~ This chapter doesn't have a lot of fluff so don't worry, but I promise you in
upcoming chapters there will be serious fluff! This chapter gets the story
going.
~ Remember I don't own these characters!
The Fate of Two Worlds
By Angel_Wings
Chapter 2 ~ Future Dreams
~ Earth ~
Hitomi slowly touched her sneaker's toe and held it for several moments.
"One.....two......three......four......five!" she counted has she stretched her muscles. She
did the same process with her other foot, counting to five. She stood up and slowly
bounced from foot to foot allowing the blood to circulate better. Nearby other runners
who were nearby also stretching their limbs. They all looked like tough competitors, but
she knew she had a chance among the top three. Her eyes fell onto the round black
track. Memories flooded her minds as she remembered how she first ran into Van at
this very spot. He had been trying to kill a dragon to earn his right as King. So long ago
was that memory. "Over two years" she whispered to herself. It seemed like eternity
since the event. The memory of it always brought a fit of laughter. He had been so rude
that she had slapped. Even though it was harsh it had only brought the two closer. She
felt such a longing to see him again even if it was just a moment. If it were for a moment
she would forever treasure it. Her heart yerned to see him. How could she return to
him? Oh, if she only knew the path to take, she would take it.
She was so lost in thought she didn't hear the two people come up behind
her.
"HITOMI!!!!!" yelled someone in her ear. Hitomi jerked around angrily
rubbing her ear.
"WHAT?" she shouted back at Yukari. Hitomi and Yukari went into a
staring contest. Both were literally ready to pounce on the one who would blink.
Before one could give in a long dark haired boy stepped between the two disrupting the
contest.
"AMANO!!!!" the two girls shouted in union at the intruder. The boy
laughed hysterically, but his laughter was cut short when the two girls tackled him to the
ground. Though wiggling as much as possible he could not escape Hitomi's grasp.
Yukari took this advantage into play by tickling him. The three good friend struggled
against each other laughing happily. They hadn't have this much fun in a long time, but as
quickly as the fun had begun it quickly ceased. Yukari gave her boyfriend a playful
shove.
"Hey!" he cried protectively. Hitomi smiled at the two young lovers sadly.
She envied their happiness so badly. She wanted to be able to play those games with
the one she loved, the one that only held her heart. She wanted to be able to hold his
hand as they walked together. To look in his eyes would set her heart on fire. More
importantly she wanted to kiss him, the kiss that should have been. Yukari noticed
Hitomi's far off look and quickly grabbed her best friend's arm.
"Hitomi, look! Almost the whole school turned up for the race!" Yukari said.
She waved her free arm at the packed bleachers hoping to brighten her friend's mood.
Hitomi smile widen at the sight of so many supporters.
"So Hitomi are you ready to run and beat some butt?!" Amano asked
cheerfully at his once crush. Hitomi gave him a determined look and said, "Yeah, but
lets see if I'll beat everyone's butt." Her friends laughed at her attitude. Hitomi always
seemed to brighten up at track meets.
"Don't worry, Hitomi!" Yukari said, "No one can touch you! You'll be
across the finish line having tea by the time all those slowpokes get to that white line!"
Hitomi gave a warm smile to her friend when suddenly a buzz came over the intercoms.
"Would all runners for the 100 meters sprint get to their starting points." The
person at the microphone continued by going over the list of names of the runners and
the schools they attended. In the middle of the list was Hitomi's name. Her two friends
wished her luck before she walked over to her spot on the track. Yukari and Amano
walked arm in arm to a seat on the bleachers to watch the race.
~ Gaea ~
Three of Fanelia's best historians stood in a small room beneath the castle.
The men's faces all held white whiskers that looked like snow against their dark mud
robes. Wrinkles tugged at their fingers as they flipped the pages of extremely old books
of faded leather. Spectacles kept slipping down their pug noses as their old eyes
carefully read the yellow pages that were as wrinkled as their fingers. One of the men
continual read from one of the books outloud while another carefully made notes of
what was read. The last man was busily looking at several artifacts. Most of which that
appeared to had gone through so much that the historian could barely make out what it
had first looked like.
The room was small, but it was filled with so much that it crowded the room
giving the area barely in room to move around. There were several small tables which
were each filled with books, scrolls, artifacts, or other small items. A bookshelf was
carved into one of the room's wall's hard gray granite. Each of the shelves were packed
to the brink with items of all sizes and shape. Maps of several areas on Gaea were
stretched across the walls. Most of the maps had notes and marks scribbled on them.
The floor of white stone was well worn from the pacing of feet. The room would have
appeared disorganized to anyone else, but to the three monk-looking-men it was well
categorized. Each item was carefully placed in groups and each had a special marking
to determine its age. There were no windows for they were at least sixty feet
underground and the only ways out were two doors on opposite sides of the small
chamber.
A small door of red oak opened to a long flight of spiral stairs. These flight
of stairs led to another door of brown oak. This door led to the King's personal study
that laid next to his bed chambers. No one, but the King's most loyal friends, advisors,
and himself knew of this room for it was well hidden. The door in the study was
concealed behind one of the bookcases that swung away from the wall.
