A/N: Umm....you know how last time I said I was going to update more....well, I guess I'm a hypocrite. Sorry, anyway I've had this written for a couple of weeks...okay months now, but haven't had time to update, (actually I'm just too lazy) oh, and to all those who reviewed thank you. And on with the chappie!!!!! *dances*
Chapter 19: Blood of Ages
"To hurt oneself is a valuable lesson, to hurt others is a crime."
~ Sky of Swords (Good book) ^_^
Folken led Jezabel inside his chambers, "I want to run some tests on you. With your consent of course."
The illusion of an option. The only way Jez would find out what had just happened was if she consented, to Folken's tests. "What kind of tests?" She didn't like the sound of this.
"I want to test a blood sample and a few other minor things, nothing life threatening. If that is what was worrying you."
"No, it wasn't." after a moment's deliberation she conceded, curiosity - a curse and a blessing. Stupid double edge swords. "What do we start with?"
"Sit down over there," he commanded gesturing to a metal bench with some form of a pillow on it.
Medical equipment whirred and whizzed, reminding her of the hospitals on earth. Really not so different, she mused, machines that were a godsend to the weak, sick, and injured. Just a different form.
Lithely, she hopped on the waist-high bench, landing without even a soft thud.
"I'll be with you in a second," Folken murmured, more so to himself than anyone, as he busied himself with various instruments that only he could comprehend their uses. "I'm going to take a blood sample first."
Without waiting for a further invitation he grabbed her arm with a doctor's familiarity and cleansed the skin. A sharp jab pierced her skin and a syringe quickly filled with Jez's life-fluid.
More tinkering with equipment as Jezabel waited with a puzzled and bored expression on her face. "What are you testing for?"
He didn't respond, bent over his concoctions it was doubtful that he even heard her. A few minutes later he straightened his tall frame with a smug smile on his face.
"Well?" Jez prompted.
"You, my dear, are a descendant of Atlantis."
"And that means?"
"The people of Atlantis were divided into two clans. The Dragon Clan and The Element Clan, both were equally powerful but the Dragon Clan was better known. Those of the Element Clan possessed the ability to control the element stones and the powers associated with them. You, have that power as well."
Jez, with magical powers? As awesome as that is, it just seemed too good to happen to her. It was something she dreamed of, but actually getting it? That was a wee bit too much to swallow.
Folken's gaze bored through her, "You doubt me?"
"No, but yes. Why me, what makes me so special? Nothing queer ever happens to me."
"Traveling between planets while being chased by a dragon isn't queer? Landing in the clutches of the Red-eyed General isn't queer? Flying a guymelef isn't queer?" He gave her a second to soak it all in, "So what makes this so difficult to accept?"
She paused, he had a point, after all that had happened to her, why couldn't she accept it? "I guess it's just, I don't know. I guess I don't feel worthy."
"Many worthy men, never feel deserving, and many men who feel deserving are never worthy."
"True, basic humility."
He cleared his throat, "I suspect that some of the Atlantians on the mystic moon survived and you now have their blood."
"But Atlantis sunk thousands of years ago, if it even existed at all." Jez contradicted, "It'd be impossible for me to trace my lineage that far."
"Yes, it would, but even the smallest drop of Atlantian blood is all that is necessary. Their blood is very potent."
She shrugged.
"Now lie on your stomach." he instructed, "Naria will see to you in a moment."
Folken exited to a side room, and Naria entered through another.
"Hello, Naria." Jezabel said politely.
A brief smile was return in greeting, "Take off your shirt."
A bit warily Jez complied, but no sooner had she slipped it over her head Naria covered her with a blanket with a well-placed hole, leaving her back exposed.
Before Jez could comprehend what was happening there was a sharp piercing just under her shoulder blade, and then repeated with the other as well.
"Ouch! That bloody stings!" Jez yelled.
Folken's voice floated behind her. "Thank you, Naria. Those syringes contained a fluid that allows us to see through your skin with actually cutting you open." he explained.
"Oh, so it's like an X-ray."
"I'm sorry, what is an X-ray?"
"It's the same concept, but you don't get jabbed with a needle."
"Oh," he was only half-listening, absorbed with his fiddling with yet another machine.
A quiet humming reached her ears, not annoying, but soothing.
"Amazing." he whispered, "Absolutely fascinating..."
"What's amazing?" her own voice sounded sweet and melodic, not the hard edge it usually carried. Must be the dope he gave her.
"You are a bundle of surprises. Not only do you belong to the Element Clan, but you also are part of the Dragon Clan. That makes you part of the royal line of Atlantis. Most likely a queen."
"WHAT!"
"Precisely."
He gave a moment for Jezabel to collect herself.
"So, what's so special about the Dragon Clan?"
He didn't answer, merely turned his back and threw off his cloak. Seizing the opportunity, Jez cast away the blanket and pulled her shirt back on.
Suddenly, a great set of wings burst from his back. White and pure, like gently falling snow, the thick ones that tend to stick on your eyelashes and rain like confetti on your hair.
"Y-you're an angel." she stammered finally.
