Sweet Perfume
Disclaimer:
Escaflowne and its characters do not belong to me. This is just a fanfic made by a fan for fans.
However, since I created the plot, it's mine :)
Author's Note:
Woo Hoo~ Another chapter! Thank you for your reviews!!! ^_^
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The Vione was only peaceful during the nighttime. In the morning, it would be bustling with dragon slayers getting ready for the day. After breakfast, they would start the backbreaking training that Dilandau would put them through. Screams and battle cries would come from the gymnasium as they practised sword fighting and unarmed combat. Fighting was a part of everyone's life and for the most part, it was enjoyed. Murder was performed cold-bloodedly and they felt no guilt afterwards. Nevertheless, when it was the death of one of their own it was a different story.
Dilandau woke up with a start in the middle of the night. After opening his eyes, he was surrounded by the familiar setting of his bedroom. He knew he had a nightmare but oddly, he remembered nothing about it. He ran his slender fingers through his silver hair and felt that it was drenched in his own sweat. Tossing one of his legs down to the ground from the bed, his foot felt the mess made by the letters he was reading before he fell asleep. He was reminded once again of the unsuccessful battle in Asturia.
*Why can't I let go?*
His stomach growled loudly as he regretted his decision to skip dinner. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed that one of his dragon slayers sprawled out in the middle of the hallway.
"Hey! Wake up!"
The collapsed dragon slayer did not budge. Dilandau had no choice but to kick him square on the stomach to whip him back into shape. After a painful groan, the dragon slayer was revived back to life. He immediately knelt in front of Dilandau. It was Chesta, the dragon slayer who had a history of sleep walking.
"Get up."
Chesta sheepishly rose from the ground with his head down. As predicted, Dilandau tossed him a cruel slap which sent him flying back to the ground. He clutched the side of his round face. It was times like this when Fassel came to help Chesta back up. He was caring to his friends, especially Chesta. The two slayers shared a bond tighter than anyone else in the army. They were always partners during battles, backing each other up and helping the one that was down. Chesta missed him more than ever now, he whimpered slightly and knelt in front of Dilandau once again.
Dilandau sensed what Chesta was thinking about, "Tell me... who killed Fassel."
Chesta looked up at Dilandau blankly, confused by the new topic given to him unexpectedly. "A-Allen... Allen did. Fassel wasn't even attacking him. Allen always picks on the weak ones; trying to make himself look good."
"What?" Dilandau barked angrily, "Why wasn't he attacking? He's one of my best fighters!"
"He told me before the battle that he didn't feel well. He didn't feel like fighting in Asturia… At one point of the battle, he just gave up and didn't even try to defend himself. I protected him from the other guymelefs but Allen came too quickly and I couldn't. The sword went right through the Alseides into Fassel's body. I couldn't do anything..."
"Alright, you may go."
Chesta hurried into his room. Dilandau was left alone again to his thoughts. He wanted to hurt Allen. He wanted to kill him. He was going to kill him. A thin smile appeared on his lips as he imagined the things he planned to do to him at the next battle.
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The two moons of Gaea shone brightly in the crystal clear sky speckled with tiny stars. In one of the forest of Asturia, two horses, one belonging to Millerna and the other to Allen galloped side-by-side towards Fried which seemed like it was light-years away.
"Millerna-hime, we need to stop and rest. It's too late to be traveling right now."
The Crusade and the Scherazade were damaged from the last attack and it was in no condition to be of use. The only option to reach Fried was by horse and by the looks of it, they weren't' going to reach it anytime soon.
Millerna sensed that there was something wrong with Allen, his voice was frail and his breathing was irregular. Knowing Allen, she knew that he would never tell her that he was actually sick. "Allen..." She felt apologetic to him, she was putting him through too much, "Let's find the closest inn to stay at."
The closest inn was an hour away and Allen was getting exhausted by the minute. When they finally reached the inn, Allen looked like he was going to faint any second. She helped him lie down on the bed and felt his forehead. He had a very high fever.
"Allen?"
