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The One I Long For
"Lord Van, it wasn't your fault," Merle said. He had been upset ever since he had came to.
Van ignored the catgirl's attempts to cheer him up. What was going to happen to her? Was she even still alive? It took all Van had not to give in to despair.
Meanwhile, on a floating fortress of Zaiboch, Serenity was still unconscious. (She's seems to be that way a lot in this story. Oh well, it goes with the plot.)
"How is she?" asked Folkien. The healer had still not given him any information on the angel's condition. He was too intrigued with the young girl.
"Lord Folkien," the healer began, "who is this girl?"
"I don't really know. She was with the Allen and his crew," Folkien replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Her wound... there's no trace of it," the healer said in bewilderment. Folkien make his way over to the mysterious girl and looked at where the gash from Dilandau's sword should be. Nothing.
"How can this be?" asked a confused Folkien.
"That's not all," he said while pulling an object that closely resembled a scalpel. He then proceeded to cut a thin line down the maiden's forearm. A few seconds after he made the cut, her skin sealed up. There wasn't even a scar.
"But... how?" asked Folkien in disbelief, eyes still on the girl. The healer merely shook his head.
"Lord Van! What do you think you're doing?!" Merle yelled. She was watching Van climb into the Escaflowne.
"I'm going after her," he replied without even looking back.
"But Lord Van!" Merle shouted. Her protest fell on deaf ears as Van was already on his way to saving his angel. Merle fell to her knees as the tears came flowing down her cheeks. "Please, be careful."
"Lord Folkien, I thought you might be interested in knowing that the girl is coming to," the healer informed. Folkien nodded his head and followed the healer back to the room where she was being kept.
"Van!" she screamed, apparently not fully awake. As her eyes came into focus, she noticed a small, gangly, old man. He was accompanied by a rather tall and somewhat handsome man. The latter had a mysterious disposition.
"How are you feeling?" the younger man asked.
"Who are you and where's Van?" she replied, completely dismissing his question.
"My name is Folkien and wherever Van is, I assure you that he is fine," was Folkien's response. "Now then, I answered your questions, so will you return the favor and answer mine?"
Serenity merely looked at him and stared. 'What is it he could possibly want to know?' she thought.
"Who are you?" Folkien asked.
"My name's Serenity," she managed to reply. 'Where's Van? Oh Van, I wish you were here!'
"Where are you from?" Folkien said.
"I don't know," she began. "Allen's men found me in the woods, unconscious. When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything." She was trying her hardest not to let her fear show.
"How are you alive?"
Serenity stared at him. "What do you mean?"
"You were stabbed. You should be dead right now," Folkien said in turn.
"Well, miracles can happen," she said as she started to remember Van and Dilandau's fight.
"Some miracle," Serenity looked at Folkien questioningly. "Serenity, you don't have a scratch on you."
Dilandau picked that moment to enter the room. "Folkien, Dornkirk wants to speak with her when she wakes up." Dilandau stopped when he realized that the beauty had her eyes on him.
"You!" she screamed. She got up and tackled him. She started hitting him furiously. "You almost killed him!"
Folkien rushed over to pry Serenity off of Dilandau. "Easy there, he won't hurt you," he said while keeping Serenity in a tight grip. She squirmed and kicked until she didn't have the energy to any more. She finally just stopped and forced Folkien to support her.
"Van," she cried. This caused a look of pure jealousy to overcome the young warrior. Folkien gathered Serenity up into his arms and took her to the room where the screen that Dornkirk used to communicate them was. Dornkirk's face was already on the screen when they arrived.
"Greetings, your Majesty," said Dornkirk. Serenity looked up at the screen.
"What are you talking about?" she finally mustered.
"No memories... that's too bad," he replied. "I was really hoping to start an alliance."
"What good could it possibly do to have me on your side?" Serenity questioned. "What do you know about me?"
"I know you're not from this world. I also know that you're not mortal."
"What do you mean, I'm not mortal?" she no longer even tried to conceal her confusion.
"You are a girl of many mysteries. Your aura hides your secrets, even from me," Dornkirk replied. "The only thing I know for sure is that you are not supposed to be here."
"I'm not supposed to be here?" Serenity's eyes grew wide and her breathing became rapid and uneven.
