Diana-sama
Slayers: Fallen Angel
Dis: I dun un SL or Evanescence.
Sum: Zel is traveling alone, searching for his cure as always, when a "fallen angel" comes into his life and pulls the gang back together in order to save the world and an angel's wings. Z/OC L/G X/OC
----- 1. Catch Me As I Fall -----
A bright light shone in my eyes. It seared through my soul, yet it did not hurt me. It blinded and healed at the same time. And then a tremendous pain in my back- something being ripped from my shoulder blades. Something warm and cold and wet and sticky falling on my flesh. It hurt so much, but it was a sweet release. It felt good to finally be able to feel something again. I can't remember the last time I could feel.
And then the falling. Long strands kept smacking and whipping at me, the wind forcing them to be so cruel. Water gathered in my eyes and made everything blurry- but everything was always blurry. I wasn't supposed to see. And somehow, a shape made itself before me, forming out of the mist from which I fell. The water from there made me colder as the wind chilled my fragile skin, but there was a strange warmth inside.
Was I giving off heat? Was I... alive?
No, no, of course not. That... that can't be it.
I was told I would not get a second chance.
I was told that I had met my end already, and it was too late.
The shape became clearer before me, and I saw that it was some sort of land, stretching out before me in summer's beauty.
Land...? What is that?
I closed my eyes and tried to remember...
And failed. -----
Zelgadis refilled his water canteen at the small pond, drinking some as well while waiting on dinner to finish cooking. A couple fish were more than enough for him. He walked to the edge of the small forest he was camping in and stepped out onto the grassy plains.
Yet again he had found a clue, and yet again it had been a dead end. In all of his travels, after two years of searching without the others, he had found absolutely nothing.
Sighing, he looked at the water canteen in his hand, noticing Amelia's bracelet on it and smiling a little. She was upset when he'd left, but he was positive she was cheerful and happy now that she was ruling the country and fighting against the evil of politicians.
A whistling sound came to his ears and he glanced around, becoming wary and taking a defensive stance. Listening harder, he heard the whistling sound, and it reminded him of something flying very quickly through the wind.
He looked up and his eyes widened.
Falling toward him was a girl of eighteen or so, with silvery-white hair and pale skin. Her pale, pale blue eyes were blurred by the water that the air was forcing into them. She wore a strange white dress that was cut an inch below the shoulders, with short sleeves that ruffled at the end. The dress ended right below her knees in more ruffles.
"FEATHER FALL!" he yelled, pointing the spell at her. The girl's fall was slowed so that he caught her bridal style without hurting her. "Are you okay?" he asked hurriedly, wondering what the heck she was doing falling from so far up.
She slowly lifted her head to him, and her pale pink lips moved, though no sound came out. Her pale blue eyes reminded him of calm water as they sleepily fell halfway closed. He carried her back into the forest and was about to put her down when he noticed the blood leaking through the back of her dress from her back.
"What in the world happened to you?" he wondered aloud, running over to the pond and slowly dipping her in. She winced as the cold water hit her wounds, but did not seem to be in pain at all. "Can you speak?" he asked while ripping off a piece of his cloak to wipe the blood off.
She nodded slowly, and turned to look at him. Her eyes were clouded, as though she couldn't completely understand, as though there was something confusing on her mind.
"What's your name?" he asked softly, wiping away the worst of the blood. "How did this happen to you?"
She thought for a long moment as he ripped off another piece of his cloak. "Wheshaen d'aer krii trall?" she asked.
"Um... what?"
She thought for a while again. "Techal kechn d'arvitt?" she tried.
He shook his head and began to bandage her wounds, one on each shoulder blade. What a strange place to get hurt...
"Is this correct?" she tried again. Her voice was a soft, light soprano, a quiet but pretty voice.
"Yes," he nodded, concentrating on her wounds.
"Could you please repeat your questions?"
"What's your name, and how did this happen to you?" he repeated.
"My name... I do not have one. It was taken away."
"What...??"
"I don't remember anything, except for what they told me. I was not allowed to go back, it was too late. I couldn't have a second chance. But it was lonely... or, I think it was. I don't remember. They took everything away," she mumbled, her eyes fuzzy with remembrance.
"Who took everything away?" Zel tried instead.
"All of them. There were so many, more than I could count." She blinked quickly and stiffened, her eyes widening as she remembered something. "And there was fighting. Against the dark. Mazoku would come and fight. I wasn't supposed to fight, because I didn't get a second chance. I wasn't allowed to feel anything, not even pain. But then someone pushed me, and I was out in the fighting.
A Mazoku came and tried to poison me with the negative emotions they feed on. But I was happy, I could finally feel something again! Even if they were dark emotions, they were still more than the nothing. Anything is better than the nothing."
She shivered a little, though Zel couldn't tell if it was from the water or the story. He quickly finished up and dragged her back out, wondering what he was going to give her for clothes. He only got new ones when he desperately needed them and he was in a town, so he didn't have any extra on hand.
"I am very tired," the girl murmured. "It will feel good to sleep... they took my sleep away before, too. May I please sleep now?" she asked him.
He was about to comment on her bloody dress when he abruptly stopped himself. The dress was completely clean, showing no sign of the mess it had been before. He shrugged and nodded, and she smiled at him before laying on the soft, mossy ground and falling asleep peacefully.
Zelgadis spent the rest of the night awake, trying to figure out what the heck had just happened.
