Timeless
Part Five: Reflections
Colonel-Sama's Scribblings-- As a reviewer pointed out, the first chapter of Sorceror was sub-standard to the accomplishments I am normally able to procure. The truth is, I'm in poor health because of my mental illness and my diabetes, I'm very stressed and my insomnia has taken full rein of everything else. As I'm typing this, I been without sleep for 3 days straight. Please forgive the half-assedness...
"This is the final step on the psychic spinal reconstruction surgery." Leon sighed as he adjusted his technomancer-visors, the color of the visors made his eyes look like a muddy brown color. But at the same time, the images and scanners picked up the remaining work that needed to be done to enable Karl to walk again. Leon reached into Karl's back, his hand not at all breaking the skin, nor was there blood dripping. With a simple and quick pinch and tug, the spinal column was in full function, Leon pulled his hand up from the wound. Breathing a sigh of relief, the handsome immortal Imperial major lifted up the visor, making it vanish before him. Leon ripped the latex glove from his hand, throwing it into the trash. Thunder rumbed around them, the lightning illuminating the stained glass windows of the ancestral home of Clan Schubaltz. The stained glass depicted knights and maidens, a proud history of a long-standing family of honored warriors. Karl moaned softly, he began to shift awake, his lethargic green eyes looked around listlessly. Leon's hand tenderly stroked Karl's ash-blonde hair, comforting him with a gentle hand and warm smile. "You'll still be confined to a wheelchair, love... but only for a couple more days. Then we'll test out those legs of yours." "Leon...." Karl spoke, his voice drained and sort of labored. "Rest, love." Leon put his fingers on the colonel's lips, then he smiled again. Karl closed his eyes once again, letting the effects of the sedatives consume him once more. Carefully picking Karl up and carrying him down the darkened hallway, the mage's indigo eyes remained focused on the path at hand. The doors creeked open with well-placed telekinesis, he set Karl down on the fluffy, royal-like bed, then carefully covered him with the layers of comforters and blankets. Leon looked up at the window, the patterns in the windowsills kinda told a story of ages past. The cast iron was definately looking its' weathered age, and there were some overgrown ivy vines covering the window a bit. There were also lotus designs in the iron frame of the windowsills, almost Ancient Egyptian-like. The ancestral home of Clan Schubaltz was overlooking an emerald fjord with crystal clear waters that reflected the lightning with unmatched beauty and luster. The plantlife on this fjord was lush and green, Leon could almost pick up the Springtime flowers off to one side. This castle, Castle Eisen-Kreuz, was definatelly a treasure of the Empire's vast wealth. The Empire does a good job making sure Old Blood-Lines stay blue-blooded, providing the loyalty of its' people. But the Empire had no problems with the Clan Schubaltz in the past, so fundage was whole-heartedly dealt. [If I'm alive, odds are that Hiltz is too.] Leon's eyes narrowed, his hand touched the cold, damp window. [Before he'll enter the lost Zoidian civilization, he'll try to come after us... after all, it was I who landed him in the pine box. He'll want revenge.] Lightning flashed before him, Leon felt a little more at ease with the storm surging around them. His elemental affinity was always with thunderstorms thanks to the nature of his mage-avatar, so it is fitting that he felt at ease in the thickest and most severe of storms. It was almost as if the lightning god, Alastor was trying to sing to Leon a lullaby using the intricate and intense raw power of lightning. Pulling away from the window, Leon looked at the sleeping Karl, Karl's beauty was untouched by the throes of war. In fact, it seemed that the wisdom associated with war has made him even more beautiful. But it's not just Karl's physical beauty that draws Leon to the Imperial colonel like a moth to a flame. At first, that was the case, but seeing that Karl can be as tough as steel with a will made of reinforced iron in the face of his enemies where normally his touch was soft as silk and light as a feather, Leon fell so deep into love. Karl is Karl when he's thrown into a combat situation, that is where he is at his most beautiful. Seriousness and determination in his voice, ice in his veins as sweat glistened off his hard muscles and effeminate face, the Karl Leon most admired was the Karl that spat in the face of whoever he was fighting against. And seeing him return to this angel of war, Leon's heart became more clearer, more enthralled. Karl's will and determination to finally end the bloody reign of Hiltz's was so strong that even Leon's avatar buckled under its' weight. [Schlaf gut, meine Kriegblume. Morgen ist ein Tag von Wundern und von Versuchen.]
Translation: Sleep well, my war flower. Tomorrow is a day of wonders and trials.
"We seemed to have lost sight of the Death Stinger, sir." Fiona looked up at Hermann, the Republican colonel's eyes widened with anger and shock. He looked down at Fiona, his gaze dead serious. "How can you lose something that big!?" "I don't know, sir! It just seemed to have vanished without cause or justification." The Pteras patrol flew over a section of the islands, O'Connell's dark grey eyes scanning the scenary. The mountains were shown before a beautiful sunset, the reds, oranges and yellows painted a wonderful and serene picture. The Pteras circled the island twice before returning to the Ultrasaurus. "It seems the Death Stinger vanished, sir." O'Connell's expression told everyone of fatigue, exhaustion and anger rolled into one big package. "I think it left into the ocean and is heading somewhere." Fiona let out a gasp, the Zoidian turned around to face Van as he watched the screen consoles. "Van..." "Yes, Fiona?" "I-isn't Lucca Harbor near these islands? Isn't Heimatland also near the vicinity?" "Heimatland?? That means Hiltz is going after Schubaltz and Aethelwulf!!!"
"You're doing a good job, love." Leon's arm wrapped around Karl's waist, the colonel's legs shook as he walked. It was a new sensation to an ability he had since he was 1, Karl needed to learn how to walk again. The lightning flashed in the stained glass windows of the hallway, lighting their way, Leon and Karl continued slowly to the dining hall. Karl's foot gave out from under him, causing him to topple against Leon. The blue-and-black-haired Imperial exemplar caught his mortal lover as he fell. "I'm sorry, Leon..." Karl huffed, breathless and his face pouring with sweat. He clung to Leon's shirt and pulled himself up again, his strength of will fueling the need to walk again. The door was only feet away, Karl didn't need the flashing of lightning to see this. He reached for the doorknob, letting go of Leon for the first time. Slowly and shakingly, the ash-blonde Imperial Colonel walked for the doors, using the golden knob as a guideline. His fingers touched the doors, Karl collapsed against the door, huffing and smiling triumphantly. "I did it. I did it, Leon!" "I'm proud of you, Karl-kitten." Leon smiled proudly, then opened the door for Karl. "We'll rest for a few minutes before we try this again." "Alright. I'm starved, wonder what Mikas is cooking." Karl stepped into the room, followed by Leon. But before Leon entered the room, he looked at the stained glass window in which was looking at the fjord, his indigo eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I hate ghosts." He muttered venom under his breath, then entered the dining hall.
--Continued--