Deceptions
Deep in the heart of a magnificent kingdom of Saiyrun, there is giant palace for the royal family. Towers that spireled to peirce the air. Blocks of stone and marble. A great drawbridge, and archway to the courtyard and life of the palace. It was both intimidating, and beautiful. The kingdom of Saiyrun prided themselves in the beauty they have in their kingdom. As well as the strength of fighting, and pacific morals. And each and every one of the subjects loved the royal family dearly. Over the years, Amelia de Saiyrun had been away from home quiet a number of times. Spreading the fame of Saiyrun with her travels. And so, upon her final return, everyone joyfully prepared to host a grant banquet, in her honor. Of course, she is very modest, and would not dream of taking all the travel credit to herself. And so, she invited her best friends to join her, after all, she was only a fragment of the group of people who had saved the world so many times.
So, in the heart of the palace, there was a gigantic line of tables, each laden with every type of food one can imagine. The greatest feast of all time, and enough to fill every royal stomach, and a plenty of left overs for those left in the streets. Each royal guest sat politely, daintily eating their food, while trying hard not to stare at their misfit guests.
This is where we find the infumous Lina Inverse. Apparently the prince was over his grudge of her. In her hand was a blade of silver, slicing through the tender meat and flesh of what was once a living animal. Juices and sauce seeped from the wound, as if it were blood. And with a fork, she picked up the piece of steak, and promplty swallowed it, quicly diving to spear some more food and fill her empty stomach. Her fine thread of hair burned in the chandelear light, dancing with flames. She herself was like fire, consuming food as if they were loggs burning into ash and embers.
Next to her, eating at an even faster pace, sat her self dubbed gaurdian and protecter. Gourry (can anybody tell me his last name, I think its Gabri- something, but im not sure). Swollowing food like a vaccume, those around him were doubting if there really was going to be any food left for the other guests.
On the other side of our heroin, Lina, sat the ever stotic Zelgadiss. With his gleaming stones that shone like jems in the light, he was probably the main attraction at this dinner. Nobody that lived in this kingdom had ever seen anybody like him. Of course, he was oblvious to all this attention, and if he did know of it, he did not show it. His head tilted down, so his shiny wirery hair covered his eyes, and he occasionaly sipped as his wine.
Naga the white serpent was there as well, for once she was dressing in modest clothing. A beautiful gown, fit for a princess. She sat at the head of the table, with her father, the prince, and her little sister, Amelia. Imprinted on her face was a scowl, and she dove into her food with aggression, stabbing and slicing, as if she were dismembering a human body. For you see, once Amelia had met her, she instantly knew who this big busted woman was, and had forced her to come home to her kingdom. Naga, the eldest princess of Saiyrun was home, and not very happy about it. Now, most people would think that she'd be happy to be a princess, but this is not true. A delicate princess life was not one for Naga, she wanted to be out in the world, causeing havok, and her form of justice.
It was at this fine and jolly dinner that it happened. Lina, who at the time had been drinking some wine, suddenly spit out the liquid and gasped. Her lips parted in a whimper, a wounded animal fearful of death and pain. Fingers laced together over her heart, pressing as if to stop a bleeding wound. Crumbling, like fallen tree, she slipped from her seat and onto the cold marble floor. The amulets on her wrists were glowing brightly. Blurry figures was all she could see, her vision was hazy and white. The only clear thing she could see was a bright white light. Her first painful thought was, she was dying, and there was the door way to heavan. But, she was wrong. In her delerium, she truly believed she was going to heavan, in reality, that white had been the burning candles on the crystal chandelere. Soon all she knew was darkness and dreams.
Then, there was panic. Guests surged to their feet, voices murmered among themselves. No one would think properly, well with the exception of Zelgaddiss. Whispers and fearful thoughts spread like wildfire, especially when a certain mazaku appeared out of thin air. That was when the pandamodian began, screams, terror. The diners ran in fright, the only ones left there was Zel and the fallen Lina. Gourry had been pulled along with the crowd, and the 2 princesses of course were dragged by their guards against their will.
Xellos, with a smile on his face, simple floated down to Lina, and Zel. With a hand on each shoulder, on on Zel, the other, Lina; he spoke. "There might be a cure.." With that he fazed out, bringing the 2 traveling compainions with him.
~TBC~
yes I know. another short chapter, sorry. It's been a long while since I last updated, and since then, I forgot the idea I had for the second chapter. So I had to improvise. Sorry for the bad grammer and spelling, this comp doesn't have spell check. .
Pairings- I have no clue how the pairings are going to turn out, just whatever inspiration strikes me. The only thing I do know, is that it either going to be a Zel/ Lina fic or a Xell/Lina fic. ._.; sorry to all you gourry fans.
This is my vary first Slayers (non-crossed over) fic, and I hope you enjoy it. Please review, even flames are welcome.
