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Escaflowne. I do own Jewel, so if you wish to use her, please ask me!!!
Chapter Three: Questions and Answers
Dilandau led Jewel through a labyrinth lit by touches mounted on the walls. The flames gave off very little light and also gave the labyrinth an eerie feeling. Dull, dark gray stones with occasional dark rust colored stains made up the floor, celing and walls. The sights might not have been very good, but the temperature in the halls was absolutely freezing. If you didn't have the right clothing on, you could've easily died of frostbite in the halls.
But Jewel didn't take any notice of the temperature, and barely even noticed the sights. She knew-in some part of her mind-that when the time came she would remember absolutely everything that she needed. She had remembered things from long ago when she needed them, and even then she fought she wouldn't need the information.
As Jewel and Dilandau walked, their footsteps echoed eerily along the halls. Jewel could feel the skin rise in the back of her neck. She could feel goose bumps forming on her skin. She could almost feel the blood rushing through her veins slowing down, coming to almost a complete halt. But she wasn't worried about dying in a labyrinth, with questions unanswered.
She was more worried about her life, and what she would do. Her mind scurried and scampered, figuring out things before they would happen. If Dilandau was taking her to his leader, or king, then she would either get her questions answered or be killed on the spot.
But if she played her cards right, she just might be able to stay with this Zaibach place. At least then she would have better shelter and food then out in the wild, in a place she didn't even know. The reasonable part of Jewel's brain said that she was still on Earth, probably in some wacko military base in Russia or some other deserted land.
And the other part of Jewel's brain-the one she listened to most often- told her that she wasn't on Earth anymore, and that she better stick to the plan that was already formed. Suddenly they came to a halt. Jewel looked up and saw that there was a big, solid oak door in front of them. Dilandau pushed the door open and strode in as if this was something he did everyday.
Jewel hovered just outside the open door. She didn't like what she was feeling just then. Total mistrust and caution. Jewel almost never felt caution on a conscious level. And that's what made her became very, very weary at that second.
After a few seconds outside, Jewel followed Dilandau into the room. Inside was the same décor, dark gray stone walls, celing and floor. The room itself contained one solid wood desk, a wood chair and three bookshelves crammed full of books. The books Jewel avoided, they were colorful and were in every size. From books that would've fitted in the palm of your hand to books as big as your whole arm. And they all had titles in an unfamiliar language.
Suddenly the reasonable part of Jewel's brain kicked in. Must be Russian or Chinese, some language like that, it said. Yeah right. Jewel forced back that part of her brain and approached the desk where a dark figure sat. She couldn't see it's face, but she knew by the silhouette that it was a muscular man.
"Ah Dilandau, I see you brought me your prison. No doubt she wanted answers," he said. His voice was deep and held a note of power in it.
"Yes. And hurry it up with the answers, I don't want to take all day with it. Oh, and keep it simple, I don't think her puny little brain can take more then five letter sentences." Dilandau sneered.
"I'll fend for myself, thank you very much. Now, I want to know where I am." Jewel said without emotion. If she didn't show them any emotion, she knew they wouldn't be able to tell what she was feeling.
"You are on a planet that the almighty god, Zeus, created over ten thousand years ago. He created this planet for the gods, who were dying on Earth, to come and live in peace. All the gods did, and of course they mated. But the children weren't other gods, they were born with the essence of this new planet in them. Soon they grew and split, matting with others and creating all kinds of people.
"The gods soon died out and left the people with the little knowledge of the Old World-as they so kindly called the Mystic Moon. And as all people do, they adapted and changed. But enough of history. To answer your question, you're on a planet called Gaea, the exact double of Earth that is hidden behind the moon by a magical field put there by the late gods." The man replied.
"I assume you are a powerful. Force, considering your fancy cells and the gadgets I saw hidden as I walked here. Then tell me why I was called to Gaea, if I was called at all." Jewel asked. Dilandau had become quiet, and amused look on his face.
"You are right, we are very powerful. But we do not have enough men to take over Gaea, like the previous master tried. But we will succeed. And why you were called here, you weren't. We've had a girl from the Mystic Moon come here before, so you are the second one to arrive. But to why you came, I'm not sure."
"But you know something about me, that is why you took me instead of leaving me to fend for myself, correct?"
"Yes, smart you are. We've seen your power, Jewel. We've seen your skill, and we want to have that power. But to do that, we need your assistance. And I'm afraid you won't give us that, we'll have to convert to plan B."
Jewel didn't like the sound of the man's tone. The other part of her brain-along with the reasonable part-screamed that this was a trap. But she couldn't get out, not unless she wanted to die. But it was worth it.
Jewel whirled around and ran for the door. She was fast, that she knew. She had just reached the handle of the door when a blinding pain came from her shoulder. Her vision instantly blacked out and her muscles relaxed. She fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Very good shot, Dilandau. Take her to the infirmary, I'll deal with her later." The man said. Dilandau nodded and walked up to Jewel. He picked her up roughly and carried her out of the room, a smirk on his face.
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TBC..
