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
----- 2. Say You're Here -----
I slowly opened my eyes, something strange massaging my heart and flowing through my body. What was this? I'm not supposed to feel... only the nothing. That was supposed to be fate.
Memories suddenly flashed through my mind; the push, the Mazoku, the pain, the sweet feeling, the fall, the man. I slowly sat up, and winced as my shoulder blades throbbed with pain. But, it was better than feeling nothing.
Anything was better than that curse. Anything.
"So you're awake?"
I blinked and looked over and saw the man who had caught me after I fell. He was sitting by a fire nearby, where some fish were being cooked. Looking him over, he had odd blue skin and spiky lavender hair. Small pebbles seemed to be a part of his skin as well. His stony blue eyes clouded with grief, frustration, and anger as he watched me take in his appearance.
"Here, breakfast," he gruffly mumbled, handing me one of the fish.
I stared at it for a moment before gingerly taking a bite of it.
Sensations flared in my mouth, sending speedy messages to my mind and explaining what this was: taste. I could taste the food that I ate, I could use my sense of taste again.
"Are you okay?" the man asked with a puzzled expression.
I nodded and took another bite, this one just as good. "I can't remember the last time I could taste my food," I explained to him quickly, biting another piece. He watched me in silence as I ate my fish and he nibbled on his.
Once I was finished, I took a deep breath and prepared to ask him about my dream. I always dreamt, it had been my escape from the nothing, but then they had taken sleep away from me. Now, I could dream again and, as before, they were prophetic dreams.
"Excuse me," I piped up softly. "Um, could you tell me what your name is?"
He nodded. "Zelgadis."
"Thank you, Zelgadis," I smiled. "Would you happen to know about a man about your age with violet hair and a fox smile an-"
"Why, hello, Zelgadis!"
Zelgadis turned to glare at the man who had interrupted me. I stared at him- the man was the exact person I'd been describing. I guess Zelgadis does know him.
"What are you doing here, Xellos?" Zelgadis demanded angrily.
The man, Xellos, chuckled. "Oh, come on Zelgadis, haven't you missed me?"
"No, I can't say I have."
"Oh, you're so mean, Zel," Xellos pouted playfully. He seemed to notice me at that point and I felt a strange cold shiver run across my skin. This was a feeling I remembered, though only barely. Fear. "And who is this?" he asked interestedly.
"None of your business, Xellos," Zelgadis growled.
I watched Xellos and my face became determined as a new emotion caught my chest and seemed to refill me with strength. Courage. I stood up so that I was on the same eye level as Xellos and let the prophecy flow.
"You who feed on blackest hearts,
You who plays a trickster's tune,
You who plans future like a game,
You who has been sent by darkest Lord;
Before you lies a path of lies,
One marked by Angel's prophecy,
Use your bag of tricks, my monster,
For the game is now afoot."
I felt myself turn to Zelgadis, and knew my pale blue eyes were glowing with the eerie power bestowed upon my lips.
"You who longs for cure unknown,
You who sees with such clouded eyes,
You who misinterprets friendship,
You who is mistaken for monster;
Travel far and travel deep,
With an angel's wings you'll find a cure,
But no angel can help unless their heart is pure;
Remove the taint and find mem'ry beneath mask."
I finished and sat down, slowly regaining control of my body again. I looked up and saw both men looking puzzled, thoughtful, and interested.
"What are you?" Xellos asked.
I shrugged and looked down at the hem of my dress. "I don't remember."
He examined me from afar before nodding. "You're too empty to be human. You don't have enough negativity to be Mazoku. Therefore, I'm going to guess and say you're the "angel" in that prophecy."
I stared at him in disbelief. My heart felt as though it were trying to edge away from that guess. "Me? An angel? There's no such thing... is there?"
He shrugged. "Sometimes that is what the gods' minions are called."
"Tell him what you remember," Zelgadis ordered softly.
I sighed and closed my eyes, thinking hard. "I was told I had failed, it was too late, I didn't get a second chance. They took everything away from me, and left me with the nothing. I don't remember how long it was, but the nothing made it feel like forever. The Mazoku were fighting them, but that was normal. Always, they were fighting.
"Then someone pushed me, and I fell into the fighting. A Mazoku came and fed me black emotions, and I did not retreat. I was not supposed to feel anything, but the Mazoku gave me emotion again. Feeling anything is better than the nothing. Then I felt pain in my back, and something flowed down it freely, staining my dress. I couldn't stay, and so I fell out. And I kept falling until I saw the land, and then Zelgadis did something that made me stop falling so fast."
