Guardian Angels
Chapter One: Beckoning Dreams
Disclaimer: I don't own Angelic Layer or the characters (except the ones I made up)
Misaki was floating in a darkness that stretched out like an endless void. She pulled her knees up to her chest wrapping her arms around herself. She was alone again in this cold darkness. No matter how many loved ones she had she always returned here to this void.
Was this emptiness what was in her heart? She contemplated as she floated in the nothingness. Why? She had so many people she cared for and who cared for her. What was she missing?
"Misaki." a voice called to her. The voice was musical, like wind chimes. "Soon Misaki we will be together. Then you will never be alone again. I will always be with you. We will always protect each other. All you have to do is find me.Misaki."
"Misaki."
"Misaki."
"Misakichi! Wake up!" A very different voice pulled her out of her dream. It was full of exuberance and, at the moment, urgency.
"Mmrrpphh." Misaki mumble, burying herself deeper under the blankets of her bed. "Lemme sleep, Tomoyo-chan."
"Misakichi, if you don't get up your going to miss your own Summoning Ceremony! You're probably already going to be late!"
"Naaa!!!" Misaki bolted straight up and in the process managed to get one of her feet tangled in the bed sheets causing her to tumble out of the bed and onto the floor. "Oh no, mother's going to be angry!" she cried as she stood up and scrambled to her wardrobe.
"I doubt it. The Empress is too gentle a soul to get very angry." Tomoyo stated helping Misaki slip into a pale blue silk dress that came down to her ankles. "We should hurry, though. Everyone is going to be there, even the Prince and Princesses. I've heard that Prince Ohjiro is absolutely gorgeous!" She sighed dreamily, placing a hand on her slightly flushed cheek.
"Naa! They are?! Why?" Misaki exclaimed, as slipped into matching slippers.
"Well, it's not every day that the Empress's only daughter has her Summoning." A young voice said in the doorway.
Misaki turned to see a small girl with long black hair in one large braid standing there. "Hotoko-chan!" she cried as she ran to her and hugged her.
Hotoko smiled hugging her back. "I'm here to escort you to the Ritual Chambers. Let's go before you're late."
As she was led out of her sleeping chambers, Misaki smiled at her two friends that she loved so much. Tomoyo and she had grown up together and had been best friends since the two had learned to walk. They were actually distant cousins, both 14 years old. Tomoyo's family lived in Athene City so she came to the palace almost every day to visit Misaki.
Hotoko had also lived in the city all of her short life, but she had not come to the palace until her Summoning ritual. At five years old, the girl was the youngest deus in the history of Zenkoku. She and Suzuka, her Angel, were quite an adept team. They had proved time and time again that neither age nor size mattered when it came to Angels. This had earned her a special place in the palace as one of its defenders. She could never be Princess of Zenkoku, though. That title and right were reserved for the heirs to the throne.
Misaki took a deep breath, willing her self to calm down. After the ritual she would be Princess of Zenkoku and its main defender. Was she ready? Could she defend the most important region of the Empire?
"Misakichi, are you listening?" Tomoyo's voice broke her from her reverie.
"Na?"
"You weren't listening." Tomoyo huffed. "This is were we have to leave you. You have to go into the Summoning Chamber by yourself."
"I'm sorry.I was just." Misaki paused searching for the right words.
Hotoko's small hand squeezed hers. "You're worried about being able to defend Zenkoku, right?"
Misaki nodded.
The little girl smiled. "You will be. All you have to remember is that there is nothing you can't accomplish if you believe in yourself and your Angel." She hugged Misaki. "Good luck. We'll be watching from the Observation Chambers and cheering you on."
They both waved as they walked down the hall, turning left and disappearing out of sight.
Misaki took a deep breath and stared at the large wooded doors that lead to the Summoning Chamber. This was it. She was going to have her own Angel.
"I just have to believe." She stepped into the chamber.
Chapter One: Beckoning Dreams
Disclaimer: I don't own Angelic Layer or the characters (except the ones I made up)
Misaki was floating in a darkness that stretched out like an endless void. She pulled her knees up to her chest wrapping her arms around herself. She was alone again in this cold darkness. No matter how many loved ones she had she always returned here to this void.
Was this emptiness what was in her heart? She contemplated as she floated in the nothingness. Why? She had so many people she cared for and who cared for her. What was she missing?
"Misaki." a voice called to her. The voice was musical, like wind chimes. "Soon Misaki we will be together. Then you will never be alone again. I will always be with you. We will always protect each other. All you have to do is find me.Misaki."
"Misaki."
"Misaki."
"Misakichi! Wake up!" A very different voice pulled her out of her dream. It was full of exuberance and, at the moment, urgency.
"Mmrrpphh." Misaki mumble, burying herself deeper under the blankets of her bed. "Lemme sleep, Tomoyo-chan."
"Misakichi, if you don't get up your going to miss your own Summoning Ceremony! You're probably already going to be late!"
"Naaa!!!" Misaki bolted straight up and in the process managed to get one of her feet tangled in the bed sheets causing her to tumble out of the bed and onto the floor. "Oh no, mother's going to be angry!" she cried as she stood up and scrambled to her wardrobe.
"I doubt it. The Empress is too gentle a soul to get very angry." Tomoyo stated helping Misaki slip into a pale blue silk dress that came down to her ankles. "We should hurry, though. Everyone is going to be there, even the Prince and Princesses. I've heard that Prince Ohjiro is absolutely gorgeous!" She sighed dreamily, placing a hand on her slightly flushed cheek.
"Naa! They are?! Why?" Misaki exclaimed, as slipped into matching slippers.
"Well, it's not every day that the Empress's only daughter has her Summoning." A young voice said in the doorway.
Misaki turned to see a small girl with long black hair in one large braid standing there. "Hotoko-chan!" she cried as she ran to her and hugged her.
Hotoko smiled hugging her back. "I'm here to escort you to the Ritual Chambers. Let's go before you're late."
As she was led out of her sleeping chambers, Misaki smiled at her two friends that she loved so much. Tomoyo and she had grown up together and had been best friends since the two had learned to walk. They were actually distant cousins, both 14 years old. Tomoyo's family lived in Athene City so she came to the palace almost every day to visit Misaki.
Hotoko had also lived in the city all of her short life, but she had not come to the palace until her Summoning ritual. At five years old, the girl was the youngest deus in the history of Zenkoku. She and Suzuka, her Angel, were quite an adept team. They had proved time and time again that neither age nor size mattered when it came to Angels. This had earned her a special place in the palace as one of its defenders. She could never be Princess of Zenkoku, though. That title and right were reserved for the heirs to the throne.
Misaki took a deep breath, willing her self to calm down. After the ritual she would be Princess of Zenkoku and its main defender. Was she ready? Could she defend the most important region of the Empire?
"Misakichi, are you listening?" Tomoyo's voice broke her from her reverie.
"Na?"
"You weren't listening." Tomoyo huffed. "This is were we have to leave you. You have to go into the Summoning Chamber by yourself."
"I'm sorry.I was just." Misaki paused searching for the right words.
Hotoko's small hand squeezed hers. "You're worried about being able to defend Zenkoku, right?"
Misaki nodded.
The little girl smiled. "You will be. All you have to remember is that there is nothing you can't accomplish if you believe in yourself and your Angel." She hugged Misaki. "Good luck. We'll be watching from the Observation Chambers and cheering you on."
They both waved as they walked down the hall, turning left and disappearing out of sight.
Misaki took a deep breath and stared at the large wooded doors that lead to the Summoning Chamber. This was it. She was going to have her own Angel.
"I just have to believe." She stepped into the chamber.