TITLE: Behind the crystal walls
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 9/?
EMAIL: burning_night@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: "They followed me home, can I keep them?"
"No, Joss owns them, now give them back." "Sigh."
They folk on "Angel" and "Buffy" might not be mine,
but I still like to play with them.
The concept and figures of "Slayers" the Anime and the
Mangas belong to people with long and unspeakable
Japanese names that I have forgotten how to spell
The gods belong themselves, but the outlook of Ares is
obviously influenced by watching Xena.
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: PG-13 (I think)
PAIRING: Xander/Angel/Wesley
AUTHORS NOTES: English is still not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
There were a lot of people, colleagues and other semi-important people,
who would describe Quentin Travers as an absolute asshole. He was rude,
not familiar with the most important works of the Watcher's huge library
and he didn't know when he should shut his big mouth. Unfortunately, his
father was an important member of the Watcher's high council, so there
wasn't that big a chance to get rid of him.
Since the last fiasco in America, where he failed helping the young, now
ex-watcher, Wesley, he was doing desk duty... badly. So it seemed that
fate was laughing like a loon when he answered the phone-call of his
father who told him of the earlier call of another very worried
ex-watcher, who was telling him that both, Chaos Knight and Chaos Child
had been woken and seen on the hellsmouth in Sunnydale.
Quentin's mind was racing. The Chaos forces, the most powerful forces
of Earth, they were only woken when something really big was happening.
Something like the final battle of Good and Evil, a battle that could
leave the Watchers unemployed, should the Chaos Child make the wrong
decision. Quentin really didn't like the idea of being unemployed, even
if the work was crappy sometimes, he liked being a Watcher, specially
when he lead a team against someone or other. He liked the feeling of
power it gave him and the payment wasn't shabby either.
So something had to be done about the Chaos Child and the Chaos Knight.
Something to make them see his point of view, to guide them to make the
right decision. Unfortunately, the ex-watcher hadn't said who the Child
or the Knight was, or he could have tried to find their weak spots. So
he was left with one real option, fly to Sunnydale and try to find out
who was who. If he was lucky, he could score some good points with the
council and they would give him back his old position.
***
There was something about this woman, this woman that had appeared
moments ago in Angel's living room, something that felt achingly familiar
to Xander.
~Sweet Child of mine~
A voice he didn't heard with his ears, but felt. Familiar, soothing.
Who are you?
~I am Chaos~
~Chaos Incarnate~
~Sweet Child of mine~
The woman emitted a steady golden glowing aura, like the golden tendrils,
that had rocked him while he was in his own mind. The voice had been
there, too.
It had felt good, he remembered. For the first time in his life he had
felt loved. Like he belonged somewhere. And she had called him her child.
The memories of the other one became active and he was flooded with
memories of the same golden woman. She had been a part of his life, too.
Her name was Lord of Nightmare, LoN or L-Sama for short and she was the
living Chaos. People had called her a devil or an angel, but neither of
them were right, for she was everything.
More memories swamped his brain and his breathing grew ragged as he
remembered....
*** flashback ***
He hadn't started a fire this night. Why should he? He didn't needed it
and the only people who would have needed it were long gone, only
memories conserved in his mind.
Gourry was the first one to go, he was only mortal after all and unlike
his companions, the swordfighter had no magic abilities, nothing that
would slow down his aging process. He died peacefully, of old age,
something so rare in this times. A shallow comfort.
Sylphiel had barely lasted longer than him. They had been in love and
married for so long and while she still looked young, her heart had been
broken the night he had died... she had died of heart failure only three
weeks later.
Amelia had become the good queen he had always knew she would be. After
her justice loving period had calmed down a little and she had realized
that the world wasn't always black or white, she had been exactly what
the people of her kingdom had needed. A wise queen, ruling with wisdom
and not by force. She had married. Not him, but he hadn't expected it
otherwise. Her crush on him had been only that: a crush. She had found
her true love and went on. She, like Gourry, died of old age, peacefully.
Filia and Val had lasted for a long time, several hundred years, but
when they tried to help the Dragon Lord Milgazia against an uproar of
the mad Dark Lord Dolphin, they had died alongside of most of the other
Dragons. Pretty, caring Filia, the Golden Dragon that could match his
strengst and with a quick temper like Lina, she had died by a powerful
blast of Dolphin herself, trying and failing to protect her little Val
and the Dragon Lord Milgazia.
And then, Lina. She had been around for nearly a millenium, her aging
process had nearly stopped completely. But that didn't stopped the
assassin who finally took her down. Cowardly, with a poisoned dragger to
her back.
