AN - I'm so glad you all liked the last chapter! ^_~ I was a little worried I would get flames ^_^ I'm not very good at humor-based fics, so if that's what you thought this fic would turn out to be, sorry, but no :). Humor may be added here and there but I'll remain true to the action/adventure, drama, romance, and all that luscious stuff that makes a good fic. ^_~ Also, I forgot to put this up… SPOILER WARNING!
Also, I've decided to change Hitomi's character a bit. She'll still be good old Hitomi but with a few changes. One: Hitomi will no longer be the weak, squealing, damsel in distress. I'm giving her an attitude and strength.
I had planned to just have Dilandau-sama find Hitomi in the forest, fight ensue, join the Slayers ranks…but then I thought that was a bit typical, correct? Well, my friends, strap in for the long haul because that ain't what's happening. *Smiles* enjoy the fic! ^_~
Dedications:
Black Iris: Thank you very much. ^_^ Yes, there really aren't enough D/H fics out there and they make such a kawaii pair, no? ^_^ I'll be sure to add more chapters as long as I get reviews. ^_~
Jenn: I'm glad your intrigued ^_^ Thanks for the compliment. ^_^
St. Merialiss: Thank you ^_^ I'm glad you liked the first chapter :) I'll do my best on my spelling but no guarantees ^_^ I'll look over it the best I can though! :)
Dilandau's Girl: Thank you for the correction. :) I'm glad you liked the last chapter and I apologize once more for its shortness. Longer chapters in the future I promise. :)
Enzeru No Yami: I'm glad you liked the last chapter too. :) But really, I know she liked Allen-san but I know I'm not the only one that wished she had turned and back-handed the knight for such a comment. I know I would have. ^_~
Himedestiny: Heh, not a fan of Shezar, are you? ^_~ Thanks for the review, I don't despise Allen-san but I do not like his casual playboy attitude. ^_~ Thank you again for the review, it really makes my day to read nice reviews. ^_^
Alissa: Thanks again for the review. :) Glad you liked the part where she told off Allen-san! ^_^ Too bad you're not a fan of D/H, but thank you again for a nice review despite that^_~
DeathzAngel: I'm glad you love D/H as much as me ^_^ Thank you again for the compliment, I try my best^_^
Demon Wolf: I'm glad you liked the chapter, but sorry, there is very little chance Van and Hitomi will get together. This will be a D/H fanfic, ^_~ sorry. But thanks for the review! ^_^
Someone: I will add many chapters, as long as I get reviews ^_^ I'm very glad you liked the last chapter and that you love D/H as much as the rest of us. ^_^
Moonlight34: Glad you liked the last chapter. As you wish I will not tell you the pairing, though I'm sure you've figured it out. But this will not be the typical, boy sees girl, they fall in love stuff. It'll be different. I promise. ^_~
Vanessa St. Cloud: Been a while since I've heard from you ^_^ Glad you like it so far, hope it lives up to your expectations and yes: D/H RULES! ^_~ lol:)
TA: Glad you like it so far! ^_^
Fitz20: Heh, nice to know I'm not alone in the thought. ^_^ I got this idea of responding to reviews from you, and I recommend and D/H lovers to your fic 'Sylphie's Journey'. Fabulous fic by the way. ^_~
Cythia: Ah, Cythia I'm glad you liked the chapter but am saddened by your lack of enthusiasm about the D/H pairing. Well, maybe this'll change your thoughts. Dilandau-sama is completely male. No Celena. No Fate alterations. None. Celena and our beloved pyro Dilandau-sama are two completely SEPARATE people. :)
Now on with the fic. ^_~
The air was fast becoming chilly, as the glorious sun of Gaea had long since seeped below the horizon. Kanzaki Hitomi had long since put as much distance as possible between Allen's fortress and herself. She felt little guilt in insulting the player in front of his men and the high-ranking soldiers from Zaibach. Although she did feel regret that she had left her bag at his fortress. At least then she could have put on her running shorts instead of having to wear her infernal school uniform.
Making a disdainful face she hurried on. Her hand went to the inside pocket of her uniform to caress her pack of tarot cards fondly. Longingly, emerald eyes rose to the star scattered sky and the twin moons hanging mockingly above.
Home.
While she felt a distant ringing in her soul to return to her family and 'friends', she didn't want to leave Gaea. Here she'd found a world where honor still ruled, where men fought with a blade, and not a gun. Where everything and everyone was not so predictable. Danger or no, she'd found a world where she would gladly stay if possible. But the stupid visions of coming danger and bloodshed weren't doing much in the push for her to stay.
