Human Mystic
By Rouge-kun
Chapter Two: Purple Blood
Author's Note/ Disclaimer: So! Chapter Two! Yeah! (tries to do the robot, fails miserably) Feh. I finally sat down and worked at it after like three months of doing nothing, and finished in three days, so I'm proud of myself. Though I must wonder whether I have the right to, after not doing anything for three months at all. X D I don't own SaGa Frontier or anything else but my few worldly possessions, such as my TV, PS, DVDs, and other various acronyms. If that's the word. Anagrams? Whatever, man. I got my PS2 shattered (long story) so I guess I'm sort of in mourning. Don't sue me because I have nothing. Nothing! Anyway, this story is full of sexy Mystic men! So if you don't like it, just say so and I'll lay off the descriptions. Thanks for reading my crappy rewrite story!
I walked slowly to the edge of the winding outdoor stairway and placed my hands gingerly on the banister. As I peered carefully over the edge (heights aren't exactly my favorite), a strong, rose-scented wind began to blow. My hair whipped about my face. Green? Green! I took up a lock and held it to make sure. Green. Not brown. Green. I let it fall from my fingers. Just what is going on here? Did that weirdo kidnap me and then just decide to dye my hair green? Or... ha. Couldn't be. Pushing the unpleasant thought from my head, I decided to follow the white rose petals the breeze had carried over.
It was weird, how this whole place seemed to glow with that cold light. It was almost as though it were alive, but at the same time felt deader than any place I've ever been. I know I keep repeating myself, but it was just so strange.
Anyway, as I rounded the next bend I was startled out of my thoughts. Something ahead... another person? My breath caught in my throat. I wasn't the only one here after all... but what if this person was one of the bad guys? I hesitated. But then, said a little voice in my head, what if he's your only lifeline out of here? With some surprise, I realized that my hands were shaking as I made my way closer. A man? I thought. His hair was a deep auburn, a bit brighter than mine had been, and it was drawn up into a spiky ponytail behind his head. He was beautiful. There's no other word for it. I surprised my self again by thinking so; I'd never considered a man beautiful before. It was odd; long lashes, heavy-lidded dark green eyes, fine features... but it wasn't really that. He was very pale - it was more like he had a bit of that unearthly luminosity in him. I wondered if it was that quality that had made my hands shake before. Why, though? my little voice wondered. Why would that scare me?
"Um... who are you?" I asked, my voice shaking almost as badly as my hands. His eyes slid over to me. I balled my hands into fists and struggled to control my voice, and spoke again. "Who are you and where am I? What is this place?" He turned carelessly toward me and crossed his arms lazily across his chest. Those eyes seemed to flicker to life as they surveyed me, and the beginnings of what could have been a smile tugged at his lips. Somehow, his manner annoyed me. It made me angry that I was somewhere far from Shrike and may never see a friendly face again, and he was just lounging against the banister. I know it was unfounded, and it was fleeting, but it was there. He tilted his head. "Chateau Aiguille," he replied in a politely inquisitive voice. I couldn't help but think he was mocking me; there was a definite smirk now. "A–," I began, but he faded away before my eyes! My voice stuck and my hands started shaking again. Before I could react, two different people suddenly appeared where he had been standing! They looked furious and glanced in every direction, taking little to no notice of me. "Zozma was just here," one of them practically spat. "We must report this to the Lord!" With that, they vanished as abruptly as they had appeared. I felt as though I was paralyzed– but slowly, life returned to my limbs. I turned and went back the way I had came.
I was in a daze. Vanishing and reappearing people? A lord? Chateau Aiguille? I felt as though a huge, square block of ice had dropped straight down into the pit of my stomach. Vanishing people. A lord. Chateau Aiguille. I had been kidnaped by Mystics. My life as I knew it was over. I would never see my aunt, Red, Dr. Okonogi, or any of my friends– anyone friendly, for that matter– ever again. I slid down the wall, buried my head in my arms, and wept. And then a new emotion took hold. Anger. I'm not dead yet. I can still do something about it. I will escape this castle of death or I will die trying. I climbed to my feet and started up the staircase to the West Tower.
