A/N: Hey, everyone!!!! Heh … it's been a while~ but I finally got around to it!!! I've had the chap for a while but as you all know, I haven't been able to post it. HEHEHEHE~ SCHOOL'S OUT AND SUMMER'S HERE!!! I just got back from vacation. Well, I know you've been waiting long enough so I won't keep you from it any longer … this chap's dedicated to Thundersenshi17 and my 2 new readers!!!
Disclaimer: … On my last day of school I was so happy and … well … too blissful for my mind to function that I turned in the deed with my last homework assignment!!! AAHHHH!!!
Chapter 25: What? … Basrahm and Escaflowne?!
Willow woke up and yawned. She had, had a wonderful nights sleep and felt 100 times better. She found that Kenju and Kit were both very interesting people and she was glad she was going to be in the same room with them. She smiled, washed, and dressed.
She walked up to Folken's library and, after entering, saw him sitting at a small round table, reading a book and sipping some coffee. She took the seat across from him and cracked a smile.
"Good morning, Folken …"
"Oh, hello Willow …" he looked up from his book.
"I think it's time I tell you now … and thank you for your kindness."
Folken nodded and motioned for her to continue.
"Well, as I have said, I was traveling to Fanelia with my father when Zaibach attacked. My father was killed," she paused, "but I managed to find cover until the battle died down. When I arose I saw dead bodies strewn across the roads and debris every-where. But there, in the middle of the roaring flames stood a magnificent white guymelef. It was an Ispano … the one I believe to be the Escaflowne I've heard so much about."
Folken's eyes widened. His brother … he must have been killed and Escaflowne was still in Fanelia!
He stood up and placed a hand on Willow's shoulder.
"Thank you … will you accompany me and show me?"
"Of course …"
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Philip stood next to Emperor Pablo in the ancient dungeons of Zaibach. Rusty bars at the end of the dim, spacious room created a cage … a cell, for the prisoners. Many had died from sheer exhaustion, hunger, and disease …
Philip smiled evilly in the dim light. The room was a bluish green, with moss, spiders, and water dripping from the old brick walls. He cracked his fingers and brushed off an old metal slab with shackles.
"This will do nicely." he said, expecting the room.
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Dilandau stood with Adelphus in the control center of the Vione.
"What?! Basrahm is attacking us," Dilandau demanded, "but we won't have enough time to train the new troops!!!"
Adelphus shook his head gravely.
"The declaration of war has been decided … there is nothing we can do now but prepare … in one week we shall attack the forces of Basrahm."
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Chesta, Kiran, Dallet, and Ciari made an early start to the Slayers' gym. They found when they got there Kenju, Madina, and Ry were already there. Kenju was throwing knives at a target, Madina was running laps, and Ry was doing push-ups.
"Well, lets not waste any time …" smiled Dallet as he pointed to a spot where he, and his fighting partner Ciari, could spar.
He sighed sadly … he really wanted his partner to be Victoria … but the trainees had to spar and learn with the more experienced fighters.
"You know," said Ciari slyly after seeing him drift off in thought "Victoria really likes you … you should really tell her how you feel …"
Dallet turned a deep shade of crimson as he brought his sword to meet hers.
"I don't know what you're talking about" he mumbled gruffly.
Meanwhile, Chesta and Kiran sparred also … by now they were about equal, except for Kiran's extreme lack of sleep.
Victoria walked in laughing, next to her was a reluctantly smiling Guimel. Victoria tried to act like nothing happened, most of the tension had dissolved, and the other slayers began talking to him … with the exception of Dallet. Guimel had made a fairly good friend of Ry … but, Ry never knew what happened with him and Victoria.
"EEK!!" a shrill cry caused all sound to cease.
All eyes turned to a wide-eyed Viole on the floor. His sparring partner, Shay, had been munching on a banana and left the peal on the floor so she could have a quick victory and have him on the ground before they even began.
She began cackling and after quite a few sweat drops / face vaults the room was again filled with the sound of metal meeting metal.
Gatti and Kenju threw daggers and knives for a little while but since they had mastered it into perfection they began sparring. From their experience with other skills they were cunning and pulled sly tricks and moves on each other but always dodging just in time.
Ry stopped when his elegant, dark brown haired with golden high-lights partner walked into the room.
"Kit" he greeted.
She nodded. "Captain Ry …"
They began sparring and made quite an interesting fight. Both had immense natural talent and plenty of enthusiasm.
