The Warrior, The Protector, and The Angel
By Mad Meg Askevron
Well Folks, Here it is, chapter 2. I actually had it already made! Who would thunk it huh? Me, things done ahead of time! It's a miracle! Words with a * behind it I'll put a definition on the bottom. Okay, I'll stop.
Disclaimer: Do I come off as someone who has that much imagination? Cool!
*****Gaea!?****
' They'll never find me here, I have to hide!' Meg's feet pounded on the pavement, her breath heaving. Her thoughts raced as she ran into the store and ducked behind a rack but as just as she thought she had managed to get away she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Found you," Moru stated simply. Omi appeared behind him and nodded. Meg sighed theatrically, and the trio left out the doors and onto the busy sidewalk.
They went to a store that was the equivalent of a WalMart© in Japan. They found backpacks that matched their personalities; Meg found one in emerald green with pink cherry blossoms. It had stuff like "Kawaii"* written on it. It was childish but she didn't care. It was actually rather large and sturdy looking. Her jade eyes sparkled with excitement. She had always had a fetish for matching friend stuff. Hitomi found a powder blue bag in the same design with dark blue cherry blossoms. They managed to talk Mamoru into buying a black one with silver cherry blossoms. They wandered around the store, deciding to separate and scout. Meg insisted that they each take $300 (Meg: Honestly what am I going to do with this much money *unladylike snort*). So the twins awkwardly accepted the presents.
When the three met up they all had Japanese clothes and keepsakes. They sat outside on a bench and put their stuff in their new backpacks. Meg and Omi dragged Moru into a jewelry shop.
The trio stepped into the shop. It was dimly lit, but the jewelry seemed to glow, so they had no problem seeing. A man stepped out from a back room. His eyes were large and pale, and they glowed with an iridescent blue. He was obviously not of Asian lineage but spoke the language like a native. He welcomed them and offered his services.
Meg wandered over to the necklaces. She found three matching necklaces. They seemed to call to her. Three large red stones were placed in the center, a hole pierced right through the middle, where a silver chain was strung through. It was polished smooth and they seemed to glow, like hot coals. On the front, a trinity knot was carved onto the surfaces. She called the man over to her.
"Excuse me, sir, how much are these?"
He looked at her and smiled, his pale eyes twinkling.
"$200 a piece. She gave him the money and left with her friends. Neither of them had seen anything they liked. Meg handed them the necklaces. Hitomi and Moru tried to refuse, but she steadfastly insisted.
The three went on a tour of the city, viewing various tourist attractions. Their last stop was a small shrine, suggested by their cab driver. It was late afternoon by the time they arrived. As they walked up the marble stairs, the afternoon light played patterns on the stone. Meg looked up to the clay tile roof; the large white pillars glowed in the afternoon light. As she walked these steps she felt as if something great had happened here, something beyond their comprehension. She felt a cold shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the wind. They reached the top and looked around, splitting into a triangle to look out at the view. As they turned to face each other, blue pillars of light suddenly shone down on each of the teenagers. Hitomi opened her mouth to scream, but was abruptly cut off as they were lifted into the air and disappeared.
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Meg awoke in an open meadow, with the occasional tree dotting the landscape. It was under one such tree that she had awoken. She jumped up looking around wildly. Her backpack was on her back. She dusted off her loose dark green jeans. Hearing steps behind her, she quickly snatched up a long stick. She whirled around, set in a broad blade stance, holding the stick with two hands. Her long hair screened her from view, her pale green eyes darkening with fear. Before her stood a boy about her age with wild black hair, his red brown eyes staring at her with innocent fascination. He wore tan leather pants and a loose red shirt that laced at the neck. He reached toward her and she whacked skillfully capa ferro side strike at him. She caught him off guard, but he quickly retreated, avoiding her strike. She bolted past him and ran as hard as she could.
The trees and scenery blurred past her. She hit a road and went on running. She found herself in a market place before she knew it. The people around her were dressed in medieval clothing, and some of them weren't even human, for one, and man with a large bowl of fish had fur all over him! And large pointed ears! And when he grinned she could see fangs! She was quaking inside as she spun around trying to see everything at once. She collided with a small warm body. She scrambled up to help whoever she knocked down.
"Are you all right? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!" She clasped a small furry hand with talons and looked into the face of a young girl cat. She had shocking pink hair and large amber eyes. She groaned and allowed Meg to help her up.
"It's all right. I'm Merle. Have you seen a boy with black hair? He was wearing a red shirt and tan pants." Meg nodded and pointed off in the direction she had met him and stared with wide eyes.
