The winged angel or the fire beast

A/n- hi, please read and review as I have a very big self-confidence problem. Thanks anyway. You know I'll be happy if you just read it. ^_^ this is my first ever fanfic and well I'm just going to make it up as I go along. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

'When two worlds collide'

Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne or any of its drool worthy characters, such as Dilly-sama.

Where was she to go? She looked at the baron landscape around her. She had only just ran from her home, exiled by her family, and now she was going to have to take on this torture as well.

She sat down behind a gaunt rock, shaking in fear of what was to become her. She tried to remember all that had happened to her. Where she sat now, trembling was nothing compared to how she got there.

Helena looked up at the, now gloomy sky. 'Two moons,' she whispered to herself. 'Earth'

The strange light brought me here. 'But where is here? And why did I have to be wearing these clothes at the time!? It's so fricking cold,' she yelled to herself. She tried to tug her shorts down lower to cover her now turning blue legs. She wrapped the arms of her baggy shirt, tighter around her.

She glanced at her hands noticing that they were covered with deep gashes and from of them blood flowed freely, staining the sleeves of her white shirt. The pain stung through her body, and she hissed at the pain. 'I swear that necklace did this to my hands, but how? I touched it and that green light appeared taking me with it, to wherever here is. Still, how could a necklace make my hands bleed? O well, that seems to be the least of my problems the moment' she breathed out loud.

A rumbling could be heard throughout the harsh plains that surrounded her. At first Helena had been ignoring it, but now the sound and the straining of the ground was becoming persistent. Using the nearby rock as support, she slowly got up. Her legs were bruised and bleeding from the previous encounter with the ground. 'I take it that the pillar of light doesn't like giving people happy landings,' she sarcastically remarked to herself. To add to the pressure on her legs, she had been walking for three hours endlessly in search for…well, anything.

Continuing her venture towards the rumbling, which was now turning into violent shakes, she saw an edge to the was-seamless baron landscape. Before Helena could even catch full sight of the valley opening before, she fell to her knees. The picture of pain and sadness was being painted before her, in more than a grotesque way.

'O my…' She gasped, taking a breath, she continued, 'what the hell is going on…why?'

The cliff side fell away in to a deep ravine leading to a flat plain at the bottom. People were fighting as towering robots swept them away with little effort. A battle was raging on beneath her and in their minds also. Silent trees surrounded the battlefield, but it gave no comfort to the countless bodies manifesting before them.

With every step the large robots took, the ground groaned beneath them. Even with their superiority of size they soon fell in the conflict, which Helena guessed to be between just two sides. Soon enough, the robots fell and men were fighting with swords, or even with bloodied fists and raw anger. Helena was left frozen with the neighbouring rocks around her. Left as an audience to the horror, which seemed to be coming to an end.

After a while Helena regained life again, and she began trying to focus on two figures in the distance that had been once fighting in robots, but now in a sword fight. One had jumped out of a deep, blood red robot, unlike the others. Whilst the other, jumped out of a robot similar to the rest.

She could see them more clearly now. Whilst people fell around them, they still carried on to be at each other's throats. Her interest grew; unsure now which guy came out of which robot, she just watched, waiting for it to end.

They both looked as if they were fighting to the best of their ability, but both were becoming tired. Their clothes appeared strange to her. One was wearing black and red armour, his sword tainted with blood and his silver hair shining in the cold sun. His competition was wearing the complete opposite. 'Not exactly what I would call clothes for killing people in. A bit insulting really.' His red top and white trousers tightened and slacked with every bite of the air his sword took. His raven black hair harsh, which was probably once soft.

Everyone had fallen but them now. Their technique was becoming sloppy but hey endured. 'Why are they fighting? It seems a more personal battle to me' she muttered, narrowing her eyes. Helena moved closer to the edge of the cliff, trying to get a better view of the surroundings. A few rocks slipped beneath her fingers, but she remained balanced, tempting fate. In the distance, she could see a once grand city on fire. The surrounding forest was ablaze, as the fire's hunger grew greater.

Something else caught her eye. Looking up, she saw what seemed to be a floating rock. The bottom of it was sharp and jagged, whilst on top there appeared to be buildings. The floating rock seemed to be moving towards the battlefield, where the two youths continued their personal fight.

Helena began to sway violently as she tried to move away from the edge. The loss of blood was making her feel dizzy, and the movement of the floating rock was disorientating her. Attempting to move away before she lost her sense of balance, her legs gave way. She fell to her knees and began moving forward over the edge. She grabbed for a neighbouring rock but her hands were wet with blood. With a frenzied effort to grab the rock, she began to fall down the cliff side.

A/n Don't we all love cliffhangers? Plz r+r. it means a lot to me, as I have very little self-confidence. Thanks for reading this chapter. ^_^

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