Sorry everyone for the wait! I know, I took a week longer than I said, but
I had a lot of things on my mind!! Anyway, here is the fifth chapter,
where you'll all find out Ombre's secret. Take care everyone, and I should
put the sixth chapter in a week!
Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne, including the characters, I only own Ombre.
Chapter 5: Ombre's secret
Ombre arrived at the stadium a little more then fifteen minutes later, and was happy to find she was alone. This way, she could think about what she was going to say to Dilandau. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't hear Dilandau, arriving a few minutes after her.
The general stepped inside the arena, a thousand questions buzzing in his mind. He saw Ombre in the middle of the stadium. Her back was turned to him, and Dilandau took the time to look at her. Her hair was untied, and the wind was softly blowing in it. She was wearing a black sweatshirt and black jeans, not those skin-tight pants the slayers wore all the time. 'Must be her own clothes.' Dilandau approached her silently, enjoying the view he had of Ombre. She had a nice built, not plain, but not fat either. Her legs were long and muscled, as her arms, and her shoulders were not too narrow. 'She's built like a fighter.'
Ombre knew Dilandau was behind her, seeing his shadow creeping near hers, but she waited for him to make the first move. Dilandau was getting nervous from being in private with her, and even more from the growing uncomfortable silence between them. He cleared his throat, and Ombre turned to look at him.
"What do you want to know Dilandau-sama? I'm here to answer all of your questions."
"Dilandau."
"Huh?"
"I'm not here as your general, but as your friend, At least, I hope to be, so it's just Dilandau."
Ombre was suddenly silent. Her eyes were fixed on her shoes, as if it was the most interesting thing here. Dilandau put his hand on her shoulder, and smiled softly at her when she lifted her head.
"Come, let's sit down on the bench."
He led her to a wooden bench and sat beside her.
"Now, tell me everything."
With these words of encouragement, Ombre let herself go, telling everything about her life to her general, no, her friend.
"I've never met my real parents. I was abandoned when I was a little baby. A couple found me on their doorsteps, and having no children, they adopted me and raised me with love. As I've said this morning, the man was a blacksmith, and his wife was a house woman. They lived in a small village on the border of Asturia. Argo, my 'dad' was a famous blacksmith, for he could forged swords that had an incredible strength. His wife, Sophia, was a white witch. She helped a lot around the village, helping pregnant women give birth and healing sick people. She knew how to use and call the elements, but she never told this to the villagers, for it was a secret that she was a witch. When I was ten years old, Argo taught me how to forge weapons of all kind. I helped him whenever he wanted me to and I loved these moments passed in the forge. Have you ever been in one?"
"No, sorry. I've used swords, but never made one, or even seen how it's done."
"It's okay. Anyway, when I wasn't with Argo, I was with Sophia, learning everything she knew. I had a born ability to elemental magic, but I never knew why, neither did Sophia. After two years, I was an accomplished sorceress and blacksmith. Of course, I wasn't as good as my parents, but good enough. My foster family was proud of me, but they never let me go outside of their property. I was taught everything in the small house we lived in. At the age of thirteen, I forged my first sword. I've put all my heart in it, as well as all my magical knowledge. With this sword, I was able to use the elemental, just like I did when I fought Miguel."
"Is the sword you forged the same you're using now?"
"Yes it is. I used this sword everyday, beginning to evolve and becoming better than before."
"You seemed happy in that time, what happened?"
"Well, it started in my fourteen year, when I hit puberty. I started to see things. Whenever I looked at a shadow, I could see it twist and change form. It was brief at first, but it soon became harassing. But that's the easy part. I found out one evening I could disappear in shadows."
"What do you mean by disappear?"
Ombre stood up and motioned Dilandau to stay where he was. She walked back in the shadow, and Dilandau wasn't able to see her anymore. He looked closely, and saw the shadows move. A shadow approached him, and it suddenly grew, as if it was a big blob. It rapidly took a human shape, and Dilandau saw Ombre emerge from the black bubble. He stepped back a little, fear and confusion written in his face. Ombre became sad again, sitting on the bench away from him. Dilandau could not stop looking at her.
"What was that??!!??"
"I told you I could disappear in shadows. Anyway, my family didn't mind. They thought it was just another magic trick, which I believed too. It would all have stayed that way if I wouldn't have been seen. Unfortunately, a villager saw me doing the exact same thing I just did to you. He was afraid and told everyone in the town I was a demon of some kind. One night, someone knocked on our door. Sophia answered it. Outside was a large crowd consisting of almost every townspeople. They came for me. They took me, saying I was the devil's daughter. My parents tried everything to stop them, but they could not do a thing."