Xellos and Zelgadis were watching me thoughtfully when I opened my eyes again. "It actually does sound like she was a minion of the gods," Xellos commented. "But I've never heard of "the nothing" as she called it. What could she have done to make the god so angry they took all emotion from her? Her memories and namesake as well."
"What did you just say? "Namesake"?" Zelgadis questioned.
"Yes, your truth-name. It's the true you, the name for you. If it's taken away, you loose the true you. Taking away her namesake would allow the god to do with her as they pleased."
Sighing, I fuzzed out their conversation and instead began playing with an exceptionally long blade of grass. I wish they wouldn't talk about me like I'm not here, I thought sadly. Sadness was another emotion that I quickly relished, feeling my heart droop and my eyes water.
It's been so long since I could feel. This is wonderful...
A memory shot into my head.
"Rhian! Rhian!" a small girl laughed, running through a forest into a meadow. The girl had honey-colored hair and bright blue eyes, and wore a plain brown leather dress that ended a few inches above the knees.
"BOO!" a boy's voice sounded from behind the girl, knocking her over in surprise.
The girl shrieked with laughter, her cute smile genuine. "There you are, Rhian! I was looking for you!"
A half-horse, half-human creature stepped out of the forest behind her into the sunny meadow. His skin was dark brown, and his hair was a darker shade of brown. His eyes were a green color that seemed to glow. He smiled at the girl.
"What is it, then?"
She giggled. "The villagers let the fox-man go! Aren't you happy?"
He nodded. "Of course, that's great news! I'm glad he got away. Did you get to speak with him before he left?"
The girl nodded as well. "Yep! He said he was one of a handful left, like you kind. He didn't know about this, though," she held up a small necklace that was made of horse hair with a small green orb looped through it.
"Oh, darn. Well, we'll try again with another half-human creature next time, right?"
"Yeah, you bet! We're not ever giving up," the girl cheered. She stood and hugged the boy, her head only reaching the crook of his neck. "I'll keep on searching, and I'll even ask the gods if I have to," she told him with a smile.
He smiled back and hugged her. "Oh, did you catch the fox-man's name before he left?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah. His name was Jillas. Isn't that a pretty name?"
I blinked, the memory over. Had that been... me? The little girl? Who was the half-horse boy, Rhian? And who was Jillas? -----
Xellos and Zelgadis finally decided that they would travel to Sailoon, and find Amelia, Lina, and Gourry there. I had no clue who those people were, but I supposed we'd need help to fulfill a prophecy.
After a couple minutes, Xellos spoke up. "So, if you don't have a name, what do we call you?"
I blinked as my cheeks turned a light pink. "Oh, I don't know... anything will do, I guess."
"How about Angel?" Zelgadis suggested.
I smiled and nodded. "That sounds nice," I agreed.
"Though we will have to find your truth-name sometime soon," Xellos said. "You can't live as no one without the help of the gods for very long. If you don't find it soon, you won't be able to live."
Zelgadis and I fell silent at the horrid thought.
We walked for a while, traveling through the small forest and past it until we came upon a village. I didn't complain, though my legs were aching from the long trek. I didn't usually walk that much. Actually, I don't remember walking more than a couple paces every day.
After a small but delicious dinner at the inn, Zelgadis and I went to sleep. Xellos went outside, explaining that he needed to speak with his master. Once more I slept, and once more I dreamt.
I woke up to a tapping sound on my window. I watched it for a minute before it tapped again, and I realized what the tapping was. Someone was throwing pebbles at my window.
Still wearing the same dress as always, I made my way over to the window and waited for the next stone to pass before opening the window and sticking my head out. I peered around and saw an arm sticking out from behind a tree.
The arm made movements that clearly said come here now, so I closed my window and hurried down the stairs and outside. Curiously, I walked to the tree where the arm had been and found no one.
"Over here," a rich male voice whispered.
Worry, a pinching of my heart and a tightess in my body, spread quickly. "Who are you?" I asked, not even trying to whisper. My voice was soft enough already.
"I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what your wondering."
I cautiously made my way over to a shadowed area where the voice had been coming from. Dark-skinned hands snapped out of the shadows and quickly snatched me up, and I felt myself being carried away.
"Stop it!! Let me go!!" I yelled.
"Hush. Let me get somewhere safe before we speak," the voice said.
I twisted around, trying to see who it was, but before I could, firm hands covered my eyes and mouth.
After a couple minutes of struggling, the man stopped and let go of my face. I turned to glare at him, fiery anger boiling in my veins, when I noticed a familiarity about him. I then gasped, my eyes popping open.
"Remember me?" Rhian asked.
