I Must Protect the One That is Left

Written by: Seigi no Hoshi

Slayers does not belong to me. Don't sue me because I wrote this fic, ok. Remember that I am a college student and by definition do not have much money. Don't steal the fic, either. It is mine. If you already wrote a similar fic, I am sorry, I did not know. Reviews are welcomed, but flames are regarded as a sign of immaturity and stupidity. Rated PG due to the death of Phil's wife, but the scene is not very graphic. No profanity or perversion


It is a peaceful day at the Seyruunian palace. For once, my daughters Gracia and Amelia are getting along wonderfully. My tired wife goes to her bedchamber to take a well-deserved nap while I keep an ear out for the girls, as there is no saying that an argument won't break out between them. I wish that Gracia would be a little bit nicer to her sister, but Amelia is getting to the point where she can hold her own in an argument, young as she is.

I enjoy the break from the tedium of the many documents that must be gone through. Revisions can really take it out of me. There are days that I do nothing but revisions and try to write out letters explaining my pacifistic viewpoints to neighboring kingdoms. Being royalty is not an easy life, but most of the time, it is well worth it.

I sit down with one of my favorite books and begin to read. Suddenly, I hear a couple of screams. They sound like my daughters, and the sound seems to be coming from my wife's bedchamber. Why oh why must they disturb her? Don't they know that their mom needs naps every now and then and does not like to be disturbed when napping?

I get up and walk to my wife's bedchamber. As I walk there, I see Gracia flee past me. I wonder what is up. When I get to her bedchamber, I hear little Amelia in there, now crying her eyes out. I look in the room and see my wife, dead in a pool of blood. No wonder my daughters screamed. No wonder Gracia left, and Amelia is in tears.

I do all that I can do. I pick up Amelia and try to calm her down. I tell her to go and pick out a few books that we can read together later. She leaves, and I do what I can to clean up all the blood in the room. I also order a casket for my wife. Before I leave the room, I take one last look at my lifeless wife. She is a beautiful woman, even in death. I gently kiss her forehead and leave the room to attend to Amelia.

Right then, I vow to myself that I will spend as much time with Amelia as possible. She must grow up possessing a love of justice like all good Seyruunians. Her love must be a strong as possible, for one person that does not have that love can cause tragedy, such as what I have seen today. She must be pacifistic at heart but willing to fight when necessary. I must be her teacher, her guide, so that her ideas of love, truth, and justice are pure. I know it will take time, but she is young and eager to learn.

Although my love of justice has always been strong, today it had become even stronger as I know that I cannot allow any more injustice to rip my family apart father. My strong love of justice will be an asset in teaching Amelia.

There is a small, private funeral for my wife a few days later. Gracia has still not returned and last seen leaving Seyruun. I do not expect to ever see her again. I wish that she would have stayed, but I have never had much control over what she does. I feel so sad that in such a short period of time, I lost two of the three most important people to me. I must be sure to not lose Amelia ever, as I do not know what I would do without her.