A/N: I would like to apologize for the extremely long delay for the time it took me to write Chapter 24, and the chapter, Chapter 25! So, in conclusion to this Author's Note, I would like to dedicate this chapter to all those readers who checked on this story to see if I had posted at least once a week. Thank you… On with the chapter…
Disclaimer: Dallet smiles. Well, sort of… Pablo/Cecil has spent the last few weeks making his Dallet costume, and now was the time to use it… He walked through the streets of Japan, dressed as the anime Dragon slayer. People bowed respectfully to one of their heroes… (CrimsonFire, I hope you realize I'm writing this disclaimer this way, so you won't behead me, and burn me to ashes because of the long postponement…) Dallet/Pablo/Cecil approached the gargantuan building, which, deep inside, held the deed to Escaflowne. 'Dallet' smiled again. He strolled up to the glass doors, with Esca-emblems on them, only to find guards. One of them seemed to be chewing on moldy cheese (Huh?), so Pablo/Cecil didn't think that one would be a problem, but Pablo/Cecil cringed in fear as he discovered the identity of the other guard: CrimsonFire. Pablo/Cecil then made an extremely fatal mistake: he decided that his disguise was so good, that he could fool CrimsonFire into believing that he-Pablo/Cecil, was the one and only Dallet. (Sorry, CrimsonFire, I'll never, ever make that mistake again!!!) In conclusion, Pablo/Cecil spent the next 2 months in the hospital recovering from the CrimsonFire-inflicted injuries…
Chapter 25: Dallet's return: CrimsonFire, stopping screaming for joy, I can hear you in Alabama!
The mother said, ungripping the girl's hands around Dallet's throat, so he could breathe.
"AIR!!!" Dallet was so happy to be able to breathe again… "Where are we going?"
The little girl just held him like a baby as they went to the little girl's home…
By this time, the wombat, Dallet, had fully recovered from his near death experience. Dallet was doing everything he could to claw his way out of the girl's arms. The girl promptly stopped this by squeezing him tightly, reminding him of how it felt to be choked. The attacks quickly diminished.
As they, the mother, the daughter, and the poor, cold, hungry Dallet, advanced towards a medium sized hut, the girl dropped the little wombat, and ran towards the house. Dallet looked up in misery from the mud he had been dropped into. The mother shook her head and picked up the muddy wombat.
She took him inside. Her daughter was playing on the floor with some Tonka-like trucks. (Sorry, just had to put that in somewhere…) The mother walked past her and into a bedroom. It was quite plain, but on the back wall, in the center, was a bed, with a little boy asleep inside the sheets. The mother smiled, and placed Dallet by him, then quietly exited.
Though dripping mud, Dallet's mind/soul felt drawn into the boy; a boy with swavy chocolate hair, much like the color of the wombat-Dallet's fur. Dallet's soul/mind left the wombat and merged into the child. The now regular wombat shook himself, then climbed out the window.
The now human Dallet decided to do the same.
Galken was getting impatient. She walked back and forth across the ramp.
Soldiers and mechanics below that ramp, were building a weapon, for it could be nothing else. Flamethrowers decorated its sides, and the main metal of its construction was the same of that of a crima-claw. What ever Galken was building, it would almost be able to total change its entire shape.
FireLord too was getting impatient. Time was slowly passing, and the Fanelian guymelefs were coming ever closer. Though BlackMage had sent a force of his own, all he could spare, to help protect her fortress, chances were that it would only hold as long as the force of guymelefs Fanelia had used against Zaibach when it had attacked them, so long ago…
"YEAH, MOLDY CHEESE!!!" A contented Chesyul said, clutching her reward for warning FireLord of the approaching horde. "CHEESE, MOLDY CHEESE!!!" She sang. "Give me a M, Give me and O, Give me a L, D and Y! MOLDY CHEESE!!!"
A/N: Yes, that last bit was a bit useless, but I just thought that it would be a bit humorous. Well, now that's Dallet is back, maybe I can take another month break? (CrimsonFire: NO!!!) Oh, fine… 2 Weeks? Kidding… Well, I'll try and get another chapter out soon… but it is getting really hard to write new disclaimers! It took we a week to think up the disclaimer for this chapter! Yeah, its a lot harder then you think… K, well, I enjoyed this chapter, and I hope you did as well… JA!!!!
