Hey again!!! You know what? I have chapter 10 for you!!! I hope you enjoy
it!! *coughs* fluff *coughs* ^_~ I also started another story. It's also an
Esca fic and of course V/H ^_^ Maybe you want to check it out...
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DISCLAIMER: *turns on cassette recorder* I don't own Escaflowne *turns off cassette recorder*
Oh yeah, before I forget: Vargas is Balgus.
CHAPTER 10 Revelation
~Dryden, my love,
I hope you received the letter. It's quite hard to send a letter without knowing where exactly you are. I'm now on my way to Freid. Father asked me to go there and help Eries. I don't know what had happened. He didn't tell me. But it must be something really important. I'm afraid, Dryden. I'm afraid of what will await me there. I'm afraid that something bad had happened. And I'm afraid of what they will say. Will they hate me, Dryden? Will they hate me for running away? I left Eries all alone with all the work. Dryden, I don't want her to hate me. What can I do to make her forgive me? I dont know. I simply don't know. Dryden, I need you. I want you here by my side but I know it's impossible. You and your merchant fleet. What's your next destination? Probably some country at the other side of the planet. That would be just like you. I hope the journey is successful. I miss you.
Love, Millerna~
Slowly, Dryden folded the letter from Millerna and smiled lightly. He looked out of the window of his cabin and his glasses reflected the sunlight. Outside, clouds and birds were passing by. He grinned.
"Millerna, I'm not at the other side of the planet," he said. "You wouldn't believe how close I am."
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It hurt! It hurt so damn much! It hurt so much he wanted to cry. His back felt as if it was on fire, as if someone was sratching over his back with burning nails, leaving streams of pure pain behind. Van moaned into the pillow he was lying on. Was there nobody who could make this pain end? He didn't want to suffer anymore. If it had been possible he would have fallen to his knees but so he could only beg silently to the Gods to make it end. Make it end!
And it seemed as if they had heard him. Suddenly, he felt gentle fingers trace across his back, causing goosebumps on his skin. Where they touched his back the pain was gone. Van relaxed a bit and sighed into his pillow. It was a wonderful feeling. He wanted it to never end. He wanted these fingers to caress his back until the end of time. He wanted to see who made his pain fade away. Slowly, he opened his eyes and turned his head to the side.
"And I thought you would never wake up," said a beautiful voice beside him.
"Hitomi?" he whispered and only the thought that it was her who caused this feeling made him smile. "It was you."
"Huh?" Hitomi replied. "What do you mean?"
"You made the pain fade away," he answered and looked at her.
"Well actually, it was this paste Dryden gave me," she stated and showed him the small bowl, filled with a white substance she held in her left hand.
Van grinned from ear to ear.
"Why are you grinning like that?" Hitomi asked with a raised brow.
"I was right," he replied. "You care."
"What?" Hitomi shrieked. "That's not true! I only cared for your wounds because nobody else wanted to do that! Especially Yukari. She said she had hurt you quite enough."
"If you say so," Van said, still grinning.
"Yes, I say so!" Hitomi growled, turning away and pouted, her cheeks bright red.
"Where am I?" He looked around, that means he tried to look around but it was quite impossible because he lay on his stomach.
"On Dryden's airship," Hitomi answered matter-of-factly, still pouting. "He was the guy with the glasses who bowed at first to you," she said and added quickly, "But don't expect me to do that! I would never sink so low to bow to you even if you're the King of Fanelia! And don't expect me to call you Your Highness or Your Majesty or King Van or-"
"I don't want you to call me that anyways," he interupted her softly.
"Huh?" Hitomi replied and looked at him.
"I don't like this formal stuff, that's all," he said, looking to the ground. "But please tell me, how did you know that I'm the King?"
Hitomi hesitated. Should she really tell him? Should she tell him that she had seen his mother die? He would be hurt or angry or worse. But after all he had the right to know, hadn't he?
"I had this crazy vision, the morning after you fell into that lake in Thessalia," Hitomi begun and Van looked up.
"A vision?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah," Hitomi nodded. "I think my pendant caused it but don't ask me how."
"What did you see?" Van asked.
"I-I saw...," she stuttered and took a deep breath. "I saw your mother die."
She didn't dare to look at him when she heard him inhale sharply. She knew she wouldn't have been able to bear the look in his eyes, the pain he felt by remembering these events. Quietly, she continued.
"I saw you in the desert in the burning camp of the Novadi," she said. "You kneeled at her side. Another man was holding her and she was bleeding so much. Gods, it was so much blood on the ground. A-and then she told you all these things, that you should return, that you should stop him and that you should take your father's sword. I-I didn't know what it meant until we reached Fanelia. You told this story about Lord Folken and then I left and then I saw you at the marketplace again and I couldn't believe that your business had been to kill Folken. But-but suddenly everything had made sense."
Hitomi had said all that without even breathing. Now, she took a mighty breath but continued quickly.
"Suddenly, I knew that you were the King of Fanelia," she said. "The puzzle was complete and I even figured out what that was all about your sword. I had known that there was something about it when I had seen it the first time. I just hadn't known what!"
"What do you mean?" Van suddenly asked, making her jerk. "Folken said it wasn't the right sword. It's useless. Though I'm the legitimate King, I can't prove it!"
A wide grin appeared on Hitomi's face. "Amano told me that he had found your sword in armory of the palace," she said. "He said that it had lain there as if someone had thrown it to the ground carelessly."
"You took my sword from the palace?" Van asked in disbelieve and Hitomi nodded.
"Did you ever inspected it closely?" she asked back and Van shook his head in response. "Well, I think Folken didn't either and I think he will be quite outraged when he gets to know that he had held the royal sword of Fanelia in his hands but had thrown it away!"
"What do you mean?" Van asked, getting more and more confused and Hitomi only grinned.
"It's sealed," she said and the grin even widened. "Your sword is sealed."
"What?", Van said and tried to raise from his lying position. "It is sealed? But how? I mean who? Who should have...", he trailed off when pictures from his past appeared before his eyes. "Oh my..."
~flashback~
"Daddy, what's the matter?" a little five years old boy asked, sitting up from his bed and rubbed his eyes. "Why did you wake me?"
"Come, Van!" his father said and took Van in his arms. "We have to leave the palace!"
"What?" Van asked and clung to his father's uniform. "But why and where's mummy?"
"Don't worry, Van," the King said and tightened the embrace around the small body of his son. "Vargas is with her."
Van nodded and nuzzled deeper into his father's shoulder. Goau ran through the room and kicked the door open. At once, Van began to cough when the smoke filled his nostrils and lungs. He looked around and his eyes widened. The carpets at the floor and at the walls were ablaze, causing an ominous light in the hallways. He heard the sound of fire, gnawing at wooden doors, he heard the screams of soldiers in the hallways, heard the clashing of swords. Goau noticed hi little son trembling in his arms and quickened his pace. He turned to the right and ran down the hallway.
"Daddy, what's happening?" Van asked, scared.
"Your brother," Goau said coldly.
"What?" Van replied, shocked. "Why should he do something like that?"
"Later, Van," his father answered and passed another corner.
Van was quiet. He clung to his father's uniform while the King ran through the burning hallways of the palace. The little boy saw dead men, lying on the floor and heard the moans of the wounded. It was horrible. Never had he experienced anything like that. His home was burning, the guards which had always smiled at him when he was running through the palace were dead. His young mind couldn't understand it. Why should anyone do something like that? Why should his brother do something like that? It was too much for Van. He was breathing hard and his reddish-brown eyes were wide in terror. What he saw, heard and smelled was creating a deep wound in his soul. A wound that would never heal completely, a wound that would leave a scar forever.
"Your Highness!" a deep voice suddenly shouted from behind.
The King turned around and spotted a tall man, walking towards him, a fragile woman with long black hair at his side.
"Mommy!" Van cried, spotting his mother and tried to free himself out of his father's grip.
Goau smiled lightly and bent down to set Van down to the ground. The littly boy ran to his mother as fast as he could and jumped into her embrace when he reached her.
"What's going on here, mommy?" Van asked into her dress.
"I don't know, darling," his mother replied quitely, running a hand through his messy hair.
Goau turned away from his wife and son and smiled at his best samurai. Vargas was almost a head taller than himself and as broad as a closet. His arms were as thick and as strong as the branches of the trees in the Fanelian forests and his hands were paws. A huge scar went over his left eye, making him look very threatening. Goau was glad to call Vargas his friend. The samurai would give his life for his King, without even hesitating. He had helped Goau so often and never demanded anything in reward. Goau didn't know what he would do without him.
"Thank you, Vargas," Goau said quietly.
"You don't need to thank me, Your Highness," Vargas replied. Of course, that was just like him, never demanding anything in reward, not even a "thank you".
Suddenly the noises around them increased, making Vargas look around in worry. "We should leave now," he said. "You aren't save here, anymore."
"You're right, Vargas!" Goau said and grabbed his old friend by his arm, determined. "Take Varie and Van and bring them to the airport! Everything is prepared. The airship will bring them to my brother Oaud."
"But Goau!" Varie complained.
"No, Varie," the King said and she knew he wouldn't accept her complain. "Oaud lives in the desert. He is a Novadi. He will take care of you. You're save there. They won't find you. And when the time has come and Van is grown up, he can return and claim his right! Van will stop him!"
"But Your Highness, I can't just leave you alone!" Vargas said and Goau smiled.
"Yes, you can," Goau replied. "Take care of my wife and my son and guide them to the airship. And then you'll bring Escaflowne to Freid as we planned. Explain Mahad everything and give him the letter. He will understand. The Duke of Freid will know that it is of extremely urgency to hide Escaflowne because if HE gets the Guymelef nobody will be able to stop him."
"Yes, Your Highness." Vargas said and bowed, accepting his King's last wish.
"Take this," Goau said and gave Vargas the royal sword. "Seal it, Vargas. Nobody shall know that this is the royal sword. Varie will explain Van everything when he's old enough."
"Yes, Your Highness," Vargas said again.
It was when they heard the voices. They heard the cries from the invaders in the distance. Soon they would be there. Soon they would get them.
"Now go," Goau said. "I'll stop them. Maybe I can talk to Folken."
"Daddy!" Van whimpered. "Don't leave us!"
"I'm sorry, Van," the King said and took his son out of Varie's arms. "I have to leave but Vargas will take care of you."
"Why does Folken do such things?" Van whined in his father's shoulder and Goau could hardly understand him because the sound of the fires and fights in the hallways was incredibly loud.
"I don't know," Goau whispered sadly.
Varie joined them and encirled her husband's waist with shaking arms. She leaned against his chest and sobbed into his shoulder. Goau embraced her with his free hand and pressed her even closer to his body, whispering soothing words into her ear but she only cried harder. Vargas watched the family with sad eyes. He knew that it was probably the last time that they were together. And they knew it, too.
"Please, don't leave us, Goau," Varie begged, her voice shaking.
"Don't worry, I'll join you later," he said and smiled warmly at her.
"Liar," she whispered, looking up and tears were streaming down her cheeks.
Instead of replying, Goau bent down and kissed her softly. Van watched his parents. He saw the tears in his mother's eyes and saw the smile on his father's face. Never would he forget this moment when they were united for the last time.
"Father!", a voice suddenly drowned the noises around them.
Goau spun around and spotted his oldest son at the end of the hallway, a group of soldiers behind him. The King hastily gave Van back to Varie and kissed him on the cheek.
"You must leave now!" he said. "Hurry up!"
"Your Highness!" Vargas said and handed Goau his own sword. "Be careful."
The King took the sword, smiling and turned around. Determined, he walked down the hallway towards his other son.
