"My Lord," Folken pulled Escaflowne to a stop, looking down at his village.
" Are you sure such carnage is necessary?" Ezekel replied through his
thoughts.
Fanelia will stand in our way, according to the ancient texts. The voice Vanished. Folken hung his head, the black tears streaming from his eyes again.
"Van oh God I'm sorry." He looked up, and throttled forward, crushing people and houses beneath the Escaflowne's feet. He winced hearing the screams, fading to a blood curdling gurgle. He felt his hands shaking. He looked up once more, spotting a blot of white against the night sky. As it approached, he realized it was Van, carrying Celena. He winced, looking away. Van flapped his wings, staring through the grates, looking at who the figure controlling the melef was. He gasped, and nearly lost his balance.
"FOLKEN!"
Folken closed his eyes, and continued walking through the village. Van followed, screaming at Folken, but compared to the rest of the noise, Van's pleas to stop were insignificant.
"FOLKEN STOP IT!!! PLEASE!!!," Van screamed. He felt dizzy, losing breath. Celena looked up at him, regaining consciousness
"Give up Van.he won't stop for you," She whispered, her eyes flashing a red color, then returning to their regular shade of blue. Van looked down at her, trying to keep himself in the air. Celena closed her eyes, and leaned her head against Van's chest, slipping into unconsciousness again. Van whimpered, knowing she was right. He turned and flew away form the villages, staring at flames slowly begin to rise. He sat against a rock, under a tree, just staring, holding Celena. He remembered Allen. All of the servants he held dear.Meruru. He stopped, and went cold. He knew she was dead, but it didn't quite sink in. He would never see her face again, or hear the purring in the middle of the night. All of this hit him like a ton a bricks. He wasn't ready for this. He was secure in the fact that Fanelia wouldn't be attacked again. What would a neighboring country want form Fanelia anyway? They were just getting back on their feet. They didn't have good crops to offer, no raw goods. He buried his face in his hands, tears streaming down his bloodied cheeks. He sobbed and sobbed. Celena only sat by, watching in awe as the King of Fanelia broke down into tears. They seemed to stay there forever, until Van fell asleep in his fetal position. Celena stayed still for a while, to be sure not to wake him. When she felt sure enough that Van was sound asleep, she crawled over on all fours, reaching out and stroking his cheek. With a sigh, Celena's eyes flashed red, and the body formed into Dilandau's. Dilandau gently reached out and pulled Van close to him, cradling him. He giggled childishly as a blue orb formed around the two and they vanished, leaving Fanelia to burn to cinders.
"So this is the boy king I was so worried about? Not much of a king, is he? Un-impressive little runt," Ezekel turned up his nose from the boy. "Well, my visions are never wrong. We'll have to kill him," He turned to Dilandau. "I trust you can finish that runt off," He turned away, dismissing Dilandau. Dilandau smiled, and scurried off to his rooms. He looked down at his prey, smiling with glee. He knew just what he was going to do with this pretty boy. He pushed open the door to his old room, memories flooding back into his conscious. He remembered the ropes and weapons he hid in a chest under his bed. He placed Van on the old dusty bed, then proceeding to reach under his bed, pulling out an old dusty chest. He opened the lid, and shuttered at the satisfying squeal the old hinges managed to make. He smiled at the untouched weapons and rope. Not dusty. He remembered when Jajuka gave him the box, that he said it was air tight, and would keep his precious items safe and sound. He closed the lid, and looked at the top, tracing the ornate decorations with his finger. He sighed, and shook his head, his thoughts returning to the mission at hand: destroy the king of Fanelia. He looked to the sleeping boy, and caressed the rope before he hoped on the bed, wrapping it about his slender wrists, tying him to the bedposts. Van's eyelashes fluttered, and drowsy sleep filled garnet eyes stared at Dilandau with wonder. For a moment it looked as if he wasn't sure if he was awake or not, but then color and light flooded his eyes. The burning sensation of the rope around his wrists dug into him like the felice did to his chest. One word came into mind; Trouble. When there was trouble, van always ended up having to try and get away. Struggle, was the second word. He realized his legs were free, so he bucked them about wildly, trying to ward off the attacker. He felt two firm hands around his ankles, and then rope. Dilandau placed his hand on Van's chest, and with his other hand placed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh, hush now, little birdie," Dilandau smiled, trying to calm him down. Van, for a moment was confused, and realized why Celena was back. Dilandau was back, and Dilandau killed Meruru. Revenge. The third word in his mind since he woke up. He pulled furiously on the ropes, trying to lash out at Dilandau. Dilandau shook his head, and tied a piece of dusty cloth in Vans mouth. Van felt sick at the taste of dust, and tried to push it out with his tongue but found that it was useless. He took a deep breath in through his nostrils, and looked at Dilandau. The look in his