Escaflowne:
Warriors of the Mystic Moon
CHAPTER 1
" ...And so you see, now is the time to act..."
The shadowy faces of the Council murmur in discussion, as the tall figure before them stands silently for an answer. Looking around the high structure of the auditorium, the robed man sees the covered faces of the Council Elders; the very men he was trying to persuade to alliance with him. After a long discussion, their voices echoing hauntingly around the auditorium, the Head Elder stands to address the tall, dark-maroon haired young man with his pronouncement.
" You have told us much information about the Mystic Moon, and the current situation on Gaia itself!"
The Elder shakes his head slowly in discussed.
" However, we the Council cannot agree to such alliances between our two countries. What you plan is madness, and the people of Rynntopia will not be apart of it!"
Resting his hand on his chair for support, the Head Elder takes one more saddened look at the young man and speaks his ending words.
" For your sake, King Tristen, I beg of you not to continue with this campaign. For your..."
" FOR MY SAKE?!"
The Council lapses into frenzied whispers. No one had ever interrupted the Head Elder before; it was unheard of, even from a King.
Composing himself, King Tristen pulls his cloak over his shoulder and speaks once again, silencing the dominating room with his cool voice.
" I see that yet another Kingdom lacks the divine vision that I possess. It is a pity, for when the time comes," The young King smiles, his unusually ice-blue eyes glinting, " You and all of Rynntopia will regret denying me and the Tria Kingdom."
Just as Tristen, with his many guards, are about to leave the Council to ponder over his words, a young Council member stands up from his seat near the bottom of the auditorium defiantly.
" How DARE you threaten us like this! Can you not see you are merely repeating history and the mistakes of the Zyboch Empire?!"
The King spins round with rage.
" NO! How dare YOU for comparing me with such EVIL!!"
" BUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS NOTHING BUT EVIL!!"
The whole room silences. Everyone could see the anger building up in the young King's eyes, and all dread what action he might dare take next.
Suddenly, Tristen begins to laugh. Confused, the whole Council and the defiant youth watch as the King marches up to the bottom row of seats and rips the hood from the young man who had spoken out of turn.
" A beastman!! Your 'Great' Rynntopian Council is now allowing beasts into your nobility? Now I understand your foolery!!"
The Head Elder stands up straight once again.
" There is no discrepancy in Rynntopia, and for that, King Tristen, I ask you to leave immediately!"
Shaking his head slowly, the King turns and heads coolly towards the auditorium exit, ordering his men to follow. Soon, the worried voices of the Council erupt throughout the room. Silencing them with a swift wave of his decrepit hand, the Head Elder turns to look at the young uncloaked beastman below him.
" Luanda, do you even think before you speak?"
A look of forgiveness imprints itself on the beastman's face. Luanda bows in desperation for his Elder's forgiveness.
" Please Head Elder, I meant no harm, he will only bring another great war onto Gaia!"
Sighing sadly, the Head Elder sits down in his chair. " We, the Council are here to protect our Kingdom from war. We do this by keeping peace with all the kingdoms and countries of Gaia. Do you not realise that you may have endangered the very country you took oath to protect, Luanda? Can you not see what your childish outburst may result in?"
Luanda's yellow eyes widen in fear with realisation.
" Please forgive me Council!"
" Luanda, my child. You were going to be the first of a long line of non-human Council members. You were going to be the one who would show my doubting peers that the gift of Council hood could be given to all species... and just now you have let me down..."
Luanda falls to his knees. " Please..."
" I am sorry Luanda, but your primal beast rage proves to be your undoing... and my great, great disappointment..."
Slowly Luanda rises to his feet and lowers his head in shame. He had dreamt that he would one day rise to Elder status, that he too could maintain peace in all kingdoms. However, his quick temper had betrayed him, and now he may have endangered the very Kingdom he loved...
" It saddens me to say this Luanda... but the Council now and forever dismisses you. Please remove your robe and leave, and never again shall you speak of this day."
Luanda absorbs the Elder's orders and painfully removes his hooded robe. Folding it gently, the beastman places the folded garment onto his chair and walks towards the towering doors that exit the room that now shuns him.
Alone. The young beastman thinks to himself. I alone have burdened Rynntopia with the threat of war...
