Kat: Ehehe... As you can see... I didn't get another one out, so glad you
liked the stopping place.
Ginsing1: Exams are bad. Happy no more exams! Yay! :looks down at pants leg: ...I'm back... You can let go of me now... Oh, and in response to your question, I suppose both. :thinking really hard: Yeah. I meant when she just turned around just now(Then? I don't know.), but your other answer worked also.
Zahrah: Oh, that's good. Reviewers are so nice!
Angel Cesia: Well, it isn't exactly soon... But it is updated!
Hououza: Wow, love your name. It sounds so elegant... Thanks for reading, even though you didn't know the song. And yes, the series are similar, aren't they? I don't know Evangelion, but Gundam Wing and Dragon Knights are so similar, it's almost scary.
Tsume Yamagata: Thanks for the author alert placement! I love your bio pics, the Kharl one and that other one from Inuyasha!
Cesia Illuser: Ok, updated!
Fairy Tale Faerie: I'm glad you like it! Thank you!!
Charna: I was wondering, did you ever get the notice that I had Kat post on my bio(I wasn't able to log in while I was away...)? Basicly it said to pretend that the last chapter was done to "Here Without You". I don't know what this would go to, however, so I suppose it's good that I don't need to make this a songfic!
Lisa: Hey! Hope you are having a great time in Singapore! I know... I wish that too...::sighs::
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Knights! I so wish I did. ...Actually, if I did, you would all be scared. Very scared. D
A/N: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR RESPONDING TO MY NOTICE!!! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!has started a strange chant
And as you can see, I took down the notice early(I know it's against the rules, I don't bloody CARE if they take it down, and I've already been frozen once. What's one more time?), and decided to keep this the way it is, without song lyrics. I think I will use song lyrics again, but not for a long while(End chapter, maybe?). Anyway, I hope you are all pleased with the way this turned out, and that you didn't mind having to answer my question!
-Ally
The seats of the classroom were boringly arranged into four straight rows, each heading from the blackboard in the front to the poster-covered wall in the back.
Still slightly distracted by the unusual events that had taken place earlier that day: first the dream, then the girl, Rath sat down in his seat, a wild storm of thoughts and emotions running rampant in his head.
This was new.
This strange feeling of awareness.
Well, maybe that wasn't the right word.
It wasn't awareness so much as... a feeling of a fragile glass shaker positioned on the edge of a swirling gully, and the sudden knowledge that something, someone, was coming, and that their nearing footsteps were slowly shaking the already disturbed ground, pushing the delicate piece further and further to an uncharted edge.
And like all who travel through unknown waters, he wasn't sure what would spring out at him.
He wasn't even sure, hadn't been sure for quite a while now, that his grip on reality wasn't slowly loosening.
It could happen.
God knew it had happened before.
He shuddered mentally at the memory that sentence brought back. It was roughly cloaked in the worn shawl of time and the colors were faded with bygone years, but the strokes of this silken tapestry seemed as clear as day.
As clear as day and as impossible as a falling star.
And yet he didn't feel it was a dream, even though dreaming was the only logical explanation for it.
After all, his train of thought went on, people don't just disappear.
People don't up and vanish.
Dragons can't fly.
He gave his head a small, almost unnoticed shake, and settled his mind into a familiar and comforting void. A blankness, empty of unnecessary feeling or thought.
Rath almost smiled as he felt the usual misted curtain close over him once more, shielding him from the outside hurt.
And then he blinked. He leaned forward in his chair, getting a better look at the figure who just sat down in front of him.
Her long hair fell past the dark material of her dress, and her plain rucksack sat on the floor next to her. She was chatting with the girl seated next to her, and was ignoring him completely, oblivious of his stare.
Going against the mold he had worked himself into, the dark haired boy turned around in his seat where one of the few students who called himself Rath's "friend" sat.
"Rune."
The other boy looked at him strangely.
It had been so long since Rath had initiated a conversation.
"Yes?"
"That girl, the one in black, she's an exchange student?" Rune peered over the teenager's shoulder, looking around the room.