Ombre started crying, out of pain from the memories. Dilandau approached her and carefully placed his arm around her shoulder.
"Shush…It's all in the past…please, tell me, what have they done to you?"
"They took me to a big house, in the middle of the town. There, they took my shirt off, leaving me with my bra and pants on, and placed me on a table, face down. I was so scared, I couldn't use any of my powers, for it might just anger them more. I heard a buzzing sound after a few moments. The people around me were talking about me being the devil's child, and other such things. Then, it started."
"What started?"
"I felt a terrible pain at the bottom of my back. It felt like they were cutting my skin with a razor blade. And the buzzing sound just kept on going. It lasted two hours. I was then thrown off in a small chamber. I crawled on the bed and fell asleep, crying my heart out. I woke up a few hours later. People were on the other side of the door, talking about me. I heard someone talking about a mark they put on me. I went to look in the small mirror that was in the room, look at what they did to me the night before. They tattooed me!! They marked me as the devil's minion!"
"What do you mean, marked you?"
Ombre stood up and took off her sweatshirt. She was wearing a black tank top that stopped about one inch above her belly button. Dilandau was a little surprised to see her doing this. He could feel his body slowly getting hotter. 'This is not the time to feel like this. I'm here to comfort her dammit!' Ombre turned around, showing him her back. Dilandau traced her spine with his eyes, but suddenly stopped. On the strip of skin that was shown between her shirt and pants, he could see a drawing. He approached her, and bent down to look more carefully.
She indeed had something tattooed on her back. A pair of bat wings were opened, travelling from one side to the other. They were connected to a vertical stake that was circled by a barbed wire. At the point where the wings connected to the stake, there was a rose. This drawing was beautiful, but charged with a message that destroyed it's beauty.
"That's the pecato symbol!"
"Yes, that's what they tattooed me. A mark meaning the bearer is a fallen angel, a demon. After they sensed I was woken up, they took me and brought me at the outskirts of town. We walked for an hour in the forest that surrounds the village. The people that brought me there told me I was exiled of this town, saying they would kill my family if I ever made contact with them again. So I left, having no other choices. I wandered around Asturia for a year and a half, without really knowing why they did this to me. I eventually met a fortune-teller and sorcerer, like me, who took care of me for a month. I was really sick when he found me and he healed me. He also told me what I really am."
"And that is?"
"Do you know what elementals are?"
"Of course. They're beings formed from one element, like sprites and nymphs. There are some all over Gaea."
"Exactly. Well, in my case, I'm a genasi. One of my parents was an elemental, a shadow elemental, while the other was a human. I'm half- human, half-shadow elemental. That's why I can manipulate magic and shadow, and that's why the people were afraid of me. I repulse persons and animals that love light, just like light affects my mood."
Dilandau was awe-struck. He knew Ombre wasn't really normal, but he never expected her to be a genasi. He looked at her, saying nothing, only staring. Ombre was now tense, afraid of what his reaction might be.
"Dilandau-sama, I understand if you would want me to resign from the Dragon Slayers. I expect you would not want a freak like me in your elite."
Ombre slowly left the bench, walking toward the Dragon slayers' quarters. Dilandau stood up and took her hand, stopping her from escaping. He gently pulled her to him, turning her around in one motion. He then put his other hand on her waist, approaching even more. Ombre was getting nervous from being so close to him. Her heart started to pump way faster than it should. Dilandau was felling his temperature rising. He slowly approached his head to hers, his breath blowing softly on her lips. His lips touched hers, carefully. The kiss was soft and innocent, being their first for the both of them. Ombre was shocked at first, but she quickly kissed him back. They broke apart, both of them covered in a huge blush. Dilandau let go of Ombre, and she ran away toward the dorms.
Dilandau sighed, for he wanted her to stay near him. He was happy to know what plagued her, for now he knew who she was exactly, but in a certain way, he felt weird. 'Why did I kissed her? Am I in love with her? I feel so good when I'm near her, and so sad when she's sad. What is this feeling?' Dilandau walked to his room, his mind in turmoil.
