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my characters. Please leave them to me. Thank you and enjoy the show.
Author's note: Um, heh, Ice Eyes noted a few misspellings. I'm going back through it all and cleaning up. A minor detail, but when it comes to writing, I have to do it right. Thank you Ice Eyes ( Hope you enjoy!
Angel of the Moon
Angel of the moon
Come once again
Heal the enemy
Unite with love
New darkness begins to loom
Help us find the end
Hear a people's plea
Gentle one above
One of all colors
Find your flight
You are not alone
Your strength in faith of others
One before the past
From out of darkness comes
One path to take, the fate is cast
The new life has begun
Angel of the Moon
Two parts to one whole
They did not all meet the doom
To the sun you must go
Your people are waiting
Bring them back or leave them there
The choice is in the making
The dragon in the air
What has happened:
Zaibach, after the death of the Emperor, has fallen into fractions. The generals have begun fighting over the vast power. One lone man has begun trying to unite the mini-empires, but isn't succeeding. He sends secret pleas for alliance to Fried. Now it is a time of fate altering decision. But behind the noble acts of one man, a dark secret out of the past is crawling into view.
Prologue: Memory
It had been nearly two years since she had returned. Fall was coming on the park where she, Yukari, Amano, and others used to take walks together. Hitomi sighed and pulled up the collar of their school jacket as a cold wind whipped around her. Unconsciously she glanced upwards.
Stop it, she chided herself, Don't be so semimetal.
"Hitomi! Hitomi!"
She turned to see her best friend, Yukari, running after her.
"Amano is waiting for me at the snack shop. Come on!"
Reluctantly, Hitomi let herself be led to the favorite corner store. Coming back to find Yukari and Amano steadily dating wasn't difficult, what was difficult was having to endure it. Enduring Yukari's chatter and fawning over Amano became tedious, serving only to remind her on a love which she had nearly possessed. How Amano managed to tolerate her friend's enthusiasm was a mystery to her.
I suppose he thinks it's cute - like a kitten. Hitomi sighed inwardly.
They reached the shop and opened the door to a bright, cheery room lined with all sorts of sweets and snacks, another favorite student getaway. Hitomi scanned the shelves half-interestedly and settled for some dried, mixed fruit in an energy - nibbler bag. Yukari meanwhile pounced on the brown haired figure standing before a game machine.
"Amano, I missed you..."
The rest Hitomi tuned out. She paid for her snack and glanced around once more. An animated fortune-teller's booth stood next to the door. She had never seen it here before. Staring at it, she hesitantly touched the button. Nothing happened. It required fifty yen.
"Hitomi, you could just tell us our fortunes for free." Yukari teased, coming up behind her.
An eerie feeling was making the hair on Hitomi's neck prickle. "I gave that up. Playing with fate was just too much."
Yukari impulsively shoved a coin in the slot. "Fine, then I will."
The machine ground out a music box tune and dropped a slip of paper into the waiting bin. Yukari pulled it out and read,
"Follow your heart, use your mind, and help the one you love." She smiled at Amano. "I don't know if we need that one. Hitomi? Hitomi, are you all right? You've gone white."
Hitomi couldn't tear her eyes away from the paper. Stammering, she said, "I'm fine. I got to go. I promised Mama I'd be home early."
She turned and bolted out the door, leaving Yukari and Amano puzzled.
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English class was so hard. The hour session seemed to take double the time as Hitomi struggled to decipher passages from her book.
"How are you doing Hitomi-san?"
She looked up and met the blue-green eyes of her teacher, Emilee Fields, and American who had moved here to teach English. Her Japanese wasn't bad. She had a melodious accent and occasional odd pronunciation, but Hitomi liked her. She smiled.
"Fine Field-sama, it' s starting to come together"
Emilee had flecks of green in her eyes that sparkled with good humor.
"Good." She smiled, "But this would be a 'was' not 'were'. 'He was going to find the dog.'"
Hitomi blushed, "Oh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Past and present tense mess me up at times too."
Her teacher stood up and looked over the classroom. "Hey, Taki, keep your eyes on your own paper." Pushing back her thick red curls, the tall American moved off to discipline her student.
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A small, blonde haired youth, not much older than a boy, sat in a royal chair too large for him. A court announcer approached him quietly.
"My Lord, the king of Fanalia has arrived."
Duke Chid of Fried absentmindedly fingered his hand and winced, feeling the long scab along his palm.
"Let him enter."
Without preamble, the great double doors swung open. King Van stepped confidently down the royal carpet dressed in full Fanalian royal attire. When he reached the platform of Chid's status, he brought his right fist across his chest and bowed respectfully.
"Lord Duke Chid, I have come in response of your request of an alliance."
Chid stood and answered formally, "Welcome King Van of Fanalia. Thank you for your prompt response. If I may, please make yourself comfortable. Tomorrow we will begin negotiations."
A flicker of surprised flashed though the King's eyes, but he simply bowed again.