"Daddy!" Van cried and Varie struggled to calm him. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"
"Van, don't worry, everything will be alright." she said and tears were rolling down her cheeks.
Van didn't listen and continued to call his father. He tried to free himself out of his mother's grip. He wanted to stay with his father so badly. He didn't want to leave him behind. He knew if they now left he would never see him again. He watched the back of his father becoming smaller and smaller in the distance. The picture was imprinted in his mind. He saw the dark sillouette of his father, illuminated by the innumerable fires around him. Van stared at his father until the ceiling which was weakened by the fires fell to the ground and blocked his view. It had been the last time he had seen his father.
~end flashback~
Van's auburn eyes snapped open and he stared at Hitomi.
"I must see the sword!" he said and straightened, ignoring the pain it caused on his back.
"Not now," Hitomi replied and rose from the chair, she was sitting on as well. "Dryden sais you need to rest."
"Just let me see the sword," Van said and got off the bed, the sheets falling from his body, leaving him only in his beige pants.
"No listen, you really should lie back down!" Hitomi ordered angrily, trying to look him straight into his eyes. She had to force herself not to stare at his bare chest.
"But-" he started to complain but then paused confused.
What was happening now? His legs didn't follow his orders anymore. He wanted to take a step ahead but his legs didn't move! And why was the world around him spinning so fast? Oh, his head hurt. And was he falling? It seemed so because the wooden floor was coming closer and closer. Hitomi catched him before he could hit the ground. She was on her knees and Van leaned against her. She sighed heavily.
"And that's why you should lie in your bed!" she growled. "Now come, I help you to stand up."
"Please, can I rest here just a moment?" he asked quietly into her shoulder and encircled her waist.
Hitomi felt the heat rush into her cheeks and her heartbeat increasing even more. That was this feeling again! This feeling only he caused! She had thought that every man would cause such a feeling but she had been wrong. She had talked with Amano for hours and even talked with Dryden but she hadn't felt the way near them she felt near Van! Her cheeks hadn't been as hot as they were now and her heart hadn't beated so loud that she could hardly understand her own thoughts when she had talked with the other men. Why was it so different with Van? Why did he made it so hard for her to think straight? Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to allow him to rest against her.
"I-I don't know...," she tailed off, feeling him tighten the embrace.
"Please," he begged in a whisper and Hitomi sighed.
"Okay," she replied and felt him relax.
She sat there on the ground infront of Van's bed, stiff as a board in his arms. It was quite uncomfortable. He wasn't really light and her back started to ache. But she couldn't push him off, could she? But maybe it was more comfortable when she...but she just couldn't ...but it was so damn uncomfortable...she gulped. Slowly, her arms encircled his neck and hesitantly, she leaned a bit forward to rest her head in the crook of his neck. Van moved a bit only to nuzzle into her shoulder again. Her cheeks were burning and her heart would break through her ribcage in a few moments. She just knew it. But by the Gods, it was so comfortable and he was so warm. So wonderful warm. She felt as if a warm cloak was wrapped around her. She tightened the embrace around his neck.
What the hell was she doing here? She was sitting on the ground, cradled in Van's arms and enjoyed his presence. When did she say that she enjoyed it? She wasn't enjoying that! She was only sitting there because he wanted her to stay. So, he wanted her to stay and she just followed his order? When had she started to listen to a man? No, it wasn't that way. He was injured and she couldn't just stand up and go. So, she couldn't? Yeah, she couldn't! She was...why was she always searching for excuses? Did she want him to stay so close to her? Did she want him to embrace her?
Hitomi was too busy with arguing with herself to notice that she was running her hand through Van's hair at the back of his head and fondling his neck. Van, of course, didn't mind. He had his eyes closed and enjoyed her closeness and her tender caress. He wanted to stroke her back and create small circles on it. He wanted to make little knots in her long hair but he didn't dare to move because he didn't want her to snap out of her trance. He only hoped that she didn't notice the goosebumps she was causing on his skin. A blissful smile on his face, he enjoyed every second he could hold her, he could feel her close to him.
"I thought I would die there at the marketplace. I didn't expect you to come," he whispered and his warm breath tickled her neck. "Why did you rescue me?"
Hitomi gave a laugh. "I don't know," she said, still fondling his neck. "I simply don't know."
Van smiled. "Thank you, nevertheless," he whispered.
"Nevermind," she replied. "But I would say the moment is over, isn't it? You really should go back to bed."
Slowly, she leaned back, forcing him to lift his head from her shoulder and his warmth seeped out of her. Van growled in protest but leaned back as well. His arms still around her waist. Her arms still around his neck. She looked straight into his reddish brown eyes, his face only a breath away from her. Her heart leaped a beat when she noticed how close she was to him and gasped.
She really should stop it now. She should go now. She should...Gods, his eyes were so beautiful. There was this look in them again she had seen at the marketplace. So warm and caring and vulnerable. She could sit there and look into his eyes for the rest of her life. She liked this sparkle within their depths. She liked the way his black strands always fell into his view. She removed her right hand from behind his neck and stroked the unruly strands out of his face. But that wasn't her who did this. It couldn't be her. She was just watching and someone else was commanding her hands. But if she really just watched why could she feel his silky hair between her fingers, why could she feel his soft skin under her fingertips? Her hand slowly slid down his temple and traced across his cheek until she reached his lips.
And once again it was as if they were casting a spell on her, making it impossible for her to speak, to think, to complain, to resist. And ever so carefully she touched his lips with her index and middle finger. They were so soft, so unbelievable soft. She didn't withdraw her hand when he kissed her fingertips but smiled. Why did she smile? Why had she touched his lips? And why were her eyelids suddenly so incredibly heavy? It was so strenuous to keep her eyes open by looking at his lips. The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes was that Van tilted his head slowly to the side. Her right hand joined the other one around his neck again, allowing him to pull her slowly closer. She liked the feeling of his arms around her waist. She liked his scent everywhere around her, she liked the sound of his calm breaths, she liked the tickling feeling his hair caused on her arms. Her heart leaped a beat when she felt his breath fan over her face, causing a warm sensation in her stomach. She smiled and parted her lips lightly, taking a deep breath. He was so close that she could almost feel his lips on her ones. Everything he had to do was pull her a little bit closer. She felt his fingers twitch at her back. Only tiny little bit. Hitomi's whole body was tickling in anticipation and she was just about to explode when the door was pushed open, making the spell break.
Hitomi gasped, opening her eyes and jumped to her feet and out of Van's arms. Her eyes flickered across the room, making her look like a hunted animal. She spotted Dryden in the doorway, bandages and a red shirt in his hands. He looked at her with a questioning look behind his glasses.
"Everything alright?" He spotted Van sitting on the ground, his head lowered to the ground and his face hidden behind his black hair and Hitomi who tried to vanish inside the wall behind her.
"Yes. Yes," she said hastily, a little bit too hastily. "We just wanted to...I-I mean I wanted to...he didn't listen...Van fell from the bed and- and...I was just about to help him, I mean..."
Gods, she didn't even made sense to herself. She had to go. Immediately! She couldn't risk to stay in the same room with him any longer. That had to stop. She wasn't able to control herself when she was close to him. She had to go or she would regret it for her entire life, she would make the biggest mistake an Amazon could do. She had to go!
"O-kay," Dryden said slowly, trying to guess what Hitomi had just tried to explain.
"I-I should g-go now," she stuttered and walked to the door. "You care for his wounds, d-don't you?"
"Of course," Dryden replied, confused.
Without looking back at Van, Hitomi reached for the doorknob and left the room. She closed the door carefully behind her and leaned at the wall beside it, closing her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she slowly slid down the wall and sat on the floor. Her whole body was shaking. She sobbed quietly and hugged her knees. And then she cried.
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"What happened at the marketplace?" Folken asked coldly looking at Dilandau who kneeled infront of him, his head lowered. "He was supposed to hang!"
"I know," Dilandau replied.
"Fine, if you know!" Folken barked angrily and Dilandau ducked even more. "What happened?"
"I don't know," the silver-haired man answered quietly. "I wasn't there when it happened. Some soldiers said that someone had rescued him. They had killed the soldiers at the marketplace and had fled then on horseback."
"They know about his true identity!" Folken said. "They must know it! Why else should they rescue him? I wonder if he knew them and if he told them about it. Did you see them, Dilandau? Did you see his saviors?"
"It were two women, two girls and a man," Dilandau looked up. "I only saw the man closely when I bumped into him at the stairs of the palace...," he trailed off, seeing the look on Folken's face.
"He was here in the palace?" Folken asked in disbelieve. "How could he enter? There are guards everywhere!"
"Maybe because he is a guard himself," Dilandau stated dryly.
"What?" Folken shouted and the word reveberated through the room. "Do you want to say that one of my guards betrayed me?"
"Maybe," Dilandau made an evasive answer. "He only wore the uniform of the guards of the palace. It doesn't mean that he was a guard. Maybe he..."
"You said two women had helped him, too?" Folken interupted him.
"Yes," Dilandau answered. "They were awaiting the man. They separated when we followed them. The man took the two girls. I followed the woman who rode together with him. She later joined another woman. They were quite tough."
"Tough?" Folken repeated, surprised.
"Yes, My Lord," the silver-haired soldier replied. "The red-haired woman had a sword at her waist and the other one carried a bow. I don't want to offend you, My Lord, but they looked like...like-"
"Amazons?" Folken asked and Dilandau nodded hesitantly. "That's impossible! How dare you accuse our allies?"
"I'm sorry, My Lord," Dilandau uttered.
"The Amazons always keep their promise, they would never betray me!" Folken glared at him.
"Yes, My Lord," Dilandau said through gritted teeth.
"But I wonder who they were and what this man was doing in the palace," Folken mused, looking to the ground. "Wouldn't he have been of more use at the marketplace?"
"He stole the sword," Dilandau said and Folken slowly looked up.
"Which sword?" he asked.
"Van's sword," Dilandau replied and Folken's eyes widened.
"What? But why should they steal this sword?" he asked confused. "It isn't the royal sword. There was no crest. It's useless. Why..." he trailed off and turned to the window. "Did you lie to me, brother?"
Dilandau looked at Folken and saw that he clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles striked out white. He prepared himself for his Lord's outburst.
"Thank you, Dilandau," Folken said quietly. "You can leave now."
Dilandau blinked, confused. "A-as you wish," he stuttered and left the room as fast as he could.
When Dilandau had disappeared, Folken walked to the window and looked at the city infront of him. So, his little brother was still alive? That was a problem. But somehow he had known it wouldn't be that easy to get rid of him. Van was a fighter. Old blood was running through his veins, strong blood. The same blood which was running through Folken's veins. And it seemed as if fate had other plans with his brother. Plans, different from his own ones. They hadn't met for the last time, that was for sure.
"My Lord?" A voice beside him suddenly asked.
"Yes, Isaac?" Folken replied, without looking at his advisor.
"Your brother will probably go to Freid and claim it himself," he said suggestively. "But it is your's, My Lord. He will take it away from you. You won't be able to stop him once he took possession of it. He will take everything away from you. Do you want to allow that?"
Folken remained silent and continued looking out of the window. He felt Isaac leaning closer. Folken felt his advisor's breath at his ear when he spoke and it sent shivers down his spine.
"You must take some action against it," Isaac whispered in Folken's ear and his voice sounded like the hissing of a snake. "You must give the order to attack. You must take it away from him."
Folken clenched his fists again. "You're right," he said slowly. "Prepare my ship. We will set out as soon as possible."
"Yes, My Lord," Isaac said and smiled.