Scowling she dropped her arm to her side. The visions hurt like hell, and the blasted arrogant king wasn't doing much in the way of compensation for it. Heck, she hadn't even gotten so much of a thank you out of him. Even when she'd saved him from that fire-breathing dragon. If she hadn't been there she was sure that the dragon would have impaled him and he would have died. She'd seen it. And as she was quickly learning, what she saw would always come to pass. Not a comforting thought at all.
Shaking her head she hurried on, mentally using all the endurance skills she'd learned in track. She snorted lightly. She'd never thought she'd ever really have any use for them. As she hurried on she soon found herself at a large pond. A smile crossing her face for a second, she looked around before stripping down, leaving her clothing in a small pile.
Instantly she jumped into the water. Reveling in the feeling of the cool liquid on her bare skin. Diving downward she swam through the crystal water easily. Feeling a pain in her lungs she swam upward, seeing the Mystic Moon glinting blearily above the water.
As she splashed upward she immediately sunk halfway back down, due to both the lack of privacy in the area and the fact the air felt icy cold. Shivering slightly she dunked her head and did her best to rub away the sweat and grime that had been clinging her since...Fanelia...
Closing her eyes slightly in reminiscence, she quickly swam back to the shoreline. Emerald eyes quickly took in the dark forest about her. Feeling pretty confident no one was near she quickly got out of the water and put on her undergarments and her uniform, ignoring the fact that she was sopping wet and making her clothing moist as well.
"Wing Goddess..."
Hitomi whirled about at the sudden voice. Soft and caring, endlessly wise and knowing.
"W-who's there!?" She called out shakily, her body going rigid as though for a battle.
"I am Varie. I come to you with a choice, Tsubasa no Kami."
Hitomi almost gasped as the woman appeared before her. Long, pure wings stretched from her back. Long glossy black hair hung around her fair face of porcelain white. Hers was a beauty rarely seen, the kind that was easily seen from both the inside and out.
"Why do you call me 'Wing Goddess'?" Hitomi asked, her voice soft with awe of the woman before her, or perhaps she was an angel. Angels had wings…
She laughed softly, her laugh sounding of sweet tinkling bells, "It is what you are, Goddess, though you've yet to know it. But as I said before, I come to you with a choice."
"What choice? "Hitomi asked, emerald eyes narrowing in suspicion and curiosity.
"Wing Goddess, your gift which you've only begun to discover has already shown you that you can control fate, correct?"
Hitomi gasped in surprise, "What are you talking about? I-I see things yes, before they comet o pass but I-I-I don't control them!" Horror built up in her soul. If what the elegant being before her said was true, then Fanelia…those people…their deaths…those screams…the fire…it…it was all her fault!
The woman (or was it angel?) tilted her head, her features becoming sad, "You still don't see. Goddess. Your emotions and thoughts can and do control fate. If you don't believe in one's abilities, they will fail. It is as simple as that. What I have come to offer you, is an escape."
"Are you asking me to give up my abilities?" Hitomi interrupted, anger sparking in her. For a reason she didn't know, she felt a fiery anger erupt within her. Dangers or no, she would not give up her abilities. They were a part of her, no matter what.
She shook her head softly, "No. I'm giving you a chance to come with me, and train. Learn to fight and control your ability."
"H-how long will it take?" Hitomi questioned softly.
She smiled mysteriously, "I ask for only five years. After that, the task of control shall be complete. Though I cannot guarantee complete ultimate control. But I can give you the assurance that you will know all I can teach you and given the choice to return to Gaea or to Earth at your will. At any moment you choose. But if you come with me...you will have to leave behind all you know. Leave behind any life you had on Earth."
"What about Gaea? Van? What about my family?" She asked, horror building within her.
Varie bowed her head, "If you wish I can return you to Earth now...everything will be the same there but you. And as the years pass your gift will spiral out of control, everyone around you will die. Visions of their deaths will be vivid in your mind, you will feel their blood soak your hands and you will take your own life in the end." As she explained her voice remained calm...devoid of emotion.
Hitomi felt herself go limp in horror. "What of Gaea? What if I stay here and take not your choice?" She whispered her question hoarsely, tears building.
"Then you will be hunted down. By both sides as they quickly learn of your gift. Of what you are. They will hunt you and try to use you for their own ends. Innocents will die; betrayal will be hot on both sides. In the end, each side will fight to the death; whichever side holding you coming out the winner of the blood bath. But the loser as well as most of Gaea will be destroyed, the blood of millions drenching Gaea. In the end you will return to Earth, if your are not killed in the bloodshed while they hunt for you. And the first tale of your life on Earth which I told you will take place."
Tears trailed down Hitomi's face as she dropped to her knees. "Will they remember me? Those of Gaea…My friends on Earth?"
"On Gaea…they never will forget you. All will still know the tale of the mysterious girl of the Mystic Moon; the fabled Wing Goddess come to life. On Earth...slowly, painfully, you will be eventually forgotten. As most are."
