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The Black Slayer
Visions of Pain and Sorrow
Jessica
dilly_freak7_7@hotmail.com
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The sword glittered as I sliced the air with it. I pulled out the sheath, which was wrapped separately, and studied it. It was a normal sheath, just studded with diamonds. I returned the sword to it and hooked it onto my sword belt, removing the other one. It was lighter than my sword, but it felt right, like it had always been there.
Let's get back' I told Van. We stretched our wings and flew up into the night. We sailed over the dark forest, back to the moonlit clearing. The camp was in chaos. Screams of pain, anger and surprise drifted to my ears. I heard Allen's clear voice yell, Come on! Fight!'. I gasped and ran through the trees to the camp.
Stay here Van! You're too hurt to fight!' I yelled over my shoulder when he started to follow me. The scene I saw almost stopped me in shock. Half of the camp's tents were on fire, and the other half were being ripped up in combat. I recognized the uniform of a Slayer on the ground, and several other soldiers in Zibach's colors: red and silver. I saw a flash of metal and jumped out of the way as one of them attacked me, not knowing who I was. I pulled out my sword and kept running, towards a blue and silver melef battling a blood red one. Allen and Dilandau.

My wings hadn't yet disappeared, so I flew up and floated between the two melefs. Dilandau's sword stopped instantly, but Allen wasn't fast enough. I dodged easily.
Stop' I said in a clear, calm voice. I knew why Dilandau and the Slayers were here, they were looking for me. And to attack Van. Allen, they want me back, so let me go. No more harm will come of your camp if you do. Dilandau, take your Slayers and leave, I'll go with the last of them, but I am not leaving until the last Zibach soldier has left' I put as much strength in my voice as I could. Dilandau hesitated a moment, but then called off the Slayers.
Gatti, stay here with Jessica until she leaves. Call off the rest of the soldiers' With that, he changed the melef into fly form and flew off into the night. Allen called off his soldiers, and I flew over to Gatti's melef.
I'll get back on my own' I said as he opened the cockpit. I'll fly with you, outside the melef' When the last of the soldiers had left, I flew away from the camp, and I heard Gatti flying behind me. We flew through the night, and I got to the vione first because I was faster than Gatti's melef. Dilandau was waiting there for me. When Gatti landed, he dismissed him.
I kept my wings out, hoping for fun. I had been too serious today. Lucky me, Dilandau looked like he was in a good mood too. (yay)

I landed in front of Dilandau and waited for him to say something. He looked thoughtful with a little smile on his face for a few minutes before saying anything.

I think we need to talk' he said.
Oki' i replied. He started walking to the entrance.
Well, for one, I don't know why Van and his forces captured you. Two, I don't know why you have a different and seemingly better sword, and three, I don't know why you stopped our attack. I expect answers' Good thing I feel talkative, I thought.
One, I have a direct descendant who was a great Draconian warrior, thus the wings, the sword and the capture. Two, you didn't have to attack them to get me back, I would have come back' Then I noticed that the glow of my sword was gone. This whole time, I had forgotten bout my leg, now it throbbed and I felt dizzy and weak. I wavered and I would have fallen if Dilandau hadn't caught me.
Wha..?' he asked. I gestured to my leg. You let those bastards get to you' I couldn't even nod my head yes. My wings were loosing their feathers as I felt Dilandau pick me up, one hand under my back, one, carefully, under my legs. He carried me to his room, which was closer, and laid me down on his bed. By then, every think was blurred, and I was almost out. The pain was near unbearable and getting worse. It didn't help that I had been goin for quite a while without sleep. Dilandau's face swam into view looking very worried.
Are you okay?' he asked nervously.
Sure, I'll be fine...........don't worry about me' I said just before I fell asleep.

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I woke up a little while later and I was still in Dilandau's room. I was wondering what time it was when I noticed that he was lying in the bed next to me, but on top of the sheets, fast asleep. I didn't move around much so I wouldn't wake him and fell back asleep.

When I woke up the second time, I was still in Dilandau's room, but he was awake this time, and sitting at the foot of the bed. His eyes were fixed on my face and I felt oddly safe with him there. Shouldn't I be scared? I thought. I sat up and looked at my leg. Only some of it was bandaged, not nearly as much as before, and the pain was only a dull, somewhat annoying throb. I laid back and looked back at Dilandau. His armor was on one of the chairs and he was wearing a red tank top with black pants.
Feeling better?' he asked.
Much' I answered. So, did'ya miss me?' I asked with a mischievous grin on my face.
No, but you were a commanding officer of Zaibach so we had to get you back'
You don't lie very well' I said. I smiled at his startled look. I sat up again and noticed that I was in two day old clothes. Ick' I said. Can I go to my room to change? I really don't like wearing seriously filthy clothes' He nodded and I got up, slowly, to test my leg. It only hurt the tiniest bit more so I walked out. I got to my room and laid out a set of clothes to wear. A black halter top with flames on the front and my favorite pair of jeans, which also had flames on them, but only on the bottom. I decided to freak out Dilandau a bit, so I found my red contacts and the cleaning liquid. I got my shower stuff and went in. I dressed in the shower and toweled my hair as I stepped out. I put in my contacts and blinked furiously to get them in place. I felt like squeezing myself i felt so good! I knew I looked hot, and even moreso because of the contacts. I also had green and yellow, because those are the rarest and coolest colors other than red.

