AN: I still don't own Escaflowne, so don't sue me. But I do own
Mystic/Rachel, so don't use my idea! Thanx!
Scarbie - Thanx for your reviews! Your question will be answered later on
in the story if you keep reading it. Tell me if there is anything I should
change! ^_^
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The Sorcerers quickly walked up to her shaking body that was lying, crumpled, on the floor. Dallet turned around in shock, he couldn't believe what was happening. Dallet stepped toward Mystic. All he could see were her legs; the Sorcerers were huddled around her, examining her as thoroughly as they could at the time.
Mystic was holding her wrist and rocking herself trying to ease the pain. Dallet took another step towards Mystic, but was stopped by someone putting their hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Folken. Dallet stepped back again, away from Mystic.
Mystic cried out in pain. She couldn't move her wrist it hurt so much. One of the Sorcerers had squeezed her wrist and whispered to another one of the Sorcerers after she cried out. Another Sorcerer leaned closer to her and picked her up in his arms. Mystic cried out again, but louder this time, as the Sorcerers walked away with her, careful to hide her from the view of the other soldiers in the room. Folken quickly followed them, wanting an explanation.
If she is injured why doesn't she stay here until she recovers. Mystic doesn't have to go with the Sorcerers, Folken thought angrily.
When Folken finally caught up to them, all of the Sorcerers had boarded a ship to take them back to the capitol of the Zaibach Empire, except for one, a Sorcerer that had white hair and a white goatee, Folken stopped him.
'What happened?' Folken asked him angrily, glaring at the man.
'This does not concern you Strategos.' The Sorcerer replied, hostility almost un-noticeable in his voice.
'Yes it does! She is one of the soldiers on my floating fortress, and you will tell me what is going on.' Folken demanded.
'You will be informed of her condition. soon.' The Sorcerer told him, walking away from Folken. Folken didn't do anything, he knew he wouldn't be able to, the Sorcerers were dark men, unkind, and uncaring.
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'She is badly injured.' The Sorcerer with the white goatee (White Goatee) said to an older man strapped into some sort of machine.
'Yes, heal her. Do whatever is necessary.' The man in the machine told White Goatee without any hesitation at all.
'Yes, Lord Dornkirk.' White Goatee replied, turning and walking away slowly, almost gracefully.
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'We did not anticipate this.' White Goatee said to the other Sorcerers. He had returned to another dark room where the other Sorcerers had put Mystic onto an operating table and put a cloth over her, up to her neck. Mystic had been put to sleep to ease her pain.
'Our tests show that we have to rebuild her right knee. Her right wrist is also broken, it seems to have been weakened by being injured extensively before, it is recommended that we just totally rebuild her wrist.' Shrouded Figure said, reading off of the clipboard that they held in their hands.
'Yes, it also shows that her left knee and her left wrist are also weak, although not as weak as the others.' Dark Figure added.
'Her back is also a weak spot, it seems that even though she seems to have injured her knees and wrists before, there was damage before that. There is also evidence of her right shoulder and elbow degenerating. It must be generic.' A figure from the back (Figure from the Back) said. They all agreed. One Sorcerer had not said anything yet; they were standing back from the other Sorcerers, just listening in.
'We should conduct surgery on her so there will be no further problems.' The unseen figure (Unseen Figure) from the back suddenly said. They agreed once more with each other on what to do about Mystic.
The surgery lasted many hours (about 22). They had to do surgery on both of her wrists and knees, then on her back. It was hard work but they had finally finished. The Sorcerers left the room for a few hours, allowing some time to rest before they called in someone to take Mystic off to a private room where she could recover. She slept for three days.
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'Jajuka, I have another child for you to take care of.' White Goatee told a man that looked half dog and half human. The man was wearing some kind of light green outfit that seemed to glow in the gloominess of the room. White Goatee was sitting in a chair in front of this man, Jajuka.
'As you wish.' Jajuka replied, bowing slightly to his superior.
'Remember Jajuka, you shall tell no one of this.' White Goatee reminded him for the millionth time.
'Yes.' Jajuka replied again, he walked away to a large room light with candles. The sun had just set.
