I'm trying to get back to typing up my story more quickly. Hey, if you're
reading Stolen Fate or know anyone reading Stolen Fate it won't be update
for a while. Lilchibi won't be able to update for a few weeks. And Saris is
just a complete random name. Hope there aren't too many spelling mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne.
Feye Morgan: I'll try to finish this story then since you like it so much, I suddenly feel more inspired.
Little Dende: Thank you for your review, I tend to start describing things randomly. Main reason I write, it's worse when I switch from hyper to this monotone voice talking about (for example) the song. But who doesn't like to scare people occasionally?
zeotitanium: Thank you, I try my best to make my story unusual and unpredictable.
Warnings
Chapter 6 - Explanations and Discoveries
Folkens' library was quiet with the exception of the four people sitting in the middle of the room. They all were engulfed in overstuffed, dark purple chairs. Their discussion was soft with many pauses, each person thinking and trying to sort out what was going on.
"A machine was created to help you go back in time?" Folken asked.
Dotario had been answering all the questions thus far, looking at Adriana occasionally for permission to speak of a topic. "Yes, it was made when I was twenty, but I had left before it was completely functional."
"Why would I want to leave?" Dilandau asked in an angry tone.
"Many things happen in life that can change your personality." Dotario smiled.
"What the hell does that mean?" he screamed standing up from his chair, walking over to stand over Dotario. "Exactly what happens? You said you were here for warnings." his tone was harsh on the last sentence.
The fire-eyed man remained unruffled, sitting calmly in his seat. "It means exactly what it is supposed to mean."
Dilandau became even more agitated with that answer, he leaned in. The teen licked his lips in anticipation of a fight. "Well to me it means that you want to fight me and this time I won't hold back!" his soft, dangerous whisper morphing to a scream.
"Sit back down Dilandau." Folken said, it was impossible to tell if he was angry or unmoved by his actions.
"Sure, I'll do whatever Lord Folken tells me to do like a trained animal." he sneered, walking back to his seat and letting himself fall into the chair. His eyes never moving from Dotario's as he tilted his head back. The commander looked extremely uncomfortable sitting in his chair, unable to attack or burn anything.
Dotario stopped returning Dilandau's glare and faced Folken. "Lord Folken," Dilandau's right eye twitched as Dotario said 'Lord' in a respectful way. "After I left Zaibach I met Adriana. She started talking to me and I remembered that she had been in my past. She is the one who knows all of the warnings."
Folken leaned back in his chair, taking everything in and sorting out which question to ask first. " So if the girl knows all of the warnings, why are you here?"
"'Cause she's a damn mute." Dilandau muttered, not caring about what she did. He was already devising his own plan to get her back for freaking him out.
"I am not a mute, I just don't like to talk." Adriana said, her voice high and soft.
Dilandau practically fell out of his chair when she spoke. Folken looked a little surprised but hid it immediately before it was noticed among the study. Folken looked at her, giving her his interest. "Why don't you speak for yourself?"
The fourteen-year-old girl looked away quickly, her face displaying the emotion of being ashamed of something. Red eyes of a boy decided to push her discomfort a little farther, he only had to wait. 'This could start the idea for a completely new plan! I only need to know what happened.' Dilandau suddenly found his chair oddly relaxing as he waited for her to tell them all. His twisted mind prepared to work with her past.
An awkward silence came over the room as Dilandau and Folken awaited her answer. She looked to Dotario for guidance. Adriana only found him waiting along with them. "You tell them." she told Dotario, her voice slightly cracking.
He sighed and the attention of Dilandau and Folken switched back and forth between the two. "You need to learn to talk about this. You need to stop withdrawing yourself and be able to look back on this and accept it." Dotario managed to say in a soothing tone.
Dilandau was getting sick of waiting for the answer, he really wanted to hear this. A cruel smile came upon his face as he watched Adriana become tenser with every second.
"I . . . ." she began, not able to control her tears.
'This is taking so long, why can't she spit it out? What? Was she abused or something? Gaw, women.' Dilandau thought rolling his eyes, resting his chin in his hand. Dotario shot Dilandau a dirty look after he rolled his eyed.
Adriana took a deep breath and moved her hair out of her face. She still couldn't make eye contact with anyone, but she found that her tear stained face was drying. "I was abused." she exhaled in a whisper.
Dilandau involuntarily snorted before he could prevent himself from doing so. Adriana was looming over his sitting form in the blink of an eye. Her hot glare piercing his fire eyes.