Warriors of the Mystic Moon
CHAPTER 1
" ...And so you see, now is the time to act..."
The shadowy faces of the Council murmur in discussion, as the tall figure before them stands silently for an answer. Looking around the high structure of the auditorium, the robed man sees the covered faces of the Council Elders; the very men he was trying to persuade to alliance with him. After a long discussion, their voices echoing hauntingly around the auditorium, the Head Elder stands to address the tall, dark-maroon haired young man with his pronouncement.
" You have told us much information about the Mystic Moon, and the current situation on Gaia itself!"
The Elder shakes his head slowly in discussed.
" However, we the Council cannot agree to such alliances between our two countries. What you plan is madness, and the people of Rynntopia will not be apart of it!"
Resting his hand on his chair for support, the Head Elder takes one more saddened look at the young man and speaks his ending words.
" For your sake, King Tristen, I beg of you not to continue with this campaign. For your..."
" FOR MY SAKE?!"
The Council lapses into frenzied whispers. No one had ever interrupted the Head Elder before; it was unheard of, even from a King.
Composing himself, King Tristen pulls his cloak over his shoulder and speaks once again, silencing the dominating room with his cool voice.
" I see that yet another Kingdom lacks the divine vision that I possess. It is a pity, for when the time comes," The young King smiles, his unusually ice-blue eyes glinting, " You and all of Rynntopia will regret denying me and the Tria Kingdom."
Just as Tristen, with his many guards, are about to leave the Council to ponder over his words, a young Council member stands up from his seat near the bottom of the auditorium defiantly.
" How DARE you threaten us like this! Can you not see you are merely repeating history and the mistakes of the Zyboch Empire?!"
The King spins round with rage.
" NO! How dare YOU for comparing me with such EVIL!!"
" BUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS NOTHING BUT EVIL!!"
The whole room silences. Everyone could see the anger building up in the young King's eyes, and all dread what action he might dare take next.
Suddenly, Tristen begins to laugh. Confused, the whole Council and the defiant youth watch as the King marches up to the bottom row of seats and rips the hood from the young man who had spoken out of turn.
" A beastman!! Your 'Great' Rynntopian Council is now allowing beasts into your nobility? Now I understand your foolery!!"
The Head Elder stands up straight once again.
" There is no discrepancy in Rynntopia, and for that, King Tristen, I ask you to leave immediately!"
Shaking his head slowly, the King turns and heads coolly towards the auditorium exit, ordering his men to follow. Soon, the worried voices of the Council erupt throughout the room. Silencing them with a swift wave of his decrepit hand, the Head Elder turns to look at the young uncloaked beastman below him.
" Luanda, do you even think before you speak?"
A look of forgiveness imprints itself on the beastman's face. Luanda bows in desperation for his Elder's forgiveness.
" Please Head Elder, I meant no harm, he will only bring another great war onto Gaia!"
Sighing sadly, the Head Elder sits down in his chair. " We, the Council are here to protect our Kingdom from war. We do this by keeping peace with all the kingdoms and countries of Gaia. Do you not realise that you may have endangered the very country you took oath to protect, Luanda? Can you not see what your childish outburst may result in?"
Luanda's yellow eyes widen in fear with realisation.
" Please forgive me Council!"
" Luanda, my child. You were going to be the first of a long line of non-human Council members. You were going to be the one who would show my doubting peers that the gift of Council hood could be given to all species... and just now you have let me down..."
Luanda falls to his knees. " Please..."
" I am sorry Luanda, but your primal beast rage proves to be your undoing... and my great, great disappointment..."
Slowly Luanda rises to his feet and lowers his head in shame. He had dreamt that he would one day rise to Elder status, that he too could maintain peace in all kingdoms. However, his quick temper had betrayed him, and now he may have endangered the very Kingdom he loved...
" It saddens me to say this Luanda... but the Council now and forever dismisses you. Please remove your robe and leave, and never again shall you speak of this day."
Luanda absorbs the Elder's orders and painfully removes his hooded robe. Folding it gently, the beastman places the folded garment onto his chair and walks towards the towering doors that exit the room that now shuns him.
Alone. The young beastman thinks to himself. I alone have burdened Rynntopia with the threat of war...