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
----- 2. Say You're Here -----
I slowly opened my eyes, something strange massaging my heart and flowing through my body. What was this? I'm not supposed to feel... only the nothing. That was supposed to be fate.
Memories suddenly flashed through my mind; the push, the Mazoku, the pain, the sweet feeling, the fall, the man. I slowly sat up, and winced as my shoulder blades throbbed with pain. But, it was better than feeling nothing.
Anything was better than that curse. Anything.
"So you're awake?"
I blinked and looked over and saw the man who had caught me after I fell. He was sitting by a fire nearby, where some fish were being cooked. Looking him over, he had odd blue skin and spiky lavender hair. Small pebbles seemed to be a part of his skin as well. His stony blue eyes clouded with grief, frustration, and anger as he watched me take in his appearance.
"Here, breakfast," he gruffly mumbled, handing me one of the fish.
I stared at it for a moment before gingerly taking a bite of it.
Sensations flared in my mouth, sending speedy messages to my mind and explaining what this was: taste. I could taste the food that I ate, I could use my sense of taste again.
"Are you okay?" the man asked with a puzzled expression.
I nodded and took another bite, this one just as good. "I can't remember the last time I could taste my food," I explained to him quickly, biting another piece. He watched me in silence as I ate my fish and he nibbled on his.
Once I was finished, I took a deep breath and prepared to ask him about my dream. I always dreamt, it had been my escape from the nothing, but then they had taken sleep away from me. Now, I could dream again and, as before, they were prophetic dreams.
"Excuse me," I piped up softly. "Um, could you tell me what your name is?"
He nodded. "Zelgadis."
"Thank you, Zelgadis," I smiled. "Would you happen to know about a man about your age with violet hair and a fox smile an-"
"Why, hello, Zelgadis!"
Zelgadis turned to glare at the man who had interrupted me. I stared at him- the man was the exact person I'd been describing. I guess Zelgadis does know him.
"What are you doing here, Xellos?" Zelgadis demanded angrily.
The man, Xellos, chuckled. "Oh, come on Zelgadis, haven't you missed me?"
"No, I can't say I have."
"Oh, you're so mean, Zel," Xellos pouted playfully. He seemed to notice me at that point and I felt a strange cold shiver run across my skin. This was a feeling I remembered, though only barely. Fear. "And who is this?" he asked interestedly.
"None of your business, Xellos," Zelgadis growled.
I watched Xellos and my face became determined as a new emotion caught my chest and seemed to refill me with strength. Courage. I stood up so that I was on the same eye level as Xellos and let the prophecy flow.
"You who feed on blackest hearts,
You who plays a trickster's tune,
You who plans future like a game,
You who has been sent by darkest Lord;
Before you lies a path of lies,
One marked by Angel's prophecy,
Use your bag of tricks, my monster,
For the game is now afoot."
I felt myself turn to Zelgadis, and knew my pale blue eyes were glowing with the eerie power bestowed upon my lips.
"You who longs for cure unknown,
You who sees with such clouded eyes,
You who misinterprets friendship,
You who is mistaken for monster;
Travel far and travel deep,
With an angel's wings you'll find a cure,
But no angel can help unless their heart is pure;
Remove the taint and find mem'ry beneath mask."
I finished and sat down, slowly regaining control of my body again. I looked up and saw both men looking puzzled, thoughtful, and interested.
"What are you?" Xellos asked.
I shrugged and looked down at the hem of my dress. "I don't remember."
He examined me from afar before nodding. "You're too empty to be human. You don't have enough negativity to be Mazoku. Therefore, I'm going to guess and say you're the "angel" in that prophecy."
I stared at him in disbelief. My heart felt as though it were trying to edge away from that guess. "Me? An angel? There's no such thing... is there?"
He shrugged. "Sometimes that is what the gods' minions are called."
"Tell him what you remember," Zelgadis ordered softly.
I sighed and closed my eyes, thinking hard. "I was told I had failed, it was too late, I didn't get a second chance. They took everything away from me, and left me with the nothing. I don't remember how long it was, but the nothing made it feel like forever. The Mazoku were fighting them, but that was normal. Always, they were fighting.
"Then someone pushed me, and I fell into the fighting. A Mazoku came and fed me black emotions, and I did not retreat. I was not supposed to feel anything, but the Mazoku gave me emotion again. Feeling anything is better than the nothing. Then I felt pain in my back, and something flowed down it freely, staining my dress. I couldn't stay, and so I fell out. And I kept falling until I saw the land, and then Zelgadis did something that made me stop falling so fast."