The only one left of their little group had been him, him and Xellos,
who popped in sometimes to visit him. He never could figure out the
mazoku, but after a while, he stopped caring. There weren't that many
people who would become friends with a chimera and Xellos, strange and
twisted as he was, was still a friend. He had never thought he would
lose Xellos to death, but even the ageless mazoku had died, fallen in
the second Kouma war.
Now he was alone, completely and utterly alone. His appearance scared
away any human being and neither mazoku nor dragons were interested in
his friendship. And thus, he didn't need a fire this night... or the
night before or the next and the next. He squashed that train of
thought, it only made him depressive.
Into his quiet brooding, a woman appeared. A woman he knew, but hadn't
seen in almost 500 years.
"L-sama," he bowed. Even depressive as he was, he still felt compelled
to show the world creator his respect.
"~My little one.~"
"~So lonely.~"
"~I never meant for this to happen.~"
He remained silent, unsure how to reply.
"~This world is ending, little one.~"
"~It has become too unstable.~"
"~And no one is here to balance it.~"
She stroked his head, like parents would caress little children.
He leaned into the touch, it had been so long since someone had touched
him without revulsion.
"~I'm going to call everything back into me.~"
"~There will be a new start.~"
"~A new world.~"
"~A new chance.~"
He listened up. Why was she telling him all of this?
"~There will be conflicting forces again.~"
"~But also a force to balance them.~"
"~I want you to be that force.~"
"~Be reborn through me.~"
"~Become my child.~"
His breath stopped at her proposal. He had never imagined something like
this could happen.
"~You will live as a normal mortal being.~"
"~Until you are needed.~"
"~To restore the balance.~"
"~Your other friends will be there as well.~"
"~You will not be alone.~"
"~Do you accept?~"
Zelgadis swallowed. Then he looked around. There was nothing that was
truly holding him here and the chance to meet his friends again....
"Yes." He mumbled with a dry throat.
L-Sama unfolded her arms and embraced him.
He was wrapped in tendrils of gold, golden energy. He felt warm, warm and
safe. And for the first time in over 1500 years he wasn't alone anymore.
*** end Flashback ***
It was clear now. He understood everything.
Xander stepped forwards.
"Hello Mother."
tbc
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 9/?
EMAIL: burning_night@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: "They followed me home, can I keep them?"
"No, Joss owns them, now give them back." "Sigh."
They folk on "Angel" and "Buffy" might not be mine,
but I still like to play with them.
The concept and figures of "Slayers" the Anime and the
Mangas belong to people with long and unspeakable
Japanese names that I have forgotten how to spell
The gods belong themselves, but the outlook of Ares is
obviously influenced by watching Xena.
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: PG-13 (I think)
PAIRING: Xander/Angel/Wesley
AUTHORS NOTES: English is still not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
There were a lot of people, colleagues and other semi-important people,
who would describe Quentin Travers as an absolute asshole. He was rude,
not familiar with the most important works of the Watcher's huge library
and he didn't know when he should shut his big mouth. Unfortunately, his
father was an important member of the Watcher's high council, so there
wasn't that big a chance to get rid of him.
Since the last fiasco in America, where he failed helping the young, now
ex-watcher, Wesley, he was doing desk duty... badly. So it seemed that
fate was laughing like a loon when he answered the phone-call of his
father who told him of the earlier call of another very worried
ex-watcher, who was telling him that both, Chaos Knight and Chaos Child
had been woken and seen on the hellsmouth in Sunnydale.
Quentin's mind was racing. The Chaos forces, the most powerful forces
of Earth, they were only woken when something really big was happening.
Something like the final battle of Good and Evil, a battle that could
leave the Watchers unemployed, should the Chaos Child make the wrong
decision. Quentin really didn't like the idea of being unemployed, even
if the work was crappy sometimes, he liked being a Watcher, specially
when he lead a team against someone or other. He liked the feeling of
power it gave him and the payment wasn't shabby either.
So something had to be done about the Chaos Child and the Chaos Knight.
Something to make them see his point of view, to guide them to make the
right decision. Unfortunately, the ex-watcher hadn't said who the Child
or the Knight was, or he could have tried to find their weak spots. So
he was left with one real option, fly to Sunnydale and try to find out
who was who. If he was lucky, he could score some good points with the
council and they would give him back his old position.
***
There was something about this woman, this woman that had appeared
moments ago in Angel's living room, something that felt achingly familiar
to Xander.