"What's the big deal? You were hit a few times, get over it." Dilandau growled.
She continued to stand in front of him, her voice low and hazardous. "I wasn't just 'hit a few times', I was tortured by demons. And it wasn't the Draconians like you think it was. I'm talking about full fledged, demons from the world between the Mystic Moon and Gaea!" Adriana slapped him hard.
Dilandau slowly turned to look up at her stern face, teeth clenched. "You stupid bitch! There isn't a world in between Gaea and the Mystic Moon!"
She was about to violently backhand him when he caught her wrist before she hit him again. His eyes were shadowed as anger pulsed through his war broken body. He was ready to attack her for attempting to strike the commander of the elite Dragonslayer. Dilandaus' fingers tightened around her fragile wrist. 'How could I ever fear such a child?' he thought to himself.
"Let go of her." Folken said, showing an actual emotion of irritation.
Adriana struggled to get away from him. Dotario remained sitting down, he knew what would happen and he didn't want to ruin the whole mission. Dilandau brought his free hand to her throat, holding it tightly. She started clawing at his gloved hand to stop him from choking her. She began feeling very uneasy about having no air pass through her lungs. "Having some trouble? Why don't you use your damn fire shit then?" he growled.
"Fire?" the Strategos looked at Dotario skeptically, moving to stop Dilandau.
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// // - Shesta - /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
The wind blew over the blue house, causing all the bright curtains to sway and the dirt to start their own petit sandstorms. Yet every human was unmoving during that little breeze.
"Mommy, who is he?" the little boy, Saris looked into her eyes. Blue, innocent eyes confused and startled.
The woman had been holding her breath and exhaled, "Saris, my son, this is your older brother Shesta."
The little boy was shocked to hear that the stranger wearing armor and carrying a sword, something he wasn't ever allowed to do, was his older brother. Shesta had slightly suspected this when he saw the boy answer the door, but he was struck with many new thoughts. 'Why did no one tell me I had a brother? Why didn't anyone write me about this?'
"Saris," his mother said sweetly, giving him a look only a mother could, "How about you go to your room and draw?"
"Um, ok mommy!" he smiled bounding deeper into the blue house. Footsteps were heard in the distance as Saris raced up the stairs.
"Will you come in?" the blond woman asked, cleaning the plate fragments off the floor. She was angry that he just suddenly showed up here.
"Here, let me help you . . .mother." he said bending down and carefully picking up the broken pieces.
When the floor was pretty much devoid of slivers from the broken plate, they moved into the kitchen. Shesta sat at the small table meant for three people to sit at. He sat in his favorite spot as a young boy, right beside the window. His mother moved a wooden chair so she could sit across from him.
"Son . . ." she whispered out.
"I know it's been a long time since-" he began to reply, only to be cut of by his own mother.
"Long time?" she screamed, "You said that you'd write to us at least once a month. Your father and I didn't mind it at first when we got fewer and fewer letters your first few years. But then you stopped writing to us." she said in a betrayed tone.
"Mom, I wrote to you after those first few years! I know I did!" he yelled from his seat.
"How could you just leave us when you six years old?" she began to cry softly.
"Mom." he said delicately moving to sit beside her and hug her. He didn't get far before he was pushed away. "You weren't here for me for nine years and it was your decision to leave us. My Gods, you were too young to make a decision like! What made you leave Shesta, what?"
"I left because I was qualified enough to become an elite soldier! Mother, our nation needed us." Shesta said in anger. Nothing like a good old fight with your mom for a reunion.
She sat silently, staring down at the table, her light blond hair covering most of her face. "So a country is more important to you than your own family?"
". . . Mother."
"I have to admit I am hurt that you left, but for some reason your father always saw you in a different light." the woman giggled softly at her comment.
"Where is dad?"
Shestas' mother breathed in unsteadily at the question. She shook her head as she spoke to him. "I'm sorry son, he died a year ago. I wrote you a letter, I thought you would at least get that."
The blond teen was shaking ever so slightly, even though he had been trained not to show his emotions. A shudder finally stirred over his body. Followed by a cry escaping his lips and tears splattering onto the table. His mother moved closer to him, holding him. The fact that she was still ashamed that he left was suddenly obliterated. They both suddenly had something I common that would never change between them. The lose of a husband, and a father.
The two felt a smaller being embraced them, Shesta looked down and found his younger brother. Saris had crawled down the stairs to hear the conversation between his mother and his brother. The child was so alien to Shestas' eyes, but he knew he could care for him, as an older brother should. "Saris." the Dragonslayer said gingerly moving down to hug him. The affectionate kid wrapped his arms around Shestas' armor best he could, returning the hug.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne.
