I don't own Gundam Wing or Escaflowne. These are my interpretations of their characters. I don't want to make any money. Etc........
I estimate about 3-5 more chapters to go. When I am finished I will probably start looking for websites willing to post my fic so if you have a website and are interested in posting it (giving me credit of course) please email me. This is somewhat of a short chapter but I felt a need to post it separately. You'll see why if you haven't already guessed.
~Crazy Tom~
The battle against the determined oriental Emperor was well under way. The two soldiers were as evenly matched in Guymelef as they were on foot and had been dueling nonstop for over twenty minutes. When they had first begun to fight both men had yelled their individual battle cries but for the last half of their skirmish had lapsed into a stubborn silence broken only by the thunder of their weapons crashing together and the heavy breathing of the two warriors.
After a breath pause, Nataku again charged forward, swinging its pike threateningly. Treize blocked Wufei's slashes with his own blade skillfully wielding his weapon of choice to the best of his abilities. The Draconian continued his offensive by launching his dragon fist at Treize. The large serpent head flew forward and the Duke of Baslam had to throw himself backwards to avoid being crushed. Even with his own momentum, the impact threw Tallgeese backwards. With a cry of pain, Treize landed on his back and letting his instincts take over, threw himself to the side. Once again his combat sense had served him well and he barely avoided Wufei's blade which immediately arched downwards and collided with the ground, shattering the imprint which had been left behind by Tallgeese's fall.
Treize was on his feet in an instant, throwing himself into the battle with sword ready. His seemed to cut the air itself as it collided repeatedly with the long portion of Wufei's pike, unable to get past his blocks. As Tallgeese paused with its blade grinding against Nataku's staff, the Emperor raised his dragon fist. Treize had about half a second to throw himself out of the way before Wufei launched a column of flame the lit up the entire landscape. For once the Duke of Baslam was glad his clothes and person were drenched with sweat and luckily only a small portion of Tallgeese was hit by the inferno which had so nearly ended the entire battle.
Taking advantage of Wufei's attack, Treize reached up and ripped off Tallgeese's cape which had caught on fire, unhindered by the rain which had begun to pour down on the battlefield. In one quick movement, he threw the burning cloak at Nataku, covering most of it. As the Draconian struggled to throw off the hindering cloth which prevented him from seeing his opponent, Treize seized his chance.
Aiming for Nataku's side, the Duke of Baslam charged forward. "I will end this fight while still sparing Wufei's life," Treize thought, bringing his blade back to stab. As he plunged his sword downward, his Excellency heard of a loud crash. Glancing downwards to find the source of the noise, he saw a large object obscuring his view of his lower torso. The Guymelef sized blade was embedded through Tallgeese and deeply into his own stomach. A large red stain was slowly spreading on his white and blue uniform. "This blood is never going to come out," Treize thought, a sense of peace settling over him. The duke tried to remember when he had last bought new clothes. It had been a long time. He would have to remember to ask Lady Une whether she would accompany him. Looking up he saw that Nataku had thrown off the cloak at the last moment and had raised its pike so that Tallgeese had run head long into its blade.
Treize shuddered violently and realized that he could taste blood on his lips. As Nataku got painstakingly to its feet, Tallgeese fell slowly backwards, as if it knew that it had taken its last step and was taking that last breath before the end. With a loud boom the suit hit the ground, lying flat on its back, and causing a cloud of dust to rise up around the it. With one shaky hand, Treize opened the cockpit so that he could see the sky and feel the cool rain on his face. "It is a shame that it is so cloudy," Trieze thought, "I had hoped to see the stars one last time."
The Duke of Baslam shivered and noticed that it had gotten rather cold recently. He vaguely remembered hearing about a drought that had been going on recently and hoped that the rain would bring relief to the Baslam's populace. And Asturia's too, he decided. Yes, even Asturia. It was a shame it had ended up like this after all his efforts to bring about true peace and prosperity to Gaea's entire populace, all of its classes. He wondered whether he would be remembered as a villain who tried to conquer Gaea for his own selfish benefit and his memory spit at. He would like to have been remembered fondly as a visionary and yes, maybe even a martyr who died for his ideals. However it seemed likely that the latter would not be the case. "It is a shame really," Treize thought, "but then again it's too late to do anything about it now."