"…I…I will go with you." Hitomi whispered brokenly as she forced herself to stand. Knowing she really had no other choice. At least going with Varie assured her that her family and friends would not die. And that the war on Gaea may yet be resolved with out bloodshed.
Varie touched Hitomi's face lightly," Are you certain? I know your choices are limited and cruel…but are you certain you shall come with me? I need to be sure."
Emerald eyes meet the jeweled ones of Varie, "I will go with you." Hitomi repeated firmly.
Slowly Varie wrapped her arms around the young girl. Hitomi hugged her close, pulling into the warmth of the beautiful woman. And to the eyes of only the animals of the forest and the stars above the two faded away into darkness….
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~5 Years Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Boring.
Was the only way General Dilandau Albatou could describe Gaea. The Zaibach Empire, and himself had taken out the 'Dragon' known as Van Fanel and the other rebels easily, of course. But then again, he thought smugly, the Dragon and Shezar were never a match for him or his Slayers.
Grinning slightly he made his way through the large fortress that Folken-sama had given him not long after the 'Destiny Wars' as the conflict was called.
It was shaped like a large castle but with few, if any, guards. Dilandau knew that should any try an attempt on his life he could stop them. He was the best soldier in Zaibach. He wasn't the General of the Dragon Slayers for nothing. As those who had fought with him learned that quickly. Besides, his own Slayers and new recruits were trained here as well. He felt confident in his own skills and theirs to defeat any who dared enter without permission.
But after the war was won, Dornkirk-sama ended up dying just as his 'vision' was coming true. After his death Folken took control, and constructed Gaea under the Zaibach Empire's ruler ship; hence, his own. For a reason many did not understand, Folken never killed Van Fanel. He allowed him to rebuild Fanelia and let it prosper; but no military activity was ever to be in Fanelia and no resistance to the empire or else Fanelia would suffer a blow far worse then that which happened in the Destiny Wars.
Dilandau smirked cruelly. He had a feeling that was the only reason why the arrogant King did not fight them any more, for the sake of his people. He snorted. Foolish endearment. People die, be it sooner or later it didn't matter.
The only thing in this world he lived for was battle. And at the moment he didn't have any battle to fight in. No opponent's blood rained on his hands. No battle cries rung hard in his ears. No roaring flames warmed his blood.
By the gods he was bored.
For a reason the young General didn't understand, he saw the image of a young girl with short boyish hair and amazing emerald eyes rise in his memory. He laughed lightly. He had searched for that girl throughout the years, here and there. Never finding her. It was as though she had disappeared of the face of the planet. Strange.
Some claimed she was the one who could see the future and shape fate to her will. That she was the fabled 'Wing Goddess'. He chuckled lightly. It's funny how people will grasp at any tale to raise their feeble hopes. Not that it would ever help them. Zaibach would rule over Gaea forever, nothing would ever change that. Especially not some measly little girl.
Still, he reasoned, he would have liked to have claimed her as his own for a little while. She was the only girl to ever refuse the advances of Allen Shezar, at least publicly, in front of his men and the representatives of the Zaibach Empire. She had been very beautiful too. Nice long legs, bright emerald eyes, full luscious lips, high-cheekbones, and from what he'd seen under her odd garment she'd had the beginnings of a chest and curves that would make a man cry. A worthy prize was she. Too bad she'd never been found.
Sighing, he walked out of his large fortress dressed simply in a pair of leather pants, tunic, a black cape, and his sword, of course, strapped to his hip. Perhaps he'd make a few trips to Folken-sama to see how the old man was doing. He hadn't seen him in over 2 years, not after he'd married Shezar's sister...Celena wasn't it?
Laughing softly he recalled the rage that had been on the knight's face when that had been announced. Absolute fury had marred his features and Dilandau didn't doubt that if he hadn't been in the position of having a thousand or more people die if he acted against the Empire that he would have tried to strike down the pale haired Strategos where he stood.
Dilandau snorted lightly. Caring for others made a man weak. But it was a fault he found often in his enemies. A fault that he had used to win many battles. A fault that he welcomed in his enemies, but sneered at them for allowing themselves open for such an attack. He would never be so weak. Never.
The sun felt warm on his pale face as he made his way to the stables. Patiently, he un-hooked his midnight black stallion from the inside. Folken had sent an invitation inviting him and his Slayers to a large ball/dinner that would hold mostly all of the major representatives in Zaibach. It was to be hosted in Freid, which was no more then a day's riding from his home. Leading the magnificent beast outside he mounted it easily.
He did not have to leave message for his Slayers. Undoubtedly they'd know where he'd gone and would most likely follow soon after. It didn't matter anyhow. His Slayers were not his keepers.
As he rode off into the sunlight and the dust beaten trail erupted from behind him, the young warrior could not shake the creeping feeling that was telling him that something was coming. Something big. Something horrible. More powerful then anything he had ever faced.