*Flashback*
The same girl from her past visions was now smiling back at her. This time she looked somewhat older and wiser, although her beauty was still untouched. Her brow was adorned with a crown. There was a small child holding her hand that looked remarkably like her. The little girl, however, had cotton candy colored hair and crimson eyes. They were both beaming.
*End of Flashback*
'Who is she? Is she related to me?' she wondered.
"I don't want to be here anymore," she finally said. Realizing that no one was showing any signs of acknowledging her remark, she got up and headed to the door. Dilandau stepped in front of her. She continued to stare right at the door, her gaze never faltering. "Let me pass,"
Dilandau did not budge.
"I said I want to leave!" she yelled. Her voice had a regal touch to it that was intimidating. Dilandau looked down at the angry goddess and saw a faint silver glow. Her crystal that she wore was the source of the light. Dilandau gasped but still made no move to get out of her way.
"Please, Serenity, allow me to escort you to your new quarters," came Folkien's voice. She turned and glared at him icily. The look really didn't fit her usual cheery nature.
"Fine," was all she said. Dornkirk's image was soon the only thing one left in the room.
"She's very strong. Power radiates off of her. Who could this mysterious angel be?" The screen soon went black and Dornkirk's image was no more.
On the way to Serenity's room, one of Dilandau's soldiers came to inform them that the Dragon was attacking the fortress.
"Dragon?" asked Serenity.
"The Escaflowne," Folkien explained.
'Escaflowne?' Serenity wondered but then her expression changed to realization. 'Van!'
Folkien led Serenity to a window to watch the battle unfold. Van was doing exceptionally well. It wasn't like Van was controlling a machine; it was as if he and Escaflowne were one in the same.
"Well, little brother," Folkien said, "what took you so long?"
"Van's your brother?" Serenity asked and was answered by a slight nod.
More and more guymelefs started to attack Van. It seemed as if their numbers were endless. 'I'll never save her if this keeps up!' Van mentally shouted. It was true. He was winning... but for how long?
The Dragon Slayers surrounded Escaflowne. The swarmed Van without mercy. Van was able to dodge and block all of his pursuers, until one happened to catch him off guard. The metal tentacles drove deeply into the guymelef, and because of the unique bond between Van and the Escaflowne, the same wound was bestowed upon Van. Van winced as he lost control of the legendary dragon. It tumbled to the ground, sending Serenity into hysterics. The youthful soldiers used their guymelefs to transport the Escaflowne into the Zaiboch fortress.
"Take me to him!" Anger coursed through her veins.
"As you wish, fair Serenity. Let us visit my brother," Folkien replied.
They finally reached an extremely large area where the mystical guymelef was being kept. They had already taken the young king out. He form was now outstretched on a shaggy looking cot. The same old man that she had met when she first woke up was leaning over the boy, who was obviously in a great deal of pain.
"Van!" she cried as she ran to kneel beside him.
"Serenity?" he asked gruffly. He briefly opened his eyes and gave her a faint smile before he was once again taken over by agony.
"Do something!" she screamed to the healer.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. I can't get him to stop bleeding." The old man sighed and cast his gaze to the ground. Serenity turned on him, grabbing his shirt collar and shaking him furiously.
"What do you mean there's nothing you can do?! What kind of healer are you?!" she exclaimed. The man's eyes went wide in fear.
"I... I..." he stuttered. Serenity, seeing that he really couldn't help, through herself on Van's shivering form. His crimson shirt became soaked with salty tears.
'What do I do now?' Serenity thought. 'Isn't there anyone out there that can help me?' She continued to sob into the chest of the man that was shaking so violently. Serenity's crystal surrounded her with the warm silvery light that had comforted her so many times in the past, even if she did not remember. Her lifted her form and forced her upright. Panic had flooded the hearts of the soldiers, but it was soon replaced by a feeling of total bliss. The light filled the room, destroying every last inch of darkness. The great Escaflowne was restored to its former glory. Van's blood and wounds magically dissolved.
Then, the guymelef did the unthinkable, it slowly kneeled and bowed its head to the ever powerful, goddess.
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Well, what'd you think? Another chapter out! Lots more is yet to come!
Please review!
