A/N: This is all very nostalgic (hence the title) and is just giving you a
look into Celena's life up until the point where I'm going to start. I'm
planning on switching over to Celena's POV soon (if you haven't already
figured out who's telling the story, I'll say next chapter) And thanks to
esca_fan , and cat (blah blah blah, eh?) for actually reviewing considering
there wasn't much to say.
~ Disclaimer: This is about the time when suddenly she realized she didn't have a disclaimer. I don't own Escaflowne. phew. That was a close one. ~ ` ` ` ` ` ~Moonchild: Nostalgia~ ` ` ` ` ` ` `
She used to ask me why I sang. Some things even I didn't know. Celena was different from me more than I knew. She always sang for reasons. She was always a funny child. I brought her and her brother to the village, where my people eyed them with curiosity. I cleaned them, and healed them. Celena's expression was ever hopeful and confused. She didn't speak much; I sometimes thought she could say a whole sentence in one word. The boy never came to trust me. He stayed because his sister did, his eyes coldly observed me, rimmed with mistrust. He was a barrier to Celena, I knew then I would send him away as soon as he was old enough to fight. He was warrior even then I suppose. Celena never did tell me what happened to her parents; I saw the story through her. She never spoke of them. My people saw her as sad, distressed. Those who knew her saw the opposite in her. She was happy, happier than anyone I have met since, but only at night. She thrived off the night.
It was as if she always understood what I wanted of her. I can't remember how long the children had been with me when I told her of her destiny; time slips from my recollection. I told her she would have to stay with me from now on. That she now was very important to my people, and that she couldn't question this. It was already a set fate. I had to give her something, lock it within her body, something she would have to carry the rest of her life. She merely nodded. At these times I sometimes wondered if she heard me, or if she just knew already. An eerie quality she possessed that would sometimes unsettle me. She didn't protest when I gave her the moon stone, how it slipped into her chest where no one else would reach it. She loved it, even then.
I lived by the moon, for the night is when I worked my magic. There were two Celena said to me once, there are two moons, why did I always refer to just one? One was alive I knew, and not the true moon. The other, it was the one that enchanted me, enchanted her. It was beautiful, but modest. It would never out shine the stars. The sun blocked out its competitors, shining forcefully, wanting all to see. The sun was action, the movement of a day. The moon was peace, rest. I told Celena all of this, things she already knew.
Her brother despised me. He saw I was changing her. The truth was, I was simply helping her embrace something she had always been. She was born a moonchild, the same way I was. He hated when we would leave together at night, and sing in the forest. Sometimes we were silent and would work our magic in other ways. Celena understood. We looked into the past and the present. Later, Celena would see the future. The futures that had to be, the futures that should be, and the futures that might be. Some could be changed, but others had been written long ago in the history of our planet by forces I, nor any other soul, could thwart. My moonchild came to understand all of this, and I learned to love her. Her smiles she held only for me and her brother, a thing I received often at night, her little laugh, her bubbling giggles, her loving sky eyes. She smiled most at night, and laughed and skipped and ran. She was alive in the glow of the moon. Her brother came to see she loved this life, but he never quite knew what we did at night. His looks chilled me to the bone, his blue eyes hard. He never spoke to me, only to her.
My people knew what she was, what she was to them. They would have loved her, cherished her, worshipped her. But they wanted a sun child, and Celena was not like this. She was of the moon. She kept to herself during the day hiding in her hut, accompanied by her brother. She would venture out in the day, but they never saw her the way I was able to when the sun had left. If only they could see her in the dark of the moon glow, then they would love her. Her hair was pure white in the moon and her eyes reflected their rays and her smile would brighten her face. The greatest memory I have of my child is to see her, skipping and laughing in the forest, calling to the owls who loved the night like her. She would dance and her skirt would twirl around her. Her skin was so pale. My people spoke little of my child. She didn't flaunt herself in their faces, so talk was of other things that did. Some doubted my gift. They believed I had lost some of it, mistaken in my choice. These were fools. I was the seer of my people and would be till my death; my gift would not be lost till my last breath had left my body. Celena would be made mage after me, for I would train no other successor. Some outraged quietly about my decision. She was not of our people. She was not kin. The girl did not deserve the honour. Before they had respected my wishes. I suppose my resigned ways had begun to spark doubt in their hearts.
