Chapter 5: The Last Thing the World Needs! Mesuinu Learns the Dragonslave!
When we last left our heroes...wait, this fic has heroes? Er, scratch that. When we last left this fanfic, Xellos had filked the song, 'Morning Report' from Disney's "The Lion King." During that wonderful interlude, Mesuinu finds herself inside the hotel room of the mysteriously handsome Garth.
"I really don't think that it's appropiate for me to share a room with you.", Mesuinu remarks. "Well, uh," Garth stutters with a slight blush, "there aren't any other rooms available and I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I left you out in the cold. Besides, you still need to cast the spell that'll keep me from losing my sword...again." "True, true. Although I could have just casted it earlier.", Mesuinu retorts. "True, but casting spells didn't sit well with the management after you nearly ate them out of house and home.", Garth comments. Mesuinu sighs. Some people just didn't know how to have fun, and many simply don't know how to relax.
"First, I'll need your sword, out of it's sheathe.", Mesuinu instructs. Garth nods and draws his sword out and carefully hands it to the young and mysterious priestess. Mesuinu takes the blade in both hands and starts to quietly chant a spell. The sword momentarily glows blue then floats up into the air. "Now then, I need a personal effect.", Mesuinu comments. Garth blinks as he scratches his head in contemplation of what would be appropiate. Mesuinu smirks mischievously. With a quick swipe of her fingers she snatches a single thread of red hair. Garth proclaims his pain in a typical, "ouch!" as Mesuinu finds herself frozen and entranced by the hair. "Darkness...beyond...twilight...and crimson blood...that flows.", the purple haired priestess begins to chant. Garth's eyes burst wide open in shock as he stumbles to grab Mesuinu's wrists. "WHOA WHOA WHOA! That's the LAST spell a priestess needs to be casting!"
Mesuinu snaps out of her daze, the solitary red strand slipping out of her pale hands. "Huh?", Mesuinu inquires. "Do you have any idea what spell you were starting to cast? That's the Dragonslave!", Garth complains. "The! ...I was starting to cast the Dragonslave? Cool!", Mesuinu smiles. "No, not cool at all. You could have blown us all to bits!", the young swordsman frets. "Oh! Oh, I see," Mesuinu begins sticking her face close to his, "your mother is Lina Inverse." Garth pulls back away from the insightful priestess. "H-h-how did you know that?", Garth inquires. "I could feel it in your hair...a tremendous amount of power that no mere swordsman should be able to possess. The power...the brilliant red hair, I only know of one other individual who possesses such features and that would be none other than the sorcery genius Lina Inverse." "Your clairvoyance is truly remarkable, Mesuinu.", Garth compliments. "Well," Mesuinu remarks, rubbing her finger beneath her nose, "that only leaves one thing left to divine. Your name must be Garth Gabriev then." "Ah, kind of obvious, wasn't it?", Garth remarks. "Not neccessarily. One could have assumed that you were Gaav, but Gaav was destroyed by...a mazoku named Hellmaster. Then again, you're awfully short to be Gaav."
"Hey, I'm about as tall as my dad. Although, on the topic of Gaav and mazoku, how do you know so much about them? You're not related to one of my mom's acquaintances, are you?", Garth inquires. Mesuinu's eyes shut tightly closed in response to his question. "Me, related to an acquaintance of Lina Inverse? Why simply having met the son of Lina is an honor enough. Afterall, who could I possibly be related to that would be so familiar with Lina Inverse?", Mesuinu apprehensively replies. "Well, you're a priestess, so I would wager that you're related either to Sylphiel or Princess Amelia. However, I think Meilu is Sylphiel's only daughter, so you'd have to be related to Amelia and Zelgadis Greywards. Although, I don't know if they actually have any children though.", Garth comments. "Oh, well I suppose you could suggest that I'm related to Amelia's older sister.", Mesuinu remarks. "Hey, that's right, she has an older sister doesn't she? I don't know her name though. I'm pretty confident that you're not related to someone called Naga the White Serpent though.", Garth notes. "Well who knows, really? I have no idea who my mother is or who she might be. I could still very well be related to a friend of your mother's."
Mesuinu laughs briefly then picks up the sword, which had fallen after a long lack of focus and concentration, and casts levitation upon it once more. She then plucks up the fallen hair and places it upon the swords. "Now back to business. I need complete concentration, so please refrain from speaking.", Mesuinu instructs. Garth nods in acknowledgement. Mesuinu concentrates, allowing the magical energy within her to flow from her hands and through the hair and blade. "Gods that hover above, and Demons that lurk below, stand witness before me as I cast this spell. Light from the darkness unfold, and weave forth a bond that by no power can be broken and bring together this blade and its owner henceforth and forever more. BINDING!" Total darkness engulfs the room as Mesuinu begins casting her spell. As she continues, threads of light spread out from her chest ("Light from the darkness") and wrap around the sword ("and weave forth a bond"). The strands of light completely detatch themselves from Mesuinu and explode in a radient light around the sword ("bring together this blade and its owner henceforth and forever more"). Normal light is restored to the room as the sword floats towards Garth Gabriev.
The young swordsman looks on in awe as the sword floats before him. He smiles gratefully and takes the sword, causing the magical energy surrounding it to disappear. He sheathes the sword and looks at the pale priestess happily. "Whew...that took a lot out of me.", Mesuinu comments. "Thank you, thank you very much. I just have one question though. Why did you begin with 'Gods that hover above, and Demons that lurk below'? That sounds kind of strange coming from a priestess.", Garth inquires. "Oh, I just thought it sounded cool. It has nothing to do with the spell at all. Just me trying to be creative.", Mesuinu replies. "Uh-huh. Just exactly what kind of priestess are you?", Garth wonders, not really certain if he wants to know the answer to that question. "Let