An Evangelion Fanfic written by:

The Silent One

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Evangelion: The Forgotten Realms

Chapter Two: A New Side of Darkness.

"FOOLS! FLEE IN FEAR FROM THE WRATH OF SACHIEL, THE ANGEL OF THE BLADE!"

As he lifted his arms high the body of the creature was finally revealed. By the flickering torchlight Shinji and the rest of the now frightened fighters spied a thin, gangly body that wore no clothing and had no genitalia at all. The one thing it did have apparent in its darkly colored body was a wierdly exposed ribcage that surrounded a small red orb that glowed deep red with internal fire. Fire that now started forming itself around the upraised sword and open palm of the remaining hand.

Shinji was afraid.

"Die you BASTARD!!" Shouted one man, his fear temporarily blinded by his thrist for vengance. He charged forward with his spear of nearly seven feet leveled across his chest. The tip bounced and waivered wildly around in small circles as he ran forward in an attempt to strike while the creatures guard was still high. He closed in and looked about as though to strike home when the free hand snapped down with blinding speed and grabbed the tip of the spear. Hidden muscle suddenly sprang forward and thickened the arm holding the spear to nearly three times its original size as it lifted the spearshaft and the man high into the air. The hand then let go and its head turned to watch the poor man sail across the courtyard to impact head on into the stone wall, his neck snapping with a loud crack and his head splitting with a wet splat. The spear clattered nosily next to the mans limp body as it finally slumped down into the wet mud.

There came a chilling sound from the cretures still hidden head. As though it was laughing coldly at the futile waste of life.

"Fools. All of you, FOOLS!"

The hooded head snapped around and its hand leveled at a quartet of fighters hidden behind the stone kiln of the blacksmith. Red-orange fire raced up the arm, heating the water so rapidly as to envelop the body in a blanket of steam; and then shooting out at the unfortunant men in a stream of expanding death. The warriors scrambled to take cover behind the impassive stone only to find themselves hurtled backwards as the kiln exploded into shards that sailed effortlessly through their leather armor and thin metal plates that covered only portions of their flesh.

The flash momentarily blinded everyone and as their visions cleared they finally saw the creature gesturing carefully as it lowered its head against the glaring flames of the burning roof that once covered the blacksmiths shop. Suddenly the area around Sachiel shimmered with magical energy and then sputtered with orange smoke as creatures came in to being out of thin air. Two hounds, unnaturally thin and haggerd, sprang from this swirling mass of smoke and unleashed flames from their mouths that scorched and consumed men as they scrambled to defend themselves against this new threat.

"Hell Hounds. Bastard!" The dwarf next to Shinji spat before he lept off of the seven foot tall stone stair way. The fighter rolled as he landed and rushed off to fight, pulling out two heavy axes as he ran to help a smaller gnome fend off one of the conjured beasts.

"Time for some magic of my own."

Shinji splayed his fingers infront of his body and began to trace out an intricate pattern in the air. At the same time he began muttering underneath his breath arcane gibberish that convayed a sense of power to those who still remained behind him. Suddenly the air slightly lower down on the steps shimmered and emmited a poof of violet colored smoke and from out of this swirl of magic emerged three dogs with silver fur and flashing silvery eyes.

"Go, defend the people and distract the hounds." He mentally commanded. The dogs bowed their heads and rushed off to attack the Hell Hounds.

After they ran off Shinji reached down and pulled free his old and tarnished bastard sword, its handle worn and rusty but its blade keen and tested by his many wanderings into unfriendly places. Looks like this would be no different.

The beast was now advancing for the stairs, unleashing a blast of fire that consumed one of the conjured dogs, a counjured hound, and three fighters all at once. Shinji felt his stomach turn violently as he caught a glimpse of one mans skull being burned clean before the mass fell and dissapeared in a blaze of fire.

Then there came a sudden gesture from the creature that was directed to the stairs. A ball of fire formed quickly infront of the cupped palm and hovered a second before speeding rapidly for the top.

"JUMP!" Shinji yelled behind him before he rolled forward and down the stairs. A few managed to leap off to the side or scrabble back into the inn but two weren't so fortunant. As Shinji felt a wave of heat wash over his bouncing form he heard a rumble followed by an explosion punctuated by two angonizing screams. His heart wrenched violently at the sound of it as he rolled up on his feet at the bottom of the stairs. Coming eye to chest with the attacking monster.