The other children of my people were untouched by the adults distaste for Celena, so she had friends she would see, even in the day. I envied my child. I had been separated from those my age when I was young. They called me Bird because of my singing and snickered at me when my back was turned. I remember desiring to fly away from my fate then, just like a songbird, free of care. I knew better now. I was glad because Celena would be different. When I spoke my voice was bitter and I always kept to myself. Celena would be free after her deed, by then I will be trapped. I chose then to shield her from such things. My protectiveness was great. I had never loved some one before.
She would play games with the girls and laugh at the boys. Those children would receive her smiles. She was close with some of them, but never as close as she was with me. Her brother would grin while he watched her play and sometimes join in. I observed them from afar, soaking in her happiness.
I sent her brother away when he grew to be fifteen. He wanted to be trained to be a warrior, and he could never find such learning here. He knew I loved his sister, so I suppose he trusted me enough to keep her safe. He gave me a steady glare and a nod of his head the day he left that told me everything he could have said with words. Allen would come and visit Celena when he had the chance. She smiled and laughed that night, thinking of her brother and his soon to come triumphs.
I taught her everything I knew. My magic flowed out of my fingers and into hers and we were infinite together. Celena would master her mind and her power, and would become stronger than even I. I loved her with all my heart and the magic I held was held by her as well and I was never as happy as when I was with her.
We both felt the tremors when they came. The few years before the wars they would begin, sometimes my mind would ache with things to come and the sight of blood would flood our ears and eyes and all we could do was wait. Celena shook with the quake of the devastation of things to come and I knew I would not be there to aid her. I was to die, but I didn't know how this was to be. I thought sometimes of telling her my fate, just to see how she would react. If she loved me as much as I loved her. I look back now and I suppose she already knew. Whether she sensed it or saw it in the moon I am still unsure.
My people felt it too, and they were afraid. They were such fools. Celena would save them, her power was beyond their imagining.
Something I will always remember happened during the tremors. Just at the time when they had started to get big, when some who could feel them would stop brushing the warnings aside. That's when she met 'him', or so she sometimes spoke of the boy. I suppose my hate for him stemmed from him stealing something from me that I wanted all to myself. Even I could be a fool sometimes. I wanted Celena to love me and only me. I didn't know how to share for I had never had to do so before. It was the night before I left and never saw her again, it was then he stole her away from me and I would never be able to fully get her back. ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `
~ Disclaimer: This is about the time when suddenly she realized she didn't have a disclaimer. I don't own Escaflowne. phew. That was a close one. ~ ` ` ` ` ` ~Moonchild: Nostalgia~ ` ` ` ` ` ` `
She used to ask me why I sang. Some things even I didn't know. Celena was different from me more than I knew. She always sang for reasons. She was always a funny child. I brought her and her brother to the village, where my people eyed them with curiosity. I cleaned them, and healed them. Celena's expression was ever hopeful and confused. She didn't speak much; I sometimes thought she could say a whole sentence in one word. The boy never came to trust me. He stayed because his sister did, his eyes coldly observed me, rimmed with mistrust. He was a barrier to Celena, I knew then I would send him away as soon as he was old enough to fight. He was warrior even then I suppose. Celena never did tell me what happened to her parents; I saw the story through her. She never spoke of them. My people saw her as sad, distressed. Those who knew her saw the opposite in her. She was happy, happier than anyone I have met since, but only at night. She thrived off the night.
It was as if she always understood what I wanted of her. I can't remember how long the children had been with me when I told her of her destiny; time slips from my recollection. I told her she would have to stay with me from now on. That she now was very important to my people, and that she couldn't question this. It was already a set fate. I had to give her something, lock it within her body, something she would have to carry the rest of her life. She merely nodded. At these times I sometimes wondered if she heard me, or if she just knew already. An eerie quality she possessed that would sometimes unsettle me. She didn't protest when I gave her the moon stone, how it slipped into her chest where no one else would reach it. She loved it, even then.
I lived by the moon, for the night is when I worked my magic. There were two Celena said to me once, there are two moons, why did I always refer to just one? One was alive I knew, and not the true moon. The other, it was the one that enchanted me, enchanted her. It was beautiful, but modest. It would never out shine the stars. The sun blocked out its competitors, shining forcefully, wanting all to see. The sun was action, the movement of a day. The moon was peace, rest. I told Celena all of this, things she already knew.