Madina had been running laps while waiting for her partner, Miguel. She was deep in thought about him when she was snapped back to reality by foot steps right next to her going at the same speed. She brushed her light brown hair with reddish tints out of her eyes to see it was Miguel.
"Hey Miggels!!!" she giggled happily.
"Oooohh," he laughed "a clever girl with a sense of humor …"
It was one of the first mornings that had started off with a happy note for him … they ran for a couple of laps together, then started sparring.
They took a spot next to Ry and Kit. The four stopped sparring to talk when the doors busted open. Sound ceased. Dilandau stomped in and screamed loud enough so everyone could hear him.
"Soldiers," he growled "get ready to train harder then you've ever trained before … in one week we fight the forces of Basrahm …"
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Folken closed his eyes as he put his hand on the cold white metal of Escaflowne. All that was left were glowing embers and bloodied bodies in what once was a beautiful and flourishing country. He walked around the bricks and bodies until he found the one he was looking for.
"Brother …" he thought "you were so young and arrogant … to let this have happened!!! You were to weak … you could have joined me and learned the ways of the world, but now your fate is sealed," he looked at Willow who gave him his space "and maybe mine is too … this girl might have been here by destiny …"
A tear slipped down his cheek in memory of his old life. He looked down at Van's body and logged off head. He picked up the body and told Willow to get something to carry his head in … he was going to bury his brother with the rest of the royal Fanelian family.
Luckily the solitary graves in the forest next to the once proud castle were left unharmed. Once the job was done Folken flew Willow back to Escaflowne. Willow clinged tightly to him at the extreme height. A pink blush crept into her cheeks … he was so warm …
Folken drew in his long white wings (author: oh yes, his destiny has been changed because of as certain two deaths) and held his hand out in front of Escaflowne's energist. The control center opened and he hopped in.
"You'll have to ride in the hand." he told her and they took off for the Vione of the flying fortress.
A/N: Well, it's been a while … I'm afraid I'm going to have to rush the couplings a bit so their won't be too much time or romance because sadly the end of this fic is drawing nearer. I really don't want complaints like "How could they fall in love in like, one week?!" or anything. Well, now Escaflowne and Basrahm are mixed into the already thickened plot. Now the teams have one week to prepare … what's going to happen next? I don't think you guys will ever find out. Just about all the authors I know are quitting, so I think I will too … TGA only had a few more chaps to go anyway … well, E-mail me or leave a comment in a review. Thanks ~CrimsonFire
Disclaimer: … On my last day of school I was so happy and … well … too blissful for my mind to function that I turned in the deed with my last homework assignment!!! AAHHHH!!!
Chapter 25: What? … Basrahm and Escaflowne?!
Willow woke up and yawned. She had, had a wonderful nights sleep and felt 100 times better. She found that Kenju and Kit were both very interesting people and she was glad she was going to be in the same room with them. She smiled, washed, and dressed.
She walked up to Folken's library and, after entering, saw him sitting at a small round table, reading a book and sipping some coffee. She took the seat across from him and cracked a smile.
"Good morning, Folken …"
"Oh, hello Willow …" he looked up from his book.
"I think it's time I tell you now … and thank you for your kindness."
Folken nodded and motioned for her to continue.
"Well, as I have said, I was traveling to Fanelia with my father when Zaibach attacked. My father was killed," she paused, "but I managed to find cover until the battle died down. When I arose I saw dead bodies strewn across the roads and debris every-where. But there, in the middle of the roaring flames stood a magnificent white guymelef. It was an Ispano … the one I believe to be the Escaflowne I've heard so much about."
Folken's eyes widened. His brother … he must have been killed and Escaflowne was still in Fanelia!
He stood up and placed a hand on Willow's shoulder.
"Thank you … will you accompany me and show me?"
"Of course …"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Philip stood next to Emperor Pablo in the ancient dungeons of Zaibach. Rusty bars at the end of the dim, spacious room created a cage … a cell, for the prisoners. Many had died from sheer exhaustion, hunger, and disease …
Philip smiled evilly in the dim light. The room was a bluish green, with moss, spiders, and water dripping from the old brick walls. He cracked his fingers and brushed off an old metal slab with shackles.
"This will do nicely." he said, expecting the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dilandau stood with Adelphus in the control center of the Vione.
"What?! Basrahm is attacking us," Dilandau demanded, "but we won't have enough time to train the new troops!!!"
Adelphus shook his head gravely.
"The declaration of war has been decided … there is nothing we can do now but prepare … in one week we shall attack the forces of Basrahm."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chesta, Kiran, Dallet, and Ciari made an early start to the Slayers' gym. They found when they got there Kenju, Madina, and Ry were already there. Kenju was throwing knives at a target, Madina was running laps, and Ry was doing push-ups.
"Well, lets not waste any time …" smiled Dallet as he pointed to a spot where he, and his fighting partner Ciari, could spar.
He sighed sadly … he really wanted his partner to be Victoria … but the trainees had to spar and learn with the more experienced fighters.
"You know," said Ciari slyly after seeing him drift off in thought "Victoria really likes you … you should really tell her how you feel …"
Dallet turned a deep shade of crimson as he brought his sword to meet hers.
"I don't know what you're talking about" he mumbled gruffly.
Meanwhile, Chesta and Kiran sparred also … by now they were about equal, except for Kiran's extreme lack of sleep.
Victoria walked in laughing, next to her was a reluctantly smiling Guimel. Victoria tried to act like nothing happened, most of the tension had dissolved, and the other slayers began talking to him … with the exception of Dallet. Guimel had made a fairly good friend of Ry … but, Ry never knew what happened with him and Victoria.
"EEK!!" a shrill cry caused all sound to cease.
All eyes turned to a wide-eyed Viole on the floor. His sparring partner, Shay, had been munching on a banana and left the peal on the floor so she could have a quick victory and have him on the ground before they even began.
She began cackling and after quite a few sweat drops / face vaults the room was again filled with the sound of metal meeting metal.
Gatti and Kenju threw daggers and knives for a little while but since they had mastered it into perfection they began sparring. From their experience with other skills they were cunning and pulled sly tricks and moves on each other but always dodging just in time.
Ry stopped when his elegant, dark brown haired with golden high-lights partner walked into the room.
"Kit" he greeted.
She nodded. "Captain Ry …"
They began sparring and made quite an interesting fight. Both had immense natural talent and plenty of enthusiasm.
Madina had been running laps while waiting for her partner, Miguel. She was deep in thought about him when she was snapped back to reality by foot steps right next to her going at the same speed. She brushed her light brown hair with reddish tints out of her eyes to see it was Miguel.
"Hey Miggels!!!" she giggled happily.
"Oooohh," he laughed "a clever girl with a sense of humor …"
It was one of the first mornings that had started off with a happy note for him … they ran for a couple of laps together, then started sparring.
They took a spot next to Ry and Kit. The four stopped sparring to talk when the doors busted open. Sound ceased. Dilandau stomped in and screamed loud enough so everyone could hear him.
"Soldiers," he growled "get ready to train harder then you've ever trained before … in one week we fight the forces of Basrahm …"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Folken closed his eyes as he put his hand on the cold white metal of Escaflowne. All that was left were glowing embers and bloodied bodies in what once was a beautiful and flourishing country. He walked around the bricks and bodies until he found the one he was looking for.
"Brother …" he thought "you were so young and arrogant … to let this have happened!!! You were to weak … you could have joined me and learned the ways of the world, but now your fate is sealed," he looked at Willow who gave him his space "and maybe mine is too … this girl might have been here by destiny …"
A tear slipped down his cheek in memory of his old life. He looked down at Van's body and logged off head. He picked up the body and told Willow to get something to carry his head in … he was going to bury his brother with the rest of the royal Fanelian family.
Luckily the solitary graves in the forest next to the once proud castle were left unharmed. Once the job was done Folken flew Willow back to Escaflowne. Willow clinged tightly to him at the extreme height. A pink blush crept into her cheeks … he was so warm …
Folken drew in his long white wings (author: oh yes, his destiny has been changed because of as certain two deaths) and held his hand out in front of Escaflowne's energist. The control center opened and he hopped in.
"You'll have to ride in the hand." he told her and they took off for the Vione of the flying fortress.
A/N: Well, it's been a while … I'm afraid I'm going to have to rush the couplings a bit so their won't be too much time or romance because sadly the end of this fic is drawing nearer. I really don't want complaints like "How could they fall in love in like, one week?!" or anything. Well, now Escaflowne and Basrahm are mixed into the already thickened plot. Now the teams have one week to prepare … what's going to happen next? I don't think you guys will ever find out. Just about all the authors I know are quitting, so I think I will too … TGA only had a few more chaps to go anyway … well, E-mail me or leave a comment in a review. Thanks ~CrimsonFire