There was a big bed across the room from the doorway, in the middle of the wall. It had almost silk sheets, meant only for the best. In the bed a girl lie sleeping peacefully. Above the bed there was an open window, a light breeze came through it. Next to the bed there was a chair. Jajuka noticed that the girl seemed to have bandages around her wrists and one around her shoulder, he couldn't see any others because they were covered by the bed sheets. He walked over to the chair and silently waited for the sleeping girl to wake up. Jajuka waited by her side the whole time, until she woke up.
Six days later Mystic woke up; someone was brushing the hair away from her face. She groaned; her whole body felt stiff, and she hurt all over.
'Don't try to get up, you aren't strong enough.' The man sitting by Mystic's bedside told her. She looked up at the man; he looked half human, half dog. Mystic groaned again, she tried to sit up, but the man pushed her back down.
'Please don't try to move, just rest for now.' The man said again, Mystic closed her eyes, going back to sleep.
Two days later Mystic awoke from her sleep, the man at her side was gone. She cried out for the man that had been at her side. The door suddenly swung open and the man that had been next to Mystic ran in to her, some Zaibach guards running right behind him. He came up to Mystic and stroked her hair, making soothing sounds, quieting her down.
'Don't worry I'm here now.' The man said to her, he looked over at the guards. 'You may leave now.' He told them. They left the room. The man looked down at her, smiling. 'What is your name?' He asked.
'Mystic, what is yours?' Mystic asked the man, she looked up into his loving, caring eyes.
'My name is Jajuka.' Jajuka replied to her, she smiled. She tried to get up; Jajuka grabbed her to support her as she sat up in the comfortable bed.
'Where am I?' Mystic asked, looking around at the strange room.
'Don't worry about that. Are you hungry?' Jajuka asked.
'Starving.' Mystic replied. Jajuka stood up, Mystic grabbed one of his hands with both of her hands. She didn't want him to leave, she was unsure of this place, but Jajuka just looked down at her and smiled warmly, taking her hands and putting them back on the bed before he walked out of the room.
Jajuka came back a few minutes later with a tray in his hands; the tray had so much food on it! Jajuka sat down next to Mystic again and put the tray over her lap. She smiled at him, thanking him for the food.
'Please, eat, you need it.' Jajuka told her, Mystic smiled, looking down at the food. She felt so much better after eating the food, it gave her some strength.
Mystic was wearing her loose green shirt, but not her black leather pants; she was wearing shorts of some kind. After she was finished eating Jajuka put the tray next to the bed on the floor, he then pulled the covers off of her legs; she looked at him in surprise. Mystic was about to blush, but suddenly noticed that her legs, particularly around her knees, were covered in bandages.
What happened? Why do I have bandages all over me? Mystic thought sadly, examining herself further.
'What happened to my legs?' Mystic asked frantically. Jajuka's smile turned into a frown how was he to explain to her?
'Do not worry about that.' Jajuka told her, putting a hand on the back of her neck, trying to calm her down once again. Mystic just looked down, suddenly growing very quiet.
'I can show you to the gardens, I think you will like them very much.' Jajuka said, picking Mystic up out of her bed. Mystic writhed in pain; she had been struggling, but stopped. Jajuka quickly changed where his hands were so he wouldn't hurt her anymore. Jajuka carried her all the way to the gardens.
The gardens there were the most beautiful ones Mystic had ever seen in her entire life! They were lush with flowers, small streams, and beautiful trees and grasses of all kinds.
The sun was shining brightly and there was a slight breeze. Jajuka put Mystic down on the ground. They didn't seem to notice some strange men watching them. Mystic grabbed Jajuka's hand, pulling herself up off the ground and trying to walk. Jajuka smiled down at her, walking with her. She smiled back. Mystic's body was starting to loosen up and her joints were more flexible than before.
Mystic let go of Jajuka's hold and tried to run, but quickly found that she couldn't. She fell to the ground in pain. The men watching them laughed, one took a sip out of a wine glass he had been holding. Jajuka picked her up like she could be broken like a valuable vase.
'I wonder who that is.' One of the men asked out-loud.
'I heard that she used to be on your floating fortress, but then she transferred to Folken Strategos' fortress.' Another man said.
'Oww!' Mystic cried out in pain. 'Jajuka!' She called out to him, he came and picked her up in his arms and carried her back to her room, not wanting her to get hurt anymore than she already was.
He felt ashamed that he had let her run around like that. It just reminded him so much of her.