Deep in the heart of a magnificent kingdom of Saiyrun, there is giant palace for the royal family. Towers that spireled to peirce the air. Blocks of stone and marble. A great drawbridge, and archway to the courtyard and life of the palace. It was both intimidating, and beautiful. The kingdom of Saiyrun prided themselves in the beauty they have in their kingdom. As well as the strength of fighting, and pacific morals. And each and every one of the subjects loved the royal family dearly. Over the years, Amelia de Saiyrun had been away from home quiet a number of times. Spreading the fame of Saiyrun with her travels. And so, upon her final return, everyone joyfully prepared to host a grant banquet, in her honor. Of course, she is very modest, and would not dream of taking all the travel credit to herself. And so, she invited her best friends to join her, after all, she was only a fragment of the group of people who had saved the world so many times.
So, in the heart of the palace, there was a gigantic line of tables, each laden with every type of food one can imagine. The greatest feast of all time, and enough to fill every royal stomach, and a plenty of left overs for those left in the streets. Each royal guest sat politely, daintily eating their food, while trying hard not to stare at their misfit guests.
This is where we find the infumous Lina Inverse. Apparently the prince was over his grudge of her. In her hand was a blade of silver, slicing through the tender meat and flesh of what was once a living animal. Juices and sauce seeped from the wound, as if it were blood. And with a fork, she picked up the piece of steak, and promplty swallowed it, quicly diving to spear some more food and fill her empty stomach. Her fine thread of hair burned in the chandelear light, dancing with flames. She herself was like fire, consuming food as if they were loggs burning into ash and embers.
Next to her, eating at an even faster pace, sat her self dubbed gaurdian and protecter. Gourry (can anybody tell me his last name, I think its Gabri- something, but im not sure). Swollowing food like a vaccume, those around him were doubting if there really was going to be any food left for the other guests.
On the other side of our heroin, Lina, sat the ever stotic Zelgadiss. With his gleaming stones that shone like jems in the light, he was probably the main attraction at this dinner. Nobody that lived in this kingdom had ever seen anybody like him. Of course, he was oblvious to all this attention, and if he did know of it, he did not show it. His head tilted down, so his shiny wirery hair covered his eyes, and he occasionaly sipped as his wine.
Naga the white serpent was there as well, for once she was dressing in modest clothing. A beautiful gown, fit for a princess. She sat at the head of the table, with her father, the prince, and her little sister, Amelia. Imprinted on her face was a scowl, and she dove into her food with aggression, stabbing and slicing, as if she were dismembering a human body. For you see, once Amelia had met her, she instantly knew who this big busted woman was, and had forced her to come home to her kingdom. Naga, the eldest princess of Saiyrun was home, and not very happy about it. Now, most people would think that she'd be happy to be a princess, but this is not true. A delicate princess life was not one for Naga, she wanted to be out in the world, causeing havok, and her form of justice.
It was at this fine and jolly dinner that it happened. Lina, who at the time had been drinking some wine, suddenly spit out the liquid and gasped. Her lips parted in a whimper, a wounded animal fearful of death and pain. Fingers laced together over her heart, pressing as if to stop a bleeding wound. Crumbling, like fallen tree, she slipped from her seat and onto the cold marble floor. The amulets on her wrists were glowing brightly. Blurry figures was all she could see, her vision was hazy and white. The only clear thing she could see was a bright white light. Her first painful thought was, she was dying, and there was the door way to heavan. But, she was wrong. In her delerium, she truly believed she was going to heavan, in reality, that white had been the burning candles on the crystal chandelere. Soon all she knew was darkness and dreams.
Then, there was panic. Guests surged to their feet, voices murmered among themselves. No one would think properly, well with the exception of Zelgaddiss. Whispers and fearful thoughts spread like wildfire, especially when a certain mazaku appeared out of thin air. That was when the pandamodian began, screams, terror. The diners ran in fright, the only ones left there was Zel and the fallen Lina. Gourry had been pulled along with the crowd, and the 2 princesses of course were dragged by their guards against their will.
Xellos, with a smile on his face, simple floated down to Lina, and Zel. With a hand on each shoulder, on on Zel, the other, Lina; he spoke. "There might be a cure.." With that he fazed out, bringing the 2 traveling compainions with him.
~TBC~
yes I know. another short chapter, sorry. It's been a long while since I last updated, and since then, I forgot the idea I had for the second chapter. So I had to improvise. Sorry for the bad grammer and spelling, this comp doesn't have spell check. .
Pairings- I have no clue how the pairings are going to turn out, just whatever inspiration strikes me. The only thing I do know, is that it either going to be a Zel/ Lina fic or a Xell/Lina fic. ._.; sorry to all you gourry fans.
This is my vary first Slayers (non-crossed over) fic, and I hope you enjoy it. Please review, even flames are welcome.