Hey, another chapter!! Okay, so about the tattoo, if any of you guys want to see what it's like, I have it. Yeah, it's my real tattoo. I'll take a picture and scan it if I have some requests! Well, take care everyone, and see you soon!
Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne, including the characters, I only own Ombre.
Chapter 5: Ombre's secret
Ombre arrived at the stadium a little more then fifteen minutes later, and was happy to find she was alone. This way, she could think about what she was going to say to Dilandau. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't hear Dilandau, arriving a few minutes after her.
The general stepped inside the arena, a thousand questions buzzing in his mind. He saw Ombre in the middle of the stadium. Her back was turned to him, and Dilandau took the time to look at her. Her hair was untied, and the wind was softly blowing in it. She was wearing a black sweatshirt and black jeans, not those skin-tight pants the slayers wore all the time. 'Must be her own clothes.' Dilandau approached her silently, enjoying the view he had of Ombre. She had a nice built, not plain, but not fat either. Her legs were long and muscled, as her arms, and her shoulders were not too narrow. 'She's built like a fighter.'
Ombre knew Dilandau was behind her, seeing his shadow creeping near hers, but she waited for him to make the first move. Dilandau was getting nervous from being in private with her, and even more from the growing uncomfortable silence between them. He cleared his throat, and Ombre turned to look at him.
"What do you want to know Dilandau-sama? I'm here to answer all of your questions."
"Dilandau."
"Huh?"
"I'm not here as your general, but as your friend, At least, I hope to be, so it's just Dilandau."
Ombre was suddenly silent. Her eyes were fixed on her shoes, as if it was the most interesting thing here. Dilandau put his hand on her shoulder, and smiled softly at her when she lifted her head.
"Come, let's sit down on the bench."
He led her to a wooden bench and sat beside her.
"Now, tell me everything."
With these words of encouragement, Ombre let herself go, telling everything about her life to her general, no, her friend.
"I've never met my real parents. I was abandoned when I was a little baby. A couple found me on their doorsteps, and having no children, they adopted me and raised me with love. As I've said this morning, the man was a blacksmith, and his wife was a house woman. They lived in a small village on the border of Asturia. Argo, my 'dad' was a famous blacksmith, for he could forged swords that had an incredible strength. His wife, Sophia, was a white witch. She helped a lot around the village, helping pregnant women give birth and healing sick people. She knew how to use and call the elements, but she never told this to the villagers, for it was a secret that she was a witch. When I was ten years old, Argo taught me how to forge weapons of all kind. I helped him whenever he wanted me to and I loved these moments passed in the forge. Have you ever been in one?"
"No, sorry. I've used swords, but never made one, or even seen how it's done."
"It's okay. Anyway, when I wasn't with Argo, I was with Sophia, learning everything she knew. I had a born ability to elemental magic, but I never knew why, neither did Sophia. After two years, I was an accomplished sorceress and blacksmith. Of course, I wasn't as good as my parents, but good enough. My foster family was proud of me, but they never let me go outside of their property. I was taught everything in the small house we lived in. At the age of thirteen, I forged my first sword. I've put all my heart in it, as well as all my magical knowledge. With this sword, I was able to use the elemental, just like I did when I fought Miguel."
"Is the sword you forged the same you're using now?"
"Yes it is. I used this sword everyday, beginning to evolve and becoming better than before."
"You seemed happy in that time, what happened?"
"Well, it started in my fourteen year, when I hit puberty. I started to see things. Whenever I looked at a shadow, I could see it twist and change form. It was brief at first, but it soon became harassing. But that's the easy part. I found out one evening I could disappear in shadows."
"What do you mean by disappear?"
Ombre stood up and motioned Dilandau to stay where he was. She walked back in the shadow, and Dilandau wasn't able to see her anymore. He looked closely, and saw the shadows move. A shadow approached him, and it suddenly grew, as if it was a big blob. It rapidly took a human shape, and Dilandau saw Ombre emerge from the black bubble. He stepped back a little, fear and confusion written in his face. Ombre became sad again, sitting on the bench away from him. Dilandau could not stop looking at her.
"What was that??!!??"
"I told you I could disappear in shadows. Anyway, my family didn't mind. They thought it was just another magic trick, which I believed too. It would all have stayed that way if I wouldn't have been seen. Unfortunately, a villager saw me doing the exact same thing I just did to you. He was afraid and told everyone in the town I was a demon of some kind. One night, someone knocked on our door. Sophia answered it. Outside was a large crowd consisting of almost every townspeople. They came for me. They took me, saying I was the devil's daughter. My parents tried everything to stop them, but they could not do a thing."