A malicious smile crossed his full lips abruptly.
Just what he wanted.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~In Fanelia~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cold hot fury raged in his soul as Van Slanzar Fanel made his way through the crowds of Fanelia to his castle. As he made it into the castle he barely stopped himself from going into a childish tantrum as he made it to his room. Shutting it firmly he locked it, a fearsome expression of anger marring his handsome features.
His brother had asked, no demanded, that he come to a royal dinner that was being hosted in Freid. He was having several representatives from various countries attend. Oh how he longed to refuse, to shove even such a small thing in his brothers face in defiance. But no, that would violate the treaty. And as such put his people in danger.
His people.
Were they even that any more? In the years after the Destiny Wars he had become like a puppet. Jumping firmly at his master's command.
The thought did not sit well with the dark haired man at all.
Growling in unsuppressed rage he paced his room. He had to go. He had no real choice in the matter. By the gods it wasn't fair. This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out. He should have destroyed Zaibach and he should have rebuilt Fanelia under his own control, not as a puppet for the damned Zaibach Empire!
Snarling he stared out the window at the clear blue sky. Thinking it should be cloudy and dark to fit his mood. His hands clinched into fists instantly as the sight of the barely visible Mystic Moon slipped into view.
She had abandoned him.
True he had not believed in her ability to see the future at first, hadn't believed that she could have visions to foretell on-coming danger or call upon pillars of light to transport them half across Gaea. But now, looking back, he knew that it had been her. If only they'd gone after her after she'd fled Allen's fortress, if only they'd tried harder to find her, maybe...maybe things would have turned out differently.
He felt an old hatred toward her for running away. For abandoning him just as he'd begun to feel a bit...protective and slightly possessive of her. But perhaps if that infernal knight Allen Shezar, the womanizer, hadn't made the false proclamation that she was his lover then she wouldn't have run. Then maybe things would have been different.
But that didn't really matter now.
Time had passed, staying for none. And the fate that had been planned by Dornkirk and his own, he snarled in deeper hate and anger, his brother Folken had taken place. Nothing could change that. He only worried himself further by trying to think of it.
There was a slight, and only, perk to the fact he was going to this stupid dinner. The Escaflowne was stored in Freid. Mainly because Freid had sighed a treaty during the war asking that no fighting or scheming would take place on their soil.
Other then the battles in the Arena that is. And that was a very secluded match. Contestants traveled to the event that took place only once a year to see the ferocious battle that he himself by law was forced to participate in.
But every time he held a sword...A mixture of rage and overwhelming shame over toke him. He felt no right to wield a sword. For a samurai's purpose is to protect and honor life. Something he felt he had failed at.
The rage he knew came from his brother forcing him to bend to his will and for the Zaibach taking away everything he loved and cared for. For stripping him of all that he cared for and loved. It just wasn't fair. It wasn't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to have ended.
Slowly he shook his head as he walked over to his dresser. Since he had no choice in whether he was going or not he might as well begin to pack.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Far Of In The Forest Of Freid~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Velvet night filled Freid's Forest. Gently billowing wind raced across the scattered dying leaves. Twin Moons glowed above, holding secrets only they would ever know. Stars scattered the sky in a blanket of unforgiving light, blinding against the stark darkness that festered about.
Sullenly the wind picked up harshly, spinning about in a small, lush green clearing. Golden light flashed once to be replaced with a blinding silver. Leaving behind the small lithe form of a woman of 20. Slowly she rose from the ground. Long honey-brown hair was tied in a braid that reached the small of her back and was as thick as a man's wrist.
She was dressed simply in a pair of thigh-high boots and short, tight shorts of pure white with a long loin cloth that reached her knees falling over them. On the bottom the symbol of the dragon was emblazed with silken blue cloth. Her top was a simple light blue shirt that clung to her curves easily, but was comfortable enough to allow movement, and sleeveless so not to allow any cloth to interfere with quick maneuvers. Tight white leather wristbands encircled her wrists lightly, a small blade hidden underneath both just as a dagger was in each of her boots.
A long green cape with a hood attached lay delicately over her small shoulders, a sheath was strapped over her back with the glinting silver handle sticking coming over her shoulder.
Slowly she turned about, deep emerald eyes rose to the sky with a hidden sadness as she looked about. Slowly she closed her eyes for a moment, her hand going up to her neck where a single piece of jewelry graced her neck. It was a reddish/pink teardrop pendent.
They shot open a second later as she walked eastward, her stride showing she knew where she was going. Where she had to go.
The Wing Goddess had returned.
