Chapter Four: Secrets
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne but I do own the characters and the plot I made up.
I ran quickly down the hall and nearly collided with my father and Alias.
"Whoa, slow down Trinity before you really smash into me," my father said in a teasing voice.
"Sorry I just don't want to be late for my sword lesson," I called behind my back as I started running again. Realizing I had forgotten something, I stopped and turned around.
"Lord DeCour," I said in a formal voice.
"Princess," Alias replied back, bowing slightly. He lifted his head and caught my eye. I smiled secretly before leaving.
I could hear the clash of metal ringing in my ear as my reflexes told me to lift my sword.
"Marcas, what is the point of this?" I whined in the dark since I was blindfolded.
"You shouldn't always depend on the pendant for battle. Concentrate and listen to the movements around you," Marcas said in a guided tone.
I stood there and closed my eyes even though I already couldn't see in the first place. I began to hear sounds I never knew existed. The swishing of the leaves and the insects chirping and I could smell a faint scent of roses nearby. I raised my sword as I felt wind rushing towards me. Marcas was charging towards me so I had to act fast. I quickly spun myself around so my sword would make contact with his.
"Clink!"
The sound was louder this time, so I knew Marcas was close by. I was debating whether to charge forward of turn around again. I went for the gut feeling and found out he was in front of me. After a few more hits, he stopped and put his sword down. I drew the blindfold from my face and wiped the sweat off my face.
"Not bad, little sister," Marcas had commented me which he rarely did so.
"I agree, not bad for a girl fighting against one of the most skilled swordsman in Fanelia."
The voice was rang a bell. I turned around and saw Vanessa Triennia appear at the doorway. She was in a pale blue dress with white trimmings on her sleeves and around her neckline. Her light brown hair hung from her face and down to her shoulders and her amber eyes set off her opal earrings.
"Vanessa, what are you doing here?" asked Marcas. He walked over and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"He is totally shocked to see her. Vanessa wasn't away that long was she?" I thought to myself while watching them talk.
"Marcas, Trinity just turned 15 and I assume she will need my advice on picking the right man," Vanessa said in an amused voice. Marcas choked violently but Vanessa didn't seem to notice and patted him on the back.
"So, are you going to tell me what's on your mind or are you going to stand there like a statue," Vanessa's voice made me snap my head around.
"Vanessa, how did you know Marcas was the one?" I asked her while hiding my face in the roses to cover my blush. Vanessa gave me a stern look and led me over to a stone bench. She met Marcas at a tournament. She was pretending to be a boy so she could enter. All was well until she fought Marcas and they have been together ever since.
"Alias and I kissed, but I'm afraid to tell Marcas and Folken because I know they will tell us not to see each other. Ugh! Annoying brothers, why do they have to be this way?" I said in a pleading voice.
"Trina, your brothers are concerned for you because they doubt Alias' commitment to you. Let's just say Marcas got this from past experiences and Folken, well he just protective of his sister." The last sentence left Vanessa's face very pale and suddenly everything came to me.
"You haven't been here for a while have you?" I said gently. There was an awkward silence before Vanessa spoke again.
"Last time I came here, your brother and I got into an argument about marriage. We both said some awful things to each other and I told him that if I didn't return, our relationship was over and if I did return, I was willing to start over."
"What changed your mind?" I asked reminding myself to give Marcas a good yell after. Vanessa paused and walked over to the rose bush.
"I was standing like this at home when I thought of how Marcas had first won my heart with a rose and how I can't give him up," she said bravely and turned to face me.
"I will talk to him," I promised Vanessa as I hugged her silencing her protest.
"Merle, have you seen Marcas?" I asked as Merle was walking past my room.
"I think he's in the library," Merle said without a backward glance.
As I approached the library, I heard voices of my mother and father arguing. I opened the door slightly and listened.
"Van, are you sure it is safe to let Trina wear the pendant?" my mother asked.
"Varena, nothing is going to happen," my father said with impatience in his voice. My father's face was grim and I could tell he was trying to hold it in.
"What if she gets visions like Hitomi did?" my mother said frightened by the thought.
"She won't, only Hitomi can get them. Sometimes I wish I didn't let her go!"
My father's words mead me gasp and I had to hold onto the door for support. My father spun to see me and my mother's face was pale as white.
"Trina, I …" my father started but I spun around and ran away. Everything was a blur to me and I somehow found myself sitting under a tree during a storm.
"How could he say such things! Does that mean my brothers and are a lie?" I thought angrily. I ran out into the rain and went to our family graveyard. I sank to my knees and began to cry.
"Grandmother, Uncle Folken! Help me understand." I begged silently. I lifted my face towards the sky and vaguely saw the mystic moon hanging among the moon.
"I don't want to be here, I want to leave," I said out loud ands then fell to the ground exhausted. Suddenly a blue light appeared and I was lifted up, up into the sky. The last thing I heard was the shouting of my brother's voice.