Meg wandered the city, hopelessly lost. It had soon become night. It was a really large city and they seemed to be in a whole different time, hell time a diffrent era! She fingered the necklace she had bought just that day. She had not been paying attention for she was wrapped up and tangled in her thoughts, when suddenly, something caught her attention, and she spun quickly. She was in a dark alleyway. She saw dark figures move to surround her, the dim light from the...two moons. Two?! Meg started to freak out. The men were grinning.
"Hey babe, looking for a fun time?" one of the men slurred. Filthy hands grasped her forearms and she screamed.
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Moru spun around to find himself in the middle of a road. He heard hoof beats in the distance and turned to see a group of men, all clad in silver armor. In the lead of the group was a man decked out in blue. He had a long golden fall of hair and sparkling blue eyes. The man signaled the group to stop when he caught sight of him. It was still afternoon and the sun shone into his eyes, making them burn. Sweat dribbled down the sides of his face and his throat was dry. He realized it was very hot here and he was becoming parched.
'Maybe they can help me', he thought.
"Who are you?" the blonde man called out. He was as tall as Moru, towering over everyone else.
"Um...I'm not sure." The blond man approached him with a questioning look. "Where am I?"
"You are about a quarter day's walk from Fanelia."
"Fanelia?" The man looked at him in shock, he looked the younger man over. He had shoulder length blue-black hair, pale skin, and shockingly silver eyes that stood out even at the distance they were at. But what really caught him were his clothes. He wore a type of blue pants made from a material that was completely foreign to him. He wore a black shirt, with writing across it that Allen did not recognize.
"You are definitely not from around here. This is Gaea. There once was a lady who dressed like you...where are you from?" Moru looked up and saw two moons. One of them was earth.
"I come from there." He pointed to earth in fear.
"Yes, that is what Lady Hitomi had called it."
"Hitomi? But Hitomi is my sister. Hitomi Dale." He hoped it was his sister and clinged desperately to it.
"The Hitomi I was referring to was called Hitomi Kenzaki."
"Oh. I don't suppose you would give me a ride to the nearest town?" Allen nodded and pointed to a spare horse. Moru hoisted himself up awkwardly and followed the rest of the group.
When they reached the city, it was beginning to darken. Moru separated from them and wandered through the waning crowd, unsure of where to go. Moru stopped dead. The necklace. He had forgotten all about it. It started to grow warmer, and as it's heat grew so did his sense of danger. His feet started moving. It was full night now. Allen had seen the look on his face and followed Moru at a dead run, wondering what was wrong. They broke into a dark alleyway. In the center a ring of twelve men were tearing off the clothes of Meg. Moru charged them and started to flail on them mercilessly, His rage showed in the power of his arms and he beat the men. Allen charged right with him, feeling disgusted with men that would do such a thing. Between the rage of the two men, they made quite a ruckus. Allen's men had followed him and beat up the rest of the men that were left in their wake. Behind them they left a trail of half-dead men, witness to their power.
Meg was in a heap on the ground, her shirt torn. She was crying bitterly. The men of Allen's group looked at her sympathetically. Moru sat next her. The minute his fingers rested on the bruised flesh of her arms, she shuddered and fainted. He scooped her up in his arms, covering her as much as he could. The ripped shirt and pants showed quite an amount of skin, some of it crucial. He already knew he was too late, but at that moment nobody cared. All that was ripped that they cared about was her soul.
"Sir-"
"Allen." Allen interrupted him, admiring him for his courage and friendship.
"Allen, is there anyplace I can take her?" Allen nodded as he picked up Meg's backpack.
"We can take her to the castle." Allen held Meg momentarily while Moru mounted. He looked down at her. She had fallen asleep in Moru's arms. Her thin body was clearly very tall, and Allen guessed she could be very intimidating if she chose to be. Her pale skin shone in the moonlight, so translucent, that he swore he could see her eye color through the skin of her eyelids. Her features were not outstanding, but they were pleasant. He could tell she had a long, silk fall of straight dark hair through the mud, tangles, and blood. Moru held out his hands and Allen laid her gently in his arms. Moru settled her down and went at the easy pace of the other riders.
The castle was not far away and they were in the courtyard in less than fifteen minutes. Allen dismounted and ran up to a servant to prepare a room with two beds and to hurry. By the time Moru had dismounted and reached the door, a young boy had shown up to lead them to a room. Moru carried her still sleeping form into a luxurious room. He set her on a couch and covered her with a blanket. Allen sent his men to their rooms and others to report to the residing king. Allen took a seat that was across from Meg's couch. Moru took the seat next to her and looked to the man, his hand wrapped up in Meg's.
"I'm sorry for imposing on you. I hope I haven't been too much trouble. I'm Mamoru Dale, and this is Margueriette Harris. Thanks for helping us," he said sincerely.
"As a knight, it is my duty to help a lady in distress. Are you both from the Mystic Moon?" Moru nodded.