The Duke of Baslam shuddered again, more violently than before. "So this is what it feels like to be dying," Treize thought. The rain had lightened somewhat, at least for the moment, and he smiled slightly, enjoying the sensation of drops trickling down his face. Then Treize's thoughts went to Colonel Une and frowned. He would not be able to return to her. To tell her what was in his heart. To say those three fateful words and hear them spoken to him.
"My dear lady," Treize thought, "I am deeply sorry I will not be able to fulfill my promise to you. However, it appears that destiny has selected a different fate for me."
Looking back at the turbulent sky, Treize vaguely wondered whether he had any regrets. He had always thought himself to be a man who was always certain of his actions. But now, as death closed in on him, he wondered whether it had been worth it. Not just his own life, but the lives of his men and those they had fought. Then, up in the sky, he thought he saw a small break in the clouds. There, in that single patch of clear sky he thought saw a lone star, shining brightly like a beacon leading him into the heavens. Or perhaps just out of his body until he was to be reborn again in a new life. It would be... nice to experience a time when his thoughts were not clouded by the misgivings and anxiety caused by war. To be a pure and innocent youth once more...
For the end was near now, there was no denying it. And yet, he felt oddly at peace, perhaps for the first time in his life. He did not fear death and his only sorrow was not being able to meet his lady as he has promised. "I am sure she will understand," he thought, "as she always has."
As his vision began to turn dark, Treize thought he saw the silhouette of an angel standing over him, its wings shielding him from the rain. The heavenly spirit was speaking, Treize could see his mouth moving, but he could not make out his words. As he slowly felt himself going numb, Treize tried to speak. His barely mouth moved, forming his final words though he wasn't sure if he was saying them out loud. But then, it didn't really matter anymore. "My lady. Did I do right?" And then there was darkness.
"Treize?" Wufei asked for the second time, looking down at his collapsed foe. The Duke's lips were moving, forming silent words which the young Emperor could only guess at. And then his eyes seemed to go blank and his mouth was still. "Treize!" Wufei screamed a final time but the body lay unmoving.
The Draconain straightened, bringing his wings back behind him, no longer shielding the fallen warrior. There was no need to do that now. Treize had left this world, leaving only an empty husk in his wake. The rainwater trickled down the expanse of Wufei's wings, flowing in small streams along the tiny tracks and patterns which made up the delicate appendage before collecting on the end of his sleek feathers and finally dripping onto the muddy earth.
His hair and clothes were soaked, clinging mercilessly to his body. Wufei clenched his fists and looked up at the violent sky, mirroring his own conflicting emotions. He had defeated his enemy, through his own skill alone. He had won the duel and soon the battle and in turn the war. He had proven himself worthy of his people's legacy and heritage so why did he still feel so uneasy and why did his hands shake so? It was not from the cold, though the rain drenched him to the bone and a bitter wind had begun to blow.
Could it be that he mourned the dead warrior? He had respected Treize as an equal, yes. However, respecting ones prowess and feeling anguish at his death were two different things. Sir Khushranada had died honorable so there was no reason to grieve. And yet...
Wufei took a deep breath, allowing his quivers to fade. It had to be Quatre, Duo, and Trowa's bad influence that made him feel sorrow at Sir Khushranada's death. Yes Treize had died, but he had perished in a manner fitting of truly honorable warrior. If the universe had any sense of justice, the other man would reborn as one of the highest of Gaea's creatures. Or maybe, at the end, the other warrior had finally achieved some level of enlightenment. Maybe Treize's soul would be able to find a state of peace that it could never achieve in life. He hoped so.
The Draconian reached out a hand and gently closed Treize's eyelids. One thing was for certain, he would not soon forget his most worthy opponent. He would continue to fight for Lord Heero and the ideals he had been taught as a child. It was destiny that had selected the Draconians to rule just as it had been destiny for him to defeat Treize. His people would rise again, he was sure of it. It was only a matter of time now.
"Treize," he spoke aloud, ignoring the rain which had begun to come down harder than ever before, "I will remember your honorable sacrifice. Your death has reaffirmed by beliefs and given me new strength to persevere. I thank you."
A flash of lightening lit up the scene, illuminating Wufei's face and light gray wings. His expression was the epitome of determination. He would not falter. The people of Atlantis would once again take their places as leaders of Gaea. And he would be there to see it. Wufei turned from the defeated Tallgeese and walked swiftly towards Nataku. It was time to find High Lord Heero.
I estimate about 3-5 more chapters to go. When I am finished I will probably start looking for websites willing to post my fic so if you have a website and are interested in posting it (giving me credit of course) please email me. This is somewhat of a short chapter but I felt a need to post it separately. You'll see why if you haven't already guessed.
~Crazy Tom~
The battle against the determined oriental Emperor was well under way. The two soldiers were as evenly matched in Guymelef as they were on foot and had been dueling nonstop for over twenty minutes. When they had first begun to fight both men had yelled their individual battle cries but for the last half of their skirmish had lapsed into a stubborn silence broken only by the thunder of their weapons crashing together and the heavy breathing of the two warriors.
After a breath pause, Nataku again charged forward, swinging its pike threateningly. Treize blocked Wufei's slashes with his own blade skillfully wielding his weapon of choice to the best of his abilities. The Draconian continued his offensive by launching his dragon fist at Treize. The large serpent head flew forward and the Duke of Baslam had to throw himself backwards to avoid being crushed. Even with his own momentum, the impact threw Tallgeese backwards. With a cry of pain, Treize landed on his back and letting his instincts take over, threw himself to the side. Once again his combat sense had served him well and he barely avoided Wufei's blade which immediately arched downwards and collided with the ground, shattering the imprint which had been left behind by Tallgeese's fall.
Treize was on his feet in an instant, throwing himself into the battle with sword ready. His seemed to cut the air itself as it collided repeatedly with the long portion of Wufei's pike, unable to get past his blocks. As Tallgeese paused with its blade grinding against Nataku's staff, the Emperor raised his dragon fist. Treize had about half a second to throw himself out of the way before Wufei launched a column of flame the lit up the entire landscape. For once the Duke of Baslam was glad his clothes and person were drenched with sweat and luckily only a small portion of Tallgeese was hit by the inferno which had so nearly ended the entire battle.
Taking advantage of Wufei's attack, Treize reached up and ripped off Tallgeese's cape which had caught on fire, unhindered by the rain which had begun to pour down on the battlefield. In one quick movement, he threw the burning cloak at Nataku, covering most of it. As the Draconian struggled to throw off the hindering cloth which prevented him from seeing his opponent, Treize seized his chance.
Aiming for Nataku's side, the Duke of Baslam charged forward. "I will end this fight while still sparing Wufei's life," Treize thought, bringing his blade back to stab. As he plunged his sword downward, his Excellency heard of a loud crash. Glancing downwards to find the source of the noise, he saw a large object obscuring his view of his lower torso. The Guymelef sized blade was embedded through Tallgeese and deeply into his own stomach. A large red stain was slowly spreading on his white and blue uniform. "This blood is never going to come out," Treize thought, a sense of peace settling over him. The duke tried to remember when he had last bought new clothes. It had been a long time. He would have to remember to ask Lady Une whether she would accompany him. Looking up he saw that Nataku had thrown off the cloak at the last moment and had raised its pike so that Tallgeese had run head long into its blade.
Treize shuddered violently and realized that he could taste blood on his lips. As Nataku got painstakingly to its feet, Tallgeese fell slowly backwards, as if it knew that it had taken its last step and was taking that last breath before the end. With a loud boom the suit hit the ground, lying flat on its back, and causing a cloud of dust to rise up around the it. With one shaky hand, Treize opened the cockpit so that he could see the sky and feel the cool rain on his face. "It is a shame that it is so cloudy," Trieze thought, "I had hoped to see the stars one last time."
The Duke of Baslam shivered and noticed that it had gotten rather cold recently. He vaguely remembered hearing about a drought that had been going on recently and hoped that the rain would bring relief to the Baslam's populace. And Asturia's too, he decided. Yes, even Asturia. It was a shame it had ended up like this after all his efforts to bring about true peace and prosperity to Gaea's entire populace, all of its classes. He wondered whether he would be remembered as a villain who tried to conquer Gaea for his own selfish benefit and his memory spit at. He would like to have been remembered fondly as a visionary and yes, maybe even a martyr who died for his ideals. However it seemed likely that the latter would not be the case. "It is a shame really," Treize thought, "but then again it's too late to do anything about it now."
