(I apologize to the readers; I am sure you were expecting some limey scenes
soon, and to all you Gaav/Val fans, my apologies go out to you. This story
is not yaoi, and not exactly shounen-ai, either. It was simply to show Gaav
had a fatherly love towards Val. But I may write a lemony story from all
those who are disappointed! So keep reading my stuff!!! ^_^; ::hopeful
googly eyes:: )
I awoke the next morning, a cold breeze stirring me from a deep warm sleep. I didn't remember much of last night.all I could seem to remember was that Gaav had taken me to his room for the night, and there I stayed. I turned to reach for him, and found he wasn't there. Where could he have gone? Groggily, I sat and pondered these thoughts a while, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
I slung my feet over the bed, the bottoms slightly numb. The cold of the stone floor sent a shock through my body. The door hung slightly open, and a note to accompany it. Leaping off of the bed, I dashed for the note and opened, reading over the writing. It was in perfect penmanship, in red ink. It read:
Val-Gaav, I have gone to battle today, but don't worry. My opponents have little to no power. As long as Hell master isn't around, I should be okay, and What would possibly incline him to come out? Expect me back before the sun falls.
-Gaav-
I read, not knowing what to think of the words. I did know I wanted to help him, even if he could take down the enemies. . .I wanted to be there with him the whole time.
There was a chilling breeze today, and clouds hung wearily over the dark valley, and all in all, things seemed to set the mood for tragedy. My stomach twisted with butterflies. I knew he said he could handle it, but what If someone more powerful than him did show up? If he indeed did die, where would I go? Who would I turn to?
The breeze became slightly stronger, brushing the silk red curtains of the window gently to the sides, letting in what little amount of dismal light there was. I slinked over to the window, peering out, hoping to see Gaav walking down the road, blood dripping from his sword. . .
Ridiculous. I was over reacting already. It was the weather. It was making me feel queasy, and that's why I felt like something bad was going to happen. That's it.
But after an hour or so of contemplating every thought that rushed through my brain, I decided to go and look for Gaav. But how to find him quickly? I broke out in a panic. I couldn't fly, and Gaav had long since killed all his horses off by neglect. I guess I just had to walk, or rather run.
By the time I actually took off, it was high noon, and rain began to trickle softly upon the ground. I guess it could have been blazing hot, and I thanked the gods for the slight rains apposed to blistering heat.
I had been walking for some several hours, relying only on my intuition and link I had with Gaav. The area I happened to come across was a mountainous, stony area. I felt the presence of magic here, and in particular, dark magic. Yet the area seemed to lack something.the source of the magic lacked a master. I felt my heart leap.
Gaav was over the mountaintop; I could feel his presence, but not him. God, was he okay?
My heart began pounding so heart I felt I might die. I kept running, and over the mountaintop, there was nothing.
I ran down into a little sloped rock, which tapered off onto a flat ridge and then a straight drop of a cliff, and the other side only a few twenty feet away. There was nothing around, but it looked as if there was a scuffle. I glanced about frantically. Gaav.Gaav. . .
There was no sign of him. But just then something caught a fleck of sun from the corner of my eye. It glistened brightly in the sun, and I turned to see a sword, looking as new as ever. I stared at it a moment, and approached it, eyeing it cautiously.
A red dragon decorated the hilt of the sword, and I knew in an instant to whom it belonged. I knelt over, picking up the sword. It weighed a ton! I had to stop and remember, Gaav was quite a large man.
Yet no sign of Gaav.
I held the sword quivering. Thoughts raced through my mind. . .If only I could fly well.I needed to see the area. I decided I would ignore the pain it would cause me. I had to see the area and fly back home.
I spread my wings, and pain shot through my entire being, but I had to see if he was okay. I flapped them, the limp wing making it very difficult to control where I was going. I could feel my Mazoku and dragon side were trying to cancel each other out, which caused me a great deal of pain.