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And there she was again, on a ship with absolutely no clue what to do next. That seemed to happen frequently, recently. They were on their way to Freid. Dryden had said that it was the best they could do, at the moment. He knew someone in Freid and it would be no problem to stay there for a while. Would she stay, too? Or would she leave? Was it even right to travel to Freid? But Thetis hadn't said anything so Hitomi guessed it was okay to travel with them. The goddess would have told Hitomi if she was going in the wrong direction.
She wondered what would await her in Freid. She wondered if her journey would be over there. Maybe the dragon would be there and she could help him and then she could finally return. But there was nobody awaiting her in Skythia. Lea wasn't there. What had happened after she had left? Had it been accident that Lea was in Fanelia at exactly the same time she herself was there? Somehow, she couldn't believe that it had happened without purpose. Something was going on. Something she couldn't even imagine. So much had happened during the last few weeks, it just couldn't have happened by chance. But then she had to wonder if it had been accident too that she had met Yukari, that she had met Van.
That name again! She didn't want to think of him anymore! She had been at the wrong time at the wrong place and that's why she had met him! That's all and nothing more! It was no higher power who had brought them together but just a stupid accident! She ran a hand over her face, trying to clear her mind. Touching her eyes, she felt that they were still swolen. She couldn't believe that she had cried! And she didn't even know why! She had sat there at the ground and had cried her heart out without a reason! She hadn't been able to stop the tears falling. They had just rushed down her face and she could do nothing but sob. But she had to admit that she had felt a lot better after that. Somehow she had felt immensely released. It was strange. She had changed so much during the last few weeks that she didn't even know herself anymore. She sighed heavily.
Her feet had led her to the stables by themselves. She smiled. Back at home, the stables had always been the place where she had hidden, where she had found a little bit peace. It seemed that it was the same now. She walked along the narrow hallway, searching for her horse. Dust could always cheer her up. She could tell him everything and he never told it anyone. She could trust him. Suddenly a loud snort made her stop. Hitomi turned to the side only to look in a pair of sparkling reddish-brown eyes which were partly covered by strands of unruly black hair. It was incredible how much this horse looked like him. It even seemed that the stallion looked at her with the same amusement in his eyes with which he always looked at her.
"Hey Tarik," she said and walked to his horse.
The stallion walked towards her, allowing her to pat his neck.
"I can imagine that it's quite hard to have such an arrogant boss," she said and stroked his forehead. "But it's not easy for him, huh?"
Tarik neighed and nodded. "He is all alone. He is a King but has no country to rule. His own brother deceived him. You can say he has no family," She stopped stroking Tarik. "I can understand him, you know? But that means nothing, okay? It's just that I understand him. My mother died when I was a child. I've still nightmares. But he lost his mother, his father and his friend, Riad. It must be very hard for him. Maybe that is the reason why he is like he is. I-I don't hate him but..." she trailed off.
What was she doing here? She was talking to a horse! And she had just admitted that she didn't hate Van! Was she crazy? It was part of the Amazon law. She was teached that way since she was a child! She couldn't say she didn't hate him just like that, as if it meant nothing to her! But maybe it was only the thin air up here in the sky. She wasn't used to it. She was confused. Yeah, she was confused.
"No, I hate him," she looked at Tarik again who looked at her, all in a fluster. "And you know why?"
"He can be so annoying!" she cried. "Do you think he can get any more arrogant? I bet he will as soon as he's king, I mean really a king. Everyone will serve him and they will all look up to him and all the pretty princesses will pounce on him like little dogs, trying to get his attention. 'I'm pretty, Your Highness. Choose me!' and then the next one sais, 'Oh no, I'm prettier. Choose me!' " she imitated in a high pitched voice, making Tarik snort in protest.
"Yes, they act this way!" Hitomi said determined. "Believe me. I heard a lot about them. Lea often told me about the princesses she had seen when she had met the king of another country. Yeah, and he will think they're pretty and he'll choose one of these...these 'women' and will make her his queen. I can't understand them. Do they have any pride? I would never sink so low and show off infront of such a stupid and arrogant man like him!"
"And I would never choose such a stubborn and conceived woman like you as well!" a voice from behind said, making her shriek in shock and swirl around.
There he was, leaning casually at the doorframe, the light of the setting sun surrounding him. He wore his usual beige pants and the black boots. Instead of his brown shirt he wore the red sleeveless one Dryden had given to him. It exposed his muscular arms which were crossed in front of his chest. She remembered the situation in which they had been earlier this day and at once her heartbeat increased and she blushed extremely. She felt his arms around her waist and the warmth of his body on her skin. He had been so close. So unbelievable close. And they had almost kissed. Seeing his lips close in front of her, she shook her head violantly and tried to chase the picture out of her mind.
"How long have you been listening?" she hissed angrily.
"Long enough," he replied and pushed himself off of the wall, heading in her direction.
Hitomi glared at him and her cheeks glowed red. Had he heard everything she had said? Had he heard that she had lost her mother? Had he heard that she understood him, that she didn't hate him? No, she didn't want him to know about that! She didn't want that he knew what was on her mind! It were her privat thoughts! He would make use of it! He would tease her! Why was it suddenly so dark? Hitomi blinked confused and jerked extremely when she found him standing directly infront of her, looking her straight into the eye.
"What do you want?" she hissed and glared at him, regaining her composure.
"I want you to..." He leaned even closer. She felt his breath tickle over her skin and the scent of his fresh-washed shirt filled her nostrils. She saw that his shirt was unbottoned at the top, revealing a little part of his chest which was covered by white bandages. Her cheeks were on fire. Was he challenging her? Well, she wouldn't retreat!
"Yes?" she asked and their noses were almost touching. She looked directly into his reddish-brown eyes but this time there wasn't this sparkle within them. They were cold and sad. What was wrong with him?
"I want you to go out of my way," he replied and her eyes narrowed in confusion. "I want to brush my horse, if you don't mind."
"No need to be so rude," Hitomi said quietly and stepped away from Tarik. What was wrong with him? "What's biting you?"
"Nothing," he lied, without looking at her.
"Van, what's wrong?" she asked, even more confused.
He didn't reply. It seemed as if he wanted to say something but then shook his head lightly and grabbed a brush which lay in Tarik's box. He began to gently brush the black stallion. Hitomi looked at Van but then shrugged. Was it her problem? If he didn't want to tell her what was wrong then let it be. She didn't want to know it, anyways. She didn't care. Turning around, she glanced on last time at him and her eyes softened. He was so sad. She didn't like it when he was so sad. He had already suffered so much and didn't deserve it to be ever sad again. Why didn't he want to talk to her? Slowly, she turned around when his voice stopped her.
"Why didn't you tell me that the Amazons are in Fanelia?" he asked, making her gasp.
"How do you know?" She looked at him, her eyes wide in shock.
"Folken told me," Van answered shortly.
"What did he say?" she asked. "Did he say why they came to Fanelia? Do you know the reason?"
"You don't know why they are in Fanelia?" he replied, surprised.
"No, I don't," she answered. "Yukari only told me that she had seen Lea, my queen, in Fanelia. But Yukari didn't know why either. Tell me, why are they in Fanelia?"
"The Amazons are Folken's allies," Van said quietly. "They are now at the border to Freid, waiting for his order to attack. Folken will declare war on Freid."
"What?" Hitomi shouted in disbelieve. That was the reason why Lea was in Fanelia? She was helping Folken to fight against Freid? That couldn't be! Why should she do something like that? The Amazons had nothing to do with Fanelia or Freid! Why should Lea agree to fight against Freid? What had happened?
"Why will Folken declare war on Freid?" she asked, confused.
"Because the Duke of Freid has something Folken wants to have," he explained. "But the Duke of Freid doesn't give it to him and that's why Folken wants to force him to hand it over. Even if it means war."
"Why doesn't he hand it out?", Hitomi asked.
"My father once asked the Duke of Freid to hide it and to give it only to them who has the royal sword of Fanelia. And only to them," Van said.
"What is it?" Hitomi was sick of Van talking in riddles. "What is it that Folken wants to have at any costs? What is it, the Duke of Freid protects though it means war?"
"Escaflowne," he answered matter-of-factly.
"Esca-what?" she replied.
"You don't know Escaflowne?" Van looked at her, a confused look on his face. "You don't know the white dragon?"
"No," she shook her head. "And don't say it as if I'm stupid or something! I...," she paused. "Did you say white dragon?"
Van nodded. "Yeah, Escaflowne is the white dragon who protects Fanelia. He was a gift from the Ispanos to the King of Fanelia. It's an old legend and I can't remember anymore why they gave him to the King. Escaflowne is very powerful and I can't let Folken have him."
Hitomi didn't mind that he couldn't remember anymore. She didn't even listen! Her eyes looked straight through Van as if he was made of air, her heart beated like mad against her rib cage and a smile started to appear on her face. White dragon! Could it be? She remembered Van's words. She remembered the name of the inn where he had stayed when he had met Merle- White Dragon. The picture of a ship she had seen in Alexandria flashed through her mind. She saw the name, carved into the wooden hull- White Dragon. It seemed that this name had chased her during the whole journey. It couldn't be accident! It simply couldn't be! Hints? Had it been hints, Thetis had given her without her noticing? Could it mean that this Escaflowne was the dragon she should find? That Escaflowne was the dragon she should help? Could it mean that her search was over, that she finally could fullfill Thetis' wish?
"Hitomi, everything alright?" Van's voice made her snap out of it.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied but the absent look just didn't want to vanish from her face. "I leave you then." And with that she turned around and walked up to the deck.
"Yeah, like you always do," Van replied in a whisper and turned to Tarik in order to brush him, a sad look on his face.
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"Dryden, what did you do?" an outraged Van yelled, running towards the bridge.
The men who had gathered on the bridge jumped out of his way when he bursted through the door. He looked around, searching for Dryden and his auburn eyes glowed with rage. Spotting the captain at a window on the other side of the room, Van slowly walked over to him.
"Dryden," he growled angrily when he reached him but the brown-haired man just smiled.
Van snarled and without hesitating, he pinned Dryden to the wall behind him. "You recovered quite fast," Dryden stated calmly.
"What did you do?" Van shouted, outraged.
"Nothing," Dryden replied innocently.
"Nothing?" Van yelled in disbelieve. "You're landing in the center of Freid's capital, in front of the palace, almost the whole royal army of Freid is awaiting us down there at the landing-strip and you say that you did nothing?"
"Well, I did nothing bad," the captain corrected himself. "Calm down, Van. I've everything under control."
"You-" Van hissed but was interupted by an angry feminine voice.
"Dryden, are you completely crazy?" Yukari yelled from the door, the other three girls and Amano behind her. "I knew you would do something stupid but I couldn't imagine it would be that stupid! I should chop off your head right now!"
"Yukari, no!" Amano said and grabbed her arm when she made an attempt to walk to Dryden. She wouldn't kill him but he knew she would at least hurt him.
"You guys can't take a joke, huh?" Dryden asked, still pinned to the wall by Van.
"NO!" they all shouted at the same time, making him chuckle.
"Okay, I got it," he said. "And if His Majesty now releases my collar I can explain everything."
Van snorted and let go of Dryden. "Thank you very much," he said, bowing lightly and walked to the door.
"Spoilsports," he complained and left the bridge.
A big grin on his face, he walked through the hallways of his ship, heading to the landing stage. She was there. Down there, somewhere in the palace, she was waiting for him without even knowing it. He would finally see her again. After all these months, he would see her again. He quickened his pace and so did his heart. It was beating madly in his chest. He passed a corner and knocked one of his men to the ground. He didn't even notice. Everything that was on his mind was her. He reached the deck and ran to the stage. Some of his men were hiding behind boxes while they watched the soldiers who stood at the bottom of the stage.
