Amelia.
"Hmm...why didn't you use any magic, like raywing or something?" asks Lina.
"Oh, it's that..." Amelia glances at Gourry, red with embarrassment.
"Time of the month. I see," Lina answers for Amelia.
"Hi, you must be Princess Amelia!" Vee gushed as she gazes at the younger girl. "I'm
Vee Gabriev."
Amelia frowns, "How did you know?"
"Well, you're my go..."
"Er," Lina steps on Vee's foot. "She's a cousin of Gourry. I suppose Gourry told
her all about you."
"Why, Mister Gourry, I didn't know you _had_ a cousin."
"Well," Gourry hesitated, then before Lina could stomp his foot, quickly said, "Sure
I do. She's coming adventuring with us."
"For a while," Vee adds. "To get my mind off some things."
"Well, that's good, cos the more is merrier," Amelia says. "And it's getting more
merrier."
"What do you mean?" Lina asks.
"I'm joining all of you!" Amelia grins.
---
She massages her temples deftly, unknotting the muscle caused by too much
thinking. The Balance was getting undone. She could feel it.Generations
of families are already reported to have disappeared overnight --they no
longer exist. People claiming about war that started long ago. Chaos has
begun to stir as families babble and quarrel about vendettas that should
not have existed at all. It is all too much.
"Are you alright?" asks a concerned voice. Yes...it is her Companion, the
Blue Sorceror...Her advisor on the matter.
"No," she makes no effort to pretend that she is the strong independent
queen she used to be. Dark eyes from the Companion flickers with uncertainty--
surely something is wrong...and so she asks, "What is it, Blue Sorceror?"
"His majesty. He has not been back for a long time. It _is_ quite untimely
for him to go on a pilgrimage when the fate of our world..."
"The fate of our world rest upon me, Zel..." she says. _There_, she has said
his true name...not the formalities like 'Companion' or 'Blue Sorceror'. The
words have too many syllables and every breath is precious.
"But..."
"How fares my daughter?"
"She is well--as usual. Performing her simple duties...weaving, etcetra,
etcetra and completely unknown to the danger that besieges us all."
"Not _her_."
"Oh you mean the other..."
"Yes," the queen sighs.
"If she is doing what she should do, people won't disappear. But if..."
"I know, I know, I should have sent Charity with her. But Time travel is a
complicated thing. Do you know of Paradox and..."
"And you don't want your _real_ daughter's life in danger or her pursuing
danger," Zel's words are punctuated with hurt. "Victory is my goddaughter as
much as she is yours. I believe that sometimes, you just..." Zelgadiss halts.
"Just what?"
"Amelia," he says gently and firmly as he looks at his long time friend. "You
don't treat them equally. Victory loves danger as her mother does. We both know
that. But haven't you ever wondered whether Charity would want to get involved
in saving the world too? Do you _know_ that she is jealous that Victory is being
given that freedom and she is not?"
"She's not that type," Amelia replies softly.
"You never gave her a chance. Let her try, Amelia."
"I will prove it to you," a new voice cut through the air. Charity stood stiffly
at the doorway. Her blue eyes glinted with pride and stubborness. Amelia gapes,
looking at her daughter's posture. Somehow, Charity reminds her of her younger
self. "I will prove that I am worthy of Saillune and the world. For I am the
Defender of Good."
----
To be continued.