She heard a shaky reply, "I'll be alright." His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked like he was in a lot of pain. She wished that she had brought her medical equipment with her. She wet some towels and positioned them on his forehead. It was the best she could do to lower the fever.
She collapsed on an armchair beside Allen's bed, not knowing what to do. Allen was sick and it was all her fault. She reached for her pen and started writing. She tried her best to sound coherent but she was dizzy and everything she wrote looked blurry.
Fassel,
Please come for me, I'm at Three Moons Inn, South-East of Asturia.
Millerna Aston.
She decided that she was going to tell him the details when he came for her. She gave the letter to a messenger and paid him extra to get it delivered as rapidly as possible.
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"Letter for Fassel Drake."
"I'll take that." Dilandau grabbed the letter from the messenger. "You can leave now."
"But…"
Dilandau shot him a death glare.
"Yes, sir."
It was another letter for Fassel and he could already tell that it was from Her. The woman who was still oblivious to the fact that was already dead. He glimpsed at the envelope. Since Fassel wasn't there to scratch off the name on the envelope, he could clearly see that the mystery lover was Millerna Aston, Princess of Asturia. He looked at it disgusted, one of my slayers was in love with that girl? He tore open the letter in a hurry and read the message telling Fassel to go find her in the Three Moons Inn. Without a second thought, he tore it apart.
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"The location of the pendant has moved. It is not in Pallas any more. I see that it's now in the hands of Princess Millerna." Dornkirk sat gazing intently into the machine. "Her location is not yet clear… but we must retrieve it from her."
"Yes, Lord Dornkirk. I will send Dilandau to search for her." Folken replied as the screen shut off.
When Dilandau entered the room, Folken did not waste any time, "Dilandau, we have a new mission for you. Seek out the princess of Asturia, Millerna Aston. Unfortunately, he location is a mystery."
He couldn't help but giggle at this odd coincidence, "I know where she is."
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It's getting closer to the part where they meet. ^_^
It might take a while before I update this story again because of school but reviews will certainly speed it up!
Disclaimer:
Escaflowne and its characters do not belong to me. This is just a fanfic made by a fan for fans.
However, since I created the plot, it's mine :)
Author's Note:
Woo Hoo~ Another chapter! Thank you for your reviews!!! ^_^
_________________________________________________________________________
The Vione was only peaceful during the nighttime. In the morning, it would be bustling with dragon slayers getting ready for the day. After breakfast, they would start the backbreaking training that Dilandau would put them through. Screams and battle cries would come from the gymnasium as they practised sword fighting and unarmed combat. Fighting was a part of everyone's life and for the most part, it was enjoyed. Murder was performed cold-bloodedly and they felt no guilt afterwards. Nevertheless, when it was the death of one of their own it was a different story.
Dilandau woke up with a start in the middle of the night. After opening his eyes, he was surrounded by the familiar setting of his bedroom. He knew he had a nightmare but oddly, he remembered nothing about it. He ran his slender fingers through his silver hair and felt that it was drenched in his own sweat. Tossing one of his legs down to the ground from the bed, his foot felt the mess made by the letters he was reading before he fell asleep. He was reminded once again of the unsuccessful battle in Asturia.
*Why can't I let go?*
His stomach growled loudly as he regretted his decision to skip dinner. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed that one of his dragon slayers sprawled out in the middle of the hallway.
"Hey! Wake up!"
The collapsed dragon slayer did not budge. Dilandau had no choice but to kick him square on the stomach to whip him back into shape. After a painful groan, the dragon slayer was revived back to life. He immediately knelt in front of Dilandau. It was Chesta, the dragon slayer who had a history of sleep walking.
"Get up."
Chesta sheepishly rose from the ground with his head down. As predicted, Dilandau tossed him a cruel slap which sent him flying back to the ground. He clutched the side of his round face. It was times like this when Fassel came to help Chesta back up. He was caring to his friends, especially Chesta. The two slayers shared a bond tighter than anyone else in the army. They were always partners during battles, backing each other up and helping the one that was down. Chesta missed him more than ever now, he whimpered slightly and knelt in front of Dilandau once again.