Disclaimer: Dallet smiles. Well, sort of… Pablo/Cecil has spent the last few weeks making his Dallet costume, and now was the time to use it… He walked through the streets of Japan, dressed as the anime Dragon slayer. People bowed respectfully to one of their heroes… (CrimsonFire, I hope you realize I'm writing this disclaimer this way, so you won't behead me, and burn me to ashes because of the long postponement…) Dallet/Pablo/Cecil approached the gargantuan building, which, deep inside, held the deed to Escaflowne. 'Dallet' smiled again. He strolled up to the glass doors, with Esca-emblems on them, only to find guards. One of them seemed to be chewing on moldy cheese (Huh?), so Pablo/Cecil didn't think that one would be a problem, but Pablo/Cecil cringed in fear as he discovered the identity of the other guard: CrimsonFire. Pablo/Cecil then made an extremely fatal mistake: he decided that his disguise was so good, that he could fool CrimsonFire into believing that he-Pablo/Cecil, was the one and only Dallet. (Sorry, CrimsonFire, I'll never, ever make that mistake again!!!) In conclusion, Pablo/Cecil spent the next 2 months in the hospital recovering from the CrimsonFire-inflicted injuries…
Chapter 25: Dallet's return: CrimsonFire, stopping screaming for joy, I can hear you in Alabama!
The mother said, ungripping the girl's hands around Dallet's throat, so he could breathe.
"AIR!!!" Dallet was so happy to be able to breathe again… "Where are we going?"
The little girl just held him like a baby as they went to the little girl's home…
By this time, the wombat, Dallet, had fully recovered from his near death experience. Dallet was doing everything he could to claw his way out of the girl's arms. The girl promptly stopped this by squeezing him tightly, reminding him of how it felt to be choked. The attacks quickly diminished.
As they, the mother, the daughter, and the poor, cold, hungry Dallet, advanced towards a medium sized hut, the girl dropped the little wombat, and ran towards the house. Dallet looked up in misery from the mud he had been dropped into. The mother shook her head and picked up the muddy wombat.
She took him inside. Her daughter was playing on the floor with some Tonka-like trucks. (Sorry, just had to put that in somewhere…) The mother walked past her and into a bedroom. It was quite plain, but on the back wall, in the center, was a bed, with a little boy asleep inside the sheets. The mother smiled, and placed Dallet by him, then quietly exited.
Though dripping mud, Dallet's mind/soul felt drawn into the boy; a boy with swavy chocolate hair, much like the color of the wombat-Dallet's fur. Dallet's soul/mind left the wombat and merged into the child. The now regular wombat shook himself, then climbed out the window.
The now human Dallet decided to do the same.
Galken was getting impatient. She walked back and forth across the ramp.
Soldiers and mechanics below that ramp, were building a weapon, for it could be nothing else. Flamethrowers decorated its sides, and the main metal of its construction was the same of that of a crima-claw. What ever Galken was building, it would almost be able to total change its entire shape.
FireLord too was getting impatient. Time was slowly passing, and the Fanelian guymelefs were coming ever closer. Though BlackMage had sent a force of his own, all he could spare, to help protect her fortress, chances were that it would only hold as long as the force of guymelefs Fanelia had used against Zaibach when it had attacked them, so long ago…
"YEAH, MOLDY CHEESE!!!" A contented Chesyul said, clutching her reward for warning FireLord of the approaching horde. "CHEESE, MOLDY CHEESE!!!" She sang. "Give me a M, Give me and O, Give me a L, D and Y! MOLDY CHEESE!!!"
A/N: Yes, that last bit was a bit useless, but I just thought that it would be a bit humorous. Well, now that's Dallet is back, maybe I can take another month break? (CrimsonFire: NO!!!) Oh, fine… 2 Weeks? Kidding… Well, I'll try and get another chapter out soon… but it is getting really hard to write new disclaimers! It took we a week to think up the disclaimer for this chapter! Yeah, its a lot harder then you think… K, well, I enjoyed this chapter, and I hope you did as well… JA!!!!
