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Escaflowne. I do own Jewel, so if you wish to use her, please let me know!
Chapter Seven: Home
(Still in dream mode)
Jewel smiled grimly at the people who she happened to pass. First day of high school, and already she was messing up. First she had walked into the building wearing black commando boots, dark blue jeans, a black tank top and a dark hunter green vest. Her short red hair fell around her face, framing it. And her sea blue eyes were clear, excited.
Everyone in the school was either wearing light colored things or baggy stuff. The wrong clothes on the first day of school didn't bother her at all. She liked being different. When she had tried to open her locker, she found that it was already taken, and that she would have to share with the top jock in the whole school. She didn't mind that, except that the whole locker space was taken up with pictures of girls, sport equipment and other random things. She had to store her stuff at the very bottom.
Jewel sighed as she walked up to her homeroom. The school wasn't hard to get lost in, just that her classes confused her. She had the regulars- math, science, English, geology-but also she had PE, biology, Trig, and a lot of other forms of basic classes. She walked in and chose a seat in the very back. She set down her backpack and looked around her room.
There wasn't anything special about it. So Jewel resorted to staring out the windows. As she stared, her mind drifted off. She had had her dream again, the one where memories of another life came to her. She hated those dreams; she had been having them ever since she was six. She had gone to a doctor, a psychologist, everyone who was trained in areas of the brain. Nothing was wrong with her; she was in perfect health. But still the dreams came, and every time Jewel woke from one she was disoriented.
She would go around or a week at the longest, thinking she was on the planet that she dreamed about. She would talk in a different tongue, a tongue no man knew. She would pick up a knife and be able to hit a bulls- eye from fifty feet. But then the dreams that were so vivid in her mind would fade away, and she would return to her normal self. Even thought she had been having these dreams for eight years, it still bothered Jewel. And every time she had one, she would lose more and more of herself.
She felt like she was a puzzle, once she was a whole but now pieces of the puzzle were breaking off and getting lost. It unnerved her to think that if the dreams continued she wouldn't' know who she was anymore. Who knew, she'd probably end up in a mental hospital.
She sighed against and put her head in her hands. She closed her eyes. In her head she could see the planer that she dreamed off. Right on the other side of the moon, never moving from its hiding place. She could see its beautiful forests and fields, the wonderful palaces and countries, each and every animal, hybrid and man.
Suddenly fire flashed through her mind. Fire, fire that burned through the fields, destroyed the forests and killed the towns. The planet. the planet was burning! It was on fire! And there was nothing she could do to stop it. Grief and despair washed through Jewel. She felt her energy fading fast; she could feel weakness washing over her.
"NO! GAEA!"
Jewel opened her eyes as she fell from her desk. She hit the ground hard, and hit her head on the leg of another desk. Pain, grief, and despair all washed through her. Struggling, Jewel pushed herself to her feet and grabbed her backpack. She opened it and frantically searched through it. Voices, people were coming towards her, she could feel them. No! She couldn't' let them get her!
Suddenly her hand closed around the object she sought. She pulled it from her backpack and whirled around. She looked at the dagger in her hand. In her mind she could feel the shadows reaching for her. They were going to get her!
"STAY AWAY! GAEA!" She screamed. But the words didn't come out in normal tongue. It came out in another language, one unknown to anyone. The dark shadows touched her skin, making her insides turn cold. Before anything else happened, Jewel brought the dagger down on her hand. Pain washed through her and her eyes opened.
Jewel was pulled from the floor of her homeroom. "You okay?" A male voice asked from above her. Jewel blinked. What just happened? Where was she?
"What happened?" She asked.
"You just fell from your desk. You hit your head pretty hard on the desk next to you. Then you just lay there on the ground, screaming something in another language."
"Oh, sorry." Jewel pushed herself out of the man's arms and stood up. Blood trickled into her eye. She wiped it away and took her backpack. She left the room fast, without another word. She walked into the girl's bathroom. It was empty, since classes were about to start.
Jewel walked up to the sink and dropped her backpack. She ran cold water from the tap and stuck her hand under it. It was freezing cold. Jewel splashed some on her head, where the cut was. She turned off the water and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Suddenly it hit her. It was like she was gazing at herself through other's eyes. She was different; something was off about her. She looked like any normal girl, with a different style of clothing. But, there was like a dark cloud hanging around her. Not one that depressed people had, more like an evil cloud.
"You are different. You don't belong in this world. Jewel, come back to us. come back to Gaea, Jewel. It's where you belong.