Three weeks later Mystic was up again and she was good as new. She was of course sent back to her own floating fortress with no problems. Jajuka was sad to see her leave, but was happy that she was now better.
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The Sorcerers quickly walked up to her shaking body that was lying, crumpled, on the floor. Dallet turned around in shock, he couldn't believe what was happening. Dallet stepped toward Mystic. All he could see were her legs; the Sorcerers were huddled around her, examining her as thoroughly as they could at the time.
Mystic was holding her wrist and rocking herself trying to ease the pain. Dallet took another step towards Mystic, but was stopped by someone putting their hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Folken. Dallet stepped back again, away from Mystic.
Mystic cried out in pain. She couldn't move her wrist it hurt so much. One of the Sorcerers had squeezed her wrist and whispered to another one of the Sorcerers after she cried out. Another Sorcerer leaned closer to her and picked her up in his arms. Mystic cried out again, but louder this time, as the Sorcerers walked away with her, careful to hide her from the view of the other soldiers in the room. Folken quickly followed them, wanting an explanation.
If she is injured why doesn't she stay here until she recovers. Mystic doesn't have to go with the Sorcerers, Folken thought angrily.
When Folken finally caught up to them, all of the Sorcerers had boarded a ship to take them back to the capitol of the Zaibach Empire, except for one, a Sorcerer that had white hair and a white goatee, Folken stopped him.
'What happened?' Folken asked him angrily, glaring at the man.
'This does not concern you Strategos.' The Sorcerer replied, hostility almost un-noticeable in his voice.
'Yes it does! She is one of the soldiers on my floating fortress, and you will tell me what is going on.' Folken demanded.
'You will be informed of her condition. soon.' The Sorcerer told him, walking away from Folken. Folken didn't do anything, he knew he wouldn't be able to, the Sorcerers were dark men, unkind, and uncaring.
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'She is badly injured.' The Sorcerer with the white goatee (White Goatee) said to an older man strapped into some sort of machine.
'Yes, heal her. Do whatever is necessary.' The man in the machine told White Goatee without any hesitation at all.
'Yes, Lord Dornkirk.' White Goatee replied, turning and walking away slowly, almost gracefully.
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'We did not anticipate this.' White Goatee said to the other Sorcerers. He had returned to another dark room where the other Sorcerers had put Mystic onto an operating table and put a cloth over her, up to her neck. Mystic had been put to sleep to ease her pain.
'Our tests show that we have to rebuild her right knee. Her right wrist is also broken, it seems to have been weakened by being injured extensively before, it is recommended that we just totally rebuild her wrist.' Shrouded Figure said, reading off of the clipboard that they held in their hands.
'Yes, it also shows that her left knee and her left wrist are also weak, although not as weak as the others.' Dark Figure added.
'Her back is also a weak spot, it seems that even though she seems to have injured her knees and wrists before, there was damage before that. There is also evidence of her right shoulder and elbow degenerating. It must be generic.' A figure from the back (Figure from the Back) said. They all agreed. One Sorcerer had not said anything yet; they were standing back from the other Sorcerers, just listening in.
'We should conduct surgery on her so there will be no further problems.' The unseen figure (Unseen Figure) from the back suddenly said. They agreed once more with each other on what to do about Mystic.
The surgery lasted many hours (about 22). They had to do surgery on both of her wrists and knees, then on her back. It was hard work but they had finally finished. The Sorcerers left the room for a few hours, allowing some time to rest before they called in someone to take Mystic off to a private room where she could recover. She slept for three days.
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'Jajuka, I have another child for you to take care of.' White Goatee told a man that looked half dog and half human. The man was wearing some kind of light green outfit that seemed to glow in the gloominess of the room. White Goatee was sitting in a chair in front of this man, Jajuka.
'As you wish.' Jajuka replied, bowing slightly to his superior.
'Remember Jajuka, you shall tell no one of this.' White Goatee reminded him for the millionth time.
'Yes.' Jajuka replied again, he walked away to a large room light with candles. The sun had just set.
There was a big bed across the room from the doorway, in the middle of the wall. It had almost silk sheets, meant only for the best. In the bed a girl lie sleeping peacefully. Above the bed there was an open window, a light breeze came through it. Next to the bed there was a chair. Jajuka noticed that the girl seemed to have bandages around her wrists and one around her shoulder, he couldn't see any others because they were covered by the bed sheets. He walked over to the chair and silently waited for the sleeping girl to wake up. Jajuka waited by her side the whole time, until she woke up.
