Wow, sorry for taking so long with this chapter. I'm contemplaiting stopping writting this, unless I get feedback of course.
This chapter contains spoilers for volume 11! The first part of the chapter is a direct translation of the scenes with Kall Su and Dark Schneider in the last few pages of volume 11 in French. The very last part of this chapter, the last seven lines, are from the first volume and another one, can't remember which one. It's not really a spoiler though.
I won nothing, please don't sue!
Enjoy ^_^.
Chapter four: Dream a dream and scream my name
"Dark Schneider is dead, and now it's your turn, Sheela!!" yelled a tall blond man with eyes the color of ice. In front of him stood a small old woman looking haggard in her tattered old robes, but it was not she whom he was interested in, no it was the one he was trying to protect who lay behind her. Princess Sheela. The last seal needed to be broken for his God to be liberated lay within a weak princess laying behind a withered hag in an ornate golden bikini, tears in her eyes and black hair billowing behind her.
"You are truly pitiful, Kall Su," says the princess summoning all her courage to glare at the man before her, "Do you really believe that you can make a better world by using the powers of Anthrax?"
"War brings about peace and justice," retorts the angry man, summoning power in his hand. The princess starts to cry out as the seal in her body reacts to the negative energy, light coming forth from her midsection.
"I am almost free. Just another instant." A voice within his head, the voice of Anthraz, anticipating the grand finale. "My Lord, your 400 years of sleep shall finally come to an end These are the last instants of humanity. The soiled surface of teh earth shall become a hell covered in darkness." The old crone says something, but it is drowned out and the man continues with his insanity, "It will be the great purification!" A mighty roar, along with the calling forth of great power, he prepares for the final blow.
"WAIT!!" A mighty force plows into him, forcing him back. He looks up and sees a man taller than himslef, platinum hair flying everywhere as is his cape, fierce eyes the color of oceans.
...Lucié...? No, Dark Schneider.
"What? Already tired?" taunts the newcomer.
"Kal!!" Dark Schneider!!" The two men yell as one, preparing for battle.
"Tigre of fire!" An attack.
"Serpent of ice!" A counter attack.
A mighty explosion rings out throughout the battle field.
"I remember..." The first man starts, "You are Dark Schneider... You were my friend, my master, and..." His eyes narrow, readying to fight, "You betrayed me!!"
The two men fight for the destiny of the world. One will die, another will live, and the fate of teh world shall be determined. First one has the upper hand, then the other, in the beginning it is not clear who will win the war; however it quickly becomes clear that the second man will win.
Dark Schneider... Like you I hate men because of my powerful magic, I feared myself... But your presence was a revelation. You brought me everything... You were more powerful than me... You were afraid of neither yourself nor others, and you backed down in front of nothing. The entire world was your enemy, and you fought it. And... When my mother disappeared... You told me: 'You are indespensable to me...'
"You hate him!"
Only you... Told me that!
"Kall Su! You must hate him!"
I will.. A narowing of eyes.
"You must hate him! He betrayed you!"
I will... A sword being unsheethed.
KILL! He launches himself at his opponent, about to strike the finishing blow, when he sees that the other man closes his eyes and calmly awaits death. He widens his eyes in surprise, this was not expected. He tips his wrist, changing the direction of the sword, and impails himself on the sword.
You are... He falls into the arms of his ennemy.
My only friend...And dies
"Kall Su!!"
A pair of sky blue eyes shot open, irises dilated to their maximum, before a pale hand was brought up to wipe away the tears. A dream... But what was it about? I was going to kill Lucié? No, I had called him Dark Schneider, and the clothes we were wearing, so odd... What does it all mean? Kall Su turned over on to his side to look at the clock on his bedside table. Bright red lights flashed 5:09 AM at him. Why are alarm clocks always flashing red? Maybe I should try to find one that flashes another color, maybe green? Or blue like Lucié's eyes?
Deciding that he wasn't going to fall alseep again, Kall Su rose from his bed and went to wash his face, hoping to wake up a bit more. Putting on some soothing music, a CD by Chris De Burgh, he grabbed his sketch book and went to his sofa to recreate the scenes from his dreams. Hours passed as Kall Su lost himself in his drawing. He drew Dark Schneider and Kall Su the wizard, he drew Princess Sheela and the old witch. And then he drew what he thought Ashes Ney the empress of the sky would look like, and Gara the ninja master, and Yohko the preistess. Then he drew random characters, random faces, and dragond, and monsters. Slowly a plot started to take shape, and the characters came to life. He drew the scenery, the dark and dreary world he had caught a glimpse of in his dream.
Kall Su only stopped when the phone rang, tearing him away from this new world he had been creating. Noticing that no one had answered after four rings, Kall Su assumed that his family had already gone out. "Hello?" He questioned into the receiver of the phone.
"Kall?" That wonderful voice that haunts his dreams, that was a staring member tonight. The voice that had brought him to tears in his latest dream.
"Kall Su," shot back the teen aged boy who had answered.
A low chuckle is heard on the other end. "I haven't woken you up, have I?"