"Jewel, you posses a great power. Others sense it, but don't understand it. You are so much more different then the humans on this planet. You are so much more greater then them. Show them how powerful you are. Show them the real you, not some façade you put on!"
Jewel blinked. Did she really just hear that voice? Suddenly, something inside of her snapped. Pieces of a puzzle that had once been her began to snap back into place. She knew why she wasn't popular, why most people hated her. She knew why she was disliked, shunned. It all made complete sense now. And she also knew, that now, she couldn't go back to being her normal, perky self. She had changed without knowing it, and it was time that she accepted her true self.
~END DREAM~
Jewel sat up with a very foggy mind. Hadn't she been dreaming? She frowned and blinked a couple times. If she had been, she didn't remember any of it. And she was still sore from the men. What had they done to her?
She searched her memories. Who was she again? And what had the men done to her? As she remembered, everything came into place. She was a soldier of Zaibach, a trusted and the best soldier they had. She was respected, and even feared, by all. She was powerful.
The Fanellian king had injured her. She had been found by a Zaibach man and taken back. She was healed, and now that she was recovered she could begin training again. Jewel smiled a little bit. She was strong now, and now she could finally become a Dragon Slayer, just like Lord Folken had said before she left for her mission.
Suddenly a tall man wearing a long black cloak-with the hood up, hiding his face-entered the room. Jewel jumped to her feet and bowed before the man. "Lord Folken," she said respectfully.
"I'm afraid not. Lord Folken has, sadly, left us. I am Lord Argon, the new Strategose." A deep voice replied. Jewel lifted her eyes and looked at the man. He removed his hood, revealing a black man with a scar running down the left part of his face. It went over his eye, but both dark eyes stared at her with such intelligence and power that it gave Jewel the shivers. He had a bold nose, and a strong chin. The very signs of someone who was meant to led.
Jewel bowed to the man again. "My apologies, Lord Argon. I was mistaken. I vow to serve by you, just as I did for the late Lord Folken."
"As I expected. Now, soldier, you are recuperated, are you not?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then I want you training again. You'll be escorted to your new room in a couple of hours. Until then, there is your change of clothes. I will see you later, soldier."
And with that Lord Argon left. Jewel stared at his retreating back until the door was closed quietly behind him. It was funny, he reminded her so much of Folken. Maybe that's why he was the Strategose, he was like Folken.
Jewel sighed and sat back down on the cool metal slab. This was a change; Folken was dead. But how did that happen? How long had she been out? Jewel looked up with knowing eyes, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She could see her reflection perfectly. "Or, how long was I out?" She asked it.
***
A couple of hours later a short boy with blonde hair and surprisingly vibrant blue eyes came in to Jewel's room. Jewel, already changed, was waiting for him. She wore black commander boots, black mildly baggy pants, a black tank top and a black choker. The boy, on the other hand, wore black boots, khaki pants, a black top with a dark blue vest. He smiled at her.
"Jewel, I suppose," he said with a mild accent.
"Yes. Are you to take me to my room?" Jewel asked curiously.
"Yes. Please follow me."
Jewel stood up and followed the boy out of the room. She fingered her dog tag as she walked behind him. The corridors were dark and narrow, lighted only by torchlight. The black floor and walls didn't surprise Jewel-she was used to it. It looked exactly like the Vione where she had stayed before she was sent on her mission.
They walked down a labyrinth of corridors before finally the came upon a door. The boy punched in a code in the pad to the left. The door opened with a soft swish. Jewel smiled and entered the room. The doors closed behind her.
She looked around the room. It was spacious, with a big window to the left. She had a couple of bookcases, a couple of chairs, a wooden desk, a double canopy bed, a closet, a bathroom, a cabinet, a dresser and finally a trunk. It was exactly like her old room.
Jewel's eyes glittered with excitement as she twirled around the room. She stopped at the window and flung it open. She breathed in the cool, crisp evening air with wonder. How long had she been asleep exactly? Her eyes scanned the outside. She was on something that looked like a black, floating castle. She smiled even more. She was home, back at the Zaibach headquarters.
*~~*
TBC...
AN: Ok, so how'd you like it??? Review please!!! And thanks to all who have reviewed, you really help me write faster!!! Thanks to Chichirui, CrimsonFire, ElvenChild and TigerWolf, all who have been with me ever since I first started here! You guys really help me, and it really means a lot to me when you review!! Thanks!!!