~Serenity~
The One I Long For
"Lord Van, it wasn't your fault," Merle said. He had been upset ever since he had came to.
Van ignored the catgirl's attempts to cheer him up. What was going to happen to her? Was she even still alive? It took all Van had not to give in to despair.
Meanwhile, on a floating fortress of Zaiboch, Serenity was still unconscious. (She's seems to be that way a lot in this story. Oh well, it goes with the plot.)
"How is she?" asked Folkien. The healer had still not given him any information on the angel's condition. He was too intrigued with the young girl.
"Lord Folkien," the healer began, "who is this girl?"
"I don't really know. She was with the Allen and his crew," Folkien replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Her wound... there's no trace of it," the healer said in bewilderment. Folkien make his way over to the mysterious girl and looked at where the gash from Dilandau's sword should be. Nothing.
"How can this be?" asked a confused Folkien.
"That's not all," he said while pulling an object that closely resembled a scalpel. He then proceeded to cut a thin line down the maiden's forearm. A few seconds after he made the cut, her skin sealed up. There wasn't even a scar.
"But... how?" asked Folkien in disbelief, eyes still on the girl. The healer merely shook his head.
"Lord Van! What do you think you're doing?!" Merle yelled. She was watching Van climb into the Escaflowne.
"I'm going after her," he replied without even looking back.
"But Lord Van!" Merle shouted. Her protest fell on deaf ears as Van was already on his way to saving his angel. Merle fell to her knees as the tears came flowing down her cheeks. "Please, be careful."
"Lord Folkien, I thought you might be interested in knowing that the girl is coming to," the healer informed. Folkien nodded his head and followed the healer back to the room where she was being kept.
"Van!" she screamed, apparently not fully awake. As her eyes came into focus, she noticed a small, gangly, old man. He was accompanied by a rather tall and somewhat handsome man. The latter had a mysterious disposition.
"How are you feeling?" the younger man asked.
"Who are you and where's Van?" she replied, completely dismissing his question.
"My name is Folkien and wherever Van is, I assure you that he is fine," was Folkien's response. "Now then, I answered your questions, so will you return the favor and answer mine?"
Serenity merely looked at him and stared. 'What is it he could possibly want to know?' she thought.
"Who are you?" Folkien asked.
"My name's Serenity," she managed to reply. 'Where's Van? Oh Van, I wish you were here!'
"Where are you from?" Folkien said.
"I don't know," she began. "Allen's men found me in the woods, unconscious. When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything." She was trying her hardest not to let her fear show.
"How are you alive?"
Serenity stared at him. "What do you mean?"
"You were stabbed. You should be dead right now," Folkien said in turn.
"Well, miracles can happen," she said as she started to remember Van and Dilandau's fight.
"Some miracle," Serenity looked at Folkien questioningly. "Serenity, you don't have a scratch on you."
Dilandau picked that moment to enter the room. "Folkien, Dornkirk wants to speak with her when she wakes up." Dilandau stopped when he realized that the beauty had her eyes on him.
"You!" she screamed. She got up and tackled him. She started hitting him furiously. "You almost killed him!"
Folkien rushed over to pry Serenity off of Dilandau. "Easy there, he won't hurt you," he said while keeping Serenity in a tight grip. She squirmed and kicked until she didn't have the energy to any more. She finally just stopped and forced Folkien to support her.
"Van," she cried. This caused a look of pure jealousy to overcome the young warrior. Folkien gathered Serenity up into his arms and took her to the room where the screen that Dornkirk used to communicate them was. Dornkirk's face was already on the screen when they arrived.
"Greetings, your Majesty," said Dornkirk. Serenity looked up at the screen.
"What are you talking about?" she finally mustered.
"No memories... that's too bad," he replied. "I was really hoping to start an alliance."
"What good could it possibly do to have me on your side?" Serenity questioned. "What do you know about me?"
"I know you're not from this world. I also know that you're not mortal."
"What do you mean, I'm not mortal?" she no longer even tried to conceal her confusion.
"You are a girl of many mysteries. Your aura hides your secrets, even from me," Dornkirk replied. "The only thing I know for sure is that you are not supposed to be here."
"I'm not supposed to be here?" Serenity's eyes grew wide and her breathing became rapid and uneven.