"I have a sister here, as well. She has a necklace just like mine." He showed Allen his necklace and Meg's. "I need to find her. She is about this tall with long sandy blonde hair and dark green eyes. Oh, and she can run like a devil." He gestured with his hands. Just then they were interrupted as Van entered the room. His tan pants made him look a little scrawny and the shirt didn't help. His raven hair was in its usual unholy mess. But to you readers out there you would know that he is much more muscular that in the sires. His red brown eyes looked them over quickly. He looked at Meg and started in surprise.
"I met her this morning! I tried to talk to her but I think I may have scared her. I saw a pillar of light and thought it was...someone else." Van took another chair and pulled it to where the other two were sitting. Moru explained all that happened and his sister. The three men talked well into the night when Moru suddenly yawned. Van and Allen bade him good night. Moru found the bedrooms and placed Meg in the bed of a pink and white room. It was a large bedroom; it had white walls that had painted roses and patterns that looked like ribbons in gold. The bed was a large canopy bed that had matching sheets and comforter. Moru didn't take her out of her clothes, just her shoes. After making sure she was fast asleep, he sought the other room. The room was done in dark blue and sea green. He himself soon slipped off into slumber.
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Meg woke in the morning from nightmares. She had dreamed of the men that had attacked her, dreamed of the filthy hands all over her, their ruddy face above her, the pain inflicted on her body. She woke to find herself in a strange bed. For some reason, she knew she was okay. Moru had saved her, she finally remembered. A tear leaked out. Meg climbed out of bed to find herself still in her ripped clothes. Her room had two doors. One she found led to a sort of living room, the other a bathroom. She hurried into the latter and stripped to the skin. She scrubbed herself hard until her skin was pink but she could still feel the hands of those men. The thought of them brought sour bile to her mouth. She stepped out of the large bathtub, drying herself vigorously, rubbing till she thought her skin would come off. She stepped into her room, still wrapped in her towel, and found a set of clothes in a wardrobe in a corner. She also, gleefully, found clean underwear. She slipped on underclothes and consulted the rest of the wardrobe. She found one outfit she really liked. It looked like a full, skirted dress of smoky gray velvet, but when she walked her legs showed through slits that reached the top of her hips. The pants were tight fitting, soft, textured, and black. She found a pair of black indoor boots. She set herself up at a vanity table.
Meg opened all the drawers until she found a comb. She cursed silently. Her hair was not naturally straight, so, of course, since she didn't have a straightening iron, it curled. To her, it looked like a mass of tangles. She found a forehead band. It was braided gold wire that went all the way around her head. Her curls trailed down her back and close to her knees. The sleeves of her outer dress reached her ankles and waved gracefully. She stepped out into the living room and looked around, empty. All the rooms were empty. She found one that was blue and green that showed it had had an occupant not to long ago. Meg stepped out into a great stone hallway. She started to go down a corridor and stopped at the sound of a door behind her. She whirled around to face a tall, beautiful man. He had waist length blonde hair and fair skin. His eyes smiled first, sparkling aquamarine merrily.
"Good morning, my lady. I am Allen Schezar. Let me escort you to breakfast." He offered her his arm but she could not bring herself to touch any man and politely refused. They joked until they reached the great hall where food was being served. She saw Moru's familiar face, raced over to him, and pinched his arm.
"Does that hurt?"
"Yes!"
Meg grinned and sat next to him. "Then it's not a dream."
Moru shook his head and served her some pancakes. Allen sat across from them and they talked merrily, though Moru could tell that Meg's usual vigor was gone. When they had finished they went separate ways. Allen had to see to the equipment of his men and Moru was to talk to the king. 'Whoever that is,' Meg thought. She watched the two men walk off. Meg sighed and stood up. She followed a door into another room. She found a piano there, sat down at it and pulled the cover from on top of the keys. As she settled, she remembered her grandmother, who had insisted on Meg learning how to play.
Meg played a song that others might think was hard and she lost herself in it, the smooth keys, the black and white. When she played, everything was simple, uncomplicated by emotions. The finale ended with a flourish, and she looked up to see the raven-haired boy. He clapped and smiled. Meg stood up, curtsied and ran. She dashed out of the room. For some reason that boy scared her. It was like she knew him. She slipped out into a long corridor, at the end of which was a glass set of doors that led into an expansive garden. She sat on a stone bench and lost herself in her thoughts.
'I know I can't keep running, I'll have to face him at some point.' She sighed deeply and looked at the two moons and wondered how Hitomi was doing. As Meg sat there and looked up at the two moons she felt the hairs on the back of her neck. She shivered with sudden cold.
'Just like at the temple!' her necklace began to heat. She heard the cracking of a stick snapped in half. Someone was behind her. She whiled around sudden fear racking her body. A dark figure started to materialize from the shadows.
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End of 2
Oh and Kawaii means cute or adorable.