"You are quite fast little one. Perhaps you are worthy enough to fight with me?" Came the low mocking voice.

Shinji dove aside fast enough to avoid the flame encrusted fist before it crushed his skull and managed to slice down on the top forearm as he passed. The blade bit down and blood that burst into flame sprouted forth, coating his sword.

"AAUUUUUGGGGHHHH!! IMPUDENT BUG! YOU DARE SCRATCH ME!!!" Sachiel screamed.

And before Shinji could roll out of the inhuman monsters reach it had spun its foot around in a fast, hard kick that connected with his arm. There was a sicking crunch as the foot crushed the bones in the forearm and a sharp rattle as the sword fell unheeded from Shinji's nerve wracked hands. Numbly he recalled something screaming in the distance not realizing it was him before the monster reached down with his empty hand and lifted him up by the collar of his studded leather armor.

"Well little one, you are quite a nuscience to me. And now you must die." The demons black eyes never waivered as it almost casually swung its own sword around to slash the face of a charging half-elf, cutting cleanly through his two ears and killing him easily.

"Now then, die...die and know that you died for nothing, for my master will succeed and this world will come to nothing but dust and ash!"

The monster then slammed his forehead into Shinji's own, and then did it again, and again, and again. He slammed his head into Shinji's until the nose was broken and the right eye was swollen shut and blood ran from a dozen cuts along the top of his face. Then Sachiel threw the unconsious body into the stacked collection of empty boxes and barrels near the stairs, causing several to break and one to shatter completely.

"These foolish mortals know nothing of my masters great plan. Thus they will submit or perish. For the glory of NERV, I will not fail him!" Sachiel proclaimed solemnly to himself before he started moving up the stairs. Proud that he was the first and only one to complete his masters task. Him the weakest of his brethern.

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Shinji opened his eyes. He sat up quickly, only to get wrapped up in the sheets of the bed he was in. He glanced around to find himself in a room, presumably in the Friendly Arms Inn. As he twisted to look he suddenly cried out softly in pain, the sore muscles he had accumulated letting themselves be known.

"Strange...wasn't I outside in the rain...fighting? But what was I fighting?"

Shaking his head clear of thought he untangled himself from his bedsheets and tenderly shifted his legs over to the edge. After tenatiously standing up from the bed, rubbing his aching back as he did so, he moved over to the window and flung open its shutters. A quick sensation of vertigo swept over him as he found himself peering out the third floor of the inn and out into the front of the courtyard. It was a mess, the blacksmiths shop was nothing more than a square of burnt rubble. A house that stood unnoticed in the far corner of the courtyard was collapsed, smoke rising from the middle of the wreckage as men and women swarmed over the area shifting bricks and wood beams out of the way: searching for something. The drawbridge was gone, and several bodies lay off to one side, covered in dirty bloodstained sheets or sometimes nothing at all. Several others were lined up on the other side of the courtyard, near the temple to Tyr. Its meger collection of clerics and priests roaming through the wounded and dying. Casting healing prayers or comforting the dying wherever they thought it appropriate. He was about to turn away from the window when he noticed a taller woman dressed in dirtied white robes moving about. She had an unruly mop of blue hair, she was the elf that had been badly wounded the night before. Shinji stood, mesmerized by her movements for several minutes until he was startled by an abrupt knock at the door.

"Master Shinji! Are you awake?" Called out someone, the same someone who entered merely seconds later.

"Ah, Master Shinji. Please sir, follow me and we can scrounge up some sort of food for you." The speaker was a halfling, short but tall for its kind. His round face framed by straw colored locks that curled near the bottom.

"How...how long have I been unconsious?" Shinji clumsily asked as he limped over to his host, his leg picking an unpleasent time to cramp up.

"Oh, not long. Only two days now. We'd thought ye'd die when we first found you. Nasty explosion that was." The halfling continued talking as he led Shinji down a flight of stairs and onto another floor. Most of it Shinji didn't understand but he held his tounge untill they reached the bottom floor and he was greeted by a small cheer. Looking around he noticed not everyone cheering for him, not that he knew why they cheered at all. Some stared back at him, cold menacing stares they were too. One particularly nasty one came from a dwarf, the same dwarf who had rushed to save the gnome that now sat beside him. The bespectacled short fellow peered out at Shinji's limping frame and then went back to following the line of scribbles that his hand was scratching out in a book thick with paper.