"Dryden, wait for us!" He stopped and turned around.
Amano walked in his direction and the others were following him. The group reached Dryden and looked down at the soldiers. Right beside the landing stage, stood two giants made of iron. Their black and green armor reflected the sunlight and made Dryden and the others blink. The two giants didn't move. They only stood there like ominous sculptures, each of them holding a spear in their hand. It was quite clear that there was no chance of escape anymore.
"What's that?" Gabriella shrieked when she pushed her way past Hitomi.
"Guymelefs," Dryden answered and looked at them again.
"Guymelefs?" Gabriella repeated, fascinated. "Do they...do they live?"
Dryden chuckled lightly. "No, they don't live. But the pilot who sits inside of this heap of iron and controls it, does live."
"Wow," the girl replied.
Guymelefs. Hitomi knew them. She had seen Guymelefs once, a long time ago. It had been in the battle in which her mother had died. She had sat in the camp after Lea had dragged her away from her mother. The earth had suddenly started to shake, the birds had fled from the forests and the trees had rustled although there had been no wind. And then, they had appeared. They had broken through the trees as if they were just withered brushwood. Guymelefs. More and more had come out of the forest and had stomped over the plain, leaving big holes where their feet touched the ground. Never would she forget that moment.
"I really hope you know what you're doing," Amano whispered to Dryden, not wanting the others to hear.
"Yeah, and I hope that he's really the King of Fanelia," Dryden whispered back. He glanced seriously at Amano and then said loudly, "Well, let's greet them!"
Dryden was the first to enter the stage and the others followed him. They spotted a blond haired man standing in front of the soldiers. He wore a blue uniform and his unsheatened sword sparkled in the sunlight. He seemed to be their leader.
"You landed in front of the palace without permission!" he yelled towards them. "I'm Allen Shezar, Knight Caeli of Asturia, and in the name of the Duke of Freid I arrest you!"
And with that the soldiers left their position behind Allen and stormed towards the group which had just left the landing stage. Hitomi and Yukari pushed the two girls in their middle and prepared themselves to protect them. Van was just about to unsheat his sword when Dryden's voice reached his ears.
"Let it happen," he whispered. "Trust me and let it happen."
Van looked at Dryden, his hands still on the hilt of his sword.
"Please," Dryden begged quietly and Van released his grip.
Just then, two soldiers reached his side and grabbed him by his arms, making it impossible for him to move them. He struggled and tried to free himself out of their grip but they only tightened their hold on him. He winced when he felt his fingertips start to tingle. It hurt. Looking around, he saw that the others were in the same uncomfortable position. He clenched his fists. He really hoped that Dryden knew what he was doing. Getting arrested was the last thing he needed, at the moment!
Hearing soft footsteps, Van turned around and spotted the knight walking towards them. Reaching them, the blond haired man eyed every member of the small group. Van stiffened when he watched the knight's gaze rest on Hitomi, looking her up and down. A feeling of pure hatred was rushing through him, seeing the sparkle within the knight's blue eyes. But this feeling was different from the hatred he had felt for his whole life. He had never felt this way before. It was a strong feeling, making him want to rip the knight to pieces. He clenched his fists even tighter.
Hitomi didn't saw it. She was glaring at the man in front of her. She didn't like the way he looked at her, the way he scrutinized her. He wasn't looking at someone else but only stared at her. She felt unease. She wanted to turn away but she just couldn't give in to this man. That's why she continued to glare back and he seemed to even like it because his lips curved up into a smile. Hitomi felt unbelievable humilated. She was a proud Amazon and wasn't used to be at a man's mercy.
"If you were a true knight you wouldn't look at her like she was a piece of meat," a calm voice suddenly said, breaking the silence.
Everyone turned towards Van who looked at Allen, his reddish-brown eyes glowing with hatred. Allen smiled at the raven-haired youth and Hitomi blushed deep red.
"Ah, her little protector has a voice," Allen replied mockingly.
"She doesn't need a protector," Van said, ignoring the teasing.
Hitomi blushed even more. What was wrong with her? Was it because of him? Was it because he was protecting her? But she shouldn't blush because of that. She was an Amazon. She should take it as an insult! She could speak for herself! She didn't need him to...she liked it. What? No! No, she didn't like it, she didn't...she...she...She what? No more arguments? Couldn't she find more arguments to prove that she didn't like it? Or maybe she just didn't want to find more ones because she...No! No, she didn't! She didn't like it! She didn't like that he was protecting her! She didn't like that there was someone who cared so much for her, she didn't like that he respected her as a woman, she didn't like that he accepted her as an equal, she didn't like that...What the hell, was she thinking? It made no sense! Her thoughts were absolutely inconsistent! Her whole mind was a mess. And why? Because of him. Just because of him.
"So, we are a gentleman, huh?" Allen interupted her thoughts and took a step towards Van. "Who are you?"
"That's not important," Dryden interfered before Van could even open his mouth. "Bring us to the Duke of Freid so that we can explain everything."
"You're prisoners!" Allen said angrily. "You have no right to demand anything!"
"But it is very important!" Dryden insisted, slightly annoyed because of the stubborn knight. "We have some important information about the imminent war between Freid and Fanelia."
"What?" Allen shouted in disbelieve. "How do you know about the war? You must be spies from Fanelia!"
"No, we aren't spies," Dryden said slowly. Only a few seconds more and Dryden would reach his limit of patience. "Please, let us explain everything to the Duke!"
Allen remained silent. He seemed to struggle wether to let them speak in front of the Duke or not. "Okay," he finally said and looked at them. "We bring them to the Duke. He shall decide what to do with them."
And with that the soldiers pulled them to their feet and forced them to follow Allen. The knight had turned around and walked in front of the group. Hitomi's blush was slowly subsiding. She glanced at Van out of the corner of her eyes. He looked to the ground while the soldiers dragged him along the street.
"Good choice, Hitomi. He's cute," she heard Yukari's voice whisper in her ear and at once her cheeks were deep red again.
Yukari snickered beside her but Hitomi pretended not to notice it. She stared to the ground. She had to be careful. It was so obvious now that Yukari already noticed it. Just a moment-what was obvious? There was nothing what she could hide from Yukari or the others, right? Right? Yeah, there was nothing. Yukari was only making fun of her. She didn't mean it serious. Hitomi glanced at Van again- and met his auburn eyes. He looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face. Hitomi's heart leaped two or three beats and then decided to sink to the hollows of her knees, making her legs shake. She tried to remain calm and turned away as slowly as possible, not noticing that she was holding her breath. Was there really nothing?
"Wow, is this a real palace?" Gabriella asked curiously and stared at the palace in front of her with wide eyes.
"Yes, it is," Yukari replied. "And soon you'll meet a real Duke and I would like you to be completely quiet, okay? It's very impolite to speak when you're not asked to."
"Okay," Gabriella nodded wildly and added with a serious voice, "Don't worry, I'll be as quiet as a mouse. You won't even notice that I'm there."
"Fine," Yukari said and smiled.
They were led into the throne hall where the Duke of Freid was already awaiting them. To their surprise it was a little boy. A little boy with short blond hair and blue eyes. Hitomi wouldn't have believed that he was the Duke if there wasn't the golden crown which was placed on his helmet. He was pacing in front of the throne, his small sword dangling back and forth with every step he took. A tall woman with long ash-blond hair, wearing a tight-fitting dress stood beside him. When the boy heard the group enter he stopped his pacing and looked up. The soldiers stopped at the stairs which lead to the throne and forced their prisoners to their knees. Hitomi growled in dislike but didn't dare to oppose when she saw the look Yukari and Amano gave her.
"Who are you?" the Duke of Freid asked, his eyes sparkling with curiousity. "I hadn't had guests who landed directly in front of the palace for ages."
A small smile crept upon Dryden's features. "I'm very sorry if we offended you but we have important reasons to do so," he said and bowed his head lightly.
"Be careful, Duke Chid," Allen said and joined the Duke's side. "Maybe they are sent by Lord Folken."
"No, we are definitely not sent by Lord Folken," Dryden replied. "I'm just a simple merchant. My name is-"
"Dryden!" a voice suddenly shrieked from behind.
Every head in the room turned towards the blond-haired woman who had suddenly appeared in the doorway. She wore black pants and a light pink blouse. A look of pure disbelieve was lying on her beautiful face. Both of her shaking hands were covering her mouth and she wasn't breathing.
"Dryden," she whispered his name again.
"Yes, Millerna-darling," Dryden said and grinned widely. "That's my name."
She gave a laugh and then ran towards Dryden. She fell to her knees and flung her hands around his neck when she reached him. Tears were rushing down her cheeks while she cried and laughed and kissed him fiercly on the cheek. She couldn't believe that it was him. He was in Freid! He was here with her in Freid! She had thought he was at the other side of Gaea. Why hadn't he told her that he was in Freid in a letter? Why not? She narrowed her eyes which were still full of tears and looked at him.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were in Freid?" she asked and poked him in the ribs.
"Ouch!" Dryden pretended to be hurt but couldn't hide his grin. "Well, let's say some very interesting people suddenly bursted into my life and changed my plans as they pleased."
"Millerna?" a whisper suddenly caught Millerna's attention, making her look up.
"Oh my holy...Hitomi!" Millerna's eyes widened to the limit when she spotted the Amazon kneeling behind Dryden. "What are you doing here?"
"What are YOU doing here?" Hitomi replied, her eyes as wide as Millerna's ones.
"Millerna!" a feminine voice reached their ears. "Do you know these people?"
"O-of course, Eries," Millerna stuttered still in shock over the sudden appearance of a group of people she had thought would never cross her way again.
"Well then, maybe at last someone can tell who they are and what they want here!" Allen said impatiently.
"Allen!" Chid scolded. "Don't be so rude to aunt Millerna's friends."
"But Duke Chid!" Allen complained. "They landed disrespectfully in front of the palace and..." He couldn't say more.
"It's enough Allen," the young Duke said firmly and glared at the knight. "I know that. But they say they have important reason and-"
"But..." Allen interfered.
"And they are aunt Millerna's friends!" Chid continued ignoring Allen's complains. "I think we can trust them. Let go of them."
Hearing the Duke's order, the soldiers let go of them and they stood up. "And now, please tell why you're here."
Dryden and Amano stepped aside, revealing Van who stood behind them. "I'm here to claim Escaflowne!" he said firmly.
It was completely quiet in the room and everyone seemed to held their breath.
"What?" Allen asked, surprised.
"I'm here to claim Escaflowne," Van repeated calmly.
"You too?" the Duke asked. "Maybe you don't know but you're not the only one who wants to have Escaflowne. Lord Folken of Fanelia is standing at the border to my country with a huge army and threatens to declare war on Freid if I refuse to hand out Escaflowne."
"But I won't threaten you," Van replied and looked up to Chid. "I won't threaten you because I don't need to."
Slowly, Van unsheatened his sword, making the glowing metal sing. The guards who had watched him from aside and Allen quickly unsheatened their swords as well and took a step towards him. The Duke didn't move. Van looked him straight in the eye, taking two steps ahead and before the guards or even Allen could reach him, he slammed his sword with all his strength and edge-first on the step. A light noise echoed through the hall when metal splintered and the guards stopped dead in her tracks. They created a semicircle around Van, watching him raise from his knees. He lifted his sword and the blade reflected the light. The Duke of Freid gasped and took a step back while his guards were falling to their knees, spotting the crest of Fanelia at the bottom of Van's sword.