*Flashback*
The same girl from her past visions was now smiling back at her. This time she looked somewhat older and wiser, although her beauty was still untouched. Her brow was adorned with a crown. There was a small child holding her hand that looked remarkably like her. The little girl, however, had cotton candy colored hair and crimson eyes. They were both beaming.
*End of Flashback*
'Who is she? Is she related to me?' she wondered.
"I don't want to be here anymore," she finally said. Realizing that no one was showing any signs of acknowledging her remark, she got up and headed to the door. Dilandau stepped in front of her. She continued to stare right at the door, her gaze never faltering. "Let me pass,"
Dilandau did not budge.
"I said I want to leave!" she yelled. Her voice had a regal touch to it that was intimidating. Dilandau looked down at the angry goddess and saw a faint silver glow. Her crystal that she wore was the source of the light. Dilandau gasped but still made no move to get out of her way.
"Please, Serenity, allow me to escort you to your new quarters," came Folkien's voice. She turned and glared at him icily. The look really didn't fit her usual cheery nature.
"Fine," was all she said. Dornkirk's image was soon the only thing one left in the room.
"She's very strong. Power radiates off of her. Who could this mysterious angel be?" The screen soon went black and Dornkirk's image was no more.
On the way to Serenity's room, one of Dilandau's soldiers came to inform them that the Dragon was attacking the fortress.
"Dragon?" asked Serenity.
"The Escaflowne," Folkien explained.
'Escaflowne?' Serenity wondered but then her expression changed to realization. 'Van!'
Folkien led Serenity to a window to watch the battle unfold. Van was doing exceptionally well. It wasn't like Van was controlling a machine; it was as if he and Escaflowne were one in the same.
"Well, little brother," Folkien said, "what took you so long?"
"Van's your brother?" Serenity asked and was answered by a slight nod.
More and more guymelefs started to attack Van. It seemed as if their numbers were endless. 'I'll never save her if this keeps up!' Van mentally shouted. It was true. He was winning... but for how long?
The Dragon Slayers surrounded Escaflowne. The swarmed Van without mercy. Van was able to dodge and block all of his pursuers, until one happened to catch him off guard. The metal tentacles drove deeply into the guymelef, and because of the unique bond between Van and the Escaflowne, the same wound was bestowed upon Van. Van winced as he lost control of the legendary dragon. It tumbled to the ground, sending Serenity into hysterics. The youthful soldiers used their guymelefs to transport the Escaflowne into the Zaiboch fortress.
"Take me to him!" Anger coursed through her veins.
"As you wish, fair Serenity. Let us visit my brother," Folkien replied.
They finally reached an extremely large area where the mystical guymelef was being kept. They had already taken the young king out. He form was now outstretched on a shaggy looking cot. The same old man that she had met when she first woke up was leaning over the boy, who was obviously in a great deal of pain.
"Van!" she cried as she ran to kneel beside him.
"Serenity?" he asked gruffly. He briefly opened his eyes and gave her a faint smile before he was once again taken over by agony.
"Do something!" she screamed to the healer.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. I can't get him to stop bleeding." The old man sighed and cast his gaze to the ground. Serenity turned on him, grabbing his shirt collar and shaking him furiously.
"What do you mean there's nothing you can do?! What kind of healer are you?!" she exclaimed. The man's eyes went wide in fear.
"I... I..." he stuttered. Serenity, seeing that he really couldn't help, through herself on Van's shivering form. His crimson shirt became soaked with salty tears.
'What do I do now?' Serenity thought. 'Isn't there anyone out there that can help me?' She continued to sob into the chest of the man that was shaking so violently. Serenity's crystal surrounded her with the warm silvery light that had comforted her so many times in the past, even if she did not remember. Her lifted her form and forced her upright. Panic had flooded the hearts of the soldiers, but it was soon replaced by a feeling of total bliss. The light filled the room, destroying every last inch of darkness. The great Escaflowne was restored to its former glory. Van's blood and wounds magically dissolved.
Then, the guymelef did the unthinkable, it slowly kneeled and bowed its head to the ever powerful, goddess.
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Well, what'd you think? Another chapter out! Lots more is yet to come!
Please review!
~Serenity~