The wings disappeared, and Jezabel wondered if she had even seen them at all. "No, I'm a draconian. Yourself, Naria, and Eriya are the only ones on this ship who know. I'd like to keep it that way."
"Yes, sir."
"Now, about you..."
"Are you saying that I have wings too?" she asked guardedly. Hopeful, but she didn't want to be disappointed.
Folken chose his words carefully, "You do, however..."
Jez grimaced
"...They're...broken."
"Broken?" she echoed.
"Yes, perhaps it is because you have never used them, or maybe the environment on the Mystic Moon was too hostile. It could have been any number of things. They're not broken like a fractured bone, but they aren't whole. They are a ruin of what they could be."
The news was sobering, "Is there anything that can be done about it?" Jezabel asked hopefully.
"Not at the moment, however I shall try to work this out for you." He smiled at Jez's open gratitude. "However, I suppose we owe Dilandau an explanation."
"I suppose so."
In all probability he was working himself into a seething rage.
Folken looked her directly in the eye, "I don't want you to say anything about the Dragon Clan. This is an order, and Dilandau cannot override it. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Lord Folken."
"Very well."
When they arrived at the training center Dilandau and Kana were sparring. Surprisingly, Kana seemed to be holding her own.
"Well? Do you have answers for me Stratagoes? He quickly threw Kana to the ground, ending the match. He placed his sword next to her throat, pronounced her dead, and then sheathed his weapon.
Standing with his arms crossed over a well-built chest and a scowl on his face, it was no wonder that the majority of the people on Gaea feared him.
"Yes Dilandau, our recruit proves herself to be more valuable than originally anticipated."
"Your point?" His crimson eyes became glazed over, as though he was bored. Although in all actuality it was the calm before the storm.
"We now have a soldier in our ranks who is not only an exceptional fighter, but she also has the powers reserved to the Element Clan of Atlantis."
"You mean she's a draconian?" he sneered disgust evident on his face, "Like that prick of a king?"
"Wrong clan Dilandau, she has the power to use the element stones."
"If she attacks me again, I'll see to it that she can't do anything."
Jezabel tensed, itching for a fight, How dare he. she thought.
"She won't," Folken assured, "She can only use the stones when she is in direct contact with them, I'll teach her how to control them."
"You better."
Folken motioned to Kana and they left.
Jez stood at the edge of the mat awaiting orders from her commander.
A/N: Okay, so It's a little short. c'mon at least I wrote somethin'. And to You-know-who's daughter (^_^) you were right...although I had that planned out before you even mention it. *holds up rough draft* see it says it right here *points* right here, and well you just have to keep reading to see what happens next. okay, time to start on the next chappie.
Ciao!
Ice Eyes
Chapter 19: Blood of Ages
"To hurt oneself is a valuable lesson, to hurt others is a crime."
~ Sky of Swords (Good book) ^_^
Folken led Jezabel inside his chambers, "I want to run some tests on you. With your consent of course."
The illusion of an option. The only way Jez would find out what had just happened was if she consented, to Folken's tests. "What kind of tests?" She didn't like the sound of this.
"I want to test a blood sample and a few other minor things, nothing life threatening. If that is what was worrying you."
"No, it wasn't." after a moment's deliberation she conceded, curiosity - a curse and a blessing. Stupid double edge swords. "What do we start with?"
"Sit down over there," he commanded gesturing to a metal bench with some form of a pillow on it.
Medical equipment whirred and whizzed, reminding her of the hospitals on earth. Really not so different, she mused, machines that were a godsend to the weak, sick, and injured. Just a different form.
Lithely, she hopped on the waist-high bench, landing without even a soft thud.
"I'll be with you in a second," Folken murmured, more so to himself than anyone, as he busied himself with various instruments that only he could comprehend their uses. "I'm going to take a blood sample first."
Without waiting for a further invitation he grabbed her arm with a doctor's familiarity and cleansed the skin. A sharp jab pierced her skin and a syringe quickly filled with Jez's life-fluid.
More tinkering with equipment as Jezabel waited with a puzzled and bored expression on her face. "What are you testing for?"
He didn't respond, bent over his concoctions it was doubtful that he even heard her. A few minutes later he straightened his tall frame with a smug smile on his face.
"Well?" Jez prompted.
"You, my dear, are a descendant of Atlantis."
"And that means?"
"The people of Atlantis were divided into two clans. The Dragon Clan and The Element Clan, both were equally powerful but the Dragon Clan was better known. Those of the Element Clan possessed the ability to control the element stones and the powers associated with them. You, have that power as well."
Jez, with magical powers? As awesome as that is, it just seemed too good to happen to her. It was something she dreamed of, but actually getting it? That was a wee bit too much to swallow.
Folken's gaze bored through her, "You doubt me?"
"No, but yes. Why me, what makes me so special? Nothing queer ever happens to me."
"Traveling between planets while being chased by a dragon isn't queer? Landing in the clutches of the Red-eyed General isn't queer? Flying a guymelef isn't queer?" He gave her a second to soak it all in, "So what makes this so difficult to accept?"
