Assassin of Time: Chapter 2
Author's note: Morning all! Here's chapter two of AoT, complete with...Naga and Zelgadiss, both of whom failed to make appearances last chapter. Also, please review. Feedback is fun, and it makes me sad when I don't get reviews. But be honest! Say you hate it if you hated it, but say *why*.
-Small miracles
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"Gourry-sama, have a Spice Bun," Sylphiel said benevolently, handing a basket of mouth-watering buns to Gourry.
Gourry took several, "Did you make these, Sylphiel?"
Lina grinned, "I did! But Sylphiel helped, I guess."
"They're really spicy!" Gourry exclaimed, taking a bite out of one of the buns and promptly spitting it out.
"Well, we have Lina to thank for that," Sylphiel said, her tone unusually dry.
"Sylphiel..." Lina muttered, reaching the knife next to her plate.
At that moment, Zelgadiss Greywers entered the house, a dark look cast upon his stone face.
"Wow, Zel, you look fun," Lina said, turning around.
"They refused me service at the store. Said I was a monster," Zelgadiss growled, sitting down at the table.
"How terrible! What did you do?" Sylphiel said, gasping.
"I killed them," Zelgadiss said with a slight shrug.
Silence.
Gourry whimpered slightly, "You killed Farmer Milligan?"
"I was joking," Zelgadiss raised an eyebrow, "Honestly, you people are thick."
Lina shook her head, "Don't do that, Zelgadiss."
Zelgadiss frowned, "I did threaten him, and I have a feeling that didn't help."
"Gee Zel, I wonder why?" Lina said, dripping with sarcasm.
Zelgadiss shook his head and grabbed a Spice Bun, took a bite out of it, and promptly began coughing, "What was that?"
Gourry and Sylphiel both pointed at Lina. Lina growled at the duo.
"Well, anyways, I think I'll be on my way at dawn tomorrow," Zelgadiss said, sticking the bun back in the basket.
"What? Why?" Lina said, turning back to Zel.
"I'm leaving for the Outer World. I want to get my cure without interruption," Zelgadiss said, shrugging.
"So that leaves us out?"
"Yes, you can save the world if it needs saving, and I'll look out for myself. That sound fair?" Zelgadiss said, standing up.
Lina shrugged, "Fine, go off. You don't need my permission, do you?"
"I don't," Zelgadiss said simply, sitting down again.
Sylphiel shook her head, "Zelgadiss-san, Rezo never went to the Outer World. How would the cure be there?"
"A general cure will do," Zelgadiss said stiffly.
An uneasy silence fell over the room once again
--
Zan walked alone through the thick foliage. He had wandered off to camp, claming that he was going to see if anyone had followed them. He sighed and sat on a big rock that lay in the middle of the path. He grimaced, and stretched. He hadn't slept all night, and he had no intentions of listening to the group talk about how they had violated his sister. They said they had knocked his brother out, but they had not done anything else to him.
People often called Zan a monster of some sort, and he certainly looked the part. He had a gaunt face covered in scars, a crooked nose that looked as if it had been broken more than once, and his burgundy hair stuck-up in all directions. His eyes were shallow and almost lifeless. He was dressed in typical bandit gear, with his sword sheathed at his midsection, and a dark black poncho that covered his lower chest and stomach.
However, the thing that made most people hate Zan was, in fact, his occupation and how he carried it out. He wasn't simply a greedy and stupid bandit. He was a skilled swordsman who carried out his craft simply and deadly. He had no sympathy, and he had no passion. He didn't torture his victims, but he made sure that their deaths hurt.
Zan's eyes flicked upwards as he heard footsteps coming from the opposite direction of the camp. He stood up front the rock, and drew his sword. From behind a tall tree emerged a tall, good-looking woman with jet-black hair and dressed in what seemed to be a very revealing Shaman's costume.
Zen narrowed his eyes and pointed his sword at the woman, "Who are you?"
The woman let out a truly annoying laugh and beamed proudly at Zan, "My name is Naga, The White Serpent! Greatest sorceress to ever walk the earth!"
Zan blinked, "I've heard your name before."
"Of course you have! I am the feared, great..."
"Goldfish feces?"
Naga fell over, "Goldfish feces?"
"Yes. I've heard tales of Lina the Dragon Spooker and her sidekick, Naga: Goldfish Feces," He said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, it matters not! You were misinformed, little boy," Naga said, laughing again.
Zan twitched, "Little boy?"
Naga laughed again, breasts heaving.
"Would you tell me why I haven't killed you yet?" Zan growled, advancing on Naga.
"Because I want to join you, Zan the Conqueror," Naga said, smiling proudly at the young man.
Zan gritted his teeth at that accursed nickname, "Of course you do, bitch. Why should I let you follow me around?"
