Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne or any of the characters, except for
Mystic. Some of the people were based on real life people, if you are one
of those people, don't get mad at me.
Authors Note: Sorry if the story is getting off to a slow start. Please R&R!
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When Folken and Mystic returned to the floating fortress, Vione, in which Folken was in charge. Mystic had change into tight black leather pants with a green loose shirt. Folken led Mystic to a room that was quite large. It had nine bunks filling the room, there were eight people, scattered around the room. When Folken and Mystic walked in, some of them looked up curiously.
'Dilandau.' Folken called someone forward, a boy with white hair, wearing red armor and wearing something that looked like a golden tiara with a red stone in the middle of his four head walked forward.
'Yes, Strategos?' The boy, Dilandau asked when he walked up to Folken; Mystic was standing next to him. Dilandau didn't seem to really notice Mystic.
'This is your new Dragonslayer.' Folken said to Dilandau, implying Mystic.
'A woman?!' Dilandau looked at Mystic, surprised that a woman could become a Dragonslayer. Mystic just looked at Dilandau, he looked kinda like her.
'Her name is Mystic. She will be staying in the barracks with the rest of your men.' Folken told Dilandau. 'Your things have been left on the bottom bunk of the bunk over there, Mystic. You will be training with the men here for a very long time.' Folken said to Mystic.
'Yes Lord Folken.' Mystic replied quietly to Folken, Dilandau was staring at her; he looked about the same age as her. Folken walked away.
'You should change into your uniform.' Dilandau said, further examining Mystic. Mystic shook her head up and down. 'Classes will start tomorrow morning, early.'
Dilandau walked away, ignoring her. Mystic walked over to her bed, there was a wooden chest at the end of the bunk, and Mystic put some extra things she was given into the chest. She picked up her uniform (dark blue and black) and her sword and walked into the lavatory to change into the uniform.
When she came out, six boys that looked about her age were standing outside the lavatory; they looked like they were waiting for her.
'So, you are the new Dragonslayer?' One of them asked Mystic. The boy was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.
'Well, yes, I am.' Mystic answered, a little confused.
'What's your name?' Another boy asked he was standing a little ways away. He had brown short hair.
'Mystic, what's yours?' She asked. The boys seemed to be a little more interested in her now.
'I'm Migel.' The one that was standing a little ways away announced.
'I'm Shesta.' A boy with blonde hair said, stepping out from behind another boy.
'And I'm Dallet.' A tall boy that was leaning against the wall on Mystic's left told her.
'My name is Viole.' A boy with purple/brown hair said quietly.
'I'm Guimel.' A boy that hadn't said anything yet announced.
'And I am Gatti.' Another one said, they had all said this so quickly, Mystic was afraid she would forget their names.
Gatti had fair/light brown colored hair with baby blue eyes. Gatti seemed a little more upfront than some of the other Dragonslayers.
Migel had darker brown hair than Gatti, and dark blue eyes to match. He seemed to be a little wiser than the others, at least in Mystic's eyes.
Viole had brown hair, like most of the Dragonslayers. His eyes were sky blue. Viole has rather nice long brown wavy hair that makes him easily distinguishable from the others.
Guimel's hair is pale blonde/white and has green eyes. He seems to be a little less up front than the other 'slayers.
Dallet's eyes are brown with a little lilac tinge to them. He wears his hair a little longer than all the other 'slayers, he is trying to grow it long enough so it just brushes his shoulders. Dallet's hair is brown.
Shesta has light green eyes. His hair is a light blonde color. Shesta is often one of the first into battle, seeking out the tougher enemies that would pose the greatest threat to his patron.
'Oh, how old are you guys?' Mystic asked them, she was afraid she was the youngest, she had the feeling like that had happened to her before, but she couldn't remember when.
'We're all the same age, 11. What about you?' Dallet said.
'Same.' Mystic replied, she was starting to like these guys, and they were the same age too.
'Are you hungry?' Guimel asked her. Mystic was surprised, and now that she thought of it, she was getting hungry.
Mystic blushed a little, she couldn't believe that she was, she was turning a light pink. 'A little.'
'So are we, dinner will be served soon.' Gatti told her, not looking at her.
Mystic walked over to her bed, sitting down on it. The others went to certain bunks stationed around her. Shesta and Dallet went to the bunk in front of her, Guimel and Gatti went to the bunk to the left of Shesta and Dallet's. Migel and Viole went to the bunk to the left of Mystic.
'What floating fortress did you transfer from?' Viole asked kind of shyly. Mystic looked at him surprised, she couldn't quite remember, she remembered being on one. They were all waiting for her to answer.
'I. I came from the. from the Aristh.' Mystic finally remembered the name of the floating fortress the Sorcerers had said she had been on before, before her accident.
'I heard that was a really elite one, led by one of the four generals, why did you transfer here anyways?' Migel asked her, lying down on his bed.
