Reflections of Past Glory
Part 2
Freyja opened her eyes and then immediately shut them again. She was not in her wizard's room, instead she was in a room that she didn't recognize. Just play dead and whomever's around will think you are, she thought to herself. Then you can escape and run back to your home, scold the wizard for sending you across the world and continue on with your life.
"Relena?" a voice asked. It was familiar... so familiar... Raphael! He must have been pulled into the portal too! After all, he was standing right next to the doors. Freyja turned and looked at her guard, then the light faded from her eyes. He was dressed strangely, not at all like anything he usually wore or anyone else for that matter.
"Relena? Why are you dressed like that?"
"Why are YOU dressed like that?" she asked, rising off the bed she was lying on. "You are dressed like an upper-class servant."
To Quatre, her voice sounded more regal than usual. He was shocked to hear her speak in such a way, as though it she usually spoke that way.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine. Now answer my question."
"Answer mine first."
Freyja was flabbergasted. "How dare you speak to me in such an insubordinate manner!"
"Relena, are you sure you're feeling alright?"
"Do not ask me such things, and I have no idea as to whom this 'Relena' is you speak of. Stop being disrespectful this instant and stop calling me by that name. Now answer my question. Why are you dressed like that?!"
Her voice was too regal. Something was not right. Quatre walked forward and circled around her, examining her closely. She had on a princess's gown, one that resembled that of the Sanc Kingdom but it was different in a way... older.
"Stop circling me like a lustful vulture! Now I command you to answer me at once!"
"Guys!" Quatre called over his shoulder. "I think you should come in here!"
"Why are you referring to the others as 'guys?' It is such a dishonorable term and reeks of bad grammar. Besides, I am the only one who can give orders to the other knights unless we are emerged in a war, then Odin is permitted to as well. Have you forgotten so easily?"
"'Sup, Quatre?" Duo exclaimed as he strode into the room. "Hey! Nice dress, M'lady! Goin' to a costume party later?"
"Anubis! Another example of poor grammar and word choice! What is wrong with the both of you?"
Duo's eyes widened both curiously and suspiciously. "Anubis? I'm not Anubis, I'm Duo, don't you remember? And why are you talking like you are some sort of empress or something, and why are you dressed in some medieval-looking dress?"
"What's going on?" Wufei asked as he waked into the room. "I heard Quatre call for us."
"Draco! Finally some sense! Would you please remind the others just who I am?"
Wufei cocked an eyebrow. Draco? "You are Relena Peacecraft."
Freyja was beyond thunderstruck. "Who is this Relena?!!"
"What's going on?" Trowa asked as he and Heero walked through the doors. They both froze when they caught sight of Relena. "Uh..."
"Odin! Triton! Please tell me that you two still have some sense left in you."
"Odin?" Heero asked.
"Triton?" asked Trowa. "Why are you calling me by my biological name?"
"Of course it is your biological name, Triton! Has the whole world gone mad or is it just me?!" Freyja screamed as she threw her arms into the air.
"It's you," they all said at once.
Freyja huffed and narrowed her eyes dangerously at them. "How dare you show such disrespect to your crowned princess."
"Okay, this is getting really weird now," Duo stated, glancing nervously towards the other pilots in the room.
"Quatre, what happened?" Heero asked.
"I don't know. If found her laying on her bed like she had forcefully fallen on it. Then when I woke her up, she called me Raphael and said I looked like an upper-class servant. I looked her over, trying to see if she had a bump on the head, and then called you all in."
"She sounds too regal, man," Duo commented. "And I've never seen that dress before."
"It is a gown, not a dress, and stop conversing as if I am not here!" Freyja exclaimed.
"I think she somehow got bumped on the head," Duo continued.
"We'll see," Heero stated as he waked up to Freyja. He held up his fingers, "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"... Three..."
"What is my name?"
"Odin, Guardian of the Cosmos."
Heero looked skeptical. "What's your name?"
"Why do you ask such questions?"
"Answer me," he growled.
Freyja glared fire and daggers at Heero. "I am Princess Freyja of the sovereign nation, the Sangian Kingdom, and the last of the royal bloodline."
Heero gave her a calculating stare while the others smirked and snickered behind him.
"Okay, Relena," Quatre laughed. "You can stop playing now."
Freyja fixated her glare on the blond Arab, sending chills down his spine as well as causing Heero's brow to furrow. Forcefully and quite suddenly, he pushed her sending her sprawling to the bed, landing with a small thump. She stared at him in shock, anger filling her eyes as she leapt to her feet and slapped him harshly across the face. Instantly, the laughter of the others came to an abrupt stop. Relena would never in her life hit Heero, never...
Heero backed up and sent his patented death-glare towards the princess, whipping his gun out and aiming directly for her head. The anger gave way to fear and curiosity as Freyja stared at the alien weapon. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, although her instincts were screaming at her not to make the boy made any further. The weapon, though it was so tiny, brought a lot of damage and power whenever used, and somehow she knew it.
"O-Odin... I don't know what that thing is, b-but I command you to put that – thing – away..."
"Not likely," he growled. "Now, who are you, where did you come from, and what have you done with Relena, the real princess of the Sanc Kingdom?"
Freyja looked at Heero questioningly before he eyes widened. "W-what year is it?"
"AC 197," Wufei answered smugly, though a cautious gleam existed in his eyes.
"What?"
"After Colony 197," he answered again.
"Years please."
"2199," Quatre stated.
Freyja's eyes widened. Solomon... he had somehow succeeded in sending her to the future, though obviously he was nowhere to be found. She was... in the future... Freyja fainted dead away as the knowledge sunk in.