"Because I'm Van Fanel, the King of Fanelia!" The seal was finally broken.
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Well then, on with the story!!!
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Oh yeah, before I forget: Vargas is Balgus.
CHAPTER 10 Revelation
~Dryden, my love,
I hope you received the letter. It's quite hard to send a letter without knowing where exactly you are. I'm now on my way to Freid. Father asked me to go there and help Eries. I don't know what had happened. He didn't tell me. But it must be something really important. I'm afraid, Dryden. I'm afraid of what will await me there. I'm afraid that something bad had happened. And I'm afraid of what they will say. Will they hate me, Dryden? Will they hate me for running away? I left Eries all alone with all the work. Dryden, I don't want her to hate me. What can I do to make her forgive me? I dont know. I simply don't know. Dryden, I need you. I want you here by my side but I know it's impossible. You and your merchant fleet. What's your next destination? Probably some country at the other side of the planet. That would be just like you. I hope the journey is successful. I miss you.
Love, Millerna~
Slowly, Dryden folded the letter from Millerna and smiled lightly. He looked out of the window of his cabin and his glasses reflected the sunlight. Outside, clouds and birds were passing by. He grinned.
"Millerna, I'm not at the other side of the planet," he said. "You wouldn't believe how close I am."
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It hurt! It hurt so damn much! It hurt so much he wanted to cry. His back felt as if it was on fire, as if someone was sratching over his back with burning nails, leaving streams of pure pain behind. Van moaned into the pillow he was lying on. Was there nobody who could make this pain end? He didn't want to suffer anymore. If it had been possible he would have fallen to his knees but so he could only beg silently to the Gods to make it end. Make it end!
And it seemed as if they had heard him. Suddenly, he felt gentle fingers trace across his back, causing goosebumps on his skin. Where they touched his back the pain was gone. Van relaxed a bit and sighed into his pillow. It was a wonderful feeling. He wanted it to never end. He wanted these fingers to caress his back until the end of time. He wanted to see who made his pain fade away. Slowly, he opened his eyes and turned his head to the side.
"And I thought you would never wake up," said a beautiful voice beside him.
"Hitomi?" he whispered and only the thought that it was her who caused this feeling made him smile. "It was you."
"Huh?" Hitomi replied. "What do you mean?"
"You made the pain fade away," he answered and looked at her.
"Well actually, it was this paste Dryden gave me," she stated and showed him the small bowl, filled with a white substance she held in her left hand.
Van grinned from ear to ear.
"Why are you grinning like that?" Hitomi asked with a raised brow.
"I was right," he replied. "You care."
"What?" Hitomi shrieked. "That's not true! I only cared for your wounds because nobody else wanted to do that! Especially Yukari. She said she had hurt you quite enough."
"If you say so," Van said, still grinning.
"Yes, I say so!" Hitomi growled, turning away and pouted, her cheeks bright red.
"Where am I?" He looked around, that means he tried to look around but it was quite impossible because he lay on his stomach.
"On Dryden's airship," Hitomi answered matter-of-factly, still pouting. "He was the guy with the glasses who bowed at first to you," she said and added quickly, "But don't expect me to do that! I would never sink so low to bow to you even if you're the King of Fanelia! And don't expect me to call you Your Highness or Your Majesty or King Van or-"
"I don't want you to call me that anyways," he interupted her softly.
"Huh?" Hitomi replied and looked at him.
"I don't like this formal stuff, that's all," he said, looking to the ground. "But please tell me, how did you know that I'm the King?"
Hitomi hesitated. Should she really tell him? Should she tell him that she had seen his mother die? He would be hurt or angry or worse. But after all he had the right to know, hadn't he?
"I had this crazy vision, the morning after you fell into that lake in Thessalia," Hitomi begun and Van looked up.
"A vision?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah," Hitomi nodded. "I think my pendant caused it but don't ask me how."
"What did you see?" Van asked.
"I-I saw...," she stuttered and took a deep breath. "I saw your mother die."
She didn't dare to look at him when she heard him inhale sharply. She knew she wouldn't have been able to bear the look in his eyes, the pain he felt by remembering these events. Quietly, she continued.
"I saw you in the desert in the burning camp of the Novadi," she said. "You kneeled at her side. Another man was holding her and she was bleeding so much. Gods, it was so much blood on the ground. A-and then she told you all these things, that you should return, that you should stop him and that you should take your father's sword. I-I didn't know what it meant until we reached Fanelia. You told this story about Lord Folken and then I left and then I saw you at the marketplace again and I couldn't believe that your business had been to kill Folken. But-but suddenly everything had made sense."
Hitomi had said all that without even breathing. Now, she took a mighty breath but continued quickly.
"Suddenly, I knew that you were the King of Fanelia," she said. "The puzzle was complete and I even figured out what that was all about your sword. I had known that there was something about it when I had seen it the first time. I just hadn't known what!"
"What do you mean?" Van suddenly asked, making her jerk. "Folken said it wasn't the right sword. It's useless. Though I'm the legitimate King, I can't prove it!"
A wide grin appeared on Hitomi's face. "Amano told me that he had found your sword in armory of the palace," she said. "He said that it had lain there as if someone had thrown it to the ground carelessly."
"You took my sword from the palace?" Van asked in disbelieve and Hitomi nodded.
"Did you ever inspected it closely?" she asked back and Van shook his head in response. "Well, I think Folken didn't either and I think he will be quite outraged when he gets to know that he had held the royal sword of Fanelia in his hands but had thrown it away!"
"What do you mean?" Van asked, getting more and more confused and Hitomi only grinned.
"It's sealed," she said and the grin even widened. "Your sword is sealed."
"What?", Van said and tried to raise from his lying position. "It is sealed? But how? I mean who? Who should have...", he trailed off when pictures from his past appeared before his eyes. "Oh my..."
~flashback~
"Daddy, what's the matter?" a little five years old boy asked, sitting up from his bed and rubbed his eyes. "Why did you wake me?"
"Come, Van!" his father said and took Van in his arms. "We have to leave the palace!"
"What?" Van asked and clung to his father's uniform. "But why and where's mummy?"
"Don't worry, Van," the King said and tightened the embrace around the small body of his son. "Vargas is with her."
Van nodded and nuzzled deeper into his father's shoulder. Goau ran through the room and kicked the door open. At once, Van began to cough when the smoke filled his nostrils and lungs. He looked around and his eyes widened. The carpets at the floor and at the walls were ablaze, causing an ominous light in the hallways. He heard the sound of fire, gnawing at wooden doors, he heard the screams of soldiers in the hallways, heard the clashing of swords. Goau noticed hi little son trembling in his arms and quickened his pace. He turned to the right and ran down the hallway.
"Daddy, what's happening?" Van asked, scared.
"Your brother," Goau said coldly.
"What?" Van replied, shocked. "Why should he do something like that?"
"Later, Van," his father answered and passed another corner.
Van was quiet. He clung to his father's uniform while the King ran through the burning hallways of the palace. The little boy saw dead men, lying on the floor and heard the moans of the wounded. It was horrible. Never had he experienced anything like that. His home was burning, the guards which had always smiled at him when he was running through the palace were dead. His young mind couldn't understand it. Why should anyone do something like that? Why should his brother do something like that? It was too much for Van. He was breathing hard and his reddish-brown eyes were wide in terror. What he saw, heard and smelled was creating a deep wound in his soul. A wound that would never heal completely, a wound that would leave a scar forever.
"Your Highness!" a deep voice suddenly shouted from behind.
The King turned around and spotted a tall man, walking towards him, a fragile woman with long black hair at his side.
"Mommy!" Van cried, spotting his mother and tried to free himself out of his father's grip.
Goau smiled lightly and bent down to set Van down to the ground. The littly boy ran to his mother as fast as he could and jumped into her embrace when he reached her.
"What's going on here, mommy?" Van asked into her dress.
"I don't know, darling," his mother replied quitely, running a hand through his messy hair.
Goau turned away from his wife and son and smiled at his best samurai. Vargas was almost a head taller than himself and as broad as a closet. His arms were as thick and as strong as the branches of the trees in the Fanelian forests and his hands were paws. A huge scar went over his left eye, making him look very threatening. Goau was glad to call Vargas his friend. The samurai would give his life for his King, without even hesitating. He had helped Goau so often and never demanded anything in reward. Goau didn't know what he would do without him.
"Thank you, Vargas," Goau said quietly.
"You don't need to thank me, Your Highness," Vargas replied. Of course, that was just like him, never demanding anything in reward, not even a "thank you".
Suddenly the noises around them increased, making Vargas look around in worry. "We should leave now," he said. "You aren't save here, anymore."
"You're right, Vargas!" Goau said and grabbed his old friend by his arm, determined. "Take Varie and Van and bring them to the airport! Everything is prepared. The airship will bring them to my brother Oaud."
"But Goau!" Varie complained.
"No, Varie," the King said and she knew he wouldn't accept her complain. "Oaud lives in the desert. He is a Novadi. He will take care of you. You're save there. They won't find you. And when the time has come and Van is grown up, he can return and claim his right! Van will stop him!"
"But Your Highness, I can't just leave you alone!" Vargas said and Goau smiled.
"Yes, you can," Goau replied. "Take care of my wife and my son and guide them to the airship. And then you'll bring Escaflowne to Freid as we planned. Explain Mahad everything and give him the letter. He will understand. The Duke of Freid will know that it is of extremely urgency to hide Escaflowne because if HE gets the Guymelef nobody will be able to stop him."
"Yes, Your Highness." Vargas said and bowed, accepting his King's last wish.
"Take this," Goau said and gave Vargas the royal sword. "Seal it, Vargas. Nobody shall know that this is the royal sword. Varie will explain Van everything when he's old enough."
"Yes, Your Highness," Vargas said again.
It was when they heard the voices. They heard the cries from the invaders in the distance. Soon they would be there. Soon they would get them.
"Now go," Goau said. "I'll stop them. Maybe I can talk to Folken."
"Daddy!" Van whimpered. "Don't leave us!"
"I'm sorry, Van," the King said and took his son out of Varie's arms. "I have to leave but Vargas will take care of you."
"Why does Folken do such things?" Van whined in his father's shoulder and Goau could hardly understand him because the sound of the fires and fights in the hallways was incredibly loud.
"I don't know," Goau whispered sadly.
Varie joined them and encirled her husband's waist with shaking arms. She leaned against his chest and sobbed into his shoulder. Goau embraced her with his free hand and pressed her even closer to his body, whispering soothing words into her ear but she only cried harder. Vargas watched the family with sad eyes. He knew that it was probably the last time that they were together. And they knew it, too.
"Please, don't leave us, Goau," Varie begged, her voice shaking.
"Don't worry, I'll join you later," he said and smiled warmly at her.
"Liar," she whispered, looking up and tears were streaming down her cheeks.
Instead of replying, Goau bent down and kissed her softly. Van watched his parents. He saw the tears in his mother's eyes and saw the smile on his father's face. Never would he forget this moment when they were united for the last time.
"Father!", a voice suddenly drowned the noises around them.
Goau spun around and spotted his oldest son at the end of the hallway, a group of soldiers behind him. The King hastily gave Van back to Varie and kissed him on the cheek.
"You must leave now!" he said. "Hurry up!"
"Your Highness!" Vargas said and handed Goau his own sword. "Be careful."
The King took the sword, smiling and turned around. Determined, he walked down the hallway towards his other son.
"Daddy!" Van cried and Varie struggled to calm him. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"
"Van, don't worry, everything will be alright." she said and tears were rolling down her cheeks.