Feye Morgan: I'll try to finish this story then since you like it so much, I suddenly feel more inspired.
Little Dende: Thank you for your review, I tend to start describing things randomly. Main reason I write, it's worse when I switch from hyper to this monotone voice talking about (for example) the song. But who doesn't like to scare people occasionally?
zeotitanium: Thank you, I try my best to make my story unusual and unpredictable.
Warnings
Chapter 6 - Explanations and Discoveries
Folkens' library was quiet with the exception of the four people sitting in the middle of the room. They all were engulfed in overstuffed, dark purple chairs. Their discussion was soft with many pauses, each person thinking and trying to sort out what was going on.
"A machine was created to help you go back in time?" Folken asked.
Dotario had been answering all the questions thus far, looking at Adriana occasionally for permission to speak of a topic. "Yes, it was made when I was twenty, but I had left before it was completely functional."
"Why would I want to leave?" Dilandau asked in an angry tone.
"Many things happen in life that can change your personality." Dotario smiled.
"What the hell does that mean?" he screamed standing up from his chair, walking over to stand over Dotario. "Exactly what happens? You said you were here for warnings." his tone was harsh on the last sentence.
The fire-eyed man remained unruffled, sitting calmly in his seat. "It means exactly what it is supposed to mean."
Dilandau became even more agitated with that answer, he leaned in. The teen licked his lips in anticipation of a fight. "Well to me it means that you want to fight me and this time I won't hold back!" his soft, dangerous whisper morphing to a scream.
"Sit back down Dilandau." Folken said, it was impossible to tell if he was angry or unmoved by his actions.
"Sure, I'll do whatever Lord Folken tells me to do like a trained animal." he sneered, walking back to his seat and letting himself fall into the chair. His eyes never moving from Dotario's as he tilted his head back. The commander looked extremely uncomfortable sitting in his chair, unable to attack or burn anything.
Dotario stopped returning Dilandau's glare and faced Folken. "Lord Folken," Dilandau's right eye twitched as Dotario said 'Lord' in a respectful way. "After I left Zaibach I met Adriana. She started talking to me and I remembered that she had been in my past. She is the one who knows all of the warnings."
Folken leaned back in his chair, taking everything in and sorting out which question to ask first. " So if the girl knows all of the warnings, why are you here?"
"'Cause she's a damn mute." Dilandau muttered, not caring about what she did. He was already devising his own plan to get her back for freaking him out.
"I am not a mute, I just don't like to talk." Adriana said, her voice high and soft.
Dilandau practically fell out of his chair when she spoke. Folken looked a little surprised but hid it immediately before it was noticed among the study. Folken looked at her, giving her his interest. "Why don't you speak for yourself?"
The fourteen-year-old girl looked away quickly, her face displaying the emotion of being ashamed of something. Red eyes of a boy decided to push her discomfort a little farther, he only had to wait. 'This could start the idea for a completely new plan! I only need to know what happened.' Dilandau suddenly found his chair oddly relaxing as he waited for her to tell them all. His twisted mind prepared to work with her past.
An awkward silence came over the room as Dilandau and Folken awaited her answer. She looked to Dotario for guidance. Adriana only found him waiting along with them. "You tell them." she told Dotario, her voice slightly cracking.
He sighed and the attention of Dilandau and Folken switched back and forth between the two. "You need to learn to talk about this. You need to stop withdrawing yourself and be able to look back on this and accept it." Dotario managed to say in a soothing tone.
Dilandau was getting sick of waiting for the answer, he really wanted to hear this. A cruel smile came upon his face as he watched Adriana become tenser with every second.
"I . . . ." she began, not able to control her tears.
'This is taking so long, why can't she spit it out? What? Was she abused or something? Gaw, women.' Dilandau thought rolling his eyes, resting his chin in his hand. Dotario shot Dilandau a dirty look after he rolled his eyed.
Adriana took a deep breath and moved her hair out of her face. She still couldn't make eye contact with anyone, but she found that her tear stained face was drying. "I was abused." she exhaled in a whisper.
Dilandau involuntarily snorted before he could prevent himself from doing so. Adriana was looming over his sitting form in the blink of an eye. Her hot glare piercing his fire eyes.
"What's the big deal? You were hit a few times, get over it." Dilandau growled.