Dilandau sensed what Chesta was thinking about, "Tell me... who killed Fassel."
Chesta looked up at Dilandau blankly, confused by the new topic given to him unexpectedly. "A-Allen... Allen did. Fassel wasn't even attacking him. Allen always picks on the weak ones; trying to make himself look good."
"What?" Dilandau barked angrily, "Why wasn't he attacking? He's one of my best fighters!"
"He told me before the battle that he didn't feel well. He didn't feel like fighting in Asturia… At one point of the battle, he just gave up and didn't even try to defend himself. I protected him from the other guymelefs but Allen came too quickly and I couldn't. The sword went right through the Alseides into Fassel's body. I couldn't do anything..."
"Alright, you may go."
Chesta hurried into his room. Dilandau was left alone again to his thoughts. He wanted to hurt Allen. He wanted to kill him. He was going to kill him. A thin smile appeared on his lips as he imagined the things he planned to do to him at the next battle.
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The two moons of Gaea shone brightly in the crystal clear sky speckled with tiny stars. In one of the forest of Asturia, two horses, one belonging to Millerna and the other to Allen galloped side-by-side towards Fried which seemed like it was light-years away.
"Millerna-hime, we need to stop and rest. It's too late to be traveling right now."
The Crusade and the Scherazade were damaged from the last attack and it was in no condition to be of use. The only option to reach Fried was by horse and by the looks of it, they weren't' going to reach it anytime soon.
Millerna sensed that there was something wrong with Allen, his voice was frail and his breathing was irregular. Knowing Allen, she knew that he would never tell her that he was actually sick. "Allen..." She felt apologetic to him, she was putting him through too much, "Let's find the closest inn to stay at."
The closest inn was an hour away and Allen was getting exhausted by the minute. When they finally reached the inn, Allen looked like he was going to faint any second. She helped him lie down on the bed and felt his forehead. He had a very high fever.
"Allen?"
She heard a shaky reply, "I'll be alright." His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked like he was in a lot of pain. She wished that she had brought her medical equipment with her. She wet some towels and positioned them on his forehead. It was the best she could do to lower the fever.
She collapsed on an armchair beside Allen's bed, not knowing what to do. Allen was sick and it was all her fault. She reached for her pen and started writing. She tried her best to sound coherent but she was dizzy and everything she wrote looked blurry.
Fassel,
Please come for me, I'm at Three Moons Inn, South-East of Asturia.
Millerna Aston.
She decided that she was going to tell him the details when he came for her. She gave the letter to a messenger and paid him extra to get it delivered as rapidly as possible.
_________________________________________________________________________
"Letter for Fassel Drake."
"I'll take that." Dilandau grabbed the letter from the messenger. "You can leave now."
"But…"
Dilandau shot him a death glare.
"Yes, sir."
It was another letter for Fassel and he could already tell that it was from Her. The woman who was still oblivious to the fact that was already dead. He glimpsed at the envelope. Since Fassel wasn't there to scratch off the name on the envelope, he could clearly see that the mystery lover was Millerna Aston, Princess of Asturia. He looked at it disgusted, one of my slayers was in love with that girl? He tore open the letter in a hurry and read the message telling Fassel to go find her in the Three Moons Inn. Without a second thought, he tore it apart.
_________________________________________________________________________
"The location of the pendant has moved. It is not in Pallas any more. I see that it's now in the hands of Princess Millerna." Dornkirk sat gazing intently into the machine. "Her location is not yet clear… but we must retrieve it from her."
"Yes, Lord Dornkirk. I will send Dilandau to search for her." Folken replied as the screen shut off.
When Dilandau entered the room, Folken did not waste any time, "Dilandau, we have a new mission for you. Seek out the princess of Asturia, Millerna Aston. Unfortunately, he location is a mystery."
He couldn't help but giggle at this odd coincidence, "I know where she is."
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It's getting closer to the part where they meet. ^_^
It might take a while before I update this story again because of school but reviews will certainly speed it up!