Xellos and Zelgadis were watching me thoughtfully when I opened my eyes again. "It actually does sound like she was a minion of the gods," Xellos commented. "But I've never heard of "the nothing" as she called it. What could she have done to make the god so angry they took all emotion from her? Her memories and namesake as well."
"What did you just say? "Namesake"?" Zelgadis questioned.
"Yes, your truth-name. It's the true you, the name for you. If it's taken away, you loose the true you. Taking away her namesake would allow the god to do with her as they pleased."
Sighing, I fuzzed out their conversation and instead began playing with an exceptionally long blade of grass. I wish they wouldn't talk about me like I'm not here, I thought sadly. Sadness was another emotion that I quickly relished, feeling my heart droop and my eyes water.
It's been so long since I could feel. This is wonderful...
A memory shot into my head.
"Rhian! Rhian!" a small girl laughed, running through a forest into a meadow. The girl had honey-colored hair and bright blue eyes, and wore a plain brown leather dress that ended a few inches above the knees.
"BOO!" a boy's voice sounded from behind the girl, knocking her over in surprise.
The girl shrieked with laughter, her cute smile genuine. "There you are, Rhian! I was looking for you!"
A half-horse, half-human creature stepped out of the forest behind her into the sunny meadow. His skin was dark brown, and his hair was a darker shade of brown. His eyes were a green color that seemed to glow. He smiled at the girl.
"What is it, then?"
She giggled. "The villagers let the fox-man go! Aren't you happy?"
He nodded. "Of course, that's great news! I'm glad he got away. Did you get to speak with him before he left?"
The girl nodded as well. "Yep! He said he was one of a handful left, like you kind. He didn't know about this, though," she held up a small necklace that was made of horse hair with a small green orb looped through it.
"Oh, darn. Well, we'll try again with another half-human creature next time, right?"
"Yeah, you bet! We're not ever giving up," the girl cheered. She stood and hugged the boy, her head only reaching the crook of his neck. "I'll keep on searching, and I'll even ask the gods if I have to," she told him with a smile.
He smiled back and hugged her. "Oh, did you catch the fox-man's name before he left?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah. His name was Jillas. Isn't that a pretty name?"
I blinked, the memory over. Had that been... me? The little girl? Who was the half-horse boy, Rhian? And who was Jillas? -----
Xellos and Zelgadis finally decided that they would travel to Sailoon, and find Amelia, Lina, and Gourry there. I had no clue who those people were, but I supposed we'd need help to fulfill a prophecy.
After a couple minutes, Xellos spoke up. "So, if you don't have a name, what do we call you?"
I blinked as my cheeks turned a light pink. "Oh, I don't know... anything will do, I guess."
"How about Angel?" Zelgadis suggested.
I smiled and nodded. "That sounds nice," I agreed.
"Though we will have to find your truth-name sometime soon," Xellos said. "You can't live as no one without the help of the gods for very long. If you don't find it soon, you won't be able to live."
Zelgadis and I fell silent at the horrid thought.
We walked for a while, traveling through the small forest and past it until we came upon a village. I didn't complain, though my legs were aching from the long trek. I didn't usually walk that much. Actually, I don't remember walking more than a couple paces every day.
After a small but delicious dinner at the inn, Zelgadis and I went to sleep. Xellos went outside, explaining that he needed to speak with his master. Once more I slept, and once more I dreamt.
I woke up to a tapping sound on my window. I watched it for a minute before it tapped again, and I realized what the tapping was. Someone was throwing pebbles at my window.
Still wearing the same dress as always, I made my way over to the window and waited for the next stone to pass before opening the window and sticking my head out. I peered around and saw an arm sticking out from behind a tree.
The arm made movements that clearly said come here now, so I closed my window and hurried down the stairs and outside. Curiously, I walked to the tree where the arm had been and found no one.
"Over here," a rich male voice whispered.
Worry, a pinching of my heart and a tightess in my body, spread quickly. "Who are you?" I asked, not even trying to whisper. My voice was soft enough already.
"I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what your wondering."
I cautiously made my way over to a shadowed area where the voice had been coming from. Dark-skinned hands snapped out of the shadows and quickly snatched me up, and I felt myself being carried away.
"Stop it!! Let me go!!" I yelled.
"Hush. Let me get somewhere safe before we speak," the voice said.
I twisted around, trying to see who it was, but before I could, firm hands covered my eyes and mouth.
After a couple minutes of struggling, the man stopped and let go of my face. I turned to glare at him, fiery anger boiling in my veins, when I noticed a familiarity about him. I then gasped, my eyes popping open.
"Remember me?" Rhian asked.