-ShadowKat
Chapter Seven: Home
(Still in dream mode)
Jewel smiled grimly at the people who she happened to pass. First day of high school, and already she was messing up. First she had walked into the building wearing black commando boots, dark blue jeans, a black tank top and a dark hunter green vest. Her short red hair fell around her face, framing it. And her sea blue eyes were clear, excited.
Everyone in the school was either wearing light colored things or baggy stuff. The wrong clothes on the first day of school didn't bother her at all. She liked being different. When she had tried to open her locker, she found that it was already taken, and that she would have to share with the top jock in the whole school. She didn't mind that, except that the whole locker space was taken up with pictures of girls, sport equipment and other random things. She had to store her stuff at the very bottom.
Jewel sighed as she walked up to her homeroom. The school wasn't hard to get lost in, just that her classes confused her. She had the regulars- math, science, English, geology-but also she had PE, biology, Trig, and a lot of other forms of basic classes. She walked in and chose a seat in the very back. She set down her backpack and looked around her room.
There wasn't anything special about it. So Jewel resorted to staring out the windows. As she stared, her mind drifted off. She had had her dream again, the one where memories of another life came to her. She hated those dreams; she had been having them ever since she was six. She had gone to a doctor, a psychologist, everyone who was trained in areas of the brain. Nothing was wrong with her; she was in perfect health. But still the dreams came, and every time Jewel woke from one she was disoriented.
She would go around or a week at the longest, thinking she was on the planet that she dreamed about. She would talk in a different tongue, a tongue no man knew. She would pick up a knife and be able to hit a bulls- eye from fifty feet. But then the dreams that were so vivid in her mind would fade away, and she would return to her normal self. Even thought she had been having these dreams for eight years, it still bothered Jewel. And every time she had one, she would lose more and more of herself.
She felt like she was a puzzle, once she was a whole but now pieces of the puzzle were breaking off and getting lost. It unnerved her to think that if the dreams continued she wouldn't' know who she was anymore. Who knew, she'd probably end up in a mental hospital.
She sighed against and put her head in her hands. She closed her eyes. In her head she could see the planer that she dreamed off. Right on the other side of the moon, never moving from its hiding place. She could see its beautiful forests and fields, the wonderful palaces and countries, each and every animal, hybrid and man.
Suddenly fire flashed through her mind. Fire, fire that burned through the fields, destroyed the forests and killed the towns. The planet. the planet was burning! It was on fire! And there was nothing she could do to stop it. Grief and despair washed through Jewel. She felt her energy fading fast; she could feel weakness washing over her.
"NO! GAEA!"
Jewel opened her eyes as she fell from her desk. She hit the ground hard, and hit her head on the leg of another desk. Pain, grief, and despair all washed through her. Struggling, Jewel pushed herself to her feet and grabbed her backpack. She opened it and frantically searched through it. Voices, people were coming towards her, she could feel them. No! She couldn't' let them get her!
Suddenly her hand closed around the object she sought. She pulled it from her backpack and whirled around. She looked at the dagger in her hand. In her mind she could feel the shadows reaching for her. They were going to get her!
"STAY AWAY! GAEA!" She screamed. But the words didn't come out in normal tongue. It came out in another language, one unknown to anyone. The dark shadows touched her skin, making her insides turn cold. Before anything else happened, Jewel brought the dagger down on her hand. Pain washed through her and her eyes opened.
Jewel was pulled from the floor of her homeroom. "You okay?" A male voice asked from above her. Jewel blinked. What just happened? Where was she?
"What happened?" She asked.
"You just fell from your desk. You hit your head pretty hard on the desk next to you. Then you just lay there on the ground, screaming something in another language."
"Oh, sorry." Jewel pushed herself out of the man's arms and stood up. Blood trickled into her eye. She wiped it away and took her backpack. She left the room fast, without another word. She walked into the girl's bathroom. It was empty, since classes were about to start.
Jewel walked up to the sink and dropped her backpack. She ran cold water from the tap and stuck her hand under it. It was freezing cold. Jewel splashed some on her head, where the cut was. She turned off the water and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Suddenly it hit her. It was like she was gazing at herself through other's eyes. She was different; something was off about her. She looked like any normal girl, with a different style of clothing. But, there was like a dark cloud hanging around her. Not one that depressed people had, more like an evil cloud.
"You are different. You don't belong in this world. Jewel, come back to us. come back to Gaea, Jewel. It's where you belong.