AN: Ok, so how was the chap??? Was it good?? Please review, I need to know if people like this new style of writing I'm trying out!!! Oh yeah, thanks to Chichirui, CrimsonFire and Daughter of Chaos for helping me out so much!!!! Check out Chichirui's "Dark Wings/White Angel" and CrimsonFire's "To Gaea Again." stories!!! They're both really good, both the authors and the stories!!!!! Review, and I'll get the next chap out sooner!!! -ShadowKat
Chapter Three: Questions and Answers
Dilandau led Jewel through a labyrinth lit by touches mounted on the walls. The flames gave off very little light and also gave the labyrinth an eerie feeling. Dull, dark gray stones with occasional dark rust colored stains made up the floor, celing and walls. The sights might not have been very good, but the temperature in the halls was absolutely freezing. If you didn't have the right clothing on, you could've easily died of frostbite in the halls.
But Jewel didn't take any notice of the temperature, and barely even noticed the sights. She knew-in some part of her mind-that when the time came she would remember absolutely everything that she needed. She had remembered things from long ago when she needed them, and even then she fought she wouldn't need the information.
As Jewel and Dilandau walked, their footsteps echoed eerily along the halls. Jewel could feel the skin rise in the back of her neck. She could feel goose bumps forming on her skin. She could almost feel the blood rushing through her veins slowing down, coming to almost a complete halt. But she wasn't worried about dying in a labyrinth, with questions unanswered.
She was more worried about her life, and what she would do. Her mind scurried and scampered, figuring out things before they would happen. If Dilandau was taking her to his leader, or king, then she would either get her questions answered or be killed on the spot.
But if she played her cards right, she just might be able to stay with this Zaibach place. At least then she would have better shelter and food then out in the wild, in a place she didn't even know. The reasonable part of Jewel's brain said that she was still on Earth, probably in some wacko military base in Russia or some other deserted land.
And the other part of Jewel's brain-the one she listened to most often- told her that she wasn't on Earth anymore, and that she better stick to the plan that was already formed. Suddenly they came to a halt. Jewel looked up and saw that there was a big, solid oak door in front of them. Dilandau pushed the door open and strode in as if this was something he did everyday.
Jewel hovered just outside the open door. She didn't like what she was feeling just then. Total mistrust and caution. Jewel almost never felt caution on a conscious level. And that's what made her became very, very weary at that second.
After a few seconds outside, Jewel followed Dilandau into the room. Inside was the same décor, dark gray stone walls, celing and floor. The room itself contained one solid wood desk, a wood chair and three bookshelves crammed full of books. The books Jewel avoided, they were colorful and were in every size. From books that would've fitted in the palm of your hand to books as big as your whole arm. And they all had titles in an unfamiliar language.
Suddenly the reasonable part of Jewel's brain kicked in. Must be Russian or Chinese, some language like that, it said. Yeah right. Jewel forced back that part of her brain and approached the desk where a dark figure sat. She couldn't see it's face, but she knew by the silhouette that it was a muscular man.
"Ah Dilandau, I see you brought me your prison. No doubt she wanted answers," he said. His voice was deep and held a note of power in it.
"Yes. And hurry it up with the answers, I don't want to take all day with it. Oh, and keep it simple, I don't think her puny little brain can take more then five letter sentences." Dilandau sneered.
"I'll fend for myself, thank you very much. Now, I want to know where I am." Jewel said without emotion. If she didn't show them any emotion, she knew they wouldn't be able to tell what she was feeling.
"You are on a planet that the almighty god, Zeus, created over ten thousand years ago. He created this planet for the gods, who were dying on Earth, to come and live in peace. All the gods did, and of course they mated. But the children weren't other gods, they were born with the essence of this new planet in them. Soon they grew and split, matting with others and creating all kinds of people.
"The gods soon died out and left the people with the little knowledge of the Old World-as they so kindly called the Mystic Moon. And as all people do, they adapted and changed. But enough of history. To answer your question, you're on a planet called Gaea, the exact double of Earth that is hidden behind the moon by a magical field put there by the late gods." The man replied.
"I assume you are a powerful. Force, considering your fancy cells and the gadgets I saw hidden as I walked here. Then tell me why I was called to Gaea, if I was called at all." Jewel asked. Dilandau had become quiet, and amused look on his face.
"You are right, we are very powerful. But we do not have enough men to take over Gaea, like the previous master tried. But we will succeed. And why you were called here, you weren't. We've had a girl from the Mystic Moon come here before, so you are the second one to arrive. But to why you came, I'm not sure."
"But you know something about me, that is why you took me instead of leaving me to fend for myself, correct?"
"Yes, smart you are. We've seen your power, Jewel. We've seen your skill, and we want to have that power. But to do that, we need your assistance. And I'm afraid you won't give us that, we'll have to convert to plan B."
Jewel didn't like the sound of the man's tone. The other part of her brain-along with the reasonable part-screamed that this was a trap. But she couldn't get out, not unless she wanted to die. But it was worth it.
Jewel whirled around and ran for the door. She was fast, that she knew. She had just reached the handle of the door when a blinding pain came from her shoulder. Her vision instantly blacked out and her muscles relaxed. She fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Very good shot, Dilandau. Take her to the infirmary, I'll deal with her later." The man said. Dilandau nodded and walked up to Jewel. He picked her up roughly and carried her out of the room, a smirk on his face.
*~~*
TBC..
AN: Ok, so how was the chap??? Was it good?? Please review, I need to know if people like this new style of writing I'm trying out!!! Oh yeah, thanks to Chichirui, CrimsonFire and Daughter of Chaos for helping me out so much!!!! Check out Chichirui's "Dark Wings/White Angel" and CrimsonFire's "To Gaea Again." stories!!! They're both really good, both the authors and the stories!!!!! Review, and I'll get the next chap out sooner!!! -ShadowKat