Van didn't listen and continued to call his father. He tried to free himself out of his mother's grip. He wanted to stay with his father so badly. He didn't want to leave him behind. He knew if they now left he would never see him again. He watched the back of his father becoming smaller and smaller in the distance. The picture was imprinted in his mind. He saw the dark sillouette of his father, illuminated by the innumerable fires around him. Van stared at his father until the ceiling which was weakened by the fires fell to the ground and blocked his view. It had been the last time he had seen his father.
~end flashback~
Van's auburn eyes snapped open and he stared at Hitomi.
"I must see the sword!" he said and straightened, ignoring the pain it caused on his back.
"Not now," Hitomi replied and rose from the chair, she was sitting on as well. "Dryden sais you need to rest."
"Just let me see the sword," Van said and got off the bed, the sheets falling from his body, leaving him only in his beige pants.
"No listen, you really should lie back down!" Hitomi ordered angrily, trying to look him straight into his eyes. She had to force herself not to stare at his bare chest.
"But-" he started to complain but then paused confused.
What was happening now? His legs didn't follow his orders anymore. He wanted to take a step ahead but his legs didn't move! And why was the world around him spinning so fast? Oh, his head hurt. And was he falling? It seemed so because the wooden floor was coming closer and closer. Hitomi catched him before he could hit the ground. She was on her knees and Van leaned against her. She sighed heavily.
"And that's why you should lie in your bed!" she growled. "Now come, I help you to stand up."
"Please, can I rest here just a moment?" he asked quietly into her shoulder and encircled her waist.
Hitomi felt the heat rush into her cheeks and her heartbeat increasing even more. That was this feeling again! This feeling only he caused! She had thought that every man would cause such a feeling but she had been wrong. She had talked with Amano for hours and even talked with Dryden but she hadn't felt the way near them she felt near Van! Her cheeks hadn't been as hot as they were now and her heart hadn't beated so loud that she could hardly understand her own thoughts when she had talked with the other men. Why was it so different with Van? Why did he made it so hard for her to think straight? Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to allow him to rest against her.
"I-I don't know...," she tailed off, feeling him tighten the embrace.
"Please," he begged in a whisper and Hitomi sighed.
"Okay," she replied and felt him relax.
She sat there on the ground infront of Van's bed, stiff as a board in his arms. It was quite uncomfortable. He wasn't really light and her back started to ache. But she couldn't push him off, could she? But maybe it was more comfortable when she...but she just couldn't ...but it was so damn uncomfortable...she gulped. Slowly, her arms encircled his neck and hesitantly, she leaned a bit forward to rest her head in the crook of his neck. Van moved a bit only to nuzzle into her shoulder again. Her cheeks were burning and her heart would break through her ribcage in a few moments. She just knew it. But by the Gods, it was so comfortable and he was so warm. So wonderful warm. She felt as if a warm cloak was wrapped around her. She tightened the embrace around his neck.
What the hell was she doing here? She was sitting on the ground, cradled in Van's arms and enjoyed his presence. When did she say that she enjoyed it? She wasn't enjoying that! She was only sitting there because he wanted her to stay. So, he wanted her to stay and she just followed his order? When had she started to listen to a man? No, it wasn't that way. He was injured and she couldn't just stand up and go. So, she couldn't? Yeah, she couldn't! She was...why was she always searching for excuses? Did she want him to stay so close to her? Did she want him to embrace her?
Hitomi was too busy with arguing with herself to notice that she was running her hand through Van's hair at the back of his head and fondling his neck. Van, of course, didn't mind. He had his eyes closed and enjoyed her closeness and her tender caress. He wanted to stroke her back and create small circles on it. He wanted to make little knots in her long hair but he didn't dare to move because he didn't want her to snap out of her trance. He only hoped that she didn't notice the goosebumps she was causing on his skin. A blissful smile on his face, he enjoyed every second he could hold her, he could feel her close to him.
"I thought I would die there at the marketplace. I didn't expect you to come," he whispered and his warm breath tickled her neck. "Why did you rescue me?"
Hitomi gave a laugh. "I don't know," she said, still fondling his neck. "I simply don't know."
Van smiled. "Thank you, nevertheless," he whispered.
"Nevermind," she replied. "But I would say the moment is over, isn't it? You really should go back to bed."
Slowly, she leaned back, forcing him to lift his head from her shoulder and his warmth seeped out of her. Van growled in protest but leaned back as well. His arms still around her waist. Her arms still around his neck. She looked straight into his reddish brown eyes, his face only a breath away from her. Her heart leaped a beat when she noticed how close she was to him and gasped.
She really should stop it now. She should go now. She should...Gods, his eyes were so beautiful. There was this look in them again she had seen at the marketplace. So warm and caring and vulnerable. She could sit there and look into his eyes for the rest of her life. She liked this sparkle within their depths. She liked the way his black strands always fell into his view. She removed her right hand from behind his neck and stroked the unruly strands out of his face. But that wasn't her who did this. It couldn't be her. She was just watching and someone else was commanding her hands. But if she really just watched why could she feel his silky hair between her fingers, why could she feel his soft skin under her fingertips? Her hand slowly slid down his temple and traced across his cheek until she reached his lips.
And once again it was as if they were casting a spell on her, making it impossible for her to speak, to think, to complain, to resist. And ever so carefully she touched his lips with her index and middle finger. They were so soft, so unbelievable soft. She didn't withdraw her hand when he kissed her fingertips but smiled. Why did she smile? Why had she touched his lips? And why were her eyelids suddenly so incredibly heavy? It was so strenuous to keep her eyes open by looking at his lips. The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes was that Van tilted his head slowly to the side. Her right hand joined the other one around his neck again, allowing him to pull her slowly closer. She liked the feeling of his arms around her waist. She liked his scent everywhere around her, she liked the sound of his calm breaths, she liked the tickling feeling his hair caused on her arms. Her heart leaped a beat when she felt his breath fan over her face, causing a warm sensation in her stomach. She smiled and parted her lips lightly, taking a deep breath. He was so close that she could almost feel his lips on her ones. Everything he had to do was pull her a little bit closer. She felt his fingers twitch at her back. Only tiny little bit. Hitomi's whole body was tickling in anticipation and she was just about to explode when the door was pushed open, making the spell break.
Hitomi gasped, opening her eyes and jumped to her feet and out of Van's arms. Her eyes flickered across the room, making her look like a hunted animal. She spotted Dryden in the doorway, bandages and a red shirt in his hands. He looked at her with a questioning look behind his glasses.
"Everything alright?" He spotted Van sitting on the ground, his head lowered to the ground and his face hidden behind his black hair and Hitomi who tried to vanish inside the wall behind her.
"Yes. Yes," she said hastily, a little bit too hastily. "We just wanted to...I-I mean I wanted to...he didn't listen...Van fell from the bed and- and...I was just about to help him, I mean..."
Gods, she didn't even made sense to herself. She had to go. Immediately! She couldn't risk to stay in the same room with him any longer. That had to stop. She wasn't able to control herself when she was close to him. She had to go or she would regret it for her entire life, she would make the biggest mistake an Amazon could do. She had to go!
"O-kay," Dryden said slowly, trying to guess what Hitomi had just tried to explain.
"I-I should g-go now," she stuttered and walked to the door. "You care for his wounds, d-don't you?"
"Of course," Dryden replied, confused.
Without looking back at Van, Hitomi reached for the doorknob and left the room. She closed the door carefully behind her and leaned at the wall beside it, closing her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she slowly slid down the wall and sat on the floor. Her whole body was shaking. She sobbed quietly and hugged her knees. And then she cried.
....................**.....................
"What happened at the marketplace?" Folken asked coldly looking at Dilandau who kneeled infront of him, his head lowered. "He was supposed to hang!"
"I know," Dilandau replied.
"Fine, if you know!" Folken barked angrily and Dilandau ducked even more. "What happened?"
"I don't know," the silver-haired man answered quietly. "I wasn't there when it happened. Some soldiers said that someone had rescued him. They had killed the soldiers at the marketplace and had fled then on horseback."
"They know about his true identity!" Folken said. "They must know it! Why else should they rescue him? I wonder if he knew them and if he told them about it. Did you see them, Dilandau? Did you see his saviors?"
"It were two women, two girls and a man," Dilandau looked up. "I only saw the man closely when I bumped into him at the stairs of the palace...," he trailed off, seeing the look on Folken's face.
"He was here in the palace?" Folken asked in disbelieve. "How could he enter? There are guards everywhere!"
"Maybe because he is a guard himself," Dilandau stated dryly.
"What?" Folken shouted and the word reveberated through the room. "Do you want to say that one of my guards betrayed me?"
"Maybe," Dilandau made an evasive answer. "He only wore the uniform of the guards of the palace. It doesn't mean that he was a guard. Maybe he..."
"You said two women had helped him, too?" Folken interupted him.
"Yes," Dilandau answered. "They were awaiting the man. They separated when we followed them. The man took the two girls. I followed the woman who rode together with him. She later joined another woman. They were quite tough."
"Tough?" Folken repeated, surprised.
"Yes, My Lord," the silver-haired soldier replied. "The red-haired woman had a sword at her waist and the other one carried a bow. I don't want to offend you, My Lord, but they looked like...like-"
"Amazons?" Folken asked and Dilandau nodded hesitantly. "That's impossible! How dare you accuse our allies?"
"I'm sorry, My Lord," Dilandau uttered.
"The Amazons always keep their promise, they would never betray me!" Folken glared at him.
"Yes, My Lord," Dilandau said through gritted teeth.
"But I wonder who they were and what this man was doing in the palace," Folken mused, looking to the ground. "Wouldn't he have been of more use at the marketplace?"
"He stole the sword," Dilandau said and Folken slowly looked up.
"Which sword?" he asked.
"Van's sword," Dilandau replied and Folken's eyes widened.
"What? But why should they steal this sword?" he asked confused. "It isn't the royal sword. There was no crest. It's useless. Why..." he trailed off and turned to the window. "Did you lie to me, brother?"
Dilandau looked at Folken and saw that he clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles striked out white. He prepared himself for his Lord's outburst.
"Thank you, Dilandau," Folken said quietly. "You can leave now."
Dilandau blinked, confused. "A-as you wish," he stuttered and left the room as fast as he could.
When Dilandau had disappeared, Folken walked to the window and looked at the city infront of him. So, his little brother was still alive? That was a problem. But somehow he had known it wouldn't be that easy to get rid of him. Van was a fighter. Old blood was running through his veins, strong blood. The same blood which was running through Folken's veins. And it seemed as if fate had other plans with his brother. Plans, different from his own ones. They hadn't met for the last time, that was for sure.
"My Lord?" A voice beside him suddenly asked.
"Yes, Isaac?" Folken replied, without looking at his advisor.
"Your brother will probably go to Freid and claim it himself," he said suggestively. "But it is your's, My Lord. He will take it away from you. You won't be able to stop him once he took possession of it. He will take everything away from you. Do you want to allow that?"
Folken remained silent and continued looking out of the window. He felt Isaac leaning closer. Folken felt his advisor's breath at his ear when he spoke and it sent shivers down his spine.
"You must take some action against it," Isaac whispered in Folken's ear and his voice sounded like the hissing of a snake. "You must give the order to attack. You must take it away from him."
Folken clenched his fists again. "You're right," he said slowly. "Prepare my ship. We will set out as soon as possible."
"Yes, My Lord," Isaac said and smiled.
....................**.....................