~Sweet Child of mine~
A voice he didn't heard with his ears, but felt. Familiar, soothing.
Who are you?
~I am Chaos~
~Chaos Incarnate~
~Sweet Child of mine~
The woman emitted a steady golden glowing aura, like the golden tendrils,
that had rocked him while he was in his own mind. The voice had been
there, too.
It had felt good, he remembered. For the first time in his life he had
felt loved. Like he belonged somewhere. And she had called him her child.
The memories of the other one became active and he was flooded with
memories of the same golden woman. She had been a part of his life, too.
Her name was Lord of Nightmare, LoN or L-Sama for short and she was the
living Chaos. People had called her a devil or an angel, but neither of
them were right, for she was everything.
More memories swamped his brain and his breathing grew ragged as he
remembered....
*** flashback ***
He hadn't started a fire this night. Why should he? He didn't needed it
and the only people who would have needed it were long gone, only
memories conserved in his mind.
Gourry was the first one to go, he was only mortal after all and unlike
his companions, the swordfighter had no magic abilities, nothing that
would slow down his aging process. He died peacefully, of old age,
something so rare in this times. A shallow comfort.
Sylphiel had barely lasted longer than him. They had been in love and
married for so long and while she still looked young, her heart had been
broken the night he had died... she had died of heart failure only three
weeks later.
Amelia had become the good queen he had always knew she would be. After
her justice loving period had calmed down a little and she had realized
that the world wasn't always black or white, she had been exactly what
the people of her kingdom had needed. A wise queen, ruling with wisdom
and not by force. She had married. Not him, but he hadn't expected it
otherwise. Her crush on him had been only that: a crush. She had found
her true love and went on. She, like Gourry, died of old age, peacefully.
Filia and Val had lasted for a long time, several hundred years, but
when they tried to help the Dragon Lord Milgazia against an uproar of
the mad Dark Lord Dolphin, they had died alongside of most of the other
Dragons. Pretty, caring Filia, the Golden Dragon that could match his
strengst and with a quick temper like Lina, she had died by a powerful
blast of Dolphin herself, trying and failing to protect her little Val
and the Dragon Lord Milgazia.
And then, Lina. She had been around for nearly a millenium, her aging
process had nearly stopped completely. But that didn't stopped the
assassin who finally took her down. Cowardly, with a poisoned dragger to
her back.
The only one left of their little group had been him, him and Xellos,
who popped in sometimes to visit him. He never could figure out the
mazoku, but after a while, he stopped caring. There weren't that many
people who would become friends with a chimera and Xellos, strange and
twisted as he was, was still a friend. He had never thought he would
lose Xellos to death, but even the ageless mazoku had died, fallen in
the second Kouma war.
Now he was alone, completely and utterly alone. His appearance scared
away any human being and neither mazoku nor dragons were interested in
his friendship. And thus, he didn't need a fire this night... or the
night before or the next and the next. He squashed that train of
thought, it only made him depressive.
Into his quiet brooding, a woman appeared. A woman he knew, but hadn't
seen in almost 500 years.
"L-sama," he bowed. Even depressive as he was, he still felt compelled
to show the world creator his respect.
"~My little one.~"
"~So lonely.~"
"~I never meant for this to happen.~"
He remained silent, unsure how to reply.
"~This world is ending, little one.~"
"~It has become too unstable.~"
"~And no one is here to balance it.~"
She stroked his head, like parents would caress little children.
He leaned into the touch, it had been so long since someone had touched
him without revulsion.
"~I'm going to call everything back into me.~"
"~There will be a new start.~"
"~A new world.~"
"~A new chance.~"
He listened up. Why was she telling him all of this?
"~There will be conflicting forces again.~"
"~But also a force to balance them.~"
"~I want you to be that force.~"
"~Be reborn through me.~"
"~Become my child.~"
His breath stopped at her proposal. He had never imagined something like
this could happen.
"~You will live as a normal mortal being.~"
"~Until you are needed.~"
"~To restore the balance.~"
"~Your other friends will be there as well.~"
"~You will not be alone.~"
"~Do you accept?~"
Zelgadis swallowed. Then he looked around. There was nothing that was
truly holding him here and the chance to meet his friends again....
"Yes." He mumbled with a dry throat.
L-Sama unfolded her arms and embraced him.
He was wrapped in tendrils of gold, golden energy. He felt warm, warm and
safe. And for the first time in over 1500 years he wasn't alone anymore.
*** end Flashback ***
It was clear now. He understood everything.
Xander stepped forwards.
"Hello Mother."
tbc