Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne. That may just be the last time I have
to say that. How sad. Well about the fic ending. I'm damn glad not to
have to say that I don't own Escaflowne again. Doh! I said it again!
Author's complaint: Well, I guess you didn't like it very much. Not a good summary maybe, so no one read it. Oh well, people like my website. I get emails! I don't need reviews! Some would be nice for the sequel though.
The Healing of the Angels Part 12-Epilogue
"No, no! Move it over there where it's needed!" Folken stood in the center of the square supervising the building. It seemed more like directing traffic to him, but it made people feel better to know there was some one called a supervisor that they could go to when they wanted to ask questions.
Unfortunately for Folken, they all just adored asking questions, preferably when it was most inconvenient for him, or so it seemed. He had never dreamed that grown men and women could be so dependant on other people.
Then again they were all more like newborns in adult bodies. Being dead meant a huge transition. Things like moving and breathing aren't done the same way when you're dead (and sometimes not done at all, because dead people obviously don't need to breath). There were also some things people wanted to know that he was rather uncomfortable to explain, particular things about certain activities that were better explained by books with lots of graphic diagrams that usaed long scientific words that meant dirty things.
Besides learning to live again the Riyujinbito also had to reconstruct their city, which was almost completely destroyed by the explosions and subsequent fires that started when Atlantis began to fall (actually crash is closer).
Peace always started with reconstruction, Folken noticed. He would make sure it lasted for a long time.
* * *
Van stood in his study, fiercely impatient, pacing from one end of the room to the other. He pulled the curtains on the window back, just a bit to get a look at the crowd of people that were gathering outside the palace.
Not just directly outside he noticed. He could see brightly colored specks dotting the steep hillside that bordered Fanelia, like flowers. There might have been enough room for everyone, but people from Asturia, and every other major country in the world for that matter, wanted to be there when their war hero got married.
"Explain to me why I'm here and not with Hitomi? Shouldn't we be agonizing together?"
"She explained to us that it was an Earth custom. The groom is not allowed to see the bride before the wedding. If he does it's supposedly bad luck," Allen Schezar answered soothingly. He sat ion a chair at the table that served as a desk and conference table, relaxed as he always was when others needed calming. He was a rock that other people leaned against, drawing on his strength.
"I asked Folken for advice. Sfter all he just got married to two very strong-willed women. He should know all about it right? He didn't tell me anything useful though, just that he was going to be here," Van said, a little annoyed.
"Let me guess, he told you to relax, right?" Allen said with a smile.
"Yeah. As if I can just relax on my wedding day. Relax!" Van snorted indignantly.
"Well, you can't blame him for trying to help. Soon the wedding will be over and you'l be able to relax," Allen said, sinking into his chair.
"I wasn't really intending on relaxing right after my wedding," Van said turning bright red.
"Aaah, I see," Allen replied dryly with raised eyebrows.
* * *
It was a dark, rainy evening in Asturis, and opnly those with nowhere to go were out and about, taking refuge in disreputable bars and alleyways steeped in shadow.
And shadow is where I want to be searching. I must remeber what I'm here for, always.
An emaciated wrist grabbed her across the chest from behind, pulling her arm behind her back in such away the any movement sent lance of pain up her arm and back. A piece of sharp jagged glass pressed against her throat: an impromptu knife. Ah, the easiest way to subdue some one. How dare this common street drudge try to rob me?
"I have no money, I have nothing for you to steal," the woman said calmly, with more than a touch of arrogance. It was a completely normal tone, her words spoken clearly as though people held her at knife-point everyday.
"I don't want your money, I want your energy. I will kill you now." The voice was raspy but obviously feminine and without the thick accent and bad grammar most uneducated people of the streets possessed. Just the thing I'm looking for.
The woman grabbed her attackers arm and flipped her over her head, throwing her attacker onto her back at her feet, showing no signs of physical exertion.
"I have a job for you," said the woman.
Author's complaint: Well, I guess you didn't like it very much. Not a good summary maybe, so no one read it. Oh well, people like my website. I get emails! I don't need reviews! Some would be nice for the sequel though.
The Healing of the Angels Part 12-Epilogue
"No, no! Move it over there where it's needed!" Folken stood in the center of the square supervising the building. It seemed more like directing traffic to him, but it made people feel better to know there was some one called a supervisor that they could go to when they wanted to ask questions.
Unfortunately for Folken, they all just adored asking questions, preferably when it was most inconvenient for him, or so it seemed. He had never dreamed that grown men and women could be so dependant on other people.
Then again they were all more like newborns in adult bodies. Being dead meant a huge transition. Things like moving and breathing aren't done the same way when you're dead (and sometimes not done at all, because dead people obviously don't need to breath). There were also some things people wanted to know that he was rather uncomfortable to explain, particular things about certain activities that were better explained by books with lots of graphic diagrams that usaed long scientific words that meant dirty things.
Besides learning to live again the Riyujinbito also had to reconstruct their city, which was almost completely destroyed by the explosions and subsequent fires that started when Atlantis began to fall (actually crash is closer).
Peace always started with reconstruction, Folken noticed. He would make sure it lasted for a long time.
* * *
Van stood in his study, fiercely impatient, pacing from one end of the room to the other. He pulled the curtains on the window back, just a bit to get a look at the crowd of people that were gathering outside the palace.
Not just directly outside he noticed. He could see brightly colored specks dotting the steep hillside that bordered Fanelia, like flowers. There might have been enough room for everyone, but people from Asturia, and every other major country in the world for that matter, wanted to be there when their war hero got married.
"Explain to me why I'm here and not with Hitomi? Shouldn't we be agonizing together?"
"She explained to us that it was an Earth custom. The groom is not allowed to see the bride before the wedding. If he does it's supposedly bad luck," Allen Schezar answered soothingly. He sat ion a chair at the table that served as a desk and conference table, relaxed as he always was when others needed calming. He was a rock that other people leaned against, drawing on his strength.
"I asked Folken for advice. Sfter all he just got married to two very strong-willed women. He should know all about it right? He didn't tell me anything useful though, just that he was going to be here," Van said, a little annoyed.
"Let me guess, he told you to relax, right?" Allen said with a smile.
"Yeah. As if I can just relax on my wedding day. Relax!" Van snorted indignantly.
"Well, you can't blame him for trying to help. Soon the wedding will be over and you'l be able to relax," Allen said, sinking into his chair.
"I wasn't really intending on relaxing right after my wedding," Van said turning bright red.
"Aaah, I see," Allen replied dryly with raised eyebrows.
* * *
It was a dark, rainy evening in Asturis, and opnly those with nowhere to go were out and about, taking refuge in disreputable bars and alleyways steeped in shadow.
And shadow is where I want to be searching. I must remeber what I'm here for, always.
An emaciated wrist grabbed her across the chest from behind, pulling her arm behind her back in such away the any movement sent lance of pain up her arm and back. A piece of sharp jagged glass pressed against her throat: an impromptu knife. Ah, the easiest way to subdue some one. How dare this common street drudge try to rob me?
"I have no money, I have nothing for you to steal," the woman said calmly, with more than a touch of arrogance. It was a completely normal tone, her words spoken clearly as though people held her at knife-point everyday.
"I don't want your money, I want your energy. I will kill you now." The voice was raspy but obviously feminine and without the thick accent and bad grammar most uneducated people of the streets possessed. Just the thing I'm looking for.
The woman grabbed her attackers arm and flipped her over her head, throwing her attacker onto her back at her feet, showing no signs of physical exertion.
"I have a job for you," said the woman.