AN - Well, what did you think? I know, not much D/H yet but there will be I promise you that:)I wanted this to a bit unique and this idea just popped to mind and I couldn't resist. 'Sides, its a bit different from the average D/H, right? I hope you liked it. ^_^ Please review, because the more reviews I get the more motivated I become to write. ^_^_^ No flames about my spelling, please. Thank you.
Also, I've decided to change Hitomi's character a bit. She'll still be good old Hitomi but with a few changes. One: Hitomi will no longer be the weak, squealing, damsel in distress. I'm giving her an attitude and strength.
I had planned to just have Dilandau-sama find Hitomi in the forest, fight ensue, join the Slayers ranks…but then I thought that was a bit typical, correct? Well, my friends, strap in for the long haul because that ain't what's happening. *Smiles* enjoy the fic! ^_~
Dedications:
Black Iris: Thank you very much. ^_^ Yes, there really aren't enough D/H fics out there and they make such a kawaii pair, no? ^_^ I'll be sure to add more chapters as long as I get reviews. ^_~
Jenn: I'm glad your intrigued ^_^ Thanks for the compliment. ^_^
St. Merialiss: Thank you ^_^ I'm glad you liked the first chapter :) I'll do my best on my spelling but no guarantees ^_^ I'll look over it the best I can though! :)
Dilandau's Girl: Thank you for the correction. :) I'm glad you liked the last chapter and I apologize once more for its shortness. Longer chapters in the future I promise. :)
Enzeru No Yami: I'm glad you liked the last chapter too. :) But really, I know she liked Allen-san but I know I'm not the only one that wished she had turned and back-handed the knight for such a comment. I know I would have. ^_~
Himedestiny: Heh, not a fan of Shezar, are you? ^_~ Thanks for the review, I don't despise Allen-san but I do not like his casual playboy attitude. ^_~ Thank you again for the review, it really makes my day to read nice reviews. ^_^
Alissa: Thanks again for the review. :) Glad you liked the part where she told off Allen-san! ^_^ Too bad you're not a fan of D/H, but thank you again for a nice review despite that^_~
DeathzAngel: I'm glad you love D/H as much as me ^_^ Thank you again for the compliment, I try my best^_^
Demon Wolf: I'm glad you liked the chapter, but sorry, there is very little chance Van and Hitomi will get together. This will be a D/H fanfic, ^_~ sorry. But thanks for the review! ^_^
Someone: I will add many chapters, as long as I get reviews ^_^ I'm very glad you liked the last chapter and that you love D/H as much as the rest of us. ^_^
Moonlight34: Glad you liked the last chapter. As you wish I will not tell you the pairing, though I'm sure you've figured it out. But this will not be the typical, boy sees girl, they fall in love stuff. It'll be different. I promise. ^_~
Vanessa St. Cloud: Been a while since I've heard from you ^_^ Glad you like it so far, hope it lives up to your expectations and yes: D/H RULES! ^_~ lol:)
TA: Glad you like it so far! ^_^
Fitz20: Heh, nice to know I'm not alone in the thought. ^_^ I got this idea of responding to reviews from you, and I recommend and D/H lovers to your fic 'Sylphie's Journey'. Fabulous fic by the way. ^_~
Cythia: Ah, Cythia I'm glad you liked the chapter but am saddened by your lack of enthusiasm about the D/H pairing. Well, maybe this'll change your thoughts. Dilandau-sama is completely male. No Celena. No Fate alterations. None. Celena and our beloved pyro Dilandau-sama are two completely SEPARATE people. :)
Now on with the fic. ^_~
The air was fast becoming chilly, as the glorious sun of Gaea had long since seeped below the horizon. Kanzaki Hitomi had long since put as much distance as possible between Allen's fortress and herself. She felt little guilt in insulting the player in front of his men and the high-ranking soldiers from Zaibach. Although she did feel regret that she had left her bag at his fortress. At least then she could have put on her running shorts instead of having to wear her infernal school uniform.
Making a disdainful face she hurried on. Her hand went to the inside pocket of her uniform to caress her pack of tarot cards fondly. Longingly, emerald eyes rose to the star scattered sky and the twin moons hanging mockingly above.
Home.
While she felt a distant ringing in her soul to return to her family and 'friends', she didn't want to leave Gaea. Here she'd found a world where honor still ruled, where men fought with a blade, and not a gun. Where everything and everyone was not so predictable. Danger or no, she'd found a world where she would gladly stay if possible. But the stupid visions of coming danger and bloodshed weren't doing much in the push for her to stay.
Scowling she dropped her arm to her side. The visions hurt like hell, and the blasted arrogant king wasn't doing much in the way of compensation for it. Heck, she hadn't even gotten so much of a thank you out of him. Even when she'd saved him from that fire-breathing dragon. If she hadn't been there she was sure that the dragon would have impaled him and he would have died. She'd seen it. And as she was quickly learning, what she saw would always come to pass. Not a comforting thought at all.