Her brother despised me. He saw I was changing her. The truth was, I was simply helping her embrace something she had always been. She was born a moonchild, the same way I was. He hated when we would leave together at night, and sing in the forest. Sometimes we were silent and would work our magic in other ways. Celena understood. We looked into the past and the present. Later, Celena would see the future. The futures that had to be, the futures that should be, and the futures that might be. Some could be changed, but others had been written long ago in the history of our planet by forces I, nor any other soul, could thwart. My moonchild came to understand all of this, and I learned to love her. Her smiles she held only for me and her brother, a thing I received often at night, her little laugh, her bubbling giggles, her loving sky eyes. She smiled most at night, and laughed and skipped and ran. She was alive in the glow of the moon. Her brother came to see she loved this life, but he never quite knew what we did at night. His looks chilled me to the bone, his blue eyes hard. He never spoke to me, only to her.
My people knew what she was, what she was to them. They would have loved her, cherished her, worshipped her. But they wanted a sun child, and Celena was not like this. She was of the moon. She kept to herself during the day hiding in her hut, accompanied by her brother. She would venture out in the day, but they never saw her the way I was able to when the sun had left. If only they could see her in the dark of the moon glow, then they would love her. Her hair was pure white in the moon and her eyes reflected their rays and her smile would brighten her face. The greatest memory I have of my child is to see her, skipping and laughing in the forest, calling to the owls who loved the night like her. She would dance and her skirt would twirl around her. Her skin was so pale. My people spoke little of my child. She didn't flaunt herself in their faces, so talk was of other things that did. Some doubted my gift. They believed I had lost some of it, mistaken in my choice. These were fools. I was the seer of my people and would be till my death; my gift would not be lost till my last breath had left my body. Celena would be made mage after me, for I would train no other successor. Some outraged quietly about my decision. She was not of our people. She was not kin. The girl did not deserve the honour. Before they had respected my wishes. I suppose my resigned ways had begun to spark doubt in their hearts.
The other children of my people were untouched by the adults distaste for Celena, so she had friends she would see, even in the day. I envied my child. I had been separated from those my age when I was young. They called me Bird because of my singing and snickered at me when my back was turned. I remember desiring to fly away from my fate then, just like a songbird, free of care. I knew better now. I was glad because Celena would be different. When I spoke my voice was bitter and I always kept to myself. Celena would be free after her deed, by then I will be trapped. I chose then to shield her from such things. My protectiveness was great. I had never loved some one before.
She would play games with the girls and laugh at the boys. Those children would receive her smiles. She was close with some of them, but never as close as she was with me. Her brother would grin while he watched her play and sometimes join in. I observed them from afar, soaking in her happiness.
I sent her brother away when he grew to be fifteen. He wanted to be trained to be a warrior, and he could never find such learning here. He knew I loved his sister, so I suppose he trusted me enough to keep her safe. He gave me a steady glare and a nod of his head the day he left that told me everything he could have said with words. Allen would come and visit Celena when he had the chance. She smiled and laughed that night, thinking of her brother and his soon to come triumphs.
I taught her everything I knew. My magic flowed out of my fingers and into hers and we were infinite together. Celena would master her mind and her power, and would become stronger than even I. I loved her with all my heart and the magic I held was held by her as well and I was never as happy as when I was with her.
We both felt the tremors when they came. The few years before the wars they would begin, sometimes my mind would ache with things to come and the sight of blood would flood our ears and eyes and all we could do was wait. Celena shook with the quake of the devastation of things to come and I knew I would not be there to aid her. I was to die, but I didn't know how this was to be. I thought sometimes of telling her my fate, just to see how she would react. If she loved me as much as I loved her. I look back now and I suppose she already knew. Whether she sensed it or saw it in the moon I am still unsure.
My people felt it too, and they were afraid. They were such fools. Celena would save them, her power was beyond their imagining.
Something I will always remember happened during the tremors. Just at the time when they had started to get big, when some who could feel them would stop brushing the warnings aside. That's when she met 'him', or so she sometimes spoke of the boy. I suppose my hate for him stemmed from him stealing something from me that I wanted all to myself. Even I could be a fool sometimes. I wanted Celena to love me and only me. I didn't know how to share for I had never had to do so before. It was the night before I left and never saw her again, it was then he stole her away from me and I would never be able to fully get her back. ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `