Hiya, this story is part of my Dilandau forgiveness and adoration process ^.^ (he's a nice guy really)
Rated PG mainly because I have no idea what to rate it.
Disclaimer; I no own Escaflowne, kapiesh?
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The story continued on just as the eternal ebb and flow of the tide. Although all the action seemingly subsided the people's lives and memories went on, it was almost conceited of us to believe that their experiences, pain, anguish, torture, fear and happiness were merely for our amusement.
We saw it end as fit as a fairy tale should; the beautiful princess married the handsome knight, whilst her the other man which had been imposed on her did not leave heart broken but as a free man how learnt a lesson; the angelic king fell in love with a mysterious lady from another planet and their love conquered all the tribulations that faced it, and the king's seemingly jealous companion actually held the seat of an overprotective sister; the villainous nation was defeated, and mass innocent blood shed was saved and the process of redemption began; the politicians, strategists and theologians of that war died; the knights younger sister, no doubt a lady married a Fanalian lord residing in Fanalia under the ever watchful eye of her brother; but what of the misguided soldier what happened to him? His mysterious disappearance seemed a blessing of all of Gaea; after all he was evil wasn't he? Wasn't he?
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The uproar which one would rightfully expect when the young soldier changed in to the respectable knights young sister, never arrived. Allen as well as all the gentry at the time thought it was best to keep it quiet and to pretend that Dilandau died in battle, slain by the hand of the teenage Fanalian king as an act of revenge. Thus Celena and her family name would be cleared and the memories of the bitter war could be eradicated in the hope for peace.
As for the young girl Celena, her only memories of her life as Dilandau came in the form of a dream, un-sequanced and hazy. Despite the negative expectations held by her brother and all how knew, she did not become an outlandish undignified lady who preferred the sword to a sewing needle and trousers to a skirt; her experiences as the soldier had traumatised and kept her far away from that life as possible and even if she desired it, any chance of it occurring would be impossible as her body had been left so week after the war and inexperienced after its years of being dormant. She was, as far as the large number of people who had heard of her were concerned, the perfect lady, slender, quiet and obedient; anything for her to forget life as a villain. It was thought best for her at nineteen to marry a lord of Fanalia, a respected family friend, who was twenty-three years her senior. She spent twenty-eight years of her married life locked up in a mansion on the forest skirting the city until her rich husband died leaving her with four boys and a girl who was second to youngest.
Her brother in this time had become the long awaited Prince of Austuria, marrying a then Princess and now Queen of Austuria, Millerna. The couple had three children, two girls –who Allen was determined to raise as ladies unlike their mother and the youngest a son –who Millerna spent her time coddling and Allen spent his time training.
As for King Van Slanzar De Fanel he married his sweet-heart Hitomi Kanzaki, who returned to Gaea as soon as she was granted her independence. The two ruled over the beautiful kingdom of Fanalia, with one son and heir to the throne.
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Lady Celena continued to live in Fanalia even after the death of her husband with her children, Yuhei twenty-three, Sadhura and Tsuyoshi twins twenty, Hikari eighteen, being the only female child, and finally Sanosuke nine. All of the boys had blonde hair and blue eyes like their mother and father and had troops of swooning girls awaiting hand and foot, the oldest Yuhei trying to imitate his uncle to whom he aspired by growing his hair to his waist and attempting to take the role of knight at the Austurian courts.
However the young girl Hikari was a shock to most people as she resembled neither parent or even a relative, she had long below knee-length platinum hair which took her eighteen years of life to grow, Hikari had full naturally red lips and impossibly high, sculpted cheek-bones, this was accompanied by her cherry red eyes and deathly pale skin, so white she made her porcelain skinned mother seem tanned in comparison. Her striking beauty, although a wonderful asset to her never failed to set her mother and uncle on alarm, the only person who she could have possibly inherited this from was a person who they would have liked to believe dead; Dilandau Albatou.
~Owari (for now)
What did you think? (Review) I probably will be more lax in my writing style in future chapters but I thought it was fitting for the prologue to sound like this. ^.^ I got the names from 'Mistakes in stories' by LSR-7 thanks. ^_^
-The backwards Angel.