"'Es way sir! Please keep up!" Called the host, now a good distance away from the staircase. Shinji hurridly limped to catch up and sat down at the seat offered him with a groan.

"Nice work their lad!" One older man said as he leaned in close to pat Shinji's shoulder rather roughly.

"Greatest fight I ever saw!" Said another.

"Brilliant, bloody brilliant youngster. I owe my life to ya!" Yet another man congradulated him. Several more looked as though they would follow that lead when a loud voice made them all quiet down.

"ALL RIGHT YE BLOODY IDIOTIC FELLERS! Lets let the lad ate a bite a'fore ye bombard his poor mind wit yer' confounded thank yers!"

It was Bently Mirrorshade, hobbling up wrapped in bandages carrying a bowl of stew and a flagon filled with a sour smelling ale. He plunked both items down and glared menacingly at all of the onlookers, forcing them to turn away and mind their own business before he also sat down. He pulled out a pipe as Shinji ravenously tore into the stew, realizing for the first time he was starved.

"Well laddie," Bently puffed gently on his pipe and blew out a ring of evil smelling smoke. "Looks like ye pulled through well enough."

"Pardon me but...pulled through what? What the hell happened to me?"

"Ye don' rememba?" A stream of smoke wafted out from between the gnomes teeth and curled around his bulbous nose.

"No. What happened to Sachiel? Why did he attack here?"

"Don' know. 'Es dead."

Shinji was dimly aware of the spoon sliping from his fingers and splashing into the wonderful stew; what was left of it anyway.

"Who killed him?" Shinji started dreading what was going to be the answer.

"Why, ye did lad. Damndest thang I e'er saw too."

Shinji stared intensely at the smaller man. "How?"

"Well...I don' know all ta details, but..."

"Then tell me what you might know." Shinji leaned forward and spoke low, causing Mirrorshade to be silent for a moment as he noticed Shinji's face flicker between something intangible; and something terrifying.

"Alrig'...ye'd just been knocked inter ta empty crates, an the monster was jus' gettin up ta stairs when fer some reas'n it stop'd. T'en ye come fly'n outa dem broken crates an tackl'd ta creature head on. Ye sent it fly'n offa ta stairs an inta ta church wall. Pretty big damn dent to! T'en ye had som' kinder blue light wash over ya. Donno wha it was, but when it was gone yer eyes was sorta....sorta, I dunno: seepin fire."

"What do you mean 'seeping fire'?" Shinji sat back and sipped his ale, his face wincing as the taste washed over his tounge.

"It wasn't colored like normal fire...it was mor'n like white fire...an it came from ye'r eyes lad. Did'n burn ye, but frighten tha hell out 'o tha monster."

"So how did I kill it? Was there a sword nearby?" Shinji noticed that several of the men nearby had stopped everything and were listining to the story unfold.

"Naw, ye first punch it in ta hea' a few time. T'en ye grab its ribs an pulled two 'o them out. Blood eve'y where, eve'ything catchin' on fire from its demon blood. T'en ye start bang'n away at tha red circle in its midder, and all a sudden it screams out and burst inta flames, ye were sent fly'n back inta tha stairs jist a'fore ta thing exploded. An now we go a big 'ole in ta wall 'stead 'o a dent." Mirrorshade finished, pipesmoke wafting around his head in a sort of perverse halo.

Suddenly that sense of vertigo came back to Shinji, and he gripped the side of the table hard enough to cause it to groan a bit and compress. Several of the men and a few of the women around him looked concerned as he stood up suddenly and asked for his gear.

"'Ts, upsta'rs in ye'r room. Ar' ye alright lad?"

"Fine, just...fine."

Shinji left the room full of confused faces and raced back up to the room. He slammed the door shut, eliciting a shout of annoyance from the quarters next to his own, and started rummaging through the room. Once he had gathered his possesions he started dressing immediatly. It was as he strapped on his swordbelt that he remembered something about himself from that night. Slowly, almost in a frightened manner he pulled around his left arm and stared at it. Then he reached up and gently felt his nose and his forehead. There were some healed over cuts, and his nose felt a little larger than usual; but there was no pain, no red sting that penetrated his mind.

"The white light...must have been some kind of healing spell. But...I didn't have that kind of healing availible to me that night. So who..."

Shinji shook his head in idle speculation and instead focused on preparing himself for his trip into Baldur's Gate. He was already a day behind schedule and if he stayed here any longer he would be two days later than he wanted.