"In the black dress. In front of me," Rath said again, the curved silver scythe of his messy hair standing out in it's surroundings of sharp feathered night.
"The girl in front of you?" Rune looked confused, "Yes, she is an exchange student, but..." he trailed off, looking searchingly at his friend, "She isn't in black."
Rath turned around, one hand coming up to wave aside a smoky tentacle that wrapped across his vision, and stopped short.
Rune was right.
He stared at the figure before him.
She was the same girl, but was wearing a short white blouse and a knee length green plated skirt.
A traditional school uniform.
A spinning flash raced through his mind, a mental image of falling obliteration, of pale flakes of snow.
He shut his eyes to block it out, and when he opened them a second later, he was stunned.
There, sitting in front of him, was a girl in a fitted black dress. His familiar darkness seemed to fade away slightly, to allow fresh air through, to let a breath of wind breeze by, in the stress of this second disturbance within the past five minutes, before returning with it's full and sickeningly comoforting force.
A word rattled through his mind, bouncing off pointed shards of enveloping mist and beaten silver.
Two syllables repeating in an endless drive.
Cesia.
Cesia.
Cesia.
Cesia...
Rath heard his own voice arguing with the droning monotony that poured through his world like liquid fire, etching their memory into all they touched and stirring up ancient and long forgotten phrases.
And the one thing he found avalible as a protector from this wakeful reminder were three words that had become seemingly lodged deep within him, holding him down when a burst of time past seemed to stirr awake within him, dragging away the shroud.
He heard his silent voice saying them in weak protest, watching as his life started to spin, all logic vanishing, but taking with it, the trailing shadow that surrounded him.
"Dragons can't fly."
A shimmer of glass hit the dark haired wanderer in the eye, shattering this dead phrase and the word that still drummed into the background.
With a jerk, everything slid back to it's normal oppression.
And the girl in front of him flipped her hair over a white-clad shoulder.
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God, I wish I was still able to use stars...::mutters::
Anyway, REVIEW! I've FINALLY updated! Give me feedback!!
Ginsing1: Exams are bad. Happy no more exams! Yay! :looks down at pants leg: ...I'm back... You can let go of me now... Oh, and in response to your question, I suppose both. :thinking really hard: Yeah. I meant when she just turned around just now(Then? I don't know.), but your other answer worked also.
Zahrah: Oh, that's good. Reviewers are so nice!
Angel Cesia: Well, it isn't exactly soon... But it is updated!
Hououza: Wow, love your name. It sounds so elegant... Thanks for reading, even though you didn't know the song. And yes, the series are similar, aren't they? I don't know Evangelion, but Gundam Wing and Dragon Knights are so similar, it's almost scary.
Tsume Yamagata: Thanks for the author alert placement! I love your bio pics, the Kharl one and that other one from Inuyasha!
Cesia Illuser: Ok, updated!
Fairy Tale Faerie: I'm glad you like it! Thank you!!
Charna: I was wondering, did you ever get the notice that I had Kat post on my bio(I wasn't able to log in while I was away...)? Basicly it said to pretend that the last chapter was done to "Here Without You". I don't know what this would go to, however, so I suppose it's good that I don't need to make this a songfic!
Lisa: Hey! Hope you are having a great time in Singapore! I know... I wish that too...::sighs::
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Knights! I so wish I did. ...Actually, if I did, you would all be scared. Very scared. D
A/N: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR RESPONDING TO MY NOTICE!!! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!has started a strange chant
And as you can see, I took down the notice early(I know it's against the rules, I don't bloody CARE if they take it down, and I've already been frozen once. What's one more time?), and decided to keep this the way it is, without song lyrics. I think I will use song lyrics again, but not for a long while(End chapter, maybe?). Anyway, I hope you are all pleased with the way this turned out, and that you didn't mind having to answer my question!
-Ally
The seats of the classroom were boringly arranged into four straight rows, each heading from the blackboard in the front to the poster-covered wall in the back.