Freyja opened her eyes and then immediately shut them again. She was not in her wizard's room, instead she was in a room that she didn't recognize. Just play dead and whomever's around will think you are, she thought to herself. Then you can escape and run back to your home, scold the wizard for sending you across the world and continue on with your life.
"Relena?" a voice asked. It was familiar... so familiar... Raphael! He must have been pulled into the portal too! After all, he was standing right next to the doors. Freyja turned and looked at her guard, then the light faded from her eyes. He was dressed strangely, not at all like anything he usually wore or anyone else for that matter.
"Relena? Why are you dressed like that?"
"Why are YOU dressed like that?" she asked, rising off the bed she was lying on. "You are dressed like an upper-class servant."
To Quatre, her voice sounded more regal than usual. He was shocked to hear her speak in such a way, as though it she usually spoke that way.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine. Now answer my question."
"Answer mine first."
Freyja was flabbergasted. "How dare you speak to me in such an insubordinate manner!"
"Relena, are you sure you're feeling alright?"
"Do not ask me such things, and I have no idea as to whom this 'Relena' is you speak of. Stop being disrespectful this instant and stop calling me by that name. Now answer my question. Why are you dressed like that?!"
Her voice was too regal. Something was not right. Quatre walked forward and circled around her, examining her closely. She had on a princess's gown, one that resembled that of the Sanc Kingdom but it was different in a way... older.
"Stop circling me like a lustful vulture! Now I command you to answer me at once!"
"Guys!" Quatre called over his shoulder. "I think you should come in here!"
"Why are you referring to the others as 'guys?' It is such a dishonorable term and reeks of bad grammar. Besides, I am the only one who can give orders to the other knights unless we are emerged in a war, then Odin is permitted to as well. Have you forgotten so easily?"
"'Sup, Quatre?" Duo exclaimed as he strode into the room. "Hey! Nice dress, M'lady! Goin' to a costume party later?"
"Anubis! Another example of poor grammar and word choice! What is wrong with the both of you?"
Duo's eyes widened both curiously and suspiciously. "Anubis? I'm not Anubis, I'm Duo, don't you remember? And why are you talking like you are some sort of empress or something, and why are you dressed in some medieval-looking dress?"
"What's going on?" Wufei asked as he waked into the room. "I heard Quatre call for us."
"Draco! Finally some sense! Would you please remind the others just who I am?"
Wufei cocked an eyebrow. Draco? "You are Relena Peacecraft."
Freyja was beyond thunderstruck. "Who is this Relena?!!"
"What's going on?" Trowa asked as he and Heero walked through the doors. They both froze when they caught sight of Relena. "Uh..."
"Odin! Triton! Please tell me that you two still have some sense left in you."
"Odin?" Heero asked.
"Triton?" asked Trowa. "Why are you calling me by my biological name?"
"Of course it is your biological name, Triton! Has the whole world gone mad or is it just me?!" Freyja screamed as she threw her arms into the air.
"It's you," they all said at once.
Freyja huffed and narrowed her eyes dangerously at them. "How dare you show such disrespect to your crowned princess."
"Okay, this is getting really weird now," Duo stated, glancing nervously towards the other pilots in the room.
"Quatre, what happened?" Heero asked.
"I don't know. If found her laying on her bed like she had forcefully fallen on it. Then when I woke her up, she called me Raphael and said I looked like an upper-class servant. I looked her over, trying to see if she had a bump on the head, and then called you all in."
"She sounds too regal, man," Duo commented. "And I've never seen that dress before."
"It is a gown, not a dress, and stop conversing as if I am not here!" Freyja exclaimed.
"I think she somehow got bumped on the head," Duo continued.
"We'll see," Heero stated as he waked up to Freyja. He held up his fingers, "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"... Three..."
"What is my name?"
"Odin, Guardian of the Cosmos."
Heero looked skeptical. "What's your name?"
"Why do you ask such questions?"
"Answer me," he growled.
Freyja glared fire and daggers at Heero. "I am Princess Freyja of the sovereign nation, the Sangian Kingdom, and the last of the royal bloodline."
Heero gave her a calculating stare while the others smirked and snickered behind him.
"Okay, Relena," Quatre laughed. "You can stop playing now."
Freyja fixated her glare on the blond Arab, sending chills down his spine as well as causing Heero's brow to furrow. Forcefully and quite suddenly, he pushed her sending her sprawling to the bed, landing with a small thump. She stared at him in shock, anger filling her eyes as she leapt to her feet and slapped him harshly across the face. Instantly, the laughter of the others came to an abrupt stop. Relena would never in her life hit Heero, never...
Heero backed up and sent his patented death-glare towards the princess, whipping his gun out and aiming directly for her head. The anger gave way to fear and curiosity as Freyja stared at the alien weapon. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, although her instincts were screaming at her not to make the boy made any further. The weapon, though it was so tiny, brought a lot of damage and power whenever used, and somehow she knew it.
"O-Odin... I don't know what that thing is, b-but I command you to put that – thing – away..."
"Not likely," he growled. "Now, who are you, where did you come from, and what have you done with Relena, the real princess of the Sanc Kingdom?"
Freyja looked at Heero questioningly before he eyes widened. "W-what year is it?"
"AC 197," Wufei answered smugly, though a cautious gleam existed in his eyes.
"What?"
"After Colony 197," he answered again.
"Years please."
"2199," Quatre stated.
Freyja's eyes widened. Solomon... he had somehow succeeded in sending her to the future, though obviously he was nowhere to be found. She was... in the future... Freyja fainted dead away as the knowledge sunk in.