The other door was the exact same size and style of the red oak entry, but it
was of light brown oak. It opened to a long narrow tunnel that was at least a mile long in
length. A gray pathway of stone flooring led to a flight of stairs. Once you made it to the
top of those stairs you would be faced with a slanted twin doors. If you were to open
them you would find yourself outside in the Fanelian Forest about over a mile from the
castle. The doors were hidden by carefully implanting them in a slanted bluff deep within
the forest and then covering it with dirt, grass, rocks, and bushes to conceal it from
wandering eyes. The only way to open the passage was by pulling a small lever. The
lever was carefully concealed beneath a hollowed out rock on the side of the bluff.
The man reading one of the many books stuttered to a stop as his eyes fell
over several words. The other two men who had been quietly listening to the man's
voice turned to see why he stopped in mid-sentence. The reader's eyes went over the
words several times before he frowned. The other two men came behind the first man to
see what he had read. The two new pairs of eyes grew clouded as well as they tried to
decipher the words. As the three men began to get rather annoyed over what they read
the single door of the room creaked open. Three heads of whites whipped up from the
faded page to see the young King and his foster-sister Merle come into the small room.
The King wore a white long sleeve shirt that puffed at the cuffs and a royal
blue vest with gold trimming that was so long that it went to the ankles, making it appear
to be more of a cape than vest. His matching blue pants held tightly to his muscles.
Shiny black leather boots came just below his knees. The red teardrop hung around his
neck like it always did these days. Merle wore a long pink dress that hugged her slim
figure showing off her maturity. On her wrists and ankles she wore several gold
bracelets that clicked together at the slightest movement. Both had come down for their
usually morning visit to check on the historians' findings.
When Van noticed the troubled faces his eyebrows knitted together. "What
have you discovered?" he asked curious. The man that held the book shook is head
aimlessly.
"Unsure, my lord" he said as he made his way to the royal, "I was reading
this passage when I got to a section written is some unknown language. We don't
recognize the language and we have not even a clue at what it could possible mean." His
weary hand gave the tattered old book to the King in hope he might have an idea. The
red eyes of the man went over the passage, but he could not help his historians. He was
in the dark and just as confused as themselves.
Van had created this small place when rebuilding Fanelia in hope more
could be discovered about the Mystic Valley. He had gathered the best historians and
had given them an offer they couldn't refuse. Historians only had one purpose that they
loved to do and that was to study cultures. King Van was giving them the mysterious
culture of the Atlantians to study. To any historian this was like a dream come true. To
study a lost culture of great mystery was worth the world to a great historian. Their life
was built in hope of decifering an unkown group. They had eagerly accepted the
challenge and for the last two years had been working on the lost culture. It was better
than gold to them to have this chance to study this culture.
Van had also kept it a secret from the kingdom. Citizens were still
discouraged over their King being Draconian, but discovering Atlantis might cause more
fright for it was the home of his kind. When he had built the room he had trusted only
his best architects so they wouldn't speak of the room after they had finish their job. He
even made his closest friends and advisors to swear they would not speak of the place.
It was imperative that no one knew. If it was discover, people might take the throne
from him and the kingdom would be in chaos. King couldn't care less about the
postion, it was the people he cared for and only that. Only a few knew of the room and
that's was how it was going to stay.
The ebony hair on his head fell over his eyes, but the King ignored it as he
continued to scan over the passage. He read a sentence three times through, but had no
idea what it could mean. He didn't even know if it was sentence or just a line of writing.
He finally sighed in defeat as well and handed back the book.
"I fear I cannot help you, my friends" he said unhappily, "I have never seen
such language and know Merle hasn't either." His red eyes went over the small room
checking their progress.
"We've mostly been checking through the old books over on the table there"
the monk with the artifacts replied as his hand pointed to a small table covered with
many books. Van walked over to the table and looked over several books before his
eyes fell on something...... peculiar.
"Have you read this one yet?" the curious man asked as he picked up a
large book. It was a book of white leather with a large gold seal on the front of an
angel. It was so bright it almost appeared to glow in his firm hands. The writer nodded
solemnly, "Yes, but it also written in the same language. Every word is written in that
backwards tongue!" His face showed the frustration of his work over the language.
"We just don't understand though, my lord" the archives spoke. Merle
frowned confused at what he meant.
"What do you exactly mean when you say 'we just don't understand'?" she
said curiously. The man holding the book handed it over to the cat-girl. He placed his
fingers on the passage that he had read.
"The passage begins in our language at first" he began as his finger went
over the familiar dialect, "but when it gets to this paragraph it begins in a complete
different language as though some great secret is hidden behind the words." Van's and
Merle's eyes went over the passage again and widen at the find.
"There is something important in these words" Van mutters, "Something
extremely important, but what is it?"
~ somewhere deep in Gaea ~
Amongst the dark clouds in the sky of Gaea was a dark form flying silently.
Lightening and thunder rained around the floating castle of black metal giving it an evil
atmosphere. The castle had several peaks that pierced the sky making it look even
more menacing. Black metal spiked and twisted in a way giving it a look like a thorn
bush. Metal strips appeared and disappeared interwining among the metal. Just to look
at the devilish castle made every soul cringe. A hundred large propellers whirled forcing
the castle north. If you had listened carefully you might have heard silent screams and
evil laughs coming from within its dark walls.
In the largest room of the building was the throne of black twisted metal
resembling the outside of the fortress. At the moment the throne held the commander of
the fortress. All his garments were black night leather. Everything.....his sleeveless shirt,
tight pants, guadlents, and boots were all of the sinister black void. His black leather
clothes matched the seat so well that you couldn't tell where the two met. The only signs
of color were his pale skin and short blonde hair that fell over his icy blue eyes.
The room was no better looking than the man. It best resembled a black
hole for it was round and the walls were several shades of the wicked color. The few
lighted torches that hung around the rooms were just enough light to give the room a
shadowy look. Shadows plagues every nook and cranny. The room made one feel as if
the demons of Hell were lurking behind the dark shadows. The floor was of a
checkerboard design made of gray and black marble. A large skylight laid in the very
center of the room shaped in a light blue sphere that dipped into the large throne room.
The walls showed signs of seeing many things. If a soul would have talked to the walls
that stood in that room, they would have heard of satanic and sinister things that no ear
should hear. Overall the room looked like the devil himself had created it.
Across the room laid a gray table of metal also twisted like the dark throne.
It was the only other piece of furniture within the room. At the table stood a man
identical to the earlier man on the throne, identical all the way down to his dark clothes
except for he had silver hair. The silver haired man was looking through several scrolls
that laid out over the table. Most of the scrolls were extremely old and yellow that
seemed they'd fall to dust at the smallest touch. Several other scrolls of crisp, white
sheets had notes scribbled on them that referred to the older scrolls. The largest of the
scroll was a map of Gaea's western hemisphere.
The two were silent, both contemplating over the plans they had before
them. Neither had anything else on their mind. Figures, strategies, and facts repeated in
their head as they tried to decided if they had missed anything.
Suddenly two large metal doors crashed open as an angry figure burst in.
Neither of the two men looked up at the intruder, not really caring for they knew what
was coming. The newer man was no better than the other two. His face was of evil
itself and often intimidated people because of his sharp purple eyes and sliver hair, but
the thing that scared them the most was the scar that ran down his right cheek. He wore
a head piece that could best be described as a crown, but he was not even close to
royalty. He wore an evil deep red outfit that belonged to only the dragon slayers.
Black shiny armor covered most of the red fabric, but it was still easily seen. He also
wore a cape that was red on the outer side and black on the inside. He rushed to the
silver head man and slammed a fist on the metal table causing a loud "bang" to echo
throughout the shadowy room. The man near the table didn't even flinch at the noise,
but continued to exam the scrolls before him.
"WHY are we not attacking Van!" the newer man shouted at both the men.
The silver haired man remained silent, but the blonde one chuckled lightly. Dilandau
angrily growled at the man, "What is so funny? We should be attacking Van Fanel and
your laughing at me!"
The blonde got up from his throne and with his hand clasped behind his
back strode over to the angry man coolly. "Oh my dear dragon slayer, Dilandau, you
are so impatient" he said with an evil smile, "You know very well we need a certain
factor before we attack the King of Fanelia."
"What factor are you exactly implying, Kaosu?" he inquired confused.
Kaosu placed a finger on one of the scrolls reading the notes carefully.
"We need the one who can open the powers of the Atlantians" he stated his
eyes never leaving the words written. Dilandau grew even more angry at this.
"You said any Antlantian can use it! If that's so then why don't ---"
"ENOUGH!" Kaosu cut him off angrily, "I will not explain my reasons to a
pitiful soldier like yourself. As Lord of this castle I order you to respect my commands
and do what you are supposed to do!" The two glared at each other angrily neither
wavering from the icy stares that shot daggers.
"Fine!" Dilandau huffed, "I'll do what you want, but I want Van to myself!"
Kaosu's ice blue eyes glinted evilly as he spoke, "Of course, Dilandua. We
need only to wait for the seeress from the Mystic Moon. We want to give her what she
deserves for her sins. The best way to do that is to torture her by what she loves most.
Everything she holds dear will die because of her transgressions against the Zaibach
Army."
"How can you be sure she's coming anytime soon?" Dilandua's purple eyes
looked at him suspiciously.
"We know" the silver headed man who had remained quiet until now spoke,
"and that's all you need to know. The less you know the better. All you have to
concentrate on is destroying the dragon's life."
Dilandua gave an evil laugh, "Kusari, you are always straight to the point.
That's why I like you. With that little note I think I'll get ready my guymelef for
destruction." He twired around and walked out the door laughing heinously.
"Are you sure it is wise to keep him with us, brother?" the sliver haired man
asked the blonde.
"He is more a threat if he wasn't with us" he muttered as he look over a few
scrolls, "He has no force against us, but he could cause small problems like destroying
Van too early that would wreck our whole plan." The other nodded understanding.
"All will come in due time, brother" Kaosu continued a hand on his sibling's
shoulder, "The dragon and seeress will pay for the destruction to Zaibach with their
own lives."
~ Earth ~
Hitomi placed her feet against the slanted running blocks readying herself to
run the 100 meter sprint. Her fingers roughly held her up from the rough black and
white track. Taking a deep breathe she listened to the starter.
The starter held up a small pistol as he shouted the words to the runners,
"Ready......set.....'Bang'!" As soon as the shot was heard the runners bolted from their
blocks and ran down between the white lines painted on the black track.
Hitomi could only hear her steady heartbeat as it pounded in her ears. She
saw only the black road before her and her feet strained to go faster. The world was
left behind and her tunnel vision helped her escape her surroundings. Oh, how she love
the rush of running while leaving behind the emotions and tortures of her life. The
gushing of air whipped her face, but she didn't even appear to notice. Muscles in her
legs flexed at each stride she took. Pale arms swung back and forth next to her sides
pushing her onwards. All though every other runner on that track was concentrating on
winning Hitomi was the only one trying to escape her horrible reality. As she rounded
the curve that led to the finish line she got lightheaded. Her feet seemed not hit the solid
ground beneath her as her mind plunged into a familiar dark void.
"NO!" she screamed in her mind, "I don't want to see anymore! I don't want
to see any visions!" No matter how hard she tried all her efforts were in vain as she saw
the horrid foresight.
~ Vision ~
Hitomi stood in complete darkness. She was positioned upon the darkness
as though there was an invisible floor beneath her. Although she saw no one she felt the
awareness of billions of lives. Where were they? It was almost like she had went blind.
"What is this vision about?" she wondered confused, " I don't see anything." As if in
reply, she heard a million screams above her head. She swirled around and turned to the
sky of the darkness. A large world hung within the air, but she could barely make it out
for on its surface she could see thousands of faces flashing like ghosts. Each face was
screaming or crying in utter terror and after a few seconds would be replace with
another face. From old women to young children faces floated on the world's skin.
From each person on the world she felt their emotions. If it was fear, pain, or concern.
She felt it all and it was so strong that she got dizzy from it. Her hands clasped over her
ears trying to drown out the screams and cries. She begged it to stop to no prevail. It
grew so loud she thought her eardrums would bust. Falling to her knees she gave a final
cry, "STOP!" Suddenly all the faces and screaming vanished from the sky leaving the
world by itself. As soon as the silence came though a red fire exploded throughtout the
world causing it to become fiery pieces flying every which way. Suddenly the lives she
had felt from the people ceased all together. Her emerald eyes widen in horror at the
destruction and devastation. One of the fireballs came straight towards Hitomi, and the
girl screamed in fear.
~ End of Vision ~
Yukari had been cheering her best friend on with Amano during the race
when she suddenly saw Hitomi's face go blank. It was only a for a second, but the
horror and fear that played across her friend's face cause Yukari's heart to nearly stop.
Hitomi's screech cut through the air so loud that Yukari was sure everyone in the world
could have heard it. The slender form of her dear friend crumpled to the ground just
inches before the finish lines. She didn't know herself at first, but Yukari had bolted
from the stands to her unconscious friend. All the other runners had stopped when
Hitomi had screamed. They had no longer cared who won for they all knew Hitomi
well and feared the worse for her. Paramedics quickly surrounded the supposedly
injured girl as worried shouts were heard. A crowd quickly swelled around the limp
body. Yukari literally pushed through the crowd and rushed to her best friend's side
with Amano closely following. Falling on her knees next to Hitomi, Yukari began
shouting in the poor girl's face. Paramedics tried to shove Yukari away, but she
struggled against them and continued to shout out, "Hitomi! Hitomi, wake up!" She was
so desperate, her friend was in trouble and she could do nothing. It took three men in
white to pull the crying girl away from the scene. Another paramedic, a woman,
grabbed Hitomi's wrist and gasped.
All heads in that crowd stared at the woman, desperate to know how the
girl was. The woman turned towards the paramedics who were still holding the red
head girl back. "She has no pulse!" the woman cried.
~ Gaea ~
Van was talking with Merle inside the small room of the historians when he
felt himself get dizzy. He swayed back and forth a few seconds before grabbing the
nearby table for support. Merle grabbed hold of Van's other arm steadying him. The
historians looked worried at their young king.
"Lord Van~sama, what's wrong" she asked urgently.
He didn't hear her for he wondering that himself. He felt like the world was
spinning beneath his feet and he dared not take a step forward for he knew he would
only plunge towards the floor. "What's wrong with me?" he thought as he began to really
get worried. Suddenly an emotion that he knew as fear swept through his body, but he
wasn't scared. It was just there in his soul like he was.....feeling....feeling someone else's
fear. "Hitomi!" He thought just before he blacked out.
