The True Legend
Mad Meg Askevron
Disclaimer: *snort* I wouldn't be writing this!
Oh just btw I'm gunna really screw with the time and stuff so just ignore
it, and all those people who are fact junkies if you check the math it's
correct.
Chapter 3
Dilandau stirred in his sleep, he thought he had seen strange lights, but he just turned over in his sleep, he was out here, because, once in a while, a ruler needed a break. Dilandau full wakened when he heard soft breathing. Hitomi sat up. It was just like her dream, except that she wore her normal clothes. She saw the old willow tree, and strode over to it. The boy was there, except he was asleep. He looked childlike in his sleep, his silver hair laid across his eyes. His eyes. She remembered those eyes. They had held such sadness. Suddenly, his eyelids snapped open, and what she saw was not sadness. Blood rage marred his vision, searing her like fire, but his face went into shock when he saw her. Her long sandy hair glowed in the afternoon light, her dark green eyes filled with concern, not fear or hatred. She was so pure and innocent. Her pale green skirt whipped in the wind, the loose white blouse glowing with light. She seemed to be an angel. When he opened his eyes, she smiled at him, deciding that turning her back to would be the same as doing it to a tiger. "Hello, I'm Omi. Could you tell me where I am?" Her melodious voice was light and pleasant, but inside she was quaking, and praying. "You are in Zaibach." Her face fell. "Where is that?" she asked, more to herself than to him. She unbent, looked at the sky, and gasped. "There are two moons up there!" Dilandau looked at her in surprise and filed the information in his mental file box. Hitomi looked up at the sky again and whispered, "Well I had better go, thank you for your help" She fingered the necklace around her throat nervously and thought 'Meg, Moru where are you?' She stood up and smiled to him. She started for the roadway when Dilandau called to her. "Wait! It's dangerous for a young lady to be out in the wilderness alone. Let me escort you until the next city at least." She turned to him and smiled. "Uh-T-Thanks." she gulped and waited for him He pulled himself up and walked beside her. It was a very comfortable place to be, he found. Dilandau held up a red stone that flashed crimson in the light. A large blood red guymelf flew down. He climbed up and inside the machine, Hitomi gasped as it moved, it then reached out his gargantuan hand to her. She nervously stepped on to the hand, clutching the fingers for dear life and he flew to a place he hadn't been in years. Fanelia. In just a day they made it to Fanelia. He made care not to be seen and landed in a corps of trees. Hitomi let her feet lead her way. She waved between people of the market place, Dilandau with a pinch of cloth from her shirt. She was stopped in a garden. Dilandau had held her back from bumping in to the guards. They found a little patch from which they could not be seen. Before her sat a woman who had long red-brown curls and wore a dark dress. Hitomi winced at the sound of the broken branch and was surprised to see the woman as Meg. Their eyes widened and they both hugged each other in relief. They held each other, reveling in being together again. At some point, Moru joined them and they included him. They spoke no words. They didn't need them. Meg hugged her lost friend, crying tears of joy, her nose and cheeks going blotchy, and for just that moment she didn't remember that Moru was a man and forgot to be afraid. She didn't care, she was just happy. Omi was back. "Oh Hitomi." "What?" suddenly Meg and Moru were aware of the boy who hissed the word. He was an albino; he had cruel ruby eyes that shone with hatred. His black armor was of delicately drawn fiery red dragons. Meg and Moru placed themselves between the boy and Omi, ready to defend her. "She's that bitch!?" "You take one step closer and draw that sword, and you will regret it," Meg said viciously. She reached into the folds of her sleeve for her dagger. Meg went, instinctively, into a fighting stance, grateful for the design of the dress that allowed her to make the "L" shape with her legs so that she presented as little target as possible. He sneered, took a mocking step forward, and drew his sword, not really expecting her to fight back but staying weary all the same for she had some experience from the look of her stance. Quick as a flash, the blade was in her hand. He laughed, put his sword back in the scabbard and drew a dagger instead. She smiled malevolently. Her body didn't so much as twitch before she lunged with the blade. When she went into her stance she tensed all her muscles so she didn't do it just before she lunged. When a person lunges in a stance their muscles have to tense so they can get full power and speed when they strike. It was very tiring but it had won her many tournaments. It was a complete surprise. She parried his blade away as he lunged at the same time, hooked her blade around his hasty but powerful, parry and placed her blade in the armpit where the armor was weak he just managed to parry. He would not underestimate this girl again. He had thought she would be just a simple git, one who had watched men fight, then imitated. But now he knew, she could fight. He set himself into a common blade stance and took the aggressive. He widened his legs and stuck his arms wide out and angled his blades towards her. Dilandau had his reasons