'They gave us some experimental Guymelefs, mine malfunctioned and I crashed. I was told that I had to be sent to the Sorcerers I was injured so badly. I can tell that that is a fact because I don't remember that much, only my training, and not many other things. I came here because they thought it would be better if I went to a different fortress.' Mystic explained, she realized she hadn't noticed any marks of injuries or anything when she had changed into her armor.
'We should really start heading down to the mess hall, if we are late, we might not get a good fill of milk.' Viole said, every one agreed and they headed off towards the mess hall, along the way everyone was pointing things out to Mystic.
When they arrived they sat down at a table together, talking about nothing in particular. The boy Mystic had met before, Dilandau walked over to them and sat in between Shesta and Guimel, across from Mystic.
'Hello.' Mystic greeted Dilandau, he looked at her from the corner of his eye, but he didn't acknowledge her. He and Shesta started their own private conversation.
'That is Dilandau, I believe you met him earlier, ne?' Migel said, he was sitting to her right. Mystic shook her head up and down.
'Don't worry about him, he probably won't act like this for long.' Gatti said, he was sitting next to Migel.
'I don't really mind.' Mystic said, looking over at Dilandau, he looked over at her. Their eyes met for a second, Dilandau suddenly looked over to Shesta once again, breaking their contact.
The food was served and they ate full heartedly. They were fed condensed blocks of cereal and fresh cold milk. They were also fed vitamins and hormones, to keep them healthy and to make them grow into adults faster so they would be effective fighters. At the end, they all agreed to have a contest to see who could eat the most blocks of cereal in a row without any milk. They really did taste horrible without milk. In the end, Viole and Gatti had dropped out, Shesta had eaten four, Dallet five, Guimel three, and Migel had eaten six. Dilandau and Mystic had tied at eight in a row.
They were all laughing and having a good time, they stood up and went back to the barracks, Dilandau went with them, and he was sleeping above Mystic. Dilandau and the rest of the guys took off their armor, shirts and shoes to sleep for the night.
Mystic took off her clothes and put on an oversized shirt to wear for the night, she didn't care what the others thought. They looked at her, interested. You could almost see through her shirt. Other boys that were in the barracks that had noticed her stripping down and changing were watching her. She sat down on her bunk.
'We should turn in, we have to wake up early tomorrow.' Shesta said, the other boys in the room had started to settle down, some were already asleep. Everyone agreed and went to sleep.
Four weeks later, Mystic had settled in and was getting used to her new training schedule. She had noticed while practicing her sword skills with some of the others that she couldn't last as long as them, her knees would hurt, sometimes her wrists. They also had regular classes to teach them about history, math, biology, etc. Mystic seemed to already know most of the things they were being taught but stayed anyway, she wanted to be with her new friends. Her favorite lessons were history; she loved hearing about past wars.
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In a dark room filled with tubes holding a green bubbling liquid, five Sorcerers were standing together, talking. It was dark enough so they could not see each other clearly.
'She seems to be adjusting well to her knew surroundings.' One shrouded figure said.
'Yes, but we should still watch her, we don't know what might happen if she starts to remember her past.' Another dark figure said. They all shook their heads in agreement.
'It could mean disaster if she starts to remember.' The shrouded figure (Shrouded Figure) said.
'Yes, she could break down, the girl could hurt herself and others badly if she remembers.' The dark figure (Dark Figure) said.
'But that is only one of the possibilities of what could happen.' A figure from behind the others said. They all agreed once more on this.
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A little over two weeks after Mystic had arrived on the floating fortress, Vione, the Sorcerers had visited to monitor all of their training progress. It wasn't like the Sorcerers to go anywhere in person, they almost never left the capitol of Zaibach. They were watching all of the Dragonslayers sparring with each other. All of the Dragonslayers were gathered loosely around a certain two others sparring, they were drawn to the fierce battle raging.
Mystic was sparring with Dallet, their swords clashed, sparks flew. Their swords met again, Mystic and Dallet jumped away from each other. When Mystic landed, she wavered a little on her right knee, she didn't remember the last time it had hurt this much, but she continued to push herself to the limit. She charged Dallet, he readied himself for the attack. Dallet just blocked, he pushed Mystic back and charged. Mystic couldn't stand the pain in her leg and half kneeled on the floor for a second, until she regained her balance and just barely blocked Dallet's attack.
The Sorcerers seemed to be concerned about this, but did not step out to help. She seemed to have recovered from her little fall. Mystic had been pushed back by Dallet. She stood up, ignoring the pain with all of her strength. Mystic started to run towards Dallet, he ran towards her. Their swords clashed again, a loud crack could be heard all around the room. The two of them were roughly four and a half meters away from each other, back turned away. Dallet and Mystic stood in their spots for a long moment, breathing hard. They didn't look at each other. Mystic suddenly dropped her sword and fell to the ground in agony.