Shaking her head she hurried on, mentally using all the endurance skills she'd learned in track. She snorted lightly. She'd never thought she'd ever really have any use for them. As she hurried on she soon found herself at a large pond. A smile crossing her face for a second, she looked around before stripping down, leaving her clothing in a small pile.
Instantly she jumped into the water. Reveling in the feeling of the cool liquid on her bare skin. Diving downward she swam through the crystal water easily. Feeling a pain in her lungs she swam upward, seeing the Mystic Moon glinting blearily above the water.
As she splashed upward she immediately sunk halfway back down, due to both the lack of privacy in the area and the fact the air felt icy cold. Shivering slightly she dunked her head and did her best to rub away the sweat and grime that had been clinging her since...Fanelia...
Closing her eyes slightly in reminiscence, she quickly swam back to the shoreline. Emerald eyes quickly took in the dark forest about her. Feeling pretty confident no one was near she quickly got out of the water and put on her undergarments and her uniform, ignoring the fact that she was sopping wet and making her clothing moist as well.
"Wing Goddess..."
Hitomi whirled about at the sudden voice. Soft and caring, endlessly wise and knowing.
"W-who's there!?" She called out shakily, her body going rigid as though for a battle.
"I am Varie. I come to you with a choice, Tsubasa no Kami."
Hitomi almost gasped as the woman appeared before her. Long, pure wings stretched from her back. Long glossy black hair hung around her fair face of porcelain white. Hers was a beauty rarely seen, the kind that was easily seen from both the inside and out.
"Why do you call me 'Wing Goddess'?" Hitomi asked, her voice soft with awe of the woman before her, or perhaps she was an angel. Angels had wings…
She laughed softly, her laugh sounding of sweet tinkling bells, "It is what you are, Goddess, though you've yet to know it. But as I said before, I come to you with a choice."
"What choice? "Hitomi asked, emerald eyes narrowing in suspicion and curiosity.
"Wing Goddess, your gift which you've only begun to discover has already shown you that you can control fate, correct?"
Hitomi gasped in surprise, "What are you talking about? I-I see things yes, before they comet o pass but I-I-I don't control them!" Horror built up in her soul. If what the elegant being before her said was true, then Fanelia…those people…their deaths…those screams…the fire…it…it was all her fault!
The woman (or was it angel?) tilted her head, her features becoming sad, "You still don't see. Goddess. Your emotions and thoughts can and do control fate. If you don't believe in one's abilities, they will fail. It is as simple as that. What I have come to offer you, is an escape."
"Are you asking me to give up my abilities?" Hitomi interrupted, anger sparking in her. For a reason she didn't know, she felt a fiery anger erupt within her. Dangers or no, she would not give up her abilities. They were a part of her, no matter what.
She shook her head softly, "No. I'm giving you a chance to come with me, and train. Learn to fight and control your ability."
"H-how long will it take?" Hitomi questioned softly.
She smiled mysteriously, "I ask for only five years. After that, the task of control shall be complete. Though I cannot guarantee complete ultimate control. But I can give you the assurance that you will know all I can teach you and given the choice to return to Gaea or to Earth at your will. At any moment you choose. But if you come with me...you will have to leave behind all you know. Leave behind any life you had on Earth."
"What about Gaea? Van? What about my family?" She asked, horror building within her.
Varie bowed her head, "If you wish I can return you to Earth now...everything will be the same there but you. And as the years pass your gift will spiral out of control, everyone around you will die. Visions of their deaths will be vivid in your mind, you will feel their blood soak your hands and you will take your own life in the end." As she explained her voice remained calm...devoid of emotion.
Hitomi felt herself go limp in horror. "What of Gaea? What if I stay here and take not your choice?" She whispered her question hoarsely, tears building.
"Then you will be hunted down. By both sides as they quickly learn of your gift. Of what you are. They will hunt you and try to use you for their own ends. Innocents will die; betrayal will be hot on both sides. In the end, each side will fight to the death; whichever side holding you coming out the winner of the blood bath. But the loser as well as most of Gaea will be destroyed, the blood of millions drenching Gaea. In the end you will return to Earth, if your are not killed in the bloodshed while they hunt for you. And the first tale of your life on Earth which I told you will take place."
Tears trailed down Hitomi's face as she dropped to her knees. "Will they remember me? Those of Gaea…My friends on Earth?"
"On Gaea…they never will forget you. All will still know the tale of the mysterious girl of the Mystic Moon; the fabled Wing Goddess come to life. On Earth...slowly, painfully, you will be eventually forgotten. As most are."
"…I…I will go with you." Hitomi whispered brokenly as she forced herself to stand. Knowing she really had no other choice. At least going with Varie assured her that her family and friends would not die. And that the war on Gaea may yet be resolved with out bloodshed.