The Duke of Baslam shuddered again, more violently than before. "So this is what it feels like to be dying," Treize thought. The rain had lightened somewhat, at least for the moment, and he smiled slightly, enjoying the sensation of drops trickling down his face. Then Treize's thoughts went to Colonel Une and frowned. He would not be able to return to her. To tell her what was in his heart. To say those three fateful words and hear them spoken to him.
"My dear lady," Treize thought, "I am deeply sorry I will not be able to fulfill my promise to you. However, it appears that destiny has selected a different fate for me."
Looking back at the turbulent sky, Treize vaguely wondered whether he had any regrets. He had always thought himself to be a man who was always certain of his actions. But now, as death closed in on him, he wondered whether it had been worth it. Not just his own life, but the lives of his men and those they had fought. Then, up in the sky, he thought he saw a small break in the clouds. There, in that single patch of clear sky he thought saw a lone star, shining brightly like a beacon leading him into the heavens. Or perhaps just out of his body until he was to be reborn again in a new life. It would be... nice to experience a time when his thoughts were not clouded by the misgivings and anxiety caused by war. To be a pure and innocent youth once more...
For the end was near now, there was no denying it. And yet, he felt oddly at peace, perhaps for the first time in his life. He did not fear death and his only sorrow was not being able to meet his lady as he has promised. "I am sure she will understand," he thought, "as she always has."
As his vision began to turn dark, Treize thought he saw the silhouette of an angel standing over him, its wings shielding him from the rain. The heavenly spirit was speaking, Treize could see his mouth moving, but he could not make out his words. As he slowly felt himself going numb, Treize tried to speak. His barely mouth moved, forming his final words though he wasn't sure if he was saying them out loud. But then, it didn't really matter anymore. "My lady. Did I do right?" And then there was darkness.
"Treize?" Wufei asked for the second time, looking down at his collapsed foe. The Duke's lips were moving, forming silent words which the young Emperor could only guess at. And then his eyes seemed to go blank and his mouth was still. "Treize!" Wufei screamed a final time but the body lay unmoving.
The Draconain straightened, bringing his wings back behind him, no longer shielding the fallen warrior. There was no need to do that now. Treize had left this world, leaving only an empty husk in his wake. The rainwater trickled down the expanse of Wufei's wings, flowing in small streams along the tiny tracks and patterns which made up the delicate appendage before collecting on the end of his sleek feathers and finally dripping onto the muddy earth.
His hair and clothes were soaked, clinging mercilessly to his body. Wufei clenched his fists and looked up at the violent sky, mirroring his own conflicting emotions. He had defeated his enemy, through his own skill alone. He had won the duel and soon the battle and in turn the war. He had proven himself worthy of his people's legacy and heritage so why did he still feel so uneasy and why did his hands shake so? It was not from the cold, though the rain drenched him to the bone and a bitter wind had begun to blow.
Could it be that he mourned the dead warrior? He had respected Treize as an equal, yes. However, respecting ones prowess and feeling anguish at his death were two different things. Sir Khushranada had died honorable so there was no reason to grieve. And yet...
Wufei took a deep breath, allowing his quivers to fade. It had to be Quatre, Duo, and Trowa's bad influence that made him feel sorrow at Sir Khushranada's death. Yes Treize had died, but he had perished in a manner fitting of truly honorable warrior. If the universe had any sense of justice, the other man would reborn as one of the highest of Gaea's creatures. Or maybe, at the end, the other warrior had finally achieved some level of enlightenment. Maybe Treize's soul would be able to find a state of peace that it could never achieve in life. He hoped so.
The Draconian reached out a hand and gently closed Treize's eyelids. One thing was for certain, he would not soon forget his most worthy opponent. He would continue to fight for Lord Heero and the ideals he had been taught as a child. It was destiny that had selected the Draconians to rule just as it had been destiny for him to defeat Treize. His people would rise again, he was sure of it. It was only a matter of time now.
"Treize," he spoke aloud, ignoring the rain which had begun to come down harder than ever before, "I will remember your honorable sacrifice. Your death has reaffirmed by beliefs and given me new strength to persevere. I thank you."
A flash of lightening lit up the scene, illuminating Wufei's face and light gray wings. His expression was the epitome of determination. He would not falter. The people of Atlantis would once again take their places as leaders of Gaea. And he would be there to see it. Wufei turned from the defeated Tallgeese and walked swiftly towards Nataku. It was time to find High Lord Heero.