SM (ShadowMistress): OK! Here it is! My first Escaflowne fic!
Tiffanee: YAY! ^_^
SM: Thank-you! Thank-you! Now here with me today is one of my best friends and muses, Tiffanee!
Tiffanee: Hi!
SM: And my little brat brother is here as well…
Andrew: Huh? What?
SM: Yes, he is retarded ^_^
Andrew: Hey! I am NOT retard-OUCH!
*SM hits Andrew on the head*
SM: No time for your retarded babbling…
Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne or any characters related to it. I do own the character named Rachael though and any other character not from Escaflowne.
Summary: Your basic girl goes to Gaia. Or is it? Is there more to this girl than meets the eye? You'll have to read to find out!
Info: The Dragon Slayers have come back to life and are fighting with Zibach once again. Dilandau and Celeana are two different people now and Folken is back as well. Dornkirk is still dead and Folken is the Emperor.
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Fire Demon
An Escaflowne Fic
By ShadowMistress
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Crystal blue eyes glared hatefully out at the surrounding soldiers. Three days the prisoner had been held and each day the prisoner was tortured and beaten. The soldiers were trying to get information where there is none.
The prisoner was one of a kind. For it was a girl, a girl from the Mystic Moon. When the soldiers first found her they thought her a spy from Zibach. She had told them she knew nothing of Zibach but they would not listen.
After three days without food, with very little water, and under continuous torture, many men even seasoned soldiers would have died. But this girl of barely 18 didn't even utter a sound.
Finally at the end of the third day a man with long blond hair wearing blue and white armour, the very man who had brought her here said that that was enough.
"She obviously knows nothing" he said, while he looked at her obviously disgusted. "Even if she did we probably won't get it out of her." The girl glared up at him defiantly while a strand of light brown hair matted with blood fell in front of her eyes.
"What should we do with her?" one of the soldiers asked.
"That depends," the blond answered, "You shall decide that girl…are you still loyal to Zibach or are you willing to join us?" The girl let out a hash bark of laughter.
"HA! I told you once before," she said, "I don't know what Zibach is nor am I a spy for them!" Her voice was croaky at first because of not being used for so long. "As for joining you…I don't even know how you can ask that after what you've done." The blond knight, as the girl figured him to be, looked unfazed.
"It doesn't matter; we have others to question now." He looked to the soldiers, "We have captured two of Dilandau's Dragon Slayers. You will begin 'questioning' them starting tomorrow." He looked to the girl. "As for her…lock her up with them…it's not like she can do anything."
The girl glared coldly at the blond knight and then spit at him, hitting him directly in the face. The outraged knight washed the spit off and backhanded her harshly. Her head which had been snapped to the side turned slowly back to glare hatefully at the blond knight.
"I will make sure you die most horribly!" the girl snarled through her clenched teeth.
"I'm afraid you won't live long enough for that." He said smiling; "besides, I am Allan Schezar, Knight of Caeli. What could a mere girl such as yourself do to me?"
The girl snarled as she was dragged to the dirtiest cell they had. She had been staying here when she wasn't being tortured and by what she had overheard, she had company.
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~*~Inside the cell~*~
Two young men around the age of 18 were sitting cross-legged on the filthy ground when the door was thrown open. They turned their heads to see what the guards were doing when someone was thrown in. The door was shut again. The two young men went to see who it was, fearing it was one of their companions. They were both shocked to find a girl beaten beyond belief.
"Holy shit!" one of them finally said after a moment of silence. "Why the hell would they beat a girl this badly?!?!" the guy then started to go into hysterics yelling about possible reasons for the girls condition, while the second one tried to calm his friend down.
"Would you both shut the fuck up?!?!" both the boys stopped in their tracks shocked for several reasons, one, the fact that a lady had used such foul language. Another reason was the fact that she was speaking coherently let alone the fact that she was conscious at all.
The girl had sat up and put a hand to her head she then pulled her hand away only to see it covered in blood. She then said some colour curses under her breath.
"Uh…so…Who are you and why are you here?" the one guy asked curiously. The girl stopped cursing and looked over at the two people.
"My name is Rachael and as to why I'm here I have no clue." She answered, "They seemed to think I was a spy for some place…"
"Zibach perhaps?" the one who hadn't spoken until now queried. He looked…innocent and had blond hair.
"Yeah, that was it."
"Are you a spy?" The two were now serious and a little suspicious.
"No." She answered bluntly. "I don't even know what Zibach is."
"WHAT?!" the one guy almost fell over in shock. "Where the hell are you from the Mystic Moon?!"
"Well actually…Yeah." (SM: Rachael had learned what the 'Mystic Moon' was when she was captured.)
"Really?" The seriousness was now completely gone.
"Yeah. Uh…hey who are you guys anyway?"
"Oh! Sorry! I'm Chesta." The innocent looking blond said. "And this is Miguel." Chesta motioned to his friend.
"Nice to meet you."
Chesta and Miguel noticed that Rachael never smiled and that she was always cold even though she seemed t be trying to be polite.
Rachael looked over at the door and shakily got to her feet. Chesta and Miguel shot up after her afraid that she might fall. But she held strong and made her way over to the door. She looked at the lock and smirked.
"How's about we get out of here?" She asked and then turned her back to the boys. She pulled a dagger out of her sleeve and fiddled with the lock a bit before…*Click* the door was open and the two Dragon Slayers just stared at her in amazement.
"Wha? How?" Chesta couldn't seem to get a sentence together.
"I borrowed this from one of the guards." Rachael said holding the dagger and smirking. "C'mon, let's get out of here."
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SM: Sorry to leave you hanging but I'm tired and I should really go to bed. Anyway the people in this fic are probably all going to be a little if not very OOC. And just so you know this is probably going to be a Dilandau/OC (Rachael) fic and I'd rather not have any flames about that fact. Thanks!
Please review!
Constructive criticism is accepted!
Flames will be used to amuse me… (I'm a pyro! And I'm proud of it!)
BYE!