~ Well? Whatcha think? Do I write okay? This is my first fanfic so don't flame me too
bad. Please R&R! I'm dying to know what you readers think!
upcoming chapters there will be serious fluff! This chapter gets the story
going.
~ Remember I don't own these characters!
The Fate of Two Worlds
By Angel_Wings
Chapter 2 ~ Future Dreams
~ Earth ~
Hitomi slowly touched her sneaker's toe and held it for several moments.
"One.....two......three......four......five!" she counted has she stretched her muscles. She
did the same process with her other foot, counting to five. She stood up and slowly
bounced from foot to foot allowing the blood to circulate better. Nearby other runners
who were nearby also stretching their limbs. They all looked like tough competitors, but
she knew she had a chance among the top three. Her eyes fell onto the round black
track. Memories flooded her minds as she remembered how she first ran into Van at
this very spot. He had been trying to kill a dragon to earn his right as King. So long ago
was that memory. "Over two years" she whispered to herself. It seemed like eternity
since the event. The memory of it always brought a fit of laughter. He had been so rude
that she had slapped. Even though it was harsh it had only brought the two closer. She
felt such a longing to see him again even if it was just a moment. If it were for a moment
she would forever treasure it. Her heart yerned to see him. How could she return to
him? Oh, if she only knew the path to take, she would take it.
She was so lost in thought she didn't hear the two people come up behind
her.
"HITOMI!!!!!" yelled someone in her ear. Hitomi jerked around angrily
rubbing her ear.
"WHAT?" she shouted back at Yukari. Hitomi and Yukari went into a
staring contest. Both were literally ready to pounce on the one who would blink.
Before one could give in a long dark haired boy stepped between the two disrupting the
contest.
"AMANO!!!!" the two girls shouted in union at the intruder. The boy
laughed hysterically, but his laughter was cut short when the two girls tackled him to the
ground. Though wiggling as much as possible he could not escape Hitomi's grasp.
Yukari took this advantage into play by tickling him. The three good friend struggled
against each other laughing happily. They hadn't have this much fun in a long time, but as
quickly as the fun had begun it quickly ceased. Yukari gave her boyfriend a playful
shove.
"Hey!" he cried protectively. Hitomi smiled at the two young lovers sadly.
She envied their happiness so badly. She wanted to be able to play those games with
the one she loved, the one that only held her heart. She wanted to be able to hold his
hand as they walked together. To look in his eyes would set her heart on fire. More
importantly she wanted to kiss him, the kiss that should have been. Yukari noticed
Hitomi's far off look and quickly grabbed her best friend's arm.
"Hitomi, look! Almost the whole school turned up for the race!" Yukari said.
She waved her free arm at the packed bleachers hoping to brighten her friend's mood.
Hitomi smile widen at the sight of so many supporters.
"So Hitomi are you ready to run and beat some butt?!" Amano asked
cheerfully at his once crush. Hitomi gave him a determined look and said, "Yeah, but
lets see if I'll beat everyone's butt." Her friends laughed at her attitude. Hitomi always
seemed to brighten up at track meets.
"Don't worry, Hitomi!" Yukari said, "No one can touch you! You'll be
across the finish line having tea by the time all those slowpokes get to that white line!"
Hitomi gave a warm smile to her friend when suddenly a buzz came over the intercoms.
"Would all runners for the 100 meters sprint get to their starting points." The
person at the microphone continued by going over the list of names of the runners and
the schools they attended. In the middle of the list was Hitomi's name. Her two friends
wished her luck before she walked over to her spot on the track. Yukari and Amano
walked arm in arm to a seat on the bleachers to watch the race.
~ Gaea ~
Three of Fanelia's best historians stood in a small room beneath the castle.
The men's faces all held white whiskers that looked like snow against their dark mud
robes. Wrinkles tugged at their fingers as they flipped the pages of extremely old books
of faded leather. Spectacles kept slipping down their pug noses as their old eyes
carefully read the yellow pages that were as wrinkled as their fingers. One of the men
continual read from one of the books outloud while another carefully made notes of
what was read. The last man was busily looking at several artifacts. Most of which that
appeared to had gone through so much that the historian could barely make out what it
had first looked like.
The room was small, but it was filled with so much that it crowded the room
giving the area barely in room to move around. There were several small tables which
were each filled with books, scrolls, artifacts, or other small items. A bookshelf was
carved into one of the room's wall's hard gray granite. Each of the shelves were packed
to the brink with items of all sizes and shape. Maps of several areas on Gaea were
stretched across the walls. Most of the maps had notes and marks scribbled on them.
The floor of white stone was well worn from the pacing of feet. The room would have
appeared disorganized to anyone else, but to the three monk-looking-men it was well
categorized. Each item was carefully placed in groups and each had a special marking
to determine its age. There were no windows for they were at least sixty feet
underground and the only ways out were two doors on opposite sides of the small
chamber.
A small door of red oak opened to a long flight of spiral stairs. These flight
of stairs led to another door of brown oak. This door led to the King's personal study
that laid next to his bed chambers. No one, but the King's most loyal friends, advisors,
and himself knew of this room for it was well hidden. The door in the study was
concealed behind one of the bookcases that swung away from the wall.