"As you say, Lord Chid."
Author's note: Um, heh, Ice Eyes noted a few misspellings. I'm going back through it all and cleaning up. A minor detail, but when it comes to writing, I have to do it right. Thank you Ice Eyes ( Hope you enjoy!
Angel of the Moon
Angel of the moon
Come once again
Heal the enemy
Unite with love
New darkness begins to loom
Help us find the end
Hear a people's plea
Gentle one above
One of all colors
Find your flight
You are not alone
Your strength in faith of others
One before the past
From out of darkness comes
One path to take, the fate is cast
The new life has begun
Angel of the Moon
Two parts to one whole
They did not all meet the doom
To the sun you must go
Your people are waiting
Bring them back or leave them there
The choice is in the making
The dragon in the air
What has happened:
Zaibach, after the death of the Emperor, has fallen into fractions. The generals have begun fighting over the vast power. One lone man has begun trying to unite the mini-empires, but isn't succeeding. He sends secret pleas for alliance to Fried. Now it is a time of fate altering decision. But behind the noble acts of one man, a dark secret out of the past is crawling into view.
Prologue: Memory
It had been nearly two years since she had returned. Fall was coming on the park where she, Yukari, Amano, and others used to take walks together. Hitomi sighed and pulled up the collar of their school jacket as a cold wind whipped around her. Unconsciously she glanced upwards.
Stop it, she chided herself, Don't be so semimetal.
"Hitomi! Hitomi!"
She turned to see her best friend, Yukari, running after her.
"Amano is waiting for me at the snack shop. Come on!"
Reluctantly, Hitomi let herself be led to the favorite corner store. Coming back to find Yukari and Amano steadily dating wasn't difficult, what was difficult was having to endure it. Enduring Yukari's chatter and fawning over Amano became tedious, serving only to remind her on a love which she had nearly possessed. How Amano managed to tolerate her friend's enthusiasm was a mystery to her.
I suppose he thinks it's cute - like a kitten. Hitomi sighed inwardly.
They reached the shop and opened the door to a bright, cheery room lined with all sorts of sweets and snacks, another favorite student getaway. Hitomi scanned the shelves half-interestedly and settled for some dried, mixed fruit in an energy - nibbler bag. Yukari meanwhile pounced on the brown haired figure standing before a game machine.
"Amano, I missed you..."
The rest Hitomi tuned out. She paid for her snack and glanced around once more. An animated fortune-teller's booth stood next to the door. She had never seen it here before. Staring at it, she hesitantly touched the button. Nothing happened. It required fifty yen.
"Hitomi, you could just tell us our fortunes for free." Yukari teased, coming up behind her.
An eerie feeling was making the hair on Hitomi's neck prickle. "I gave that up. Playing with fate was just too much."
Yukari impulsively shoved a coin in the slot. "Fine, then I will."
The machine ground out a music box tune and dropped a slip of paper into the waiting bin. Yukari pulled it out and read,
"Follow your heart, use your mind, and help the one you love." She smiled at Amano. "I don't know if we need that one. Hitomi? Hitomi, are you all right? You've gone white."
Hitomi couldn't tear her eyes away from the paper. Stammering, she said, "I'm fine. I got to go. I promised Mama I'd be home early."
She turned and bolted out the door, leaving Yukari and Amano puzzled.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------
English class was so hard. The hour session seemed to take double the time as Hitomi struggled to decipher passages from her book.
"How are you doing Hitomi-san?"
She looked up and met the blue-green eyes of her teacher, Emilee Fields, and American who had moved here to teach English. Her Japanese wasn't bad. She had a melodious accent and occasional odd pronunciation, but Hitomi liked her. She smiled.
"Fine Field-sama, it' s starting to come together"
Emilee had flecks of green in her eyes that sparkled with good humor.
"Good." She smiled, "But this would be a 'was' not 'were'. 'He was going to find the dog.'"
Hitomi blushed, "Oh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Past and present tense mess me up at times too."
Her teacher stood up and looked over the classroom. "Hey, Taki, keep your eyes on your own paper." Pushing back her thick red curls, the tall American moved off to discipline her student.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------
A small, blonde haired youth, not much older than a boy, sat in a royal chair too large for him. A court announcer approached him quietly.
"My Lord, the king of Fanalia has arrived."
Duke Chid of Fried absentmindedly fingered his hand and winced, feeling the long scab along his palm.
"Let him enter."
Without preamble, the great double doors swung open. King Van stepped confidently down the royal carpet dressed in full Fanalian royal attire. When he reached the platform of Chid's status, he brought his right fist across his chest and bowed respectfully.
"Lord Duke Chid, I have come in response of your request of an alliance."
Chid stood and answered formally, "Welcome King Van of Fanalia. Thank you for your prompt response. If I may, please make yourself comfortable. Tomorrow we will begin negotiations."
A flicker of surprised flashed though the King's eyes, but he simply bowed again.
"As you say, Lord Chid."