for fighting, one he just likes to fight, two, she challenged him and three he wasn't sure they didn't originally mean him harm. Moru pushed Omi back and stood in front of her. It scared him the way that Meg looked. Blood rage. She was enraged and yet he could sense some kind of sick joy. When Meg fought everything narrowed to just the person before her. She made a feint and hooked her blade up, but he moved. He tried to lunge but she quickly sidestepped to where she was just out of range. Dilandau straightened and laughed maliciously. "You fight well, little girl." Meg glared at his retreating back, He had seen four scores of guards and that stupid blonde and that smart ass king coming and knew he wouldn't win; she spat at him and turned to Omi with a worried look. "Are you all right Omi?" Omi smiled and nodded. She had been so worried. Meg placed her arm around Omi's waist, and Moru put his arm around the smaller girl's shoulder. When the trio turned around Allen was smiling as he leaned against the doorframe and Van stood there looking suprised. They stopped when Allen motioned them to sit. The trio took one bench and Allen and Van sat across from them. "There was an old prophecy that said: When the single girl from the mystic moon comes, she will bring peace. She will return to the world from which she came. In sixty-seven years a trio will come, not to bring peace to the world, but to save it. For Gaea will be on the verge of destruction. One man will destroy the Mystic Moon and turn on Gaea. The three will be The Warrior, The Protector, and The Angel. The Angel will have come from the world of Gaea. "She will be a Draconian. The Warrior will come from the moon. She will be the first to fight. The Protector will be the one who stands in front of the Angel and behind the Warrior. The Angel must make the destroyer see love to save Gaea. It is a story told to every child in Gaea. I think you three are the Warrior, the Protector, and the Angel. What I don't know is why you came so early. It's only been a year." Van stated this candidly. He looked each of them in the eye. "Well, when the first girl, Hitomi, came, what year did she say it was on the Mystic Moon?" Moru asked. "1937." Moru's eyes widened in realization. "In our world, it is 2004. It's been about sixty-seven years since your Hitomi came here." He stopped, noticing the saddened looks on their faces. Van had to excuse himself. "What's wrong with him?" Omi asked Allen. He smiled sadly at her. "Sixty-seven years have passed for Hitomi. She may be dead by now. I think Van always held out hope that she would return. Van and Hitomi were in love. When she left, he never saw her again. And you, Omi, have the same name, hobbies, and looks." Her face fell and Moru wrapped his arm around her. Meg sighed and looked into the sun. The sun shined on her, setting her hair a fire with light and softening her features. She looked tired, emotionally tired. So tired, it was physical. At that moment she seemed very old. Allen wondered at that moment if she was the Angel. The three rose and left Allen to his thoughts. They had gathered chairs next to the fire. Each of them stared into the flames, wondering the same thing: 'What's going to happen now?' Meg yawned and they both smiled. "It looks like it's time to go to bed. Omi, how about you sleep with me? I have a huge bed and we would stay together," Meg offered. Omi smiled and agreed. The two girls left for their room and Moru for his. The girls pulled out what they assumed were nightclothes. Meg turned and smiled at Omi. "Omi I thought of a name for our necklaces." "What? The Stones?" Meg laughed and shook her head. "The Trinity Stones." Omi smiled. "It has a definite ring to it."
The next morning Meg was the first to wake, still haunted by her night demons. This time she chose a simple green dress, with tiny emerald flowers embroidered on the skirt. She walked silently down the hall, the gray dawn lighting the way to the library. Her eyes clouded as she brooded. She bumped into something soft. She looked up and saw a figure with raven hair.
"Sorry, Milady." The maid bowed and left down the hall. (A/N you know you thought it was Van. You did, didn't you? Of course you did) Meg walked among the bookshelves. She decided on a large tome, and pulled it from it's dusty home. She took it to a large comfy chair that was warmed by a blazing fire nearby. Meg searched through, looking for a certain legend. She stopped at an old, hand written passage. It read: And there shall be a Seer, From the cursed Moon, She will raise a war of Destiny, And in her wake will be both destruction and peace, And She shall leave in the light, like an angel, to the heavens, And when seven and sixty years have past there shall come others, The Children of the Trinity, The Children born of Destiny, They shall come to this world, and not only save a country, But two worlds, Gaea and The Mystic Moon, The Warrior, The Protector, The Angel, One must give up its only gift worthy of the heavens, One must give its greatest gift to save the worlds, One must chose their Destiny, But Three there must be, One cannot leave this world Before the Giving, They must gather in the Oracle of Destiny, The Eye of God must shine through, Three shall stand under God's Eye, And The Giving will take place. -Written By Scribe Stefan Askevron, From the words of Seer- It ended there. The writing was too faded to read by now. The ages of Time kept it a mystery from Meg.