Varie touched Hitomi's face lightly," Are you certain? I know your choices are limited and cruel…but are you certain you shall come with me? I need to be sure."
Emerald eyes meet the jeweled ones of Varie, "I will go with you." Hitomi repeated firmly.
Slowly Varie wrapped her arms around the young girl. Hitomi hugged her close, pulling into the warmth of the beautiful woman. And to the eyes of only the animals of the forest and the stars above the two faded away into darkness….
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~5 Years Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Boring.
Was the only way General Dilandau Albatou could describe Gaea. The Zaibach Empire, and himself had taken out the 'Dragon' known as Van Fanel and the other rebels easily, of course. But then again, he thought smugly, the Dragon and Shezar were never a match for him or his Slayers.
Grinning slightly he made his way through the large fortress that Folken-sama had given him not long after the 'Destiny Wars' as the conflict was called.
It was shaped like a large castle but with few, if any, guards. Dilandau knew that should any try an attempt on his life he could stop them. He was the best soldier in Zaibach. He wasn't the General of the Dragon Slayers for nothing. As those who had fought with him learned that quickly. Besides, his own Slayers and new recruits were trained here as well. He felt confident in his own skills and theirs to defeat any who dared enter without permission.
But after the war was won, Dornkirk-sama ended up dying just as his 'vision' was coming true. After his death Folken took control, and constructed Gaea under the Zaibach Empire's ruler ship; hence, his own. For a reason many did not understand, Folken never killed Van Fanel. He allowed him to rebuild Fanelia and let it prosper; but no military activity was ever to be in Fanelia and no resistance to the empire or else Fanelia would suffer a blow far worse then that which happened in the Destiny Wars.
Dilandau smirked cruelly. He had a feeling that was the only reason why the arrogant King did not fight them any more, for the sake of his people. He snorted. Foolish endearment. People die, be it sooner or later it didn't matter.
The only thing in this world he lived for was battle. And at the moment he didn't have any battle to fight in. No opponent's blood rained on his hands. No battle cries rung hard in his ears. No roaring flames warmed his blood.
By the gods he was bored.
For a reason the young General didn't understand, he saw the image of a young girl with short boyish hair and amazing emerald eyes rise in his memory. He laughed lightly. He had searched for that girl throughout the years, here and there. Never finding her. It was as though she had disappeared of the face of the planet. Strange.
Some claimed she was the one who could see the future and shape fate to her will. That she was the fabled 'Wing Goddess'. He chuckled lightly. It's funny how people will grasp at any tale to raise their feeble hopes. Not that it would ever help them. Zaibach would rule over Gaea forever, nothing would ever change that. Especially not some measly little girl.
Still, he reasoned, he would have liked to have claimed her as his own for a little while. She was the only girl to ever refuse the advances of Allen Shezar, at least publicly, in front of his men and the representatives of the Zaibach Empire. She had been very beautiful too. Nice long legs, bright emerald eyes, full luscious lips, high-cheekbones, and from what he'd seen under her odd garment she'd had the beginnings of a chest and curves that would make a man cry. A worthy prize was she. Too bad she'd never been found.
Sighing, he walked out of his large fortress dressed simply in a pair of leather pants, tunic, a black cape, and his sword, of course, strapped to his hip. Perhaps he'd make a few trips to Folken-sama to see how the old man was doing. He hadn't seen him in over 2 years, not after he'd married Shezar's sister...Celena wasn't it?
Laughing softly he recalled the rage that had been on the knight's face when that had been announced. Absolute fury had marred his features and Dilandau didn't doubt that if he hadn't been in the position of having a thousand or more people die if he acted against the Empire that he would have tried to strike down the pale haired Strategos where he stood.
Dilandau snorted lightly. Caring for others made a man weak. But it was a fault he found often in his enemies. A fault that he had used to win many battles. A fault that he welcomed in his enemies, but sneered at them for allowing themselves open for such an attack. He would never be so weak. Never.
The sun felt warm on his pale face as he made his way to the stables. Patiently, he un-hooked his midnight black stallion from the inside. Folken had sent an invitation inviting him and his Slayers to a large ball/dinner that would hold mostly all of the major representatives in Zaibach. It was to be hosted in Freid, which was no more then a day's riding from his home. Leading the magnificent beast outside he mounted it easily.
He did not have to leave message for his Slayers. Undoubtedly they'd know where he'd gone and would most likely follow soon after. It didn't matter anyhow. His Slayers were not his keepers.
As he rode off into the sunlight and the dust beaten trail erupted from behind him, the young warrior could not shake the creeping feeling that was telling him that something was coming. Something big. Something horrible. More powerful then anything he had ever faced.
A malicious smile crossed his full lips abruptly.