Gasping and panting, I finally climbed the last few steps. I flopped on the ground to catch my breath. "I hope pant that there a– gasp aren't any wheeze more flights li– pant like that." I gasped out loud. Once I'd caught my breath I made my way into the tower.
Thank God... no coffins. This room was round, with more glowing flowers suspended from the ceiling. I was starting to wonder about the owner's tastes. There was a raised pedestal ringed with different colored roses in the center of the room and it took up most of the space. It was as if this room had been built simply to accommodate the pedestal. I climbed the steps to the top. Surprisingly, there was nothing there– nothing but a reflecting pool about three feet across. Hmph. "Narcissists," I muttered, kicking the water. Suddenly, a loud water droplet sound reverberated through the room, and I was dragged or pulled by an invisible force onto the surface of the water! What's going on! Rose petals flowed out of the surface of the pool and circled me, faster and faster– I squeezed my eyes shut– until... it all stopped. I cracked an eye open, and finding it safe, hurried down the steps. What was that? I wondered. As I looked around, I noticed that this room, though very similar, was different from the previous one. Must've been a teleporter of some sort, I reasoned. Whatever. I'm still in one piece, so I can't let something like that slow me down. There was a sweet smell in the air; I followed it and cautiously exited through the only door.
Flowers were everywhere. Not the dreary, beautiful-but-creepy glowing flowers that were strewn and placed all over the Chateau, but real, live, fragrant flowers. There were so many different kinds– giant, creeping violet ones that had climbed high all over the walls, huge, scarlet flowers I'd never seen before, trees in great variation, and simple, soft, white-petaled ones spread everywhere like a beautiful carpet. The fragrances flowed together into a medley of different scents, some made stronger by the slightest ruffle of air. I stepped into the center of the room in wonder, and with a sudden stab of pain, felt cold steel pierce my back, penetrate, and emerge out my front. I stared down at my stomach and mercifully felt the blackness of my subconscious engulf my mind before the plumes of purple blood blossomed over the white petals.
Ciato watched as Asellus stepped into the Garden, his aristocratic features and haughty disposition hidden behind a mask of pure fury. That... that... abomination cannot be allowed in the castle! For what reason had my Lord, the Master of Mystics, let such a thing come into existence, and by his own hand, no less! Pale-haired and arrogant, the idea of it was almost too much for him too bear. Placing a hand on the hilt of his sword, he drew it out, moved behind Asellus, and with a savage thrust, plunged the sword through and out again. Satisfied, he watched her blood flow slowly over the flowerbed and returned to his post.
A pale, long-fingered hand appeared over the edge of the balcony above the garden where Asellus lay. Another reached up and brushed long, violet hair out of dark blue, shadowed eyes. Two assistants watched this motion from under downcast lids. The pale lips parted. "...Purple blood..." –hardly a whisper issued from between them, in a low voice that all who heard it were unable to refuse. The figure turned, his robes sweeping the ground, and disappeared into the doorway behind. The assistants bowed and vanished.
Sooo... how was it? Think it's coming along well? Stick around for Chapter 3: Half Mystic! I've already started it, so yeah. I'm enjoying myself now. If you have a favorite character, just say so and I'll glorify them. I love everyone except maybe Ildon, but I can imagine things. Heh heh. Should I write the three endings? I think I will... like a paragraph each in the last chapter. Yeah, I think that'll be good. Oh yeah, read and reply, because I'm the kind of person who needs constant reassurement and a hug every day. Even if it's to tell me I suck, please do! I'll have some free time! No, seriously! I can't go wrong! If I get good feedback, I get self esteem, and if I get bad feedback I get free time! That reminds me, this morning I had a dream– is bound, gagged, and stuffed into a sack by Zozma and Orlouge and carried off
Orlouge: (Victory sign) Victory! (moonwalks )
Zozma: We finally shut her up. (grin)