"Father, soon I will find you. And I will have my vengance. I Will!"

Shinji flung open the door to his room, once again casuing the person in the next room to shout for him to keep it down, and blindly rushed out the door: into a tall, white clad person.

"Watch-!"

"AAUGH-!"

The two collided full on and fell into a heap at the door, Shinji having the unfortunant grace to be on top. He muttered several times as he picked himself off of the floor and opened his eyes. Only to meet the strangest crimson red eyes staring back at him from a near perfect face framed by two long and pointed ears as well as a mop of ice blue hair. Shinji felt his breath being taken away from him as he stared endlessly into the deep wells of her eyes, until...

"Would you get off."

"Hun?" Shinji was caught off guard by the elfs melodious but somehow flat voice, he then felt a soft warmth from underneath his left hand and glanced down. His hand was square on the girls breast, her small and perfect bosom.

"Waugh!" He practicly flipped himself off of the girl and was stammering through his apologies when she intterupted him.

"Please, it was my fault. I have a request to ask you sir, if you would but listen to it."

"I, um, well, um...sure." Shinji sat upright against the doorframe as the elf sat up and straightened her dress, a new one apparently because there were no bloodstains or dirt smudges on its white purity.

"My name is Rei of the Ayanami, a river far to the east from here. I was forced to flee this way because seven months ago fifteen creatures calling themselves the Angels of Prophecy descended on my village. They slaughtered everyone there, including my brother and mother, and serched relentlessly for the blue haired wench." The elf wiped away the single tear that had collected on her lower eyelid and blinked once, the first time Shinji noticed her blink before she continued. "I'm the only possibility for them to seek. Ever since then I've been on the run, with the fifteen pursuing me relentlessly from my village. No one who has stood against them has lived. Everyone flees in terror or dies horribly if they dare to stand."

"And what do you want me to do?" Shinji asked timidly.

"Protect me."

"What?" His head snapped up and his eyes shone with confusion and dismay.

"I need to go to Waterdeep, to find asylum from those who wish to do me harm. I hear that Lord Blackstaff has the Lady Lareal as his wife, we were children together once and I know that she would protect me from these agents of evil if she knew of them."

"So why choose me? Last thing I recall is my ass getting pummeled by this, this...Angel whatever you call them. It was only by Tymora's hand that I lived."

"But you also destroyed one of the fifteen. Several brave men have died against him alone, several more fled in terror as he approached them."

"But, I...I can't. Its too dangerous for you to come with me!"

The conversation died for a moment following Shinji's loud anouncement. The only sound came from the snores of the room beside them and the conversation in the tavern below. Finally Rei asked her question.

"Why is that?"

"I...I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone. They would all be afraid of me, and I would be shunned...wherever I went. Look, just forget about me. Find someone else to get you to Waterdeep. Someone safer than myself."

Shinji stood and glanced once back into the room, then stepped around the sitting Rei and headed for the stairs. She sat and listened to his feet softly thump down the wood and then down the other flight to the tavern entrance.

"But you are the only one who can protect me...Shinji the Black." She whispered to the air, as though someone would overhear her private little moment, and sell it on the streets of Athkatla for two copper a word.

Silent Notes: Okay, yet another chapter. I'm trying to keep this parallel to the series as much as possible. Maybe a slight change in the timing of events and such but still most of this stuff is recognizable as coming more or less directly from the series.

Except it is set in the fantasy world of Forgotton Realms created by the ultimate badass creator of Elminster the Sage: Choosen of Mystra

ED GREENWOOD!!

Kudos also to R.A. Salvator: maker of the ultimate badass good Drow Elf Drizzt Do'Urden. Gotta Love 'Im!

As to the part where Rei cries a bit: weeeeelllll, it is IC for her: she does gain emotion in the series before she dies in Eva 00 (just enough to cry) and really for an elf she is totally OC.

Explination: Elves are the most playful and carefree of all the races. Somber races usually are Dwarves, Gnomes, and Drow Elves who spend most of their time fighting, creating, or just brooding. Elves usually spend time working on the arts and partying. PARTY!!!!! So for an elf not to show emotion for something like the death of a sibling or a parent usually means that they either hated each other greatly, or they were magicly altered to be rid of all emotion.

Sorry Eva hardcores: I know way to much about these sort of things for you to get all worked up about. Remember: this is part of D&D too, not just solely dedicated to remaining IC for Evangelion.

DEAL WIT IT!

The Silent One