Authors Note: Sorry if the story is getting off to a slow start. Please R&R!
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When Folken and Mystic returned to the floating fortress, Vione, in which Folken was in charge. Mystic had change into tight black leather pants with a green loose shirt. Folken led Mystic to a room that was quite large. It had nine bunks filling the room, there were eight people, scattered around the room. When Folken and Mystic walked in, some of them looked up curiously.
'Dilandau.' Folken called someone forward, a boy with white hair, wearing red armor and wearing something that looked like a golden tiara with a red stone in the middle of his four head walked forward.
'Yes, Strategos?' The boy, Dilandau asked when he walked up to Folken; Mystic was standing next to him. Dilandau didn't seem to really notice Mystic.
'This is your new Dragonslayer.' Folken said to Dilandau, implying Mystic.
'A woman?!' Dilandau looked at Mystic, surprised that a woman could become a Dragonslayer. Mystic just looked at Dilandau, he looked kinda like her.
'Her name is Mystic. She will be staying in the barracks with the rest of your men.' Folken told Dilandau. 'Your things have been left on the bottom bunk of the bunk over there, Mystic. You will be training with the men here for a very long time.' Folken said to Mystic.
'Yes Lord Folken.' Mystic replied quietly to Folken, Dilandau was staring at her; he looked about the same age as her. Folken walked away.
'You should change into your uniform.' Dilandau said, further examining Mystic. Mystic shook her head up and down. 'Classes will start tomorrow morning, early.'
Dilandau walked away, ignoring her. Mystic walked over to her bed, there was a wooden chest at the end of the bunk, and Mystic put some extra things she was given into the chest. She picked up her uniform (dark blue and black) and her sword and walked into the lavatory to change into the uniform.
When she came out, six boys that looked about her age were standing outside the lavatory; they looked like they were waiting for her.
'So, you are the new Dragonslayer?' One of them asked Mystic. The boy was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.
'Well, yes, I am.' Mystic answered, a little confused.
'What's your name?' Another boy asked he was standing a little ways away. He had brown short hair.
'Mystic, what's yours?' She asked. The boys seemed to be a little more interested in her now.
'I'm Migel.' The one that was standing a little ways away announced.
'I'm Shesta.' A boy with blonde hair said, stepping out from behind another boy.
'And I'm Dallet.' A tall boy that was leaning against the wall on Mystic's left told her.
'My name is Viole.' A boy with purple/brown hair said quietly.
'I'm Guimel.' A boy that hadn't said anything yet announced.
'And I am Gatti.' Another one said, they had all said this so quickly, Mystic was afraid she would forget their names.
Gatti had fair/light brown colored hair with baby blue eyes. Gatti seemed a little more upfront than some of the other Dragonslayers.
Migel had darker brown hair than Gatti, and dark blue eyes to match. He seemed to be a little wiser than the others, at least in Mystic's eyes.
Viole had brown hair, like most of the Dragonslayers. His eyes were sky blue. Viole has rather nice long brown wavy hair that makes him easily distinguishable from the others.
Guimel's hair is pale blonde/white and has green eyes. He seems to be a little less up front than the other 'slayers.
Dallet's eyes are brown with a little lilac tinge to them. He wears his hair a little longer than all the other 'slayers, he is trying to grow it long enough so it just brushes his shoulders. Dallet's hair is brown.
Shesta has light green eyes. His hair is a light blonde color. Shesta is often one of the first into battle, seeking out the tougher enemies that would pose the greatest threat to his patron.
'Oh, how old are you guys?' Mystic asked them, she was afraid she was the youngest, she had the feeling like that had happened to her before, but she couldn't remember when.
'We're all the same age, 11. What about you?' Dallet said.
'Same.' Mystic replied, she was starting to like these guys, and they were the same age too.
'Are you hungry?' Guimel asked her. Mystic was surprised, and now that she thought of it, she was getting hungry.
Mystic blushed a little, she couldn't believe that she was, she was turning a light pink. 'A little.'
'So are we, dinner will be served soon.' Gatti told her, not looking at her.
Mystic walked over to her bed, sitting down on it. The others went to certain bunks stationed around her. Shesta and Dallet went to the bunk in front of her, Guimel and Gatti went to the bunk to the left of Shesta and Dallet's. Migel and Viole went to the bunk to the left of Mystic.
'What floating fortress did you transfer from?' Viole asked kind of shyly. Mystic looked at him surprised, she couldn't quite remember, she remembered being on one. They were all waiting for her to answer.
'I. I came from the. from the Aristh.' Mystic finally remembered the name of the floating fortress the Sorcerers had said she had been on before, before her accident.
'I heard that was a really elite one, led by one of the four generals, why did you transfer here anyways?' Migel asked her, lying down on his bed.