eyes told Dilandau what he meant to say by giving up struggling. Go on, kill me already. Dilandau could only smile. "You'll be at peace soon enough. But not now.I have things I need to do," He stroked vans cheek again, absorbing his warmth. "Beautiful. So sad master is making me kill you. Oh well, I might as well make you scream. I love the sound of screaming" "Dilandau reached back behind him, and pulled out a pocket knife. Van closed his eyes, and looked away, awaiting the pain. He felt the cold steel press against his skin. Dilandau smiled, and pulled the knife away. "I have a better idea," Dilandau jumped up and walked away from Van, heading towards a candle. Elegantly, he picked it up, and strode soundlessly back to bed. Smiling, he held the blade over the flame, until it became hot. To test it, He pressed the blade against the nightstand. A small stream of smoke rose and circled around Dilandau's head. He smiled wickedly, and approached him. Van closed his eyes tighter, and turned away, felt himself shaking. He felt the heat against his stomach, traveling lower down to his thighs. Tears flooded his eyes, and he couldn't keep them back. He let out a small wail, and tossed his head up, eyes snapping open. There was a loud crash, and Van turned his head towards the door. Folken stood in the doorway, and a look of fury that would frighten the devil himself crossed his face. He approached Dilandau, who looked up blankly at Folken. "Get off of him, you fucking brat," Dilandau frowned. "I was ordered to kill him," Folken picked Dilandau up by the throat and threw him across the room. The boy thudded helplessly against the wall. Folken drew his sword as he approached him. "Be at rest, Dilandau," With that Folken sliced off Dilandau's head. It fell to the floor with a quiet thump. Van turned his head away, and winced painfully. Folken turned his head, and looked at Van. A look of worry crossed his face, and he walked over, caressing Vans head, cutting the rope. He picked him up and cradled him gently, kissing his head. "Y-you're supposed to be dead..at rest not.not destroying Fanelia.no," Van sobbed helplessly, his chest heaving up and down. The words were barely audible, but Folken heard the majority of them. He shook his head, kissing Van's head. "I'm sorry Van," Van sobbed and eventually fell asleep in Folken's arms. Folken sighed, and placed him on the bed again, pulling a piece a fabric from his cloak and placing it over Vans wounds. The one Dilandau had made didn't bleed, because it was burnt on impact. But the ones on his chest still bled slightly, and puss had gathered at the edges of each little scratch mark. Folken stayed the night with him, stroking his face, telling him stories about the draconian, old legends about Fanelia.
Fanelia will stand in our way, according to the ancient texts. The voice Vanished. Folken hung his head, the black tears streaming from his eyes again.
"Van oh God I'm sorry." He looked up, and throttled forward, crushing people and houses beneath the Escaflowne's feet. He winced hearing the screams, fading to a blood curdling gurgle. He felt his hands shaking. He looked up once more, spotting a blot of white against the night sky. As it approached, he realized it was Van, carrying Celena. He winced, looking away. Van flapped his wings, staring through the grates, looking at who the figure controlling the melef was. He gasped, and nearly lost his balance.
"FOLKEN!"
Folken closed his eyes, and continued walking through the village. Van followed, screaming at Folken, but compared to the rest of the noise, Van's pleas to stop were insignificant.
"FOLKEN STOP IT!!! PLEASE!!!," Van screamed. He felt dizzy, losing breath. Celena looked up at him, regaining consciousness
"Give up Van.he won't stop for you," She whispered, her eyes flashing a red color, then returning to their regular shade of blue. Van looked down at her, trying to keep himself in the air. Celena closed her eyes, and leaned her head against Van's chest, slipping into unconsciousness again. Van whimpered, knowing she was right. He turned and flew away form the villages, staring at flames slowly begin to rise. He sat against a rock, under a tree, just staring, holding Celena. He remembered Allen. All of the servants he held dear.Meruru. He stopped, and went cold. He knew she was dead, but it didn't quite sink in. He would never see her face again, or hear the purring in the middle of the night. All of this hit him like a ton a bricks. He wasn't ready for this. He was secure in the fact that Fanelia wouldn't be attacked again. What would a neighboring country want form Fanelia anyway? They were just getting back on their feet. They didn't have good crops to offer, no raw goods. He buried his face in his hands, tears streaming down his bloodied cheeks. He sobbed and sobbed. Celena only sat by, watching in awe as the King of Fanelia broke down into tears. They seemed to stay there forever, until Van fell asleep in his fetal position. Celena stayed still for a while, to be sure not to wake him. When she felt sure enough that Van was sound asleep, she crawled over on all fours, reaching out and stroking his cheek. With a sigh, Celena's eyes flashed red, and the body formed into Dilandau's. Dilandau gently reached out and pulled Van close to him, cradling him. He giggled childishly as a blue orb formed around the two and they vanished, leaving Fanelia to burn to cinders.