And there she was again, on a ship with absolutely no clue what to do next. That seemed to happen frequently, recently. They were on their way to Freid. Dryden had said that it was the best they could do, at the moment. He knew someone in Freid and it would be no problem to stay there for a while. Would she stay, too? Or would she leave? Was it even right to travel to Freid? But Thetis hadn't said anything so Hitomi guessed it was okay to travel with them. The goddess would have told Hitomi if she was going in the wrong direction.
She wondered what would await her in Freid. She wondered if her journey would be over there. Maybe the dragon would be there and she could help him and then she could finally return. But there was nobody awaiting her in Skythia. Lea wasn't there. What had happened after she had left? Had it been accident that Lea was in Fanelia at exactly the same time she herself was there? Somehow, she couldn't believe that it had happened without purpose. Something was going on. Something she couldn't even imagine. So much had happened during the last few weeks, it just couldn't have happened by chance. But then she had to wonder if it had been accident too that she had met Yukari, that she had met Van.
That name again! She didn't want to think of him anymore! She had been at the wrong time at the wrong place and that's why she had met him! That's all and nothing more! It was no higher power who had brought them together but just a stupid accident! She ran a hand over her face, trying to clear her mind. Touching her eyes, she felt that they were still swolen. She couldn't believe that she had cried! And she didn't even know why! She had sat there at the ground and had cried her heart out without a reason! She hadn't been able to stop the tears falling. They had just rushed down her face and she could do nothing but sob. But she had to admit that she had felt a lot better after that. Somehow she had felt immensely released. It was strange. She had changed so much during the last few weeks that she didn't even know herself anymore. She sighed heavily.
Her feet had led her to the stables by themselves. She smiled. Back at home, the stables had always been the place where she had hidden, where she had found a little bit peace. It seemed that it was the same now. She walked along the narrow hallway, searching for her horse. Dust could always cheer her up. She could tell him everything and he never told it anyone. She could trust him. Suddenly a loud snort made her stop. Hitomi turned to the side only to look in a pair of sparkling reddish-brown eyes which were partly covered by strands of unruly black hair. It was incredible how much this horse looked like him. It even seemed that the stallion looked at her with the same amusement in his eyes with which he always looked at her.
"Hey Tarik," she said and walked to his horse.
The stallion walked towards her, allowing her to pat his neck.
"I can imagine that it's quite hard to have such an arrogant boss," she said and stroked his forehead. "But it's not easy for him, huh?"
Tarik neighed and nodded. "He is all alone. He is a King but has no country to rule. His own brother deceived him. You can say he has no family," She stopped stroking Tarik. "I can understand him, you know? But that means nothing, okay? It's just that I understand him. My mother died when I was a child. I've still nightmares. But he lost his mother, his father and his friend, Riad. It must be very hard for him. Maybe that is the reason why he is like he is. I-I don't hate him but..." she trailed off.
What was she doing here? She was talking to a horse! And she had just admitted that she didn't hate Van! Was she crazy? It was part of the Amazon law. She was teached that way since she was a child! She couldn't say she didn't hate him just like that, as if it meant nothing to her! But maybe it was only the thin air up here in the sky. She wasn't used to it. She was confused. Yeah, she was confused.
"No, I hate him," she looked at Tarik again who looked at her, all in a fluster. "And you know why?"
"He can be so annoying!" she cried. "Do you think he can get any more arrogant? I bet he will as soon as he's king, I mean really a king. Everyone will serve him and they will all look up to him and all the pretty princesses will pounce on him like little dogs, trying to get his attention. 'I'm pretty, Your Highness. Choose me!' and then the next one sais, 'Oh no, I'm prettier. Choose me!' " she imitated in a high pitched voice, making Tarik snort in protest.
"Yes, they act this way!" Hitomi said determined. "Believe me. I heard a lot about them. Lea often told me about the princesses she had seen when she had met the king of another country. Yeah, and he will think they're pretty and he'll choose one of these...these 'women' and will make her his queen. I can't understand them. Do they have any pride? I would never sink so low and show off infront of such a stupid and arrogant man like him!"
"And I would never choose such a stubborn and conceived woman like you as well!" a voice from behind said, making her shriek in shock and swirl around.
There he was, leaning casually at the doorframe, the light of the setting sun surrounding him. He wore his usual beige pants and the black boots. Instead of his brown shirt he wore the red sleeveless one Dryden had given to him. It exposed his muscular arms which were crossed in front of his chest. She remembered the situation in which they had been earlier this day and at once her heartbeat increased and she blushed extremely. She felt his arms around her waist and the warmth of his body on her skin. He had been so close. So unbelievable close. And they had almost kissed. Seeing his lips close in front of her, she shook her head violantly and tried to chase the picture out of her mind.
"How long have you been listening?" she hissed angrily.
"Long enough," he replied and pushed himself off of the wall, heading in her direction.
Hitomi glared at him and her cheeks glowed red. Had he heard everything she had said? Had he heard that she had lost her mother? Had he heard that she understood him, that she didn't hate him? No, she didn't want him to know about that! She didn't want that he knew what was on her mind! It were her privat thoughts! He would make use of it! He would tease her! Why was it suddenly so dark? Hitomi blinked confused and jerked extremely when she found him standing directly infront of her, looking her straight into the eye.
"What do you want?" she hissed and glared at him, regaining her composure.
"I want you to..." He leaned even closer. She felt his breath tickle over her skin and the scent of his fresh-washed shirt filled her nostrils. She saw that his shirt was unbottoned at the top, revealing a little part of his chest which was covered by white bandages. Her cheeks were on fire. Was he challenging her? Well, she wouldn't retreat!
"Yes?" she asked and their noses were almost touching. She looked directly into his reddish-brown eyes but this time there wasn't this sparkle within them. They were cold and sad. What was wrong with him?
"I want you to go out of my way," he replied and her eyes narrowed in confusion. "I want to brush my horse, if you don't mind."
"No need to be so rude," Hitomi said quietly and stepped away from Tarik. What was wrong with him? "What's biting you?"
"Nothing," he lied, without looking at her.
"Van, what's wrong?" she asked, even more confused.
He didn't reply. It seemed as if he wanted to say something but then shook his head lightly and grabbed a brush which lay in Tarik's box. He began to gently brush the black stallion. Hitomi looked at Van but then shrugged. Was it her problem? If he didn't want to tell her what was wrong then let it be. She didn't want to know it, anyways. She didn't care. Turning around, she glanced on last time at him and her eyes softened. He was so sad. She didn't like it when he was so sad. He had already suffered so much and didn't deserve it to be ever sad again. Why didn't he want to talk to her? Slowly, she turned around when his voice stopped her.
"Why didn't you tell me that the Amazons are in Fanelia?" he asked, making her gasp.
"How do you know?" She looked at him, her eyes wide in shock.
"Folken told me," Van answered shortly.
"What did he say?" she asked. "Did he say why they came to Fanelia? Do you know the reason?"
"You don't know why they are in Fanelia?" he replied, surprised.
"No, I don't," she answered. "Yukari only told me that she had seen Lea, my queen, in Fanelia. But Yukari didn't know why either. Tell me, why are they in Fanelia?"
"The Amazons are Folken's allies," Van said quietly. "They are now at the border to Freid, waiting for his order to attack. Folken will declare war on Freid."
"What?" Hitomi shouted in disbelieve. That was the reason why Lea was in Fanelia? She was helping Folken to fight against Freid? That couldn't be! Why should she do something like that? The Amazons had nothing to do with Fanelia or Freid! Why should Lea agree to fight against Freid? What had happened?
"Why will Folken declare war on Freid?" she asked, confused.
"Because the Duke of Freid has something Folken wants to have," he explained. "But the Duke of Freid doesn't give it to him and that's why Folken wants to force him to hand it over. Even if it means war."
"Why doesn't he hand it out?", Hitomi asked.
"My father once asked the Duke of Freid to hide it and to give it only to them who has the royal sword of Fanelia. And only to them," Van said.
"What is it?" Hitomi was sick of Van talking in riddles. "What is it that Folken wants to have at any costs? What is it, the Duke of Freid protects though it means war?"
"Escaflowne," he answered matter-of-factly.
"Esca-what?" she replied.
"You don't know Escaflowne?" Van looked at her, a confused look on his face. "You don't know the white dragon?"
"No," she shook her head. "And don't say it as if I'm stupid or something! I...," she paused. "Did you say white dragon?"
Van nodded. "Yeah, Escaflowne is the white dragon who protects Fanelia. He was a gift from the Ispanos to the King of Fanelia. It's an old legend and I can't remember anymore why they gave him to the King. Escaflowne is very powerful and I can't let Folken have him."
Hitomi didn't mind that he couldn't remember anymore. She didn't even listen! Her eyes looked straight through Van as if he was made of air, her heart beated like mad against her rib cage and a smile started to appear on her face. White dragon! Could it be? She remembered Van's words. She remembered the name of the inn where he had stayed when he had met Merle- White Dragon. The picture of a ship she had seen in Alexandria flashed through her mind. She saw the name, carved into the wooden hull- White Dragon. It seemed that this name had chased her during the whole journey. It couldn't be accident! It simply couldn't be! Hints? Had it been hints, Thetis had given her without her noticing? Could it mean that this Escaflowne was the dragon she should find? That Escaflowne was the dragon she should help? Could it mean that her search was over, that she finally could fullfill Thetis' wish?
"Hitomi, everything alright?" Van's voice made her snap out of it.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied but the absent look just didn't want to vanish from her face. "I leave you then." And with that she turned around and walked up to the deck.
"Yeah, like you always do," Van replied in a whisper and turned to Tarik in order to brush him, a sad look on his face.
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"Dryden, what did you do?" an outraged Van yelled, running towards the bridge.
The men who had gathered on the bridge jumped out of his way when he bursted through the door. He looked around, searching for Dryden and his auburn eyes glowed with rage. Spotting the captain at a window on the other side of the room, Van slowly walked over to him.
"Dryden," he growled angrily when he reached him but the brown-haired man just smiled.
Van snarled and without hesitating, he pinned Dryden to the wall behind him. "You recovered quite fast," Dryden stated calmly.
"What did you do?" Van shouted, outraged.
"Nothing," Dryden replied innocently.
"Nothing?" Van yelled in disbelieve. "You're landing in the center of Freid's capital, in front of the palace, almost the whole royal army of Freid is awaiting us down there at the landing-strip and you say that you did nothing?"
"Well, I did nothing bad," the captain corrected himself. "Calm down, Van. I've everything under control."
"You-" Van hissed but was interupted by an angry feminine voice.
"Dryden, are you completely crazy?" Yukari yelled from the door, the other three girls and Amano behind her. "I knew you would do something stupid but I couldn't imagine it would be that stupid! I should chop off your head right now!"
"Yukari, no!" Amano said and grabbed her arm when she made an attempt to walk to Dryden. She wouldn't kill him but he knew she would at least hurt him.
"You guys can't take a joke, huh?" Dryden asked, still pinned to the wall by Van.
"NO!" they all shouted at the same time, making him chuckle.
"Okay, I got it," he said. "And if His Majesty now releases my collar I can explain everything."
Van snorted and let go of Dryden. "Thank you very much," he said, bowing lightly and walked to the door.
"Spoilsports," he complained and left the bridge.
A big grin on his face, he walked through the hallways of his ship, heading to the landing stage. She was there. Down there, somewhere in the palace, she was waiting for him without even knowing it. He would finally see her again. After all these months, he would see her again. He quickened his pace and so did his heart. It was beating madly in his chest. He passed a corner and knocked one of his men to the ground. He didn't even notice. Everything that was on his mind was her. He reached the deck and ran to the stage. Some of his men were hiding behind boxes while they watched the soldiers who stood at the bottom of the stage.
