A/N: HAHAHAHAHA!!! Today has to be one of the best days ever! Not only to I have the deed now, at least up until the upcoming disclaimer, BUT I also had the most awesome idea when reading the reviews of Chichirui and Chez! The idea struck me like a bolt of lightning! *Well, almost, it sorta missed me by a few inches, but it started a really cool fire ^-^* Therefore, I will dedicate this chapter to those two: Chez and Chichirui!
Disclaimer: Pablo/Cecil sits in a dark corner staring out with bloodshot eyes, clutching the deed to Escaflowne. "Mine, mine, mine!" he repeats over and over, with the occasional "hehehe" every once and a while. Suddenly the door slams open, and a shadow stands at the entrance. "Whose there?" Pablo asks. Lightning strikes close by, and the light shows Death! (Duhh, duh, duhhhhhhh.) "I've come for you!" It groans through blackened lips. "For your constant fear of losing the deed has prevented you from eating, and now you have starved! Prepare to be brought to judgment!" "NOOOOO!!! I JUST GOT THE DEED!!!!" Pablo yells, in slow motion. "Deed? What deed?" Death asks. "The deed to Escaflowne! And its MINE!!!" Death hovers closer. "Give it over, and I'll spare you, for now..." Pablo whimpers, looking from the deed to himself. Which one? Before he can decide Death swipes the deed, and runs to the door! There Death removes it hood, and shows itself to be an Escaflowne employee. "Ha, now we have recovered our deed!" Pablo, weakened as he is by multiple heart-attacks (hey, who wouldn't be scared of death?) and close to starvation is unable to stop this 'thief'. He slowly crawls over to his laptop and proceeds to write his chapter.
Chapter 28: Dowsing.
"Now, Lord Marlon, what should we do with these troops, who are disobeying your mighty reign, by attacking its peaceful neighbors?"
Marlon spoke with out a pause. "Kill them."
"Excellent..." BlackMage said. "Excellent."
Marlon grinned and clutched something in his hand as he was helped out of his guymelef.
"What's that?" BlackMage asked.
"Oh, this. This is what brought mommy and me to this place." Marlon said, revealing a red-pink pendant.
"Really?" BlackMage said with a gleam in his eye. "Do your mother tell you what it does?"
"Yeah! She once said that when she was on this other place, it was sorta like here, she was able to tell the future for this king guy, who she said was my dad... she started crying then." Marlon finished.
"Can you use it?" BlackMage questioned, eagerly.
"I think so." He replied.
"You, there. Send Chesyul to command the fleet, and bring it to the bay at Zail's northern border! And you! Prepare 50 legions for combat, and half our guymelefs as well. Fanelia is about to fall... again. And Lord Marlon is going to tell us how to beat them!" BlackMage grinned an evil smile. Kidnapping that little Draconian brat had more uses then he thought.
"BlackMage?"
"Yes, Lord Marlon?"
"Why not send some guymelefs back to Earth, too? I think I could make a light thing to take them there..."
"Lord Marlon, it shall be so." BlackMage turned to a passing sergeant. "Prepare a further 40 guymelefs! And 20 legions! It is time to take the Mystic Moon!"
BlackMage could barely contain his glee. Fanelia would easily fall with its troops in Zail. And by sending his fleet to back up FireLord, Zail would be freed from Fanelian attacks. Once the Mystic Moon was conquered, he and FireLord could each command not just a country, but an entire planet each! And, if he played it right, he wouldn't have to kill the child either. BlackMage could see his plans taking shape...
A/N: This is getting good! I feel this must be one of my more brilliant chapters... Though I feel disappointed in myself for not mentioning so little about FireLord and Galken... I'll fix that a bit in the next chapter... Thanks to everyone for all those reviews! JA!!!
Disclaimer: Pablo/Cecil sits in a dark corner staring out with bloodshot eyes, clutching the deed to Escaflowne. "Mine, mine, mine!" he repeats over and over, with the occasional "hehehe" every once and a while. Suddenly the door slams open, and a shadow stands at the entrance. "Whose there?" Pablo asks. Lightning strikes close by, and the light shows Death! (Duhh, duh, duhhhhhhh.) "I've come for you!" It groans through blackened lips. "For your constant fear of losing the deed has prevented you from eating, and now you have starved! Prepare to be brought to judgment!" "NOOOOO!!! I JUST GOT THE DEED!!!!" Pablo yells, in slow motion. "Deed? What deed?" Death asks. "The deed to Escaflowne! And its MINE!!!" Death hovers closer. "Give it over, and I'll spare you, for now..." Pablo whimpers, looking from the deed to himself. Which one? Before he can decide Death swipes the deed, and runs to the door! There Death removes it hood, and shows itself to be an Escaflowne employee. "Ha, now we have recovered our deed!" Pablo, weakened as he is by multiple heart-attacks (hey, who wouldn't be scared of death?) and close to starvation is unable to stop this 'thief'. He slowly crawls over to his laptop and proceeds to write his chapter.
Chapter 28: Dowsing.
"Now, Lord Marlon, what should we do with these troops, who are disobeying your mighty reign, by attacking its peaceful neighbors?"
Marlon spoke with out a pause. "Kill them."
"Excellent..." BlackMage said. "Excellent."
Marlon grinned and clutched something in his hand as he was helped out of his guymelef.
"What's that?" BlackMage asked.
"Oh, this. This is what brought mommy and me to this place." Marlon said, revealing a red-pink pendant.
"Really?" BlackMage said with a gleam in his eye. "Do your mother tell you what it does?"
"Yeah! She once said that when she was on this other place, it was sorta like here, she was able to tell the future for this king guy, who she said was my dad... she started crying then." Marlon finished.
"Can you use it?" BlackMage questioned, eagerly.
"I think so." He replied.
"You, there. Send Chesyul to command the fleet, and bring it to the bay at Zail's northern border! And you! Prepare 50 legions for combat, and half our guymelefs as well. Fanelia is about to fall... again. And Lord Marlon is going to tell us how to beat them!" BlackMage grinned an evil smile. Kidnapping that little Draconian brat had more uses then he thought.
"BlackMage?"
"Yes, Lord Marlon?"
"Why not send some guymelefs back to Earth, too? I think I could make a light thing to take them there..."
"Lord Marlon, it shall be so." BlackMage turned to a passing sergeant. "Prepare a further 40 guymelefs! And 20 legions! It is time to take the Mystic Moon!"
BlackMage could barely contain his glee. Fanelia would easily fall with its troops in Zail. And by sending his fleet to back up FireLord, Zail would be freed from Fanelian attacks. Once the Mystic Moon was conquered, he and FireLord could each command not just a country, but an entire planet each! And, if he played it right, he wouldn't have to kill the child either. BlackMage could see his plans taking shape...
A/N: This is getting good! I feel this must be one of my more brilliant chapters... Though I feel disappointed in myself for not mentioning so little about FireLord and Galken... I'll fix that a bit in the next chapter... Thanks to everyone for all those reviews! JA!!!