"Jewel, you posses a great power. Others sense it, but don't understand it. You are so much more different then the humans on this planet. You are so much more greater then them. Show them how powerful you are. Show them the real you, not some façade you put on!"
Jewel blinked. Did she really just hear that voice? Suddenly, something inside of her snapped. Pieces of a puzzle that had once been her began to snap back into place. She knew why she wasn't popular, why most people hated her. She knew why she was disliked, shunned. It all made complete sense now. And she also knew, that now, she couldn't go back to being her normal, perky self. She had changed without knowing it, and it was time that she accepted her true self.
~END DREAM~
Jewel sat up with a very foggy mind. Hadn't she been dreaming? She frowned and blinked a couple times. If she had been, she didn't remember any of it. And she was still sore from the men. What had they done to her?
She searched her memories. Who was she again? And what had the men done to her? As she remembered, everything came into place. She was a soldier of Zaibach, a trusted and the best soldier they had. She was respected, and even feared, by all. She was powerful.
The Fanellian king had injured her. She had been found by a Zaibach man and taken back. She was healed, and now that she was recovered she could begin training again. Jewel smiled a little bit. She was strong now, and now she could finally become a Dragon Slayer, just like Lord Folken had said before she left for her mission.
Suddenly a tall man wearing a long black cloak-with the hood up, hiding his face-entered the room. Jewel jumped to her feet and bowed before the man. "Lord Folken," she said respectfully.
"I'm afraid not. Lord Folken has, sadly, left us. I am Lord Argon, the new Strategose." A deep voice replied. Jewel lifted her eyes and looked at the man. He removed his hood, revealing a black man with a scar running down the left part of his face. It went over his eye, but both dark eyes stared at her with such intelligence and power that it gave Jewel the shivers. He had a bold nose, and a strong chin. The very signs of someone who was meant to led.
Jewel bowed to the man again. "My apologies, Lord Argon. I was mistaken. I vow to serve by you, just as I did for the late Lord Folken."
"As I expected. Now, soldier, you are recuperated, are you not?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then I want you training again. You'll be escorted to your new room in a couple of hours. Until then, there is your change of clothes. I will see you later, soldier."
And with that Lord Argon left. Jewel stared at his retreating back until the door was closed quietly behind him. It was funny, he reminded her so much of Folken. Maybe that's why he was the Strategose, he was like Folken.
Jewel sighed and sat back down on the cool metal slab. This was a change; Folken was dead. But how did that happen? How long had she been out? Jewel looked up with knowing eyes, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She could see her reflection perfectly. "Or, how long was I out?" She asked it.
***
A couple of hours later a short boy with blonde hair and surprisingly vibrant blue eyes came in to Jewel's room. Jewel, already changed, was waiting for him. She wore black commander boots, black mildly baggy pants, a black tank top and a black choker. The boy, on the other hand, wore black boots, khaki pants, a black top with a dark blue vest. He smiled at her.
"Jewel, I suppose," he said with a mild accent.
"Yes. Are you to take me to my room?" Jewel asked curiously.
"Yes. Please follow me."
Jewel stood up and followed the boy out of the room. She fingered her dog tag as she walked behind him. The corridors were dark and narrow, lighted only by torchlight. The black floor and walls didn't surprise Jewel-she was used to it. It looked exactly like the Vione where she had stayed before she was sent on her mission.
They walked down a labyrinth of corridors before finally the came upon a door. The boy punched in a code in the pad to the left. The door opened with a soft swish. Jewel smiled and entered the room. The doors closed behind her.
She looked around the room. It was spacious, with a big window to the left. She had a couple of bookcases, a couple of chairs, a wooden desk, a double canopy bed, a closet, a bathroom, a cabinet, a dresser and finally a trunk. It was exactly like her old room.
Jewel's eyes glittered with excitement as she twirled around the room. She stopped at the window and flung it open. She breathed in the cool, crisp evening air with wonder. How long had she been asleep exactly? Her eyes scanned the outside. She was on something that looked like a black, floating castle. She smiled even more. She was home, back at the Zaibach headquarters.
*~~*
TBC...
AN: Ok, so how'd you like it??? Review please!!! And thanks to all who have reviewed, you really help me write faster!!! Thanks to Chichirui, CrimsonFire, ElvenChild and TigerWolf, all who have been with me ever since I first started here! You guys really help me, and it really means a lot to me when you review!! Thanks!!!
-ShadowKat