When I stepped out of my bathroom I noticed a shadow on the other side of the door talking to another shadow. To me it sounded like Folken was giving orders to one of his sorcerors.
When we call this time, we must pick up the correct person! Last time it only resulted in returning that girl to the Dragon. If we don't do this correctly, we will be destroyed. We cannot let the Black Dragon know of our plan. If she knows, she may be able to destroy our entire empire!' With that, and I think they finally figured out they were standing in front of my room, they left, chatting about some sort of serum they had. I shrugged my shoulders and continued getting ready for something. I strapped Iansha to my waist and felt the quiver of the magnificent sword as she reacted to my touch. I knew now how Jesia had felt with all that power. With the last of my preparations, I took off to lunch and had a peaceful rest of the day.
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That night, I dreamt. I rarely dream, and when I do, it's usually something important. That night, on a not so distant planet invisible behind the moon, I dreamt of my past, and future.
(a/n; dream sequence)
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I felt like a ghost. I was standing in a medium sized room watching a six year old me play with my father. My mother was in a rocking chair, reading a book and occaisionally glancing up to me and my father. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal several strangely dressed soldiers. Music began to play in the background and I couldn't hear anything else.
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*I will remember you*
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The soldiers glanced around the room and approached my father. My dad passed me over to my mother who was looking confused. Daddy stood and seemed to be talking to the men.
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*Will you remember me?*
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My mother paled at their words and began crying and and pleading with the soldiers over something. Six year old me picked up on mommy's emotions and started looking around with sadness and confusion.
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*Don't let your life pass you by*
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Abruptly, The soldiers grabbed my father and he started protesting. Ghost me tried to reach out and stop the harsh men, but I was a bystander, there simply to observe. My mother was near screaming now, tears streamed down her cheeks, begging the men to leave daddy alone.
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*Weep not for the memories.*
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The men were gone now. The men were gone, and they had taken my daddy.
Mommy?' Six year old me looked upset. Where did they take Daddy?'
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*I will remember you*
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The song turned into words, in the voice of my father, comforting six year old me crying in my mother's arms, comforting my mother, wracked with sobs and clinging to her daughter, comforting my ghost, letting me know that he will always be with me.
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*Will you remember me?*
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The scene changed to the day I had met Mark. Once again, I was a ghost. Real me was at a counciling center to talk to some one about the constant anger that had driven many people away from me. I watched as fourteen year old me sat down in the waiting room and put my head in my hands. I glanced up at the sound of a voice.
Is this seat taken?' Mark asked.
No. I doubt it will be either'
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*Don't let your life pass you by*
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The scene changed again. It was a wedding now. I turned just as the bride started walking down the aisle. It was me, eight years from now, being escorted by my father. I was beautiful in a white gown with matching satin gloves and veil. Twenty four year old me reached the altar and took Mark's hand.
Mark Inzaka, I give you my daughter' Mark took my hand. My father smiled at me and disappeared. I started to cry.
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*Weep not for the memories*
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It was then that I realized that I had been awake the whole time. I was crying and a huge hole opened in my heart. My father, taken from me! I never had remembered what had happened to him. My mother had always told me that he had gone to a better place. I remember Mark now. I had been so busy with trying to stay alive that I had forgotten almost everyone back home. Mark had been so nice, the perfect guy for me. And now I might never see him again? No! I had to! I had to see everyone again! I had to find my father. Something inside me refused to believe he was dead. Even though it had been ten years, I would never accept the fact that he even might be dead until I saw solid evidence. And that wedding? Will it happen? I haven't seen Mark in so long. I hope he remembers me.
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*Will you remember me?*
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This time it was my voice. I sounded tentative and quiet, unsure of myself. Another short vision struck me.

Mark was sitting at a desk looking over some homework he had just finished. He listened to the shouts on the other side of the door and winced at the sound of breaking glass. He got up and climbed out his window and onto the roof, much more alone and happy. He pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a picture. It was me.
Why did you have to leave? I'm so alone' he whispered. He shivered with cold and huddled in on himself.
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*Will you remember me?*
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Mark glanced up and looked directly at my ghost like self.
Come back' he whispered. Come back to me' he asked. A single tear rolled down his cheek.


no comment(the song does NOT belong to me!!!)