Six days later Mystic woke up; someone was brushing the hair away from her face. She groaned; her whole body felt stiff, and she hurt all over.
'Don't try to get up, you aren't strong enough.' The man sitting by Mystic's bedside told her. She looked up at the man; he looked half human, half dog. Mystic groaned again, she tried to sit up, but the man pushed her back down.
'Please don't try to move, just rest for now.' The man said again, Mystic closed her eyes, going back to sleep.
Two days later Mystic awoke from her sleep, the man at her side was gone. She cried out for the man that had been at her side. The door suddenly swung open and the man that had been next to Mystic ran in to her, some Zaibach guards running right behind him. He came up to Mystic and stroked her hair, making soothing sounds, quieting her down.
'Don't worry I'm here now.' The man said to her, he looked over at the guards. 'You may leave now.' He told them. They left the room. The man looked down at her, smiling. 'What is your name?' He asked.
'Mystic, what is yours?' Mystic asked the man, she looked up into his loving, caring eyes.
'My name is Jajuka.' Jajuka replied to her, she smiled. She tried to get up; Jajuka grabbed her to support her as she sat up in the comfortable bed.
'Where am I?' Mystic asked, looking around at the strange room.
'Don't worry about that. Are you hungry?' Jajuka asked.
'Starving.' Mystic replied. Jajuka stood up, Mystic grabbed one of his hands with both of her hands. She didn't want him to leave, she was unsure of this place, but Jajuka just looked down at her and smiled warmly, taking her hands and putting them back on the bed before he walked out of the room.
Jajuka came back a few minutes later with a tray in his hands; the tray had so much food on it! Jajuka sat down next to Mystic again and put the tray over her lap. She smiled at him, thanking him for the food.
'Please, eat, you need it.' Jajuka told her, Mystic smiled, looking down at the food. She felt so much better after eating the food, it gave her some strength.
Mystic was wearing her loose green shirt, but not her black leather pants; she was wearing shorts of some kind. After she was finished eating Jajuka put the tray next to the bed on the floor, he then pulled the covers off of her legs; she looked at him in surprise. Mystic was about to blush, but suddenly noticed that her legs, particularly around her knees, were covered in bandages.
What happened? Why do I have bandages all over me? Mystic thought sadly, examining herself further.
'What happened to my legs?' Mystic asked frantically. Jajuka's smile turned into a frown how was he to explain to her?
'Do not worry about that.' Jajuka told her, putting a hand on the back of her neck, trying to calm her down once again. Mystic just looked down, suddenly growing very quiet.
'I can show you to the gardens, I think you will like them very much.' Jajuka said, picking Mystic up out of her bed. Mystic writhed in pain; she had been struggling, but stopped. Jajuka quickly changed where his hands were so he wouldn't hurt her anymore. Jajuka carried her all the way to the gardens.
The gardens there were the most beautiful ones Mystic had ever seen in her entire life! They were lush with flowers, small streams, and beautiful trees and grasses of all kinds.
The sun was shining brightly and there was a slight breeze. Jajuka put Mystic down on the ground. They didn't seem to notice some strange men watching them. Mystic grabbed Jajuka's hand, pulling herself up off the ground and trying to walk. Jajuka smiled down at her, walking with her. She smiled back. Mystic's body was starting to loosen up and her joints were more flexible than before.
Mystic let go of Jajuka's hold and tried to run, but quickly found that she couldn't. She fell to the ground in pain. The men watching them laughed, one took a sip out of a wine glass he had been holding. Jajuka picked her up like she could be broken like a valuable vase.
'I wonder who that is.' One of the men asked out-loud.
'I heard that she used to be on your floating fortress, but then she transferred to Folken Strategos' fortress.' Another man said.
'Oww!' Mystic cried out in pain. 'Jajuka!' She called out to him, he came and picked her up in his arms and carried her back to her room, not wanting her to get hurt anymore than she already was.
He felt ashamed that he had let her run around like that. It just reminded him so much of her.
Three weeks later Mystic was up again and she was good as new. She was of course sent back to her own floating fortress with no problems. Jajuka was sad to see her leave, but was happy that she was now better.