"Because I'm useful," Naga said, looking very pleased.
"How so?"
"Lead me back to your camp, and I'll show you," Naga said, grinning smugly.
"How stupid do you think I am, you..."
"Just lead me there, and I promise you won't be disappointed," Naga said with a grin.
Zan paused for a moment, then nodded, "Very well. But I'll slit your throat if you don't impress me."
Naga followed Zan back to the camp, upon arrival several of the men whistled at Naga.
"Whoa! Where'd you get her, Zan?"
"Nice body, baby!"
Naga laughed once more, and raised her arms, "Icicle....LANCE!" She shouted, a pillar of ice shooting out from her extended hands, hitting two of the bandit, encasing them in a block of ice. The block of ice shattered, and the men shattered with it.
Garin stood up and lunged at Naga. Naga simply laughed and threw a flare arrow at him, scorching him. Several other men jumped up and readied their swords, but Zan held out his hand to stop them.
"How did I do?" Naga said brightly, turning to Zan.
The ghost of a smile appeared on Zan's skeletal face, "Surprisingly good. You're in, Goldfish Feces."
"Don't call me that."
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"Prince Phillionel! I am shocked and appalled at your behavior regarding the throne!"
Phil sighed, rubbing his eyes, "Yes, Patine, we all know your viewpoint regarding the matter."
"I don't care! Why should Amelia be ahead of me and dear Rona!" Patine snarled, her dark blue eyes flaming.
"Amelia has saved the world countless times. Have you?" Christopher piped up from next to Phil, looking rather annoyed himself.
Patine stood up from her rather plush chair, "Christopher! Rona and I are rightful heirs to the throne!"
"Patine, Rona and you have done nothing to improve Sailoon in any way. You can't just march in here and tell me to put you ahead of more deserving candidates simply because you're older than Amelia," Phil said calmly, looking at the extravagantly dressed princess.
"But we're of noble blood!"
"Bloodlines aren't everything, Patine."
Patine ran a finger threw her dark brown hair, "Rona and I have influential friends. Rona is engaged to the famed pacifist, Liam Horne!"
"Liam is a lunatic who runs a cult, Patine," Christopher said darkly, eyes dancing with anger.
"How dare you! Liam is a great leader and a kind young man!"
Phillionel groaned, "We're not here to contest the worth of Liam Horne. We're here to end this "civil war", Patine."
"Liam said he's prepared to use his Pacifist Power Army to aide my cause," Patine said cockily, eyes smug.
"And Sailoon has a great army with White Mages, and many allied nations that would be willing to fight with us. You don't stand a chance, Patine. This discussion is over," Christopher said, narrowing his eyes.
--
"Val! Come out here and work!" Filia called from the front desk of the store.
Val entered the room, rubbing his eyes, "What? But it's too early."
"We closed early last night, so we're opening early this morning. Unlock the door and get ready to greet the customers."
Val shrugged and walked over to the door, unbolting the door and opening it.
"Val," Filia said, her tone soft, "I don't want you reading those books of runes anymore."
"Why not?"
"Because they talk of nothing but war, death and destruction! When I took you in, I vowed that you'd never have to deal with all of that again," Filia said, her tone raising.
"It's part of my heritage, isn't it? Everyone around me dying," Val said coolly, placing a mace in a display box and locking it.
"Val, I would have stopped that if I could," Filia said, nearly whispering.
"Would you?"
"Of course! Genocide is genocide! I would have done anything to try and stop it," Filia said sharply.
"I suppose you would have. But that doesn't mean I shouldn't know both sides of the story," Val said, red eyes surveying the stock.
Filia sighed, "Valgaav."
"Val. My name is Val."
--
"Liam?"
A lean, short man turned around. he stood face to face with Rona, princess of Sailoon.
"Liam, why weren't you at the palace?"
"I had to make a speech before the army, m'dear," Liam said softly, beady blue eyes looking into Rona's cold jade ones.
"Of course," Rona cooed, "Did you tell them about the war?"
"No," Liam said, "I simply explained my platform."
"Oh, Liam. You're so....dignified."
"Of course I am. I'm a leader. Leaders need to be charismatic," Liam smiled, a smooth smile on his slight face.
Rona nodded, "According to mother, we'll need your army sooner than we thought. Phillionel is not willing to negotiate."
Liam sighed, "You know I don't like hurting people, Rona."
"Get over it!" Rona snapped suddenly.
Liam raised an eyebrow, "Dear?"
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, love. I wasn't thinking," Rona apologized.
Liam smiled, "Don't worry. I have a plan that can't fail...do you believe in time traveling?"
--
For now, that's the end of our tale. Chapter 2 fini! Poof! Alabama!
I'd like to thank my one reviewer. I'd like more, but I'll live with one. Review, people! Feedback rocks!