Ombre started crying, out of pain from the memories. Dilandau approached her and carefully placed his arm around her shoulder.
"Shush…It's all in the past…please, tell me, what have they done to you?"
"They took me to a big house, in the middle of the town. There, they took my shirt off, leaving me with my bra and pants on, and placed me on a table, face down. I was so scared, I couldn't use any of my powers, for it might just anger them more. I heard a buzzing sound after a few moments. The people around me were talking about me being the devil's child, and other such things. Then, it started."
"What started?"
"I felt a terrible pain at the bottom of my back. It felt like they were cutting my skin with a razor blade. And the buzzing sound just kept on going. It lasted two hours. I was then thrown off in a small chamber. I crawled on the bed and fell asleep, crying my heart out. I woke up a few hours later. People were on the other side of the door, talking about me. I heard someone talking about a mark they put on me. I went to look in the small mirror that was in the room, look at what they did to me the night before. They tattooed me!! They marked me as the devil's minion!"
"What do you mean, marked you?"
Ombre stood up and took off her sweatshirt. She was wearing a black tank top that stopped about one inch above her belly button. Dilandau was a little surprised to see her doing this. He could feel his body slowly getting hotter. 'This is not the time to feel like this. I'm here to comfort her dammit!' Ombre turned around, showing him her back. Dilandau traced her spine with his eyes, but suddenly stopped. On the strip of skin that was shown between her shirt and pants, he could see a drawing. He approached her, and bent down to look more carefully.
She indeed had something tattooed on her back. A pair of bat wings were opened, travelling from one side to the other. They were connected to a vertical stake that was circled by a barbed wire. At the point where the wings connected to the stake, there was a rose. This drawing was beautiful, but charged with a message that destroyed it's beauty.
"That's the pecato symbol!"
"Yes, that's what they tattooed me. A mark meaning the bearer is a fallen angel, a demon. After they sensed I was woken up, they took me and brought me at the outskirts of town. We walked for an hour in the forest that surrounds the village. The people that brought me there told me I was exiled of this town, saying they would kill my family if I ever made contact with them again. So I left, having no other choices. I wandered around Asturia for a year and a half, without really knowing why they did this to me. I eventually met a fortune-teller and sorcerer, like me, who took care of me for a month. I was really sick when he found me and he healed me. He also told me what I really am."
"And that is?"
"Do you know what elementals are?"
"Of course. They're beings formed from one element, like sprites and nymphs. There are some all over Gaea."
"Exactly. Well, in my case, I'm a genasi. One of my parents was an elemental, a shadow elemental, while the other was a human. I'm half- human, half-shadow elemental. That's why I can manipulate magic and shadow, and that's why the people were afraid of me. I repulse persons and animals that love light, just like light affects my mood."
Dilandau was awe-struck. He knew Ombre wasn't really normal, but he never expected her to be a genasi. He looked at her, saying nothing, only staring. Ombre was now tense, afraid of what his reaction might be.
"Dilandau-sama, I understand if you would want me to resign from the Dragon Slayers. I expect you would not want a freak like me in your elite."
Ombre slowly left the bench, walking toward the Dragon slayers' quarters. Dilandau stood up and took her hand, stopping her from escaping. He gently pulled her to him, turning her around in one motion. He then put his other hand on her waist, approaching even more. Ombre was getting nervous from being so close to him. Her heart started to pump way faster than it should. Dilandau was felling his temperature rising. He slowly approached his head to hers, his breath blowing softly on her lips. His lips touched hers, carefully. The kiss was soft and innocent, being their first for the both of them. Ombre was shocked at first, but she quickly kissed him back. They broke apart, both of them covered in a huge blush. Dilandau let go of Ombre, and she ran away toward the dorms.
Dilandau sighed, for he wanted her to stay near him. He was happy to know what plagued her, for now he knew who she was exactly, but in a certain way, he felt weird. 'Why did I kissed her? Am I in love with her? I feel so good when I'm near her, and so sad when she's sad. What is this feeling?' Dilandau walked to his room, his mind in turmoil.
Hey, another chapter!! Okay, so about the tattoo, if any of you guys want to see what it's like, I have it. Yeah, it's my real tattoo. I'll take a picture and scan it if I have some requests! Well, take care everyone, and see you soon!