Slayers: Fallen Angel
Dis: I dun un SL or Evanescence.
Sum: Zel is traveling alone, searching for his cure as always, when a "fallen angel" comes into his life and pulls the gang back together in order to save the world and an angel's wings. Z/OC L/G X/OC
----- 1. Catch Me As I Fall -----
A bright light shone in my eyes. It seared through my soul, yet it did not hurt me. It blinded and healed at the same time. And then a tremendous pain in my back- something being ripped from my shoulder blades. Something warm and cold and wet and sticky falling on my flesh. It hurt so much, but it was a sweet release. It felt good to finally be able to feel something again. I can't remember the last time I could feel.
And then the falling. Long strands kept smacking and whipping at me, the wind forcing them to be so cruel. Water gathered in my eyes and made everything blurry- but everything was always blurry. I wasn't supposed to see. And somehow, a shape made itself before me, forming out of the mist from which I fell. The water from there made me colder as the wind chilled my fragile skin, but there was a strange warmth inside.
Was I giving off heat? Was I... alive?
No, no, of course not. That... that can't be it.
I was told I would not get a second chance.
I was told that I had met my end already, and it was too late.
The shape became clearer before me, and I saw that it was some sort of land, stretching out before me in summer's beauty.
Land...? What is that?
I closed my eyes and tried to remember...
And failed. -----
Zelgadis refilled his water canteen at the small pond, drinking some as well while waiting on dinner to finish cooking. A couple fish were more than enough for him. He walked to the edge of the small forest he was camping in and stepped out onto the grassy plains.
Yet again he had found a clue, and yet again it had been a dead end. In all of his travels, after two years of searching without the others, he had found absolutely nothing.
Sighing, he looked at the water canteen in his hand, noticing Amelia's bracelet on it and smiling a little. She was upset when he'd left, but he was positive she was cheerful and happy now that she was ruling the country and fighting against the evil of politicians.
A whistling sound came to his ears and he glanced around, becoming wary and taking a defensive stance. Listening harder, he heard the whistling sound, and it reminded him of something flying very quickly through the wind.
He looked up and his eyes widened.
Falling toward him was a girl of eighteen or so, with silvery-white hair and pale skin. Her pale, pale blue eyes were blurred by the water that the air was forcing into them. She wore a strange white dress that was cut an inch below the shoulders, with short sleeves that ruffled at the end. The dress ended right below her knees in more ruffles.
"FEATHER FALL!" he yelled, pointing the spell at her. The girl's fall was slowed so that he caught her bridal style without hurting her. "Are you okay?" he asked hurriedly, wondering what the heck she was doing falling from so far up.
She slowly lifted her head to him, and her pale pink lips moved, though no sound came out. Her pale blue eyes reminded him of calm water as they sleepily fell halfway closed. He carried her back into the forest and was about to put her down when he noticed the blood leaking through the back of her dress from her back.
"What in the world happened to you?" he wondered aloud, running over to the pond and slowly dipping her in. She winced as the cold water hit her wounds, but did not seem to be in pain at all. "Can you speak?" he asked while ripping off a piece of his cloak to wipe the blood off.
She nodded slowly, and turned to look at him. Her eyes were clouded, as though she couldn't completely understand, as though there was something confusing on her mind.
"What's your name?" he asked softly, wiping away the worst of the blood. "How did this happen to you?"
She thought for a long moment as he ripped off another piece of his cloak. "Wheshaen d'aer krii trall?" she asked.
"Um... what?"
She thought for a while again. "Techal kechn d'arvitt?" she tried.
He shook his head and began to bandage her wounds, one on each shoulder blade. What a strange place to get hurt...
"Is this correct?" she tried again. Her voice was a soft, light soprano, a quiet but pretty voice.
"Yes," he nodded, concentrating on her wounds.
"Could you please repeat your questions?"
"What's your name, and how did this happen to you?" he repeated.
"My name... I do not have one. It was taken away."
"What...??"
"I don't remember anything, except for what they told me. I was not allowed to go back, it was too late. I couldn't have a second chance. But it was lonely... or, I think it was. I don't remember. They took everything away," she mumbled, her eyes fuzzy with remembrance.
"Who took everything away?" Zel tried instead.
"All of them. There were so many, more than I could count." She blinked quickly and stiffened, her eyes widening as she remembered something. "And there was fighting. Against the dark. Mazoku would come and fight. I wasn't supposed to fight, because I didn't get a second chance. I wasn't allowed to feel anything, not even pain. But then someone pushed me, and I was out in the fighting.
A Mazoku came and tried to poison me with the negative emotions they feed on. But I was happy, I could finally feel something again! Even if they were dark emotions, they were still more than the nothing. Anything is better than the nothing."
She shivered a little, though Zel couldn't tell if it was from the water or the story. He quickly finished up and dragged her back out, wondering what he was going to give her for clothes. He only got new ones when he desperately needed them and he was in a town, so he didn't have any extra on hand.
"I am very tired," the girl murmured. "It will feel good to sleep... they took my sleep away before, too. May I please sleep now?" she asked him.
He was about to comment on her bloody dress when he abruptly stopped himself. The dress was completely clean, showing no sign of the mess it had been before. He shrugged and nodded, and she smiled at him before laying on the soft, mossy ground and falling asleep peacefully.
Zelgadis spent the rest of the night awake, trying to figure out what the heck had just happened.