"Dryden, wait for us!" He stopped and turned around.
Amano walked in his direction and the others were following him. The group reached Dryden and looked down at the soldiers. Right beside the landing stage, stood two giants made of iron. Their black and green armor reflected the sunlight and made Dryden and the others blink. The two giants didn't move. They only stood there like ominous sculptures, each of them holding a spear in their hand. It was quite clear that there was no chance of escape anymore.
"What's that?" Gabriella shrieked when she pushed her way past Hitomi.
"Guymelefs," Dryden answered and looked at them again.
"Guymelefs?" Gabriella repeated, fascinated. "Do they...do they live?"
Dryden chuckled lightly. "No, they don't live. But the pilot who sits inside of this heap of iron and controls it, does live."
"Wow," the girl replied.
Guymelefs. Hitomi knew them. She had seen Guymelefs once, a long time ago. It had been in the battle in which her mother had died. She had sat in the camp after Lea had dragged her away from her mother. The earth had suddenly started to shake, the birds had fled from the forests and the trees had rustled although there had been no wind. And then, they had appeared. They had broken through the trees as if they were just withered brushwood. Guymelefs. More and more had come out of the forest and had stomped over the plain, leaving big holes where their feet touched the ground. Never would she forget that moment.
"I really hope you know what you're doing," Amano whispered to Dryden, not wanting the others to hear.
"Yeah, and I hope that he's really the King of Fanelia," Dryden whispered back. He glanced seriously at Amano and then said loudly, "Well, let's greet them!"
Dryden was the first to enter the stage and the others followed him. They spotted a blond haired man standing in front of the soldiers. He wore a blue uniform and his unsheatened sword sparkled in the sunlight. He seemed to be their leader.
"You landed in front of the palace without permission!" he yelled towards them. "I'm Allen Shezar, Knight Caeli of Asturia, and in the name of the Duke of Freid I arrest you!"
And with that the soldiers left their position behind Allen and stormed towards the group which had just left the landing stage. Hitomi and Yukari pushed the two girls in their middle and prepared themselves to protect them. Van was just about to unsheat his sword when Dryden's voice reached his ears.
"Let it happen," he whispered. "Trust me and let it happen."
Van looked at Dryden, his hands still on the hilt of his sword.
"Please," Dryden begged quietly and Van released his grip.
Just then, two soldiers reached his side and grabbed him by his arms, making it impossible for him to move them. He struggled and tried to free himself out of their grip but they only tightened their hold on him. He winced when he felt his fingertips start to tingle. It hurt. Looking around, he saw that the others were in the same uncomfortable position. He clenched his fists. He really hoped that Dryden knew what he was doing. Getting arrested was the last thing he needed, at the moment!
Hearing soft footsteps, Van turned around and spotted the knight walking towards them. Reaching them, the blond haired man eyed every member of the small group. Van stiffened when he watched the knight's gaze rest on Hitomi, looking her up and down. A feeling of pure hatred was rushing through him, seeing the sparkle within the knight's blue eyes. But this feeling was different from the hatred he had felt for his whole life. He had never felt this way before. It was a strong feeling, making him want to rip the knight to pieces. He clenched his fists even tighter.
Hitomi didn't saw it. She was glaring at the man in front of her. She didn't like the way he looked at her, the way he scrutinized her. He wasn't looking at someone else but only stared at her. She felt unease. She wanted to turn away but she just couldn't give in to this man. That's why she continued to glare back and he seemed to even like it because his lips curved up into a smile. Hitomi felt unbelievable humilated. She was a proud Amazon and wasn't used to be at a man's mercy.
"If you were a true knight you wouldn't look at her like she was a piece of meat," a calm voice suddenly said, breaking the silence.
Everyone turned towards Van who looked at Allen, his reddish-brown eyes glowing with hatred. Allen smiled at the raven-haired youth and Hitomi blushed deep red.
"Ah, her little protector has a voice," Allen replied mockingly.
"She doesn't need a protector," Van said, ignoring the teasing.
Hitomi blushed even more. What was wrong with her? Was it because of him? Was it because he was protecting her? But she shouldn't blush because of that. She was an Amazon. She should take it as an insult! She could speak for herself! She didn't need him to...she liked it. What? No! No, she didn't like it, she didn't...she...she...She what? No more arguments? Couldn't she find more arguments to prove that she didn't like it? Or maybe she just didn't want to find more ones because she...No! No, she didn't! She didn't like it! She didn't like that he was protecting her! She didn't like that there was someone who cared so much for her, she didn't like that he respected her as a woman, she didn't like that he accepted her as an equal, she didn't like that...What the hell, was she thinking? It made no sense! Her thoughts were absolutely inconsistent! Her whole mind was a mess. And why? Because of him. Just because of him.
"So, we are a gentleman, huh?" Allen interupted her thoughts and took a step towards Van. "Who are you?"
"That's not important," Dryden interfered before Van could even open his mouth. "Bring us to the Duke of Freid so that we can explain everything."
"You're prisoners!" Allen said angrily. "You have no right to demand anything!"
"But it is very important!" Dryden insisted, slightly annoyed because of the stubborn knight. "We have some important information about the imminent war between Freid and Fanelia."
"What?" Allen shouted in disbelieve. "How do you know about the war? You must be spies from Fanelia!"
"No, we aren't spies," Dryden said slowly. Only a few seconds more and Dryden would reach his limit of patience. "Please, let us explain everything to the Duke!"
Allen remained silent. He seemed to struggle wether to let them speak in front of the Duke or not. "Okay," he finally said and looked at them. "We bring them to the Duke. He shall decide what to do with them."
And with that the soldiers pulled them to their feet and forced them to follow Allen. The knight had turned around and walked in front of the group. Hitomi's blush was slowly subsiding. She glanced at Van out of the corner of her eyes. He looked to the ground while the soldiers dragged him along the street.
"Good choice, Hitomi. He's cute," she heard Yukari's voice whisper in her ear and at once her cheeks were deep red again.
Yukari snickered beside her but Hitomi pretended not to notice it. She stared to the ground. She had to be careful. It was so obvious now that Yukari already noticed it. Just a moment-what was obvious? There was nothing what she could hide from Yukari or the others, right? Right? Yeah, there was nothing. Yukari was only making fun of her. She didn't mean it serious. Hitomi glanced at Van again- and met his auburn eyes. He looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face. Hitomi's heart leaped two or three beats and then decided to sink to the hollows of her knees, making her legs shake. She tried to remain calm and turned away as slowly as possible, not noticing that she was holding her breath. Was there really nothing?
"Wow, is this a real palace?" Gabriella asked curiously and stared at the palace in front of her with wide eyes.
"Yes, it is," Yukari replied. "And soon you'll meet a real Duke and I would like you to be completely quiet, okay? It's very impolite to speak when you're not asked to."
"Okay," Gabriella nodded wildly and added with a serious voice, "Don't worry, I'll be as quiet as a mouse. You won't even notice that I'm there."
"Fine," Yukari said and smiled.
They were led into the throne hall where the Duke of Freid was already awaiting them. To their surprise it was a little boy. A little boy with short blond hair and blue eyes. Hitomi wouldn't have believed that he was the Duke if there wasn't the golden crown which was placed on his helmet. He was pacing in front of the throne, his small sword dangling back and forth with every step he took. A tall woman with long ash-blond hair, wearing a tight-fitting dress stood beside him. When the boy heard the group enter he stopped his pacing and looked up. The soldiers stopped at the stairs which lead to the throne and forced their prisoners to their knees. Hitomi growled in dislike but didn't dare to oppose when she saw the look Yukari and Amano gave her.
"Who are you?" the Duke of Freid asked, his eyes sparkling with curiousity. "I hadn't had guests who landed directly in front of the palace for ages."
A small smile crept upon Dryden's features. "I'm very sorry if we offended you but we have important reasons to do so," he said and bowed his head lightly.
"Be careful, Duke Chid," Allen said and joined the Duke's side. "Maybe they are sent by Lord Folken."
"No, we are definitely not sent by Lord Folken," Dryden replied. "I'm just a simple merchant. My name is-"
"Dryden!" a voice suddenly shrieked from behind.
Every head in the room turned towards the blond-haired woman who had suddenly appeared in the doorway. She wore black pants and a light pink blouse. A look of pure disbelieve was lying on her beautiful face. Both of her shaking hands were covering her mouth and she wasn't breathing.
"Dryden," she whispered his name again.
"Yes, Millerna-darling," Dryden said and grinned widely. "That's my name."
She gave a laugh and then ran towards Dryden. She fell to her knees and flung her hands around his neck when she reached him. Tears were rushing down her cheeks while she cried and laughed and kissed him fiercly on the cheek. She couldn't believe that it was him. He was in Freid! He was here with her in Freid! She had thought he was at the other side of Gaea. Why hadn't he told her that he was in Freid in a letter? Why not? She narrowed her eyes which were still full of tears and looked at him.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were in Freid?" she asked and poked him in the ribs.
"Ouch!" Dryden pretended to be hurt but couldn't hide his grin. "Well, let's say some very interesting people suddenly bursted into my life and changed my plans as they pleased."
"Millerna?" a whisper suddenly caught Millerna's attention, making her look up.
"Oh my holy...Hitomi!" Millerna's eyes widened to the limit when she spotted the Amazon kneeling behind Dryden. "What are you doing here?"
"What are YOU doing here?" Hitomi replied, her eyes as wide as Millerna's ones.
"Millerna!" a feminine voice reached their ears. "Do you know these people?"
"O-of course, Eries," Millerna stuttered still in shock over the sudden appearance of a group of people she had thought would never cross her way again.
"Well then, maybe at last someone can tell who they are and what they want here!" Allen said impatiently.
"Allen!" Chid scolded. "Don't be so rude to aunt Millerna's friends."
"But Duke Chid!" Allen complained. "They landed disrespectfully in front of the palace and..." He couldn't say more.
"It's enough Allen," the young Duke said firmly and glared at the knight. "I know that. But they say they have important reason and-"
"But..." Allen interfered.
"And they are aunt Millerna's friends!" Chid continued ignoring Allen's complains. "I think we can trust them. Let go of them."
Hearing the Duke's order, the soldiers let go of them and they stood up. "And now, please tell why you're here."
Dryden and Amano stepped aside, revealing Van who stood behind them. "I'm here to claim Escaflowne!" he said firmly.
It was completely quiet in the room and everyone seemed to held their breath.
"What?" Allen asked, surprised.
"I'm here to claim Escaflowne," Van repeated calmly.
"You too?" the Duke asked. "Maybe you don't know but you're not the only one who wants to have Escaflowne. Lord Folken of Fanelia is standing at the border to my country with a huge army and threatens to declare war on Freid if I refuse to hand out Escaflowne."
"But I won't threaten you," Van replied and looked up to Chid. "I won't threaten you because I don't need to."
Slowly, Van unsheatened his sword, making the glowing metal sing. The guards who had watched him from aside and Allen quickly unsheatened their swords as well and took a step towards him. The Duke didn't move. Van looked him straight in the eye, taking two steps ahead and before the guards or even Allen could reach him, he slammed his sword with all his strength and edge-first on the step. A light noise echoed through the hall when metal splintered and the guards stopped dead in her tracks. They created a semicircle around Van, watching him raise from his knees. He lifted his sword and the blade reflected the light. The Duke of Freid gasped and took a step back while his guards were falling to their knees, spotting the crest of Fanelia at the bottom of Van's sword.
"Because I'm Van Fanel, the King of Fanelia!" The seal was finally broken.
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