The winged angel or the fire beast

A/n I'm sorry about the last chapter where I told you all to review, and then I find out that some of you couldn't because there was block. I'm sorry about that, but you can all fill free to review now. ^_^ I'm just making it up as I go along, so please help me with a story line as a way of inspiration

Chapter 2

'Till they came'

The closer to the light you get, the larger your shadow becomes. – Kingdom Hearts.

At first she slipped down, grabbing at nearby rocks but she soon flew past them or they fell with her. As her speed increased, she went in to a roll, heading down a one-way road to the valley bottom. Helena tried to keep one hand over her head to prevent any permanent injury. Whilst with the other hand, she reached out in front, trying to stop herself from cascading down the cliff side. Dust began to cover her vision, making her spiralling world darken and unpromising.

Her arm struck a bolder, ripping her shirt and digging a deep cut into her arm. She screamed in agony as the pain shot through her arm and didn't pass. Her scream soon ended abruptly when she fell for the last time, sprawled, at the valley bottom.

Helena felt the pain, and it was unbearable. She recovered herself quickly, remembering the battle between the two youths. She looked back at where she fell. The bolder that had wounded her, oozed, with what looked like its own blood. Clutching her mangled and broken arm, she used her feet to shift herself along to get behind the rock. Helena had to find cover if she wasn't to be seen. Unfortunately, she had already been caught sight of.

Van turned his head slightly, feeling his muscles tense under the pressure from fighting Dilandau. He heard a scream that had lastly for a few seconds only to become muffled, and then end sharply with an accompanying thud. He searched the floor quickly for the source of the noise, and found a girl staring straight back at him. Van let his guard down for a second, but in his heart, it was worth it; she was beautiful. Her long wavering brown hair flowed in the wind like a torrent of water. Her deep, blue eyes burned a calmness in to him, and he felt free. All the while, she stared back confused of her own situation but seemingly to completely understanding his. Waking up, he tensed his muscles for another swipe closer to being the victor.

Dilandau took this slight pause to his advantage. Ignoring the new spectacle that had arrived, he swung his sword blunt side into Van's stomach. Before Van could recover, Dilandau took another opportunity with a hit to the head with the hilt of his sword. Van fell motionless to the floor, dropping his sword to his side. Quickly the victor stooped down and checked the defeated opponent's pulse. He was still alive.

'Dammit,' Dilandau muttered. 'I don't see why I should bring him back alive anyway. Stupid Folken. If Van wasn't his brother, I would have had him killed by now. And why the hell didn't he bring the Escaflowne into battle.' A confused look spread across his face as he stared down at Van's unconscious body.

Helena sat still, tears streaming down her face. 'Because of me, he lost' she whispered in her mind. 'He might have been the bad guy though,' she thought, trying to reassure herself that she may have done good. She started shaking again. Out of fear, coldness or loss of blood; she didn't care anymore. She was too confused about what the albino warrior was doing to bother about her own suffering. He turned his glance from Van to her. A shiver was sent down her spine when a seemingly friendly, but not convincing smile spread across his face. Leaving the motionless body, he began to walk towards her.

Not staking her chances on his welcoming smile, she tried to get to her feet. With every attempt she took, the more confident Dilandau's steps became. 'Come on Helena! You can do it, just one more time.' Struggling to find her balance, Helena stumbled back a few steps and into the dirt again.

'What do you want?' she yelled. Helena was becoming desperate. Escaping was no longer an option in the state that she was in, maybe diverting his attention would slow him down. Despite her plea, no answer was made from the silent boy, who instead of smirking at her, began studying her. Helena felt weak under his gaze and shied away.

Looking past him there still laid the raven-haired boy, unmoving. His hair was stained with blood, which disguised the earthly angel look that surrounded him. Her attention was averted again when the dark figure stooped down and pulled her up by the arm; her broken arm. She cried out again at the suffering she was having to go through. The pain soon eased slightly, but her anger didn't.

Clenching her fist, she brought her arm to hit him. Her punch was sluggish, and was easily caught by Dilandau, who was also tired now. Releasing his grip, she pulled her arms to her side and he regained his posture; one hand on one hip and the other on the hilt of his sword, which was dry with blood. They stood in silence, studying each other. Him with his pale skin, silver hair and most noticeably, his garnet eyes. And her with her long, brown hair, light complexion and deep blue eyes.

Helena stood, just barely, insecure and embarrassed by her predicament. But her confusion was short lived by his harsh voice. 'Well, who are you?'

'Helena Koikaze,' she muttered, feeling intimated by his interrogating eyes.

' Where are you from?'

'Earth. I suppose it's that one,' pointing up at the two moons above.

Dilandau followed the direction of her finger and returned his glance with a sarcastic smile.

'Where do you really come from?' Raising an eyebrow at her.

'Why can't he just believe me? It would be so much easier than to explain because I don't why I'm here,' she thought. 'Well, I'm certainly not from around here, and that looks like my planet,' she replied sarcastically, testing the albino's patience.

'You're working for someone aren't you? You've been trying to keep a low profile and you were spying on "us." ' He began raising his voice, his eyes narrowing in succession.

She shook her head with full meaning and honesty, tears welled up in her eyes as the interrogation continued. His eyes were threatening, but she could tell he was toying her. She just had a feeling that he already believed her, but he was just doing this as an extra bit of fun.

'Which kingdom sent you, spy? We wouldn't want anyone being informed about how Fanelia was burnt down, would we?' Helena just shook her head again, not wanting to disagree. How could she?

'I think you better come with us…Helena.' His smirk grew wider as he grabbed her good arm and tugged her towards the centre of the valley, past Van's body. Helena's breathing became erratic and she was struggling to get away from his iron grasp. 'He's a lot stronger than I thought,' she angrily muttered to herself. Helena was more desperate than ever, and she wanted answers.

'Look, I don't understand. I mean, who are you? Where am I, and where are we going? And what do you mean "us?" ' And in turn, she raised her voice. Unexpectedly, he turned sharply and struck her across the face with his gloved hand. She stumbled heading to the floor, but was cut short by Dilandau tugging at her arm to get up.

This time, he brought his face up close and kept his voice low, nearly to a whisper, but with the full expression of someone shouting. 'I'm Lord Dilandau, leader of the Dragonslayers. We are on Gaea, and when I say "us," I mean "them." ' Raising his hand, he made a motion for someone to follow. And out of thin air, 'they' appeared.

A/n I'm not sure whether to make it a dilly romance or Van romance yet. So you lot can help me with some inspiration. Remember to review now I sorted the block problem. For now stay tuned for the next chapter.

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