Author's note: Morning all! Here's chapter two of AoT, complete with...Naga and Zelgadiss, both of whom failed to make appearances last chapter. Also, please review. Feedback is fun, and it makes me sad when I don't get reviews. But be honest! Say you hate it if you hated it, but say *why*.
-Small miracles
--
"Gourry-sama, have a Spice Bun," Sylphiel said benevolently, handing a basket of mouth-watering buns to Gourry.
Gourry took several, "Did you make these, Sylphiel?"
Lina grinned, "I did! But Sylphiel helped, I guess."
"They're really spicy!" Gourry exclaimed, taking a bite out of one of the buns and promptly spitting it out.
"Well, we have Lina to thank for that," Sylphiel said, her tone unusually dry.
"Sylphiel..." Lina muttered, reaching the knife next to her plate.
At that moment, Zelgadiss Greywers entered the house, a dark look cast upon his stone face.
"Wow, Zel, you look fun," Lina said, turning around.
"They refused me service at the store. Said I was a monster," Zelgadiss growled, sitting down at the table.
"How terrible! What did you do?" Sylphiel said, gasping.
"I killed them," Zelgadiss said with a slight shrug.
Silence.
Gourry whimpered slightly, "You killed Farmer Milligan?"
"I was joking," Zelgadiss raised an eyebrow, "Honestly, you people are thick."
Lina shook her head, "Don't do that, Zelgadiss."
Zelgadiss frowned, "I did threaten him, and I have a feeling that didn't help."
"Gee Zel, I wonder why?" Lina said, dripping with sarcasm.
Zelgadiss shook his head and grabbed a Spice Bun, took a bite out of it, and promptly began coughing, "What was that?"
Gourry and Sylphiel both pointed at Lina. Lina growled at the duo.
"Well, anyways, I think I'll be on my way at dawn tomorrow," Zelgadiss said, sticking the bun back in the basket.
"What? Why?" Lina said, turning back to Zel.
"I'm leaving for the Outer World. I want to get my cure without interruption," Zelgadiss said, shrugging.
"So that leaves us out?"
"Yes, you can save the world if it needs saving, and I'll look out for myself. That sound fair?" Zelgadiss said, standing up.
Lina shrugged, "Fine, go off. You don't need my permission, do you?"
"I don't," Zelgadiss said simply, sitting down again.
Sylphiel shook her head, "Zelgadiss-san, Rezo never went to the Outer World. How would the cure be there?"
"A general cure will do," Zelgadiss said stiffly.
An uneasy silence fell over the room once again
--
Zan walked alone through the thick foliage. He had wandered off to camp, claming that he was going to see if anyone had followed them. He sighed and sat on a big rock that lay in the middle of the path. He grimaced, and stretched. He hadn't slept all night, and he had no intentions of listening to the group talk about how they had violated his sister. They said they had knocked his brother out, but they had not done anything else to him.
People often called Zan a monster of some sort, and he certainly looked the part. He had a gaunt face covered in scars, a crooked nose that looked as if it had been broken more than once, and his burgundy hair stuck-up in all directions. His eyes were shallow and almost lifeless. He was dressed in typical bandit gear, with his sword sheathed at his midsection, and a dark black poncho that covered his lower chest and stomach.
However, the thing that made most people hate Zan was, in fact, his occupation and how he carried it out. He wasn't simply a greedy and stupid bandit. He was a skilled swordsman who carried out his craft simply and deadly. He had no sympathy, and he had no passion. He didn't torture his victims, but he made sure that their deaths hurt.
Zan's eyes flicked upwards as he heard footsteps coming from the opposite direction of the camp. He stood up front the rock, and drew his sword. From behind a tall tree emerged a tall, good-looking woman with jet-black hair and dressed in what seemed to be a very revealing Shaman's costume.
Zen narrowed his eyes and pointed his sword at the woman, "Who are you?"
The woman let out a truly annoying laugh and beamed proudly at Zan, "My name is Naga, The White Serpent! Greatest sorceress to ever walk the earth!"
Zan blinked, "I've heard your name before."
"Of course you have! I am the feared, great..."
"Goldfish feces?"
Naga fell over, "Goldfish feces?"
"Yes. I've heard tales of Lina the Dragon Spooker and her sidekick, Naga: Goldfish Feces," He said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, it matters not! You were misinformed, little boy," Naga said, laughing again.
Zan twitched, "Little boy?"
Naga laughed again, breasts heaving.
"Would you tell me why I haven't killed you yet?" Zan growled, advancing on Naga.
"Because I want to join you, Zan the Conqueror," Naga said, smiling proudly at the young man.
Zan gritted his teeth at that accursed nickname, "Of course you do, bitch. Why should I let you follow me around?"
"Because I'm useful," Naga said, looking very pleased.
"How so?"
"Lead me back to your camp, and I'll show you," Naga said, grinning smugly.
"How stupid do you think I am, you..."
"Just lead me there, and I promise you won't be disappointed," Naga said with a grin.
Zan paused for a moment, then nodded, "Very well. But I'll slit your throat if you don't impress me."
Naga followed Zan back to the camp, upon arrival several of the men whistled at Naga.
"Whoa! Where'd you get her, Zan?"
"Nice body, baby!"
Naga laughed once more, and raised her arms, "Icicle....LANCE!" She shouted, a pillar of ice shooting out from her extended hands, hitting two of the bandit, encasing them in a block of ice. The block of ice shattered, and the men shattered with it.
Garin stood up and lunged at Naga. Naga simply laughed and threw a flare arrow at him, scorching him. Several other men jumped up and readied their swords, but Zan held out his hand to stop them.
"How did I do?" Naga said brightly, turning to Zan.
The ghost of a smile appeared on Zan's skeletal face, "Surprisingly good. You're in, Goldfish Feces."
"Don't call me that."
--
"Prince Phillionel! I am shocked and appalled at your behavior regarding the throne!"
Phil sighed, rubbing his eyes, "Yes, Patine, we all know your viewpoint regarding the matter."
"I don't care! Why should Amelia be ahead of me and dear Rona!" Patine snarled, her dark blue eyes flaming.
"Amelia has saved the world countless times. Have you?" Christopher piped up from next to Phil, looking rather annoyed himself.
Patine stood up from her rather plush chair, "Christopher! Rona and I are rightful heirs to the throne!"
"Patine, Rona and you have done nothing to improve Sailoon in any way. You can't just march in here and tell me to put you ahead of more deserving candidates simply because you're older than Amelia," Phil said calmly, looking at the extravagantly dressed princess.
"But we're of noble blood!"
"Bloodlines aren't everything, Patine."
Patine ran a finger threw her dark brown hair, "Rona and I have influential friends. Rona is engaged to the famed pacifist, Liam Horne!"
"Liam is a lunatic who runs a cult, Patine," Christopher said darkly, eyes dancing with anger.
"How dare you! Liam is a great leader and a kind young man!"
Phillionel groaned, "We're not here to contest the worth of Liam Horne. We're here to end this "civil war", Patine."
"Liam said he's prepared to use his Pacifist Power Army to aide my cause," Patine said cockily, eyes smug.
"And Sailoon has a great army with White Mages, and many allied nations that would be willing to fight with us. You don't stand a chance, Patine. This discussion is over," Christopher said, narrowing his eyes.
--
"Val! Come out here and work!" Filia called from the front desk of the store.
Val entered the room, rubbing his eyes, "What? But it's too early."
"We closed early last night, so we're opening early this morning. Unlock the door and get ready to greet the customers."
Val shrugged and walked over to the door, unbolting the door and opening it.
"Val," Filia said, her tone soft, "I don't want you reading those books of runes anymore."
"Why not?"
"Because they talk of nothing but war, death and destruction! When I took you in, I vowed that you'd never have to deal with all of that again," Filia said, her tone raising.
"It's part of my heritage, isn't it? Everyone around me dying," Val said coolly, placing a mace in a display box and locking it.
"Val, I would have stopped that if I could," Filia said, nearly whispering.
"Would you?"
"Of course! Genocide is genocide! I would have done anything to try and stop it," Filia said sharply.
"I suppose you would have. But that doesn't mean I shouldn't know both sides of the story," Val said, red eyes surveying the stock.
Filia sighed, "Valgaav."
"Val. My name is Val."
--
"Liam?"
A lean, short man turned around. he stood face to face with Rona, princess of Sailoon.
"Liam, why weren't you at the palace?"
"I had to make a speech before the army, m'dear," Liam said softly, beady blue eyes looking into Rona's cold jade ones.
"Of course," Rona cooed, "Did you tell them about the war?"
"No," Liam said, "I simply explained my platform."
"Oh, Liam. You're so....dignified."
"Of course I am. I'm a leader. Leaders need to be charismatic," Liam smiled, a smooth smile on his slight face.
Rona nodded, "According to mother, we'll need your army sooner than we thought. Phillionel is not willing to negotiate."
Liam sighed, "You know I don't like hurting people, Rona."
"Get over it!" Rona snapped suddenly.
Liam raised an eyebrow, "Dear?"
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, love. I wasn't thinking," Rona apologized.
Liam smiled, "Don't worry. I have a plan that can't fail...do you believe in time traveling?"
--
For now, that's the end of our tale. Chapter 2 fini! Poof! Alabama!
I'd like to thank my one reviewer. I'd like more, but I'll live with one. Review, people! Feedback rocks!