She paused, he had a point, after all that had happened to her, why couldn't she accept it? "I guess it's just, I don't know. I guess I don't feel worthy."
"Many worthy men, never feel deserving, and many men who feel deserving are never worthy."
"True, basic humility."
He cleared his throat, "I suspect that some of the Atlantians on the mystic moon survived and you now have their blood."
"But Atlantis sunk thousands of years ago, if it even existed at all." Jez contradicted, "It'd be impossible for me to trace my lineage that far."
"Yes, it would, but even the smallest drop of Atlantian blood is all that is necessary. Their blood is very potent."
She shrugged.
"Now lie on your stomach." he instructed, "Naria will see to you in a moment."
Folken exited to a side room, and Naria entered through another.
"Hello, Naria." Jezabel said politely.
A brief smile was return in greeting, "Take off your shirt."
A bit warily Jez complied, but no sooner had she slipped it over her head Naria covered her with a blanket with a well-placed hole, leaving her back exposed.
Before Jez could comprehend what was happening there was a sharp piercing just under her shoulder blade, and then repeated with the other as well.
"Ouch! That bloody stings!" Jez yelled.
Folken's voice floated behind her. "Thank you, Naria. Those syringes contained a fluid that allows us to see through your skin with actually cutting you open." he explained.
"Oh, so it's like an X-ray."
"I'm sorry, what is an X-ray?"
"It's the same concept, but you don't get jabbed with a needle."
"Oh," he was only half-listening, absorbed with his fiddling with yet another machine.
A quiet humming reached her ears, not annoying, but soothing.
"Amazing." he whispered, "Absolutely fascinating..."
"What's amazing?" her own voice sounded sweet and melodic, not the hard edge it usually carried. Must be the dope he gave her.
"You are a bundle of surprises. Not only do you belong to the Element Clan, but you also are part of the Dragon Clan. That makes you part of the royal line of Atlantis. Most likely a queen."
"WHAT!"
"Precisely."
He gave a moment for Jezabel to collect herself.
"So, what's so special about the Dragon Clan?"
He didn't answer, merely turned his back and threw off his cloak. Seizing the opportunity, Jez cast away the blanket and pulled her shirt back on.
Suddenly, a great set of wings burst from his back. White and pure, like gently falling snow, the thick ones that tend to stick on your eyelashes and rain like confetti on your hair.
"Y-you're an angel." she stammered finally.
The wings disappeared, and Jezabel wondered if she had even seen them at all. "No, I'm a draconian. Yourself, Naria, and Eriya are the only ones on this ship who know. I'd like to keep it that way."
"Yes, sir."
"Now, about you..."
"Are you saying that I have wings too?" she asked guardedly. Hopeful, but she didn't want to be disappointed.
Folken chose his words carefully, "You do, however..."
Jez grimaced
"...They're...broken."
"Broken?" she echoed.
"Yes, perhaps it is because you have never used them, or maybe the environment on the Mystic Moon was too hostile. It could have been any number of things. They're not broken like a fractured bone, but they aren't whole. They are a ruin of what they could be."
The news was sobering, "Is there anything that can be done about it?" Jezabel asked hopefully.
"Not at the moment, however I shall try to work this out for you." He smiled at Jez's open gratitude. "However, I suppose we owe Dilandau an explanation."
"I suppose so."
In all probability he was working himself into a seething rage.
Folken looked her directly in the eye, "I don't want you to say anything about the Dragon Clan. This is an order, and Dilandau cannot override it. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Lord Folken."
"Very well."
When they arrived at the training center Dilandau and Kana were sparring. Surprisingly, Kana seemed to be holding her own.
"Well? Do you have answers for me Stratagoes? He quickly threw Kana to the ground, ending the match. He placed his sword next to her throat, pronounced her dead, and then sheathed his weapon.
Standing with his arms crossed over a well-built chest and a scowl on his face, it was no wonder that the majority of the people on Gaea feared him.
"Yes Dilandau, our recruit proves herself to be more valuable than originally anticipated."
"Your point?" His crimson eyes became glazed over, as though he was bored. Although in all actuality it was the calm before the storm.
"We now have a soldier in our ranks who is not only an exceptional fighter, but she also has the powers reserved to the Element Clan of Atlantis."
"You mean she's a draconian?" he sneered disgust evident on his face, "Like that prick of a king?"
"Wrong clan Dilandau, she has the power to use the element stones."
"If she attacks me again, I'll see to it that she can't do anything."
Jezabel tensed, itching for a fight, How dare he. she thought.
"She won't," Folken assured, "She can only use the stones when she is in direct contact with them, I'll teach her how to control them."
"You better."
Folken motioned to Kana and they left.
Jez stood at the edge of the mat awaiting orders from her commander.
A/N: Okay, so It's a little short. c'mon at least I wrote somethin'. And to You-know-who's daughter (^_^) you were right...although I had that planned out before you even mention it. *holds up rough draft* see it says it right here *points* right here, and well you just have to keep reading to see what happens next. okay, time to start on the next chappie.
Ciao!
Ice Eyes