"No, I've been up for a couple of hours. What can I do for you?"
"You've been up for a couple of hours already? Shit, it's only 8:30, what time do you get up on a Saturday?" The person on the other end whistles in awe. "I was just calling to make sure that we were all meeting at your place again today?"
Oh shit, I forgot all about that. Stupid dream waking me up and making me forget. "I think so, no one's told me otherwise."
"Alright, see you then. Bye."
"Later." As he hangs up the phone, it suddenly dawns on Kall Su, Lucié had called him. Oh my God, Lucié phoned and I was all distracted, and I must've seemed like a complete moron! He must really think nothing of me now; I've just destroyed everything! Marching off to the bathroom, thought jumbled, he went to take a shower before his English group arrived to work.
Stepping out of the shower just on time to hear the door bell ring, Kall Su quickly dries off and throws some pants on. Running down the stairs while putting his shirt on, he prayed that whoever had rung the door bell hadn't left yet. He swung the door open and came face to face with an adonis.
Letting his gaze work it's way up Kall Su's body starting from his bare feet, Lucié said, "You're shirts on backwords. And you do know you're wearing the uniform's pants on a Saturday, right?" Causing Kall Su to blush beet red.
He must think I'm some type of retard! I can't even get dresses properly... "I was in the shower, grabbed the first thing I could wear to come down and open the door." He said with a shrug, hoping that he seemed nonchalant.
"So I'm the first one here? Cool." Lucié made his way past Kall Su and proceeded up the stairs with Kall Su hot on his heels.
"I'll...just...finish up in the bathroom." Kall Su said as he grabbed some clothes from his closet and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door. Calm down Kall Su, no need to hyper ventilate. Calm down?!? How am I supposed to calm down?!? I just made an ass out of myself in front of Lucié! Don't tell me to calm down! He didn't seem to care, he just shrugged it off. He's nice like that, he doesn't like embarassing people, but I know that deep inside he thinks me a fool! Well eve if he does, he's going to think you an even greater fool if you spend two hours getting dressed! With that Kall Su put on a pair of loose fitting khaki pants and a tight black t-shirt with flames surrounding the japanese character for demon. He finished washing up and came out of his bathroom only to find Lucié sitting on the sofa where he had forgot about his sketch book.
Panicking, he ran over to Lucié, when he looked up at him and spoke, "You're pretty good. Are these our characters?"
Thanking God that he had decided to start a new sketch book dedicated to the English project, Kall Su nodded. "They can be changed if anyone isn't happy with how they look. They're just sketches I did when I was bored, nothing special or anything." He said I'm pretty good! I can't believe it! He said he likes my art! Oh clam down, he's just saying that to be nice to you. He wouldn't have said anything if he didn't like it. But he doesn't want to insult you by not saying anything, he had to say something.
"Kall? Kall!" Lucié's voice tore him from his inner battle with his self doubt, his blue eyes staring into Kall Su's own. "You okay? Maybe you didn't get enough sleep last night?"
"I'm fine, I was just thinking about something. What was it you were saying?" Retard!
"The doorbell rang, shouldn't we answer it?" He asked, looking at Kall Su curiously.
"Oh, yes, of course." Kall Su said as he made his way down the stairs. "And it's Kall Su."
Downstairs, the two blond teenagers found Gara and Ashes waiting. Apparently Ashes had arrived a few seconds after Gara. Shortly after, Yohko appeared, and all five went up to Kall Su's room to work. "So what's the plan for today?" Gara asked, ever helpful that he is.
"Why don't we introduce our characters to each other, or at least what we can introduce, and start on the prologue?" Yohko pipes up, stars in her eyes as she looked to Lucié for approval. What is he? Your master? Don't look so pitiful! But isn't that how you look at him?
"Before we start, you have to see what Kall drew," interupts the center of attention, bringing Kall Su's sketch book out for all to see. Time passed as the teens discussed the pictures and requested a few changes, longer hair, an extra scar, more clothes, less clothes, but all in all they were quite pleased with the outcome. Something that Kall Su could not bring himself believe. After all, everyone knew that he had no talent, they were just being nice.
The teens traded what little information that they could about their characters and then got to work on the prologue where they would introduce the world where the story would take place, letting it be known that a great war was being waged between good and evil, and that evil was winning. It was late in the afternoon when everyone decided to call it quits for the day, agreeing to continue next week at the same time, before Lucié offered to drive everyone home.
Not a bad day, if you could forget the beginning. First impressions are what count most. Lucié didn't seem to mind though. He didn't want to hurt you. He wouldn't care if he hurt me or not. Kall Su went to draw some more of his dream come true, Lucié.
It is the era of chaos.
The only laws are those of blood, steel, flesh and bones.
It is the reign of magic.
According to the prophecies, it will be the era of barbarians,
At the hour of the resurection of the monstruous divinity,
The dragon warrior shall rise,
And will have to destroy it.
In the next chapter:
Lucié makes a confession to Kall Su!
Rushe makes an appearance!
Kall Su argues with himself some more!