She continued to stand in front of him, her voice low and hazardous. "I wasn't just 'hit a few times', I was tortured by demons. And it wasn't the Draconians like you think it was. I'm talking about full fledged, demons from the world between the Mystic Moon and Gaea!" Adriana slapped him hard.
Dilandau slowly turned to look up at her stern face, teeth clenched. "You stupid bitch! There isn't a world in between Gaea and the Mystic Moon!"
She was about to violently backhand him when he caught her wrist before she hit him again. His eyes were shadowed as anger pulsed through his war broken body. He was ready to attack her for attempting to strike the commander of the elite Dragonslayer. Dilandaus' fingers tightened around her fragile wrist. 'How could I ever fear such a child?' he thought to himself.
"Let go of her." Folken said, showing an actual emotion of irritation.
Adriana struggled to get away from him. Dotario remained sitting down, he knew what would happen and he didn't want to ruin the whole mission. Dilandau brought his free hand to her throat, holding it tightly. She started clawing at his gloved hand to stop him from choking her. She began feeling very uneasy about having no air pass through her lungs. "Having some trouble? Why don't you use your damn fire shit then?" he growled.
"Fire?" the Strategos looked at Dotario skeptically, moving to stop Dilandau.
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// // - Shesta - /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
The wind blew over the blue house, causing all the bright curtains to sway and the dirt to start their own petit sandstorms. Yet every human was unmoving during that little breeze.
"Mommy, who is he?" the little boy, Saris looked into her eyes. Blue, innocent eyes confused and startled.
The woman had been holding her breath and exhaled, "Saris, my son, this is your older brother Shesta."
The little boy was shocked to hear that the stranger wearing armor and carrying a sword, something he wasn't ever allowed to do, was his older brother. Shesta had slightly suspected this when he saw the boy answer the door, but he was struck with many new thoughts. 'Why did no one tell me I had a brother? Why didn't anyone write me about this?'
"Saris," his mother said sweetly, giving him a look only a mother could, "How about you go to your room and draw?"
"Um, ok mommy!" he smiled bounding deeper into the blue house. Footsteps were heard in the distance as Saris raced up the stairs.
"Will you come in?" the blond woman asked, cleaning the plate fragments off the floor. She was angry that he just suddenly showed up here.
"Here, let me help you . . .mother." he said bending down and carefully picking up the broken pieces.
When the floor was pretty much devoid of slivers from the broken plate, they moved into the kitchen. Shesta sat at the small table meant for three people to sit at. He sat in his favorite spot as a young boy, right beside the window. His mother moved a wooden chair so she could sit across from him.
"Son . . ." she whispered out.
"I know it's been a long time since-" he began to reply, only to be cut of by his own mother.
"Long time?" she screamed, "You said that you'd write to us at least once a month. Your father and I didn't mind it at first when we got fewer and fewer letters your first few years. But then you stopped writing to us." she said in a betrayed tone.
"Mom, I wrote to you after those first few years! I know I did!" he yelled from his seat.
"How could you just leave us when you six years old?" she began to cry softly.
"Mom." he said delicately moving to sit beside her and hug her. He didn't get far before he was pushed away. "You weren't here for me for nine years and it was your decision to leave us. My Gods, you were too young to make a decision like! What made you leave Shesta, what?"
"I left because I was qualified enough to become an elite soldier! Mother, our nation needed us." Shesta said in anger. Nothing like a good old fight with your mom for a reunion.
She sat silently, staring down at the table, her light blond hair covering most of her face. "So a country is more important to you than your own family?"
". . . Mother."
"I have to admit I am hurt that you left, but for some reason your father always saw you in a different light." the woman giggled softly at her comment.
"Where is dad?"
Shestas' mother breathed in unsteadily at the question. She shook her head as she spoke to him. "I'm sorry son, he died a year ago. I wrote you a letter, I thought you would at least get that."
The blond teen was shaking ever so slightly, even though he had been trained not to show his emotions. A shudder finally stirred over his body. Followed by a cry escaping his lips and tears splattering onto the table. His mother moved closer to him, holding him. The fact that she was still ashamed that he left was suddenly obliterated. They both suddenly had something I common that would never change between them. The lose of a husband, and a father.
The two felt a smaller being embraced them, Shesta looked down and found his younger brother. Saris had crawled down the stairs to hear the conversation between his mother and his brother. The child was so alien to Shestas' eyes, but he knew he could care for him, as an older brother should. "Saris." the Dragonslayer said gingerly moving down to hug him. The affectionate kid wrapped his arms around Shestas' armor best he could, returning the hug.