After an hour or so, I arrived home. I fell limply by the door, staring up at it, in pain and tired from the long day. I tried to reach up to the handle, but fell limp before I could even brush the metal surface with my fingertips. My eyes fell heavy, and there I slept. None of the servants came out to help or aid me, and Gaav never came back to take me into my room.
Once again, the sun rose, sunny and cheery, mocking the current events. I hoped and prayed I would find Gaav in his room, sleeping, waiting for me. I opened the doors, which had been unlocked anyway.
I threw myself in a lunge, attempting to run, but fell weak upon the stoop of the stairs that lead to Gaav's room. The events of yesterday had affected me more today than they had yesterday, and my muscles ached terribly. I pulled myself up the stairs weakly, eventually finding my ground. There was Gaav's door, closed. I knew I had left it open, and saw slight flicker of hope in the dismal darkness that was my thoughts.
My fingertips brushed to wood of the door, the surface warm and welcoming, as it had always been. Nothing about this morning seemed different, and I hoped it wouldn't be.
The door creaked wearily open, letting streams of sun into the hallway. I ran into the room, my eyes darting about sporadically. I searched, each corner, each crevice, hoping I would see my master. There was no master, and it was at that moment I knew there wouldn't be a master again. I didn't even get to say goodbye.
The bed called to me, and I obeyed it calls, letting myself fall into the soft blankets. I felt the tears again. I didn't want to cry, and Gaav wouldn't want me to have cried, at least I don't think he would have.
I heard a scream. It echoed off of the walls of the room, and I realized it was my own voice. My body took matters into it's own hands, and threw whatever it could find; perhaps it would make things better. I knew it wouldn't happen.
There was a thud, and I was suddenly on the ground, letting myself fall, and stay there. I did something I hadn't done in so long.I began to pray, in vain. What God would hear a fallen dragon and traitors mazoku's prayers?
For days, I hoped and prayed for his return. No one seemed to answer, and no one cared. The servants seemed overjoyed that their cruel master was gone, and soon cleared out his room, pawning off what goods they could.
I watched all the while, in a numb stupor. What else could I do? I no longer held any rank among them, or so they thought. It was then I decided to go out into the world, and once again take solace in the depths of the earth high in the mountains, I didn't care. I just needed to get away from everything, and start everything anew, and make it white. . .
( don't worry everyone, more to come!)
I awoke the next morning, a cold breeze stirring me from a deep warm sleep. I didn't remember much of last night.all I could seem to remember was that Gaav had taken me to his room for the night, and there I stayed. I turned to reach for him, and found he wasn't there. Where could he have gone? Groggily, I sat and pondered these thoughts a while, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
I slung my feet over the bed, the bottoms slightly numb. The cold of the stone floor sent a shock through my body. The door hung slightly open, and a note to accompany it. Leaping off of the bed, I dashed for the note and opened, reading over the writing. It was in perfect penmanship, in red ink. It read:
Val-Gaav, I have gone to battle today, but don't worry. My opponents have little to no power. As long as Hell master isn't around, I should be okay, and What would possibly incline him to come out? Expect me back before the sun falls.
-Gaav-
I read, not knowing what to think of the words. I did know I wanted to help him, even if he could take down the enemies. . .I wanted to be there with him the whole time.
There was a chilling breeze today, and clouds hung wearily over the dark valley, and all in all, things seemed to set the mood for tragedy. My stomach twisted with butterflies. I knew he said he could handle it, but what If someone more powerful than him did show up? If he indeed did die, where would I go? Who would I turn to?
The breeze became slightly stronger, brushing the silk red curtains of the window gently to the sides, letting in what little amount of dismal light there was. I slinked over to the window, peering out, hoping to see Gaav walking down the road, blood dripping from his sword. . .
Ridiculous. I was over reacting already. It was the weather. It was making me feel queasy, and that's why I felt like something bad was going to happen. That's it.
But after an hour or so of contemplating every thought that rushed through my brain, I decided to go and look for Gaav. But how to find him quickly? I broke out in a panic. I couldn't fly, and Gaav had long since killed all his horses off by neglect. I guess I just had to walk, or rather run.