Just what he wanted.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~In Fanelia~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cold hot fury raged in his soul as Van Slanzar Fanel made his way through the crowds of Fanelia to his castle. As he made it into the castle he barely stopped himself from going into a childish tantrum as he made it to his room. Shutting it firmly he locked it, a fearsome expression of anger marring his handsome features.
His brother had asked, no demanded, that he come to a royal dinner that was being hosted in Freid. He was having several representatives from various countries attend. Oh how he longed to refuse, to shove even such a small thing in his brothers face in defiance. But no, that would violate the treaty. And as such put his people in danger.
His people.
Were they even that any more? In the years after the Destiny Wars he had become like a puppet. Jumping firmly at his master's command.
The thought did not sit well with the dark haired man at all.
Growling in unsuppressed rage he paced his room. He had to go. He had no real choice in the matter. By the gods it wasn't fair. This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out. He should have destroyed Zaibach and he should have rebuilt Fanelia under his own control, not as a puppet for the damned Zaibach Empire!
Snarling he stared out the window at the clear blue sky. Thinking it should be cloudy and dark to fit his mood. His hands clinched into fists instantly as the sight of the barely visible Mystic Moon slipped into view.
She had abandoned him.
True he had not believed in her ability to see the future at first, hadn't believed that she could have visions to foretell on-coming danger or call upon pillars of light to transport them half across Gaea. But now, looking back, he knew that it had been her. If only they'd gone after her after she'd fled Allen's fortress, if only they'd tried harder to find her, maybe...maybe things would have turned out differently.
He felt an old hatred toward her for running away. For abandoning him just as he'd begun to feel a bit...protective and slightly possessive of her. But perhaps if that infernal knight Allen Shezar, the womanizer, hadn't made the false proclamation that she was his lover then she wouldn't have run. Then maybe things would have been different.
But that didn't really matter now.
Time had passed, staying for none. And the fate that had been planned by Dornkirk and his own, he snarled in deeper hate and anger, his brother Folken had taken place. Nothing could change that. He only worried himself further by trying to think of it.
There was a slight, and only, perk to the fact he was going to this stupid dinner. The Escaflowne was stored in Freid. Mainly because Freid had sighed a treaty during the war asking that no fighting or scheming would take place on their soil.
Other then the battles in the Arena that is. And that was a very secluded match. Contestants traveled to the event that took place only once a year to see the ferocious battle that he himself by law was forced to participate in.
But every time he held a sword...A mixture of rage and overwhelming shame over toke him. He felt no right to wield a sword. For a samurai's purpose is to protect and honor life. Something he felt he had failed at.
The rage he knew came from his brother forcing him to bend to his will and for the Zaibach taking away everything he loved and cared for. For stripping him of all that he cared for and loved. It just wasn't fair. It wasn't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to have ended.
Slowly he shook his head as he walked over to his dresser. Since he had no choice in whether he was going or not he might as well begin to pack.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Far Of In The Forest Of Freid~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Velvet night filled Freid's Forest. Gently billowing wind raced across the scattered dying leaves. Twin Moons glowed above, holding secrets only they would ever know. Stars scattered the sky in a blanket of unforgiving light, blinding against the stark darkness that festered about.
Sullenly the wind picked up harshly, spinning about in a small, lush green clearing. Golden light flashed once to be replaced with a blinding silver. Leaving behind the small lithe form of a woman of 20. Slowly she rose from the ground. Long honey-brown hair was tied in a braid that reached the small of her back and was as thick as a man's wrist.
She was dressed simply in a pair of thigh-high boots and short, tight shorts of pure white with a long loin cloth that reached her knees falling over them. On the bottom the symbol of the dragon was emblazed with silken blue cloth. Her top was a simple light blue shirt that clung to her curves easily, but was comfortable enough to allow movement, and sleeveless so not to allow any cloth to interfere with quick maneuvers. Tight white leather wristbands encircled her wrists lightly, a small blade hidden underneath both just as a dagger was in each of her boots.
A long green cape with a hood attached lay delicately over her small shoulders, a sheath was strapped over her back with the glinting silver handle sticking coming over her shoulder.
Slowly she turned about, deep emerald eyes rose to the sky with a hidden sadness as she looked about. Slowly she closed her eyes for a moment, her hand going up to her neck where a single piece of jewelry graced her neck. It was a reddish/pink teardrop pendent.
They shot open a second later as she walked eastward, her stride showing she knew where she was going. Where she had to go.
The Wing Goddess had returned.
AN - Well, what did you think? I know, not much D/H yet but there will be I promise you that:)I wanted this to a bit unique and this idea just popped to mind and I couldn't resist. 'Sides, its a bit different from the average D/H, right? I hope you liked it. ^_^ Please review, because the more reviews I get the more motivated I become to write. ^_^_^ No flames about my spelling, please. Thank you.