The end of 3 Who can guess where I got the scribe name and who can guess the seer? Ten points each! The first person to get 25 points gets an email with a picture of one of the characters of your choice, that I have. 25 points each!
Dilandau stirred in his sleep, he thought he had seen strange lights, but he just turned over in his sleep, he was out here, because, once in a while, a ruler needed a break. Dilandau full wakened when he heard soft breathing. Hitomi sat up. It was just like her dream, except that she wore her normal clothes. She saw the old willow tree, and strode over to it. The boy was there, except he was asleep. He looked childlike in his sleep, his silver hair laid across his eyes. His eyes. She remembered those eyes. They had held such sadness. Suddenly, his eyelids snapped open, and what she saw was not sadness. Blood rage marred his vision, searing her like fire, but his face went into shock when he saw her. Her long sandy hair glowed in the afternoon light, her dark green eyes filled with concern, not fear or hatred. She was so pure and innocent. Her pale green skirt whipped in the wind, the loose white blouse glowing with light. She seemed to be an angel. When he opened his eyes, she smiled at him, deciding that turning her back to would be the same as doing it to a tiger. "Hello, I'm Omi. Could you tell me where I am?" Her melodious voice was light and pleasant, but inside she was quaking, and praying. "You are in Zaibach." Her face fell. "Where is that?" she asked, more to herself than to him. She unbent, looked at the sky, and gasped. "There are two moons up there!" Dilandau looked at her in surprise and filed the information in his mental file box. Hitomi looked up at the sky again and whispered, "Well I had better go, thank you for your help" She fingered the necklace around her throat nervously and thought 'Meg, Moru where are you?' She stood up and smiled to him. She started for the roadway when Dilandau called to her. "Wait! It's dangerous for a young lady to be out in the wilderness alone. Let me escort you until the next city at least." She turned to him and smiled. "Uh-T-Thanks." she gulped and waited for him He pulled himself up and walked beside her. It was a very comfortable place to be, he found. Dilandau held up a red stone that flashed crimson in the light. A large blood red guymelf flew down. He climbed up and inside the machine, Hitomi gasped as it moved, it then reached out his gargantuan hand to her. She nervously stepped on to the hand, clutching the fingers for dear life and he flew to a place he hadn't been in years. Fanelia. In just a day they made it to Fanelia. He made care not to be seen and landed in a corps of trees. Hitomi let her feet lead her way. She waved between people of the market place, Dilandau with a pinch of cloth from her shirt. She was stopped in a garden. Dilandau had held her back from bumping in to the guards. They found a little patch from which they could not be seen. Before her sat a woman who had long red-brown curls and wore a dark dress. Hitomi winced at the sound of the broken branch and was surprised to see the woman as Meg. Their eyes widened and they both hugged each other in relief. They held each other, reveling in being together again. At some point, Moru joined them and they included him. They spoke no words. They didn't need them. Meg hugged her lost friend, crying tears of joy, her nose and cheeks going blotchy, and for just that moment she didn't remember that Moru was a man and forgot to be afraid. She didn't care, she was just happy. Omi was back. "Oh Hitomi." "What?" suddenly Meg and Moru were aware of the boy who hissed the word. He was an albino; he had cruel ruby eyes that shone with hatred. His black armor was of delicately drawn fiery red dragons. Meg and Moru placed themselves between the boy and Omi, ready to defend her. "She's that bitch!?" "You take one step closer and draw that sword, and you will regret it," Meg said viciously. She reached into the folds of her sleeve for her dagger. Meg went, instinctively, into a fighting stance, grateful for the design of the dress that allowed her to make the "L" shape with her legs so that she presented as little target as possible. He sneered, took a mocking step forward, and drew his sword, not really expecting her to fight back but staying weary all the same for she had some experience from the look of her stance. Quick as a flash, the blade was in her hand. He laughed, put his sword back in the scabbard and drew a dagger instead. She smiled malevolently. Her body didn't so much as twitch before she lunged with the blade. When she went into her stance she tensed all her muscles so she didn't do it just before she lunged. When a person lunges in a stance their muscles have to tense so they can get full power and speed when they strike. It was very tiring but it had won her many tournaments. It was a complete surprise. She parried his blade away as he lunged at the same time, hooked her blade around his hasty but powerful, parry and placed her blade in the armpit where the armor was weak he just managed to parry. He would not underestimate this girl again. He had thought she would be just a simple git, one who had watched men fight, then imitated. But now he knew, she could fight. He set himself into a common blade stance and took the aggressive. He widened his legs and stuck his arms wide out and angled his blades towards her. Dilandau had his reasons for fighting, one he just likes to fight, two, she challenged him and three he wasn't sure they didn't originally mean him