By the time I actually took off, it was high noon, and rain began to trickle softly upon the ground. I guess it could have been blazing hot, and I thanked the gods for the slight rains apposed to blistering heat.
I had been walking for some several hours, relying only on my intuition and link I had with Gaav. The area I happened to come across was a mountainous, stony area. I felt the presence of magic here, and in particular, dark magic. Yet the area seemed to lack something.the source of the magic lacked a master. I felt my heart leap.
Gaav was over the mountaintop; I could feel his presence, but not him. God, was he okay?
My heart began pounding so heart I felt I might die. I kept running, and over the mountaintop, there was nothing.
I ran down into a little sloped rock, which tapered off onto a flat ridge and then a straight drop of a cliff, and the other side only a few twenty feet away. There was nothing around, but it looked as if there was a scuffle. I glanced about frantically. Gaav.Gaav. . .
There was no sign of him. But just then something caught a fleck of sun from the corner of my eye. It glistened brightly in the sun, and I turned to see a sword, looking as new as ever. I stared at it a moment, and approached it, eyeing it cautiously.
A red dragon decorated the hilt of the sword, and I knew in an instant to whom it belonged. I knelt over, picking up the sword. It weighed a ton! I had to stop and remember, Gaav was quite a large man.
Yet no sign of Gaav.
I held the sword quivering. Thoughts raced through my mind. . .If only I could fly well.I needed to see the area. I decided I would ignore the pain it would cause me. I had to see the area and fly back home.
I spread my wings, and pain shot through my entire being, but I had to see if he was okay. I flapped them, the limp wing making it very difficult to control where I was going. I could feel my Mazoku and dragon side were trying to cancel each other out, which caused me a great deal of pain.
After an hour or so, I arrived home. I fell limply by the door, staring up at it, in pain and tired from the long day. I tried to reach up to the handle, but fell limp before I could even brush the metal surface with my fingertips. My eyes fell heavy, and there I slept. None of the servants came out to help or aid me, and Gaav never came back to take me into my room.
Once again, the sun rose, sunny and cheery, mocking the current events. I hoped and prayed I would find Gaav in his room, sleeping, waiting for me. I opened the doors, which had been unlocked anyway.
I threw myself in a lunge, attempting to run, but fell weak upon the stoop of the stairs that lead to Gaav's room. The events of yesterday had affected me more today than they had yesterday, and my muscles ached terribly. I pulled myself up the stairs weakly, eventually finding my ground. There was Gaav's door, closed. I knew I had left it open, and saw slight flicker of hope in the dismal darkness that was my thoughts.
My fingertips brushed to wood of the door, the surface warm and welcoming, as it had always been. Nothing about this morning seemed different, and I hoped it wouldn't be.
The door creaked wearily open, letting streams of sun into the hallway. I ran into the room, my eyes darting about sporadically. I searched, each corner, each crevice, hoping I would see my master. There was no master, and it was at that moment I knew there wouldn't be a master again. I didn't even get to say goodbye.
The bed called to me, and I obeyed it calls, letting myself fall into the soft blankets. I felt the tears again. I didn't want to cry, and Gaav wouldn't want me to have cried, at least I don't think he would have.
I heard a scream. It echoed off of the walls of the room, and I realized it was my own voice. My body took matters into it's own hands, and threw whatever it could find; perhaps it would make things better. I knew it wouldn't happen.
There was a thud, and I was suddenly on the ground, letting myself fall, and stay there. I did something I hadn't done in so long.I began to pray, in vain. What God would hear a fallen dragon and traitors mazoku's prayers?
For days, I hoped and prayed for his return. No one seemed to answer, and no one cared. The servants seemed overjoyed that their cruel master was gone, and soon cleared out his room, pawning off what goods they could.
I watched all the while, in a numb stupor. What else could I do? I no longer held any rank among them, or so they thought. It was then I decided to go out into the world, and once again take solace in the depths of the earth high in the mountains, I didn't care. I just needed to get away from everything, and start everything anew, and make it white. . .
( don't worry everyone, more to come!)