Still slightly distracted by the unusual events that had taken place earlier that day: first the dream, then the girl, Rath sat down in his seat, a wild storm of thoughts and emotions running rampant in his head.
This was new.
This strange feeling of awareness.
Well, maybe that wasn't the right word.
It wasn't awareness so much as... a feeling of a fragile glass shaker positioned on the edge of a swirling gully, and the sudden knowledge that something, someone, was coming, and that their nearing footsteps were slowly shaking the already disturbed ground, pushing the delicate piece further and further to an uncharted edge.
And like all who travel through unknown waters, he wasn't sure what would spring out at him.
He wasn't even sure, hadn't been sure for quite a while now, that his grip on reality wasn't slowly loosening.
It could happen.
God knew it had happened before.
He shuddered mentally at the memory that sentence brought back. It was roughly cloaked in the worn shawl of time and the colors were faded with bygone years, but the strokes of this silken tapestry seemed as clear as day.
As clear as day and as impossible as a falling star.
And yet he didn't feel it was a dream, even though dreaming was the only logical explanation for it.
After all, his train of thought went on, people don't just disappear.
People don't up and vanish.
Dragons can't fly.
He gave his head a small, almost unnoticed shake, and settled his mind into a familiar and comforting void. A blankness, empty of unnecessary feeling or thought.
Rath almost smiled as he felt the usual misted curtain close over him once more, shielding him from the outside hurt.
And then he blinked. He leaned forward in his chair, getting a better look at the figure who just sat down in front of him.
Her long hair fell past the dark material of her dress, and her plain rucksack sat on the floor next to her. She was chatting with the girl seated next to her, and was ignoring him completely, oblivious of his stare.
Going against the mold he had worked himself into, the dark haired boy turned around in his seat where one of the few students who called himself Rath's "friend" sat.
"Rune."
The other boy looked at him strangely.
It had been so long since Rath had initiated a conversation.
"Yes?"
"That girl, the one in black, she's an exchange student?" Rune peered over the teenager's shoulder, looking around the room.
"In the black dress. In front of me," Rath said again, the curved silver scythe of his messy hair standing out in it's surroundings of sharp feathered night.
"The girl in front of you?" Rune looked confused, "Yes, she is an exchange student, but..." he trailed off, looking searchingly at his friend, "She isn't in black."
Rath turned around, one hand coming up to wave aside a smoky tentacle that wrapped across his vision, and stopped short.
Rune was right.
He stared at the figure before him.
She was the same girl, but was wearing a short white blouse and a knee length green plated skirt.
A traditional school uniform.
A spinning flash raced through his mind, a mental image of falling obliteration, of pale flakes of snow.
He shut his eyes to block it out, and when he opened them a second later, he was stunned.
There, sitting in front of him, was a girl in a fitted black dress. His familiar darkness seemed to fade away slightly, to allow fresh air through, to let a breath of wind breeze by, in the stress of this second disturbance within the past five minutes, before returning with it's full and sickeningly comoforting force.
A word rattled through his mind, bouncing off pointed shards of enveloping mist and beaten silver.
Two syllables repeating in an endless drive.
Cesia.
Cesia.
Cesia.
Cesia...
Rath heard his own voice arguing with the droning monotony that poured through his world like liquid fire, etching their memory into all they touched and stirring up ancient and long forgotten phrases.
And the one thing he found avalible as a protector from this wakeful reminder were three words that had become seemingly lodged deep within him, holding him down when a burst of time past seemed to stirr awake within him, dragging away the shroud.
He heard his silent voice saying them in weak protest, watching as his life started to spin, all logic vanishing, but taking with it, the trailing shadow that surrounded him.
"Dragons can't fly."
A shimmer of glass hit the dark haired wanderer in the eye, shattering this dead phrase and the word that still drummed into the background.
With a jerk, everything slid back to it's normal oppression.
And the girl in front of him flipped her hair over a white-clad shoulder.
---------
God, I wish I was still able to use stars...::mutters::
Anyway, REVIEW! I've FINALLY updated! Give me feedback!!