"So this is the boy king I was so worried about? Not much of a king, is he? Un-impressive little runt," Ezekel turned up his nose from the boy. "Well, my visions are never wrong. We'll have to kill him," He turned to Dilandau. "I trust you can finish that runt off," He turned away, dismissing Dilandau. Dilandau smiled, and scurried off to his rooms. He looked down at his prey, smiling with glee. He knew just what he was going to do with this pretty boy. He pushed open the door to his old room, memories flooding back into his conscious. He remembered the ropes and weapons he hid in a chest under his bed. He placed Van on the old dusty bed, then proceeding to reach under his bed, pulling out an old dusty chest. He opened the lid, and shuttered at the satisfying squeal the old hinges managed to make. He smiled at the untouched weapons and rope. Not dusty. He remembered when Jajuka gave him the box, that he said it was air tight, and would keep his precious items safe and sound. He closed the lid, and looked at the top, tracing the ornate decorations with his finger. He sighed, and shook his head, his thoughts returning to the mission at hand: destroy the king of Fanelia. He looked to the sleeping boy, and caressed the rope before he hoped on the bed, wrapping it about his slender wrists, tying him to the bedposts. Van's eyelashes fluttered, and drowsy sleep filled garnet eyes stared at Dilandau with wonder. For a moment it looked as if he wasn't sure if he was awake or not, but then color and light flooded his eyes. The burning sensation of the rope around his wrists dug into him like the felice did to his chest. One word came into mind; Trouble. When there was trouble, van always ended up having to try and get away. Struggle, was the second word. He realized his legs were free, so he bucked them about wildly, trying to ward off the attacker. He felt two firm hands around his ankles, and then rope. Dilandau placed his hand on Van's chest, and with his other hand placed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh, hush now, little birdie," Dilandau smiled, trying to calm him down. Van, for a moment was confused, and realized why Celena was back. Dilandau was back, and Dilandau killed Meruru. Revenge. The third word in his mind since he woke up. He pulled furiously on the ropes, trying to lash out at Dilandau. Dilandau shook his head, and tied a piece of dusty cloth in Vans mouth. Van felt sick at the taste of dust, and tried to push it out with his tongue but found that it was useless. He took a deep breath in through his nostrils, and looked at Dilandau. The look in his eyes told Dilandau what he meant to say by giving up struggling. Go on, kill me already. Dilandau could only smile. "You'll be at peace soon enough. But not now.I have things I need to do," He stroked vans cheek again, absorbing his warmth. "Beautiful. So sad master is making me kill you. Oh well, I might as well make you scream. I love the sound of screaming" "Dilandau reached back behind him, and pulled out a pocket knife. Van closed his eyes, and looked away, awaiting the pain. He felt the cold steel press against his skin. Dilandau smiled, and pulled the knife away. "I have a better idea," Dilandau jumped up and walked away from Van, heading towards a candle. Elegantly, he picked it up, and strode soundlessly back to bed. Smiling, he held the blade over the flame, until it became hot. To test it, He pressed the blade against the nightstand. A small stream of smoke rose and circled around Dilandau's head. He smiled wickedly, and approached him. Van closed his eyes tighter, and turned away, felt himself shaking. He felt the heat against his stomach, traveling lower down to his thighs. Tears flooded his eyes, and he couldn't keep them back. He let out a small wail, and tossed his head up, eyes snapping open. There was a loud crash, and Van turned his head towards the door. Folken stood in the doorway, and a look of fury that would frighten the devil himself crossed his face. He approached Dilandau, who looked up blankly at Folken. "Get off of him, you fucking brat," Dilandau frowned. "I was ordered to kill him," Folken picked Dilandau up by the throat and threw him across the room. The boy thudded helplessly against the wall. Folken drew his sword as he approached him. "Be at rest, Dilandau," With that Folken sliced off Dilandau's head. It fell to the floor with a quiet thump. Van turned his head away, and winced painfully. Folken turned his head, and looked at Van. A look of worry crossed his face, and he walked over, caressing Vans head, cutting the rope. He picked him up and cradled him gently, kissing his head. "Y-you're supposed to be dead..at rest not.not destroying Fanelia.no," Van sobbed helplessly, his chest heaving up and down. The words were barely audible, but Folken heard the majority of them. He shook his head, kissing Van's head. "I'm sorry Van," Van sobbed and eventually fell asleep in Folken's arms. Folken sighed, and placed him on the bed again, pulling a piece a fabric from his cloak and placing it over Vans wounds. The one Dilandau had made didn't bleed, because it was burnt on impact. But the ones on his chest still bled slightly, and puss had gathered at the edges of each little scratch mark. Folken stayed the night with him, stroking his face, telling him stories about the draconian, old legends about Fanelia.