The other door was the exact same size and style of the red oak entry, but it
was of light brown oak. It opened to a long narrow tunnel that was at least a mile long in
length. A gray pathway of stone flooring led to a flight of stairs. Once you made it to the
top of those stairs you would be faced with a slanted twin doors. If you were to open
them you would find yourself outside in the Fanelian Forest about over a mile from the
castle. The doors were hidden by carefully implanting them in a slanted bluff deep within
the forest and then covering it with dirt, grass, rocks, and bushes to conceal it from
wandering eyes. The only way to open the passage was by pulling a small lever. The
lever was carefully concealed beneath a hollowed out rock on the side of the bluff.
The man reading one of the many books stuttered to a stop as his eyes fell
over several words. The other two men who had been quietly listening to the man's
voice turned to see why he stopped in mid-sentence. The reader's eyes went over the
words several times before he frowned. The other two men came behind the first man to
see what he had read. The two new pairs of eyes grew clouded as well as they tried to
decipher the words. As the three men began to get rather annoyed over what they read
the single door of the room creaked open. Three heads of whites whipped up from the
faded page to see the young King and his foster-sister Merle come into the small room.
The King wore a white long sleeve shirt that puffed at the cuffs and a royal
blue vest with gold trimming that was so long that it went to the ankles, making it appear
to be more of a cape than vest. His matching blue pants held tightly to his muscles.
Shiny black leather boots came just below his knees. The red teardrop hung around his
neck like it always did these days. Merle wore a long pink dress that hugged her slim
figure showing off her maturity. On her wrists and ankles she wore several gold
bracelets that clicked together at the slightest movement. Both had come down for their
usually morning visit to check on the historians' findings.
When Van noticed the troubled faces his eyebrows knitted together. "What
have you discovered?" he asked curious. The man that held the book shook is head
aimlessly.
"Unsure, my lord" he said as he made his way to the royal, "I was reading
this passage when I got to a section written is some unknown language. We don't
recognize the language and we have not even a clue at what it could possible mean." His
weary hand gave the tattered old book to the King in hope he might have an idea. The
red eyes of the man went over the passage, but he could not help his historians. He was
in the dark and just as confused as themselves.
Van had created this small place when rebuilding Fanelia in hope more
could be discovered about the Mystic Valley. He had gathered the best historians and
had given them an offer they couldn't refuse. Historians only had one purpose that they
loved to do and that was to study cultures. King Van was giving them the mysterious
culture of the Atlantians to study. To any historian this was like a dream come true. To
study a lost culture of great mystery was worth the world to a great historian. Their life
was built in hope of decifering an unkown group. They had eagerly accepted the
challenge and for the last two years had been working on the lost culture. It was better
than gold to them to have this chance to study this culture.
Van had also kept it a secret from the kingdom. Citizens were still
discouraged over their King being Draconian, but discovering Atlantis might cause more
fright for it was the home of his kind. When he had built the room he had trusted only
his best architects so they wouldn't speak of the room after they had finish their job. He
even made his closest friends and advisors to swear they would not speak of the place.
It was imperative that no one knew. If it was discover, people might take the throne
from him and the kingdom would be in chaos. King couldn't care less about the
postion, it was the people he cared for and only that. Only a few knew of the room and
that's was how it was going to stay.
The ebony hair on his head fell over his eyes, but the King ignored it as he
continued to scan over the passage. He read a sentence three times through, but had no
idea what it could mean. He didn't even know if it was sentence or just a line of writing.
He finally sighed in defeat as well and handed back the book.
"I fear I cannot help you, my friends" he said unhappily, "I have never seen
such language and know Merle hasn't either." His red eyes went over the small room
checking their progress.
"We've mostly been checking through the old books over on the table there"
the monk with the artifacts replied as his hand pointed to a small table covered with
many books. Van walked over to the table and looked over several books before his
eyes fell on something...... peculiar.
"Have you read this one yet?" the curious man asked as he picked up a
large book. It was a book of white leather with a large gold seal on the front of an
angel. It was so bright it almost appeared to glow in his firm hands. The writer nodded
solemnly, "Yes, but it also written in the same language. Every word is written in that
backwards tongue!" His face showed the frustration of his work over the language.
"We just don't understand though, my lord" the archives spoke. Merle
frowned confused at what he meant.
"What do you exactly mean when you say 'we just don't understand'?" she
said curiously. The man holding the book handed it over to the cat-girl. He placed his
fingers on the passage that he had read.
"The passage begins in our language at first" he began as his finger went
over the familiar dialect, "but when it gets to this paragraph it begins in a complete
different language as though some great secret is hidden behind the words." Van's and
Merle's eyes went over the passage again and widen at the find.
"There is something important in these words" Van mutters, "Something
extremely important, but what is it?"
~ somewhere deep in Gaea ~
Amongst the dark clouds in the sky of Gaea was a dark form flying silently.
Lightening and thunder rained around the floating castle of black metal giving it an evil
atmosphere. The castle had several peaks that pierced the sky making it look even
more menacing. Black metal spiked and twisted in a way giving it a look like a thorn
bush. Metal strips appeared and disappeared interwining among the metal. Just to look
at the devilish castle made every soul cringe. A hundred large propellers whirled forcing
the castle north. If you had listened carefully you might have heard silent screams and
evil laughs coming from within its dark walls.
In the largest room of the building was the throne of black twisted metal
resembling the outside of the fortress. At the moment the throne held the commander of
the fortress. All his garments were black night leather. Everything.....his sleeveless shirt,
tight pants, guadlents, and boots were all of the sinister black void. His black leather
clothes matched the seat so well that you couldn't tell where the two met. The only signs
of color were his pale skin and short blonde hair that fell over his icy blue eyes.
The room was no better looking than the man. It best resembled a black
hole for it was round and the walls were several shades of the wicked color. The few
lighted torches that hung around the rooms were just enough light to give the room a
shadowy look. Shadows plagues every nook and cranny. The room made one feel as if
the demons of Hell were lurking behind the dark shadows. The floor was of a
checkerboard design made of gray and black marble. A large skylight laid in the very
center of the room shaped in a light blue sphere that dipped into the large throne room.
The walls showed signs of seeing many things. If a soul would have talked to the walls
that stood in that room, they would have heard of satanic and sinister things that no ear
should hear. Overall the room looked like the devil himself had created it.
Across the room laid a gray table of metal also twisted like the dark throne.
It was the only other piece of furniture within the room. At the table stood a man
identical to the earlier man on the throne, identical all the way down to his dark clothes
except for he had silver hair. The silver haired man was looking through several scrolls
that laid out over the table. Most of the scrolls were extremely old and yellow that
seemed they'd fall to dust at the smallest touch. Several other scrolls of crisp, white
sheets had notes scribbled on them that referred to the older scrolls. The largest of the
scroll was a map of Gaea's western hemisphere.
The two were silent, both contemplating over the plans they had before
them. Neither had anything else on their mind. Figures, strategies, and facts repeated in
their head as they tried to decided if they had missed anything.
Suddenly two large metal doors crashed open as an angry figure burst in.
Neither of the two men looked up at the intruder, not really caring for they knew what
was coming. The newer man was no better than the other two. His face was of evil
itself and often intimidated people because of his sharp purple eyes and sliver hair, but
the thing that scared them the most was the scar that ran down his right cheek. He wore
a head piece that could best be described as a crown, but he was not even close to
royalty. He wore an evil deep red outfit that belonged to only the dragon slayers.
Black shiny armor covered most of the red fabric, but it was still easily seen. He also
wore a cape that was red on the outer side and black on the inside. He rushed to the
silver head man and slammed a fist on the metal table causing a loud "bang" to echo
throughout the shadowy room. The man near the table didn't even flinch at the noise,
but continued to exam the scrolls before him.
"WHY are we not attacking Van!" the newer man shouted at both the men.
The silver haired man remained silent, but the blonde one chuckled lightly. Dilandau
angrily growled at the man, "What is so funny? We should be attacking Van Fanel and
your laughing at me!"
The blonde got up from his throne and with his hand clasped behind his
back strode over to the angry man coolly. "Oh my dear dragon slayer, Dilandau, you
are so impatient" he said with an evil smile, "You know very well we need a certain
factor before we attack the King of Fanelia."
"What factor are you exactly implying, Kaosu?" he inquired confused.
Kaosu placed a finger on one of the scrolls reading the notes carefully.
"We need the one who can open the powers of the Atlantians" he stated his
eyes never leaving the words written. Dilandau grew even more angry at this.
"You said any Antlantian can use it! If that's so then why don't ---"
"ENOUGH!" Kaosu cut him off angrily, "I will not explain my reasons to a
pitiful soldier like yourself. As Lord of this castle I order you to respect my commands
and do what you are supposed to do!" The two glared at each other angrily neither
wavering from the icy stares that shot daggers.
"Fine!" Dilandau huffed, "I'll do what you want, but I want Van to myself!"
Kaosu's ice blue eyes glinted evilly as he spoke, "Of course, Dilandua. We
need only to wait for the seeress from the Mystic Moon. We want to give her what she
deserves for her sins. The best way to do that is to torture her by what she loves most.
Everything she holds dear will die because of her transgressions against the Zaibach
Army."
"How can you be sure she's coming anytime soon?" Dilandua's purple eyes
looked at him suspiciously.
"We know" the silver headed man who had remained quiet until now spoke,
"and that's all you need to know. The less you know the better. All you have to
concentrate on is destroying the dragon's life."
Dilandua gave an evil laugh, "Kusari, you are always straight to the point.
That's why I like you. With that little note I think I'll get ready my guymelef for
destruction." He twired around and walked out the door laughing heinously.
"Are you sure it is wise to keep him with us, brother?" the sliver haired man
asked the blonde.
"He is more a threat if he wasn't with us" he muttered as he look over a few
scrolls, "He has no force against us, but he could cause small problems like destroying
Van too early that would wreck our whole plan." The other nodded understanding.
"All will come in due time, brother" Kaosu continued a hand on his sibling's
shoulder, "The dragon and seeress will pay for the destruction to Zaibach with their
own lives."
~ Earth ~
Hitomi placed her feet against the slanted running blocks readying herself to
run the 100 meter sprint. Her fingers roughly held her up from the rough black and
white track. Taking a deep breathe she listened to the starter.
The starter held up a small pistol as he shouted the words to the runners,
"Ready......set.....'Bang'!" As soon as the shot was heard the runners bolted from their
blocks and ran down between the white lines painted on the black track.
Hitomi could only hear her steady heartbeat as it pounded in her ears. She
saw only the black road before her and her feet strained to go faster. The world was
left behind and her tunnel vision helped her escape her surroundings. Oh, how she love
the rush of running while leaving behind the emotions and tortures of her life. The
gushing of air whipped her face, but she didn't even appear to notice. Muscles in her
legs flexed at each stride she took. Pale arms swung back and forth next to her sides
pushing her onwards. All though every other runner on that track was concentrating on
winning Hitomi was the only one trying to escape her horrible reality. As she rounded
the curve that led to the finish line she got lightheaded. Her feet seemed not hit the solid
ground beneath her as her mind plunged into a familiar dark void.
"NO!" she screamed in her mind, "I don't want to see anymore! I don't want
to see any visions!" No matter how hard she tried all her efforts were in vain as she saw
the horrid foresight.
~ Vision ~
Hitomi stood in complete darkness. She was positioned upon the darkness
as though there was an invisible floor beneath her. Although she saw no one she felt the
awareness of billions of lives. Where were they? It was almost like she had went blind.
"What is this vision about?" she wondered confused, " I don't see anything." As if in
reply, she heard a million screams above her head. She swirled around and turned to the
sky of the darkness. A large world hung within the air, but she could barely make it out
for on its surface she could see thousands of faces flashing like ghosts. Each face was
screaming or crying in utter terror and after a few seconds would be replace with
another face. From old women to young children faces floated on the world's skin.
From each person on the world she felt their emotions. If it was fear, pain, or concern.
She felt it all and it was so strong that she got dizzy from it. Her hands clasped over her
ears trying to drown out the screams and cries. She begged it to stop to no prevail. It
grew so loud she thought her eardrums would bust. Falling to her knees she gave a final
cry, "STOP!" Suddenly all the faces and screaming vanished from the sky leaving the
world by itself. As soon as the silence came though a red fire exploded throughtout the
world causing it to become fiery pieces flying every which way. Suddenly the lives she
had felt from the people ceased all together. Her emerald eyes widen in horror at the
destruction and devastation. One of the fireballs came straight towards Hitomi, and the
girl screamed in fear.
~ End of Vision ~
Yukari had been cheering her best friend on with Amano during the race
when she suddenly saw Hitomi's face go blank. It was only a for a second, but the
horror and fear that played across her friend's face cause Yukari's heart to nearly stop.
Hitomi's screech cut through the air so loud that Yukari was sure everyone in the world
could have heard it. The slender form of her dear friend crumpled to the ground just
inches before the finish lines. She didn't know herself at first, but Yukari had bolted
from the stands to her unconscious friend. All the other runners had stopped when
Hitomi had screamed. They had no longer cared who won for they all knew Hitomi
well and feared the worse for her. Paramedics quickly surrounded the supposedly
injured girl as worried shouts were heard. A crowd quickly swelled around the limp
body. Yukari literally pushed through the crowd and rushed to her best friend's side
with Amano closely following. Falling on her knees next to Hitomi, Yukari began
shouting in the poor girl's face. Paramedics tried to shove Yukari away, but she
struggled against them and continued to shout out, "Hitomi! Hitomi, wake up!" She was
so desperate, her friend was in trouble and she could do nothing. It took three men in
white to pull the crying girl away from the scene. Another paramedic, a woman,
grabbed Hitomi's wrist and gasped.
All heads in that crowd stared at the woman, desperate to know how the
girl was. The woman turned towards the paramedics who were still holding the red
head girl back. "She has no pulse!" the woman cried.
~ Gaea ~
Van was talking with Merle inside the small room of the historians when he
felt himself get dizzy. He swayed back and forth a few seconds before grabbing the
nearby table for support. Merle grabbed hold of Van's other arm steadying him. The
historians looked worried at their young king.
"Lord Van~sama, what's wrong" she asked urgently.
He didn't hear her for he wondering that himself. He felt like the world was
spinning beneath his feet and he dared not take a step forward for he knew he would
only plunge towards the floor. "What's wrong with me?" he thought as he began to really
get worried. Suddenly an emotion that he knew as fear swept through his body, but he
wasn't scared. It was just there in his soul like he was.....feeling....feeling someone else's
fear. "Hitomi!" He thought just before he blacked out.
~ Well? Whatcha think? Do I write okay? This is my first fanfic so don't flame me too
bad. Please R&R! I'm dying to know what you readers think!
