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The Swords of Evanglion: Interlude/We...
This is just something to whet people's appetites and keep them at bay until I can get a real episode ready for all of my school work.

Shinji was dreaming. Thus far the dream was normal, Shinji was not aware of being asleep as people usually are when they are busy dreaming.
Although somewhere in his sleeping consciousness, Shinji was not sure whether or not this was a dream or a nightmare. He stood in a dark
place. Where once had been forest was now a desolate wasteland-- barren save the schorched, stumps of trees and rocks that lightning had
blasted into near-nothingness a long time ago.
"Do you wish to know what we are?" a voice asked Shinji. He whipped around, expecting to see someone. But all he saw all the way around was
the barren waste of a nightmare.
"Where are you?" Shinji spun around, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. "Show yourself! Let me see who speaks!"
Shinji turned once more to see a massive cloaked and hooded figure before him. He could feel the might this being wielded. Yes, almost
sense what he had suspected all along.
"You are a fallen, are you not?" Shinji swallowed a lump in his throat. The being nodded slowly.
It turned and indicated that Shinji should follow. He did so without question.

After walking for what seemed like days, yet felt like minutes, they arrived at a place where the being turned about and held up its hand.
*Stop!* Shinji stopped in his tracks.
"Why did you take me here? What are you? Who are you?" Shinji began throwing question after question at the being who made no reply. It
merely turned around again, stopped and faded away.

Shinji waited for a long time, he looked around. The place almost looked like what would have been one of the famed meeting places of the
Nordic elders. Big stones, shaped like chairs sat in a circle with something that resembled a throne in the middle. Sand moved gently about
on the ground, moved by a gentle wind.
Suddenly the wind intensified, a gust came up from nowhere and blew the sand on the ground up into little dust-devils. Shinji felt as if
someone was standing behind him. He spun around swiftly.
There it was.
The cloaked being was a head taller than Shinji, but feminine in shape, though the cloak made it hard to be sure. It held a mighty flamberge
which was wreathed in dark flames.
The angel lifted the sword slowly above its head.
Shinji grabbed for his sword, which naturally was not present (This being a dream).
Suddenly, though, his sword appeared in his hand. Shinji was too busy to wonder who had made it appear there. He just barely parried the
downward chop as he slipped into a semi-battle-rage condition. He was luckily able to hold off the berserker state, but he knew not for how
long.
"You wish to know who we are?" The cloaked figure asked Shinji in a soft feminine voice.
"Yes." replied Shinji, countering with a quick slash towards the figure's side.
"You wish to know what we want?" Parry, counter.
"Yes." Parry, thrust.
"You wish to know of us?" Evade, slash.
"Yes!" Shinji was beginning to slip fully into his battle-rage now.
The two opponents circled each other in silence, until Shinji lunged at the being with a roar of madness.
"DIIEE!" He stabbed, slashed and chopped in a maddening combo that would have resulted in certain death for any opponent but this.
Shinji made a fatal error, his last thrust overbalanced him and he went too far forward-- the figure grabbed the naked blade with its bare
hands, closed its fist and crushed the portion of the blade it held in its hands, enabling it to pull Shinji towards itself and wrapping him
in a tight embrace, pinning his arms along his sides, immobilizing him.
Shinji could now tell that this was not a Gregarious as he had thought: It was another kind of being...
Something was different. Shinji did not get the same impression as he had from the Gregarious-- it was something... different, but he could
not pinpoint it.
The being whispered in Shinji's ear as he was slowly crushed in its vice-like grip.
"We are the wakening.
We are the ones you seek.
We are the conquering.
We are the merciless.
We are the truth that is all."
Shinji was surprised at the way the soft whisper reminded him of something-- almost maternal in its tenderness, it brought back fuzzy and
garbled memories.
He looked up and with an inhuman effort Shinji composed himself and ripped off the hood of the being.
He saw... Rei.
But with green eyes and chocolate brown hair...
She looked much more mature, but the woman resembled Rei in such a strong way that Shinji was taken aback by amazement.
The woman responded swiftly to Shinji's passive state. Her green eyes and soft face hardened into a frown bordering on a scowl as she
knocked Shinji unconscious...

Shinji woke up with a start and a terrible headache.
He suddenly remembered his wierd dream and looked down to where his sword lay. he pulled out the fine longsword-- the middle portion was
crushed into a bar. Shinji could see the indentations of a woman's slender fingers.
The sending he had experienced with Ayanami and his-- father had been slightly disturbing to one with as little experience in the
supernatural as he, but this... this was disturbing in the extreme for the young temple guard, to say the least.

Misato wondered why Shinji looked as if he had only slept half of the night. But as she was about to ask him he just turned his big,
grey-blue eyes towards her and the haunted look in them was more than enough to kill her curiosity.


To be continued.