'They gave us some experimental Guymelefs, mine malfunctioned and I crashed. I was told that I had to be sent to the Sorcerers I was injured so badly. I can tell that that is a fact because I don't remember that much, only my training, and not many other things. I came here because they thought it would be better if I went to a different fortress.' Mystic explained, she realized she hadn't noticed any marks of injuries or anything when she had changed into her armor.
'We should really start heading down to the mess hall, if we are late, we might not get a good fill of milk.' Viole said, every one agreed and they headed off towards the mess hall, along the way everyone was pointing things out to Mystic.
When they arrived they sat down at a table together, talking about nothing in particular. The boy Mystic had met before, Dilandau walked over to them and sat in between Shesta and Guimel, across from Mystic.
'Hello.' Mystic greeted Dilandau, he looked at her from the corner of his eye, but he didn't acknowledge her. He and Shesta started their own private conversation.
'That is Dilandau, I believe you met him earlier, ne?' Migel said, he was sitting to her right. Mystic shook her head up and down.
'Don't worry about him, he probably won't act like this for long.' Gatti said, he was sitting next to Migel.
'I don't really mind.' Mystic said, looking over at Dilandau, he looked over at her. Their eyes met for a second, Dilandau suddenly looked over to Shesta once again, breaking their contact.
The food was served and they ate full heartedly. They were fed condensed blocks of cereal and fresh cold milk. They were also fed vitamins and hormones, to keep them healthy and to make them grow into adults faster so they would be effective fighters. At the end, they all agreed to have a contest to see who could eat the most blocks of cereal in a row without any milk. They really did taste horrible without milk. In the end, Viole and Gatti had dropped out, Shesta had eaten four, Dallet five, Guimel three, and Migel had eaten six. Dilandau and Mystic had tied at eight in a row.
They were all laughing and having a good time, they stood up and went back to the barracks, Dilandau went with them, and he was sleeping above Mystic. Dilandau and the rest of the guys took off their armor, shirts and shoes to sleep for the night.
Mystic took off her clothes and put on an oversized shirt to wear for the night, she didn't care what the others thought. They looked at her, interested. You could almost see through her shirt. Other boys that were in the barracks that had noticed her stripping down and changing were watching her. She sat down on her bunk.
'We should turn in, we have to wake up early tomorrow.' Shesta said, the other boys in the room had started to settle down, some were already asleep. Everyone agreed and went to sleep.
Four weeks later, Mystic had settled in and was getting used to her new training schedule. She had noticed while practicing her sword skills with some of the others that she couldn't last as long as them, her knees would hurt, sometimes her wrists. They also had regular classes to teach them about history, math, biology, etc. Mystic seemed to already know most of the things they were being taught but stayed anyway, she wanted to be with her new friends. Her favorite lessons were history; she loved hearing about past wars.
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In a dark room filled with tubes holding a green bubbling liquid, five Sorcerers were standing together, talking. It was dark enough so they could not see each other clearly.
'She seems to be adjusting well to her knew surroundings.' One shrouded figure said.
'Yes, but we should still watch her, we don't know what might happen if she starts to remember her past.' Another dark figure said. They all shook their heads in agreement.
'It could mean disaster if she starts to remember.' The shrouded figure (Shrouded Figure) said.
'Yes, she could break down, the girl could hurt herself and others badly if she remembers.' The dark figure (Dark Figure) said.
'But that is only one of the possibilities of what could happen.' A figure from behind the others said. They all agreed once more on this.
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A little over two weeks after Mystic had arrived on the floating fortress, Vione, the Sorcerers had visited to monitor all of their training progress. It wasn't like the Sorcerers to go anywhere in person, they almost never left the capitol of Zaibach. They were watching all of the Dragonslayers sparring with each other. All of the Dragonslayers were gathered loosely around a certain two others sparring, they were drawn to the fierce battle raging.
Mystic was sparring with Dallet, their swords clashed, sparks flew. Their swords met again, Mystic and Dallet jumped away from each other. When Mystic landed, she wavered a little on her right knee, she didn't remember the last time it had hurt this much, but she continued to push herself to the limit. She charged Dallet, he readied himself for the attack. Dallet just blocked, he pushed Mystic back and charged. Mystic couldn't stand the pain in her leg and half kneeled on the floor for a second, until she regained her balance and just barely blocked Dallet's attack.
The Sorcerers seemed to be concerned about this, but did not step out to help. She seemed to have recovered from her little fall. Mystic had been pushed back by Dallet. She stood up, ignoring the pain with all of her strength. Mystic started to run towards Dallet, he ran towards her. Their swords clashed again, a loud crack could be heard all around the room. The two of them were roughly four and a half meters away from each other, back turned away. Dallet and Mystic stood in their spots for a long moment, breathing hard. They didn't look at each other. Mystic suddenly dropped her sword and fell to the ground in agony.