harm. Moru pushed Omi back and stood in front of her. It scared him the way that Meg looked. Blood rage. She was enraged and yet he could sense some kind of sick joy. When Meg fought everything narrowed to just the person before her. She made a feint and hooked her blade up, but he moved. He tried to lunge but she quickly sidestepped to where she was just out of range. Dilandau straightened and laughed maliciously. "You fight well, little girl." Meg glared at his retreating back, He had seen four scores of guards and that stupid blonde and that smart ass king coming and knew he wouldn't win; she spat at him and turned to Omi with a worried look. "Are you all right Omi?" Omi smiled and nodded. She had been so worried. Meg placed her arm around Omi's waist, and Moru put his arm around the smaller girl's shoulder. When the trio turned around Allen was smiling as he leaned against the doorframe and Van stood there looking suprised. They stopped when Allen motioned them to sit. The trio took one bench and Allen and Van sat across from them. "There was an old prophecy that said: When the single girl from the mystic moon comes, she will bring peace. She will return to the world from which she came. In sixty-seven years a trio will come, not to bring peace to the world, but to save it. For Gaea will be on the verge of destruction. One man will destroy the Mystic Moon and turn on Gaea. The three will be The Warrior, The Protector, and The Angel. The Angel will have come from the world of Gaea. "She will be a Draconian. The Warrior will come from the moon. She will be the first to fight. The Protector will be the one who stands in front of the Angel and behind the Warrior. The Angel must make the destroyer see love to save Gaea. It is a story told to every child in Gaea. I think you three are the Warrior, the Protector, and the Angel. What I don't know is why you came so early. It's only been a year." Van stated this candidly. He looked each of them in the eye. "Well, when the first girl, Hitomi, came, what year did she say it was on the Mystic Moon?" Moru asked. "1937." Moru's eyes widened in realization. "In our world, it is 2004. It's been about sixty-seven years since your Hitomi came here." He stopped, noticing the saddened looks on their faces. Van had to excuse himself. "What's wrong with him?" Omi asked Allen. He smiled sadly at her. "Sixty-seven years have passed for Hitomi. She may be dead by now. I think Van always held out hope that she would return. Van and Hitomi were in love. When she left, he never saw her again. And you, Omi, have the same name, hobbies, and looks." Her face fell and Moru wrapped his arm around her. Meg sighed and looked into the sun. The sun shined on her, setting her hair a fire with light and softening her features. She looked tired, emotionally tired. So tired, it was physical. At that moment she seemed very old. Allen wondered at that moment if she was the Angel. The three rose and left Allen to his thoughts. They had gathered chairs next to the fire. Each of them stared into the flames, wondering the same thing: 'What's going to happen now?' Meg yawned and they both smiled. "It looks like it's time to go to bed. Omi, how about you sleep with me? I have a huge bed and we would stay together," Meg offered. Omi smiled and agreed. The two girls left for their room and Moru for his. The girls pulled out what they assumed were nightclothes. Meg turned and smiled at Omi. "Omi I thought of a name for our necklaces." "What? The Stones?" Meg laughed and shook her head. "The Trinity Stones." Omi smiled. "It has a definite ring to it."
The next morning Meg was the first to wake, still haunted by her night demons. This time she chose a simple green dress, with tiny emerald flowers embroidered on the skirt. She walked silently down the hall, the gray dawn lighting the way to the library. Her eyes clouded as she brooded. She bumped into something soft. She looked up and saw a figure with raven hair.
"Sorry, Milady." The maid bowed and left down the hall. (A/N you know you thought it was Van. You did, didn't you? Of course you did) Meg walked among the bookshelves. She decided on a large tome, and pulled it from it's dusty home. She took it to a large comfy chair that was warmed by a blazing fire nearby. Meg searched through, looking for a certain legend. She stopped at an old, hand written passage. It read: And there shall be a Seer, From the cursed Moon, She will raise a war of Destiny, And in her wake will be both destruction and peace, And She shall leave in the light, like an angel, to the heavens, And when seven and sixty years have past there shall come others, The Children of the Trinity, The Children born of Destiny, They shall come to this world, and not only save a country, But two worlds, Gaea and The Mystic Moon, The Warrior, The Protector, The Angel, One must give up its only gift worthy of the heavens, One must give its greatest gift to save the worlds, One must chose their Destiny, But Three there must be, One cannot leave this world Before the Giving, They must gather in the Oracle of Destiny, The Eye of God must shine through, Three shall stand under God's Eye, And The Giving will take place. -Written By Scribe Stefan Askevron, From the words of Seer- It ended there. The writing was too faded to read by now. The ages of Time kept it a mystery from Meg.
The end of 3 Who can guess where I got the scribe name and who can guess the seer? Ten points each! The first person to get 25 points gets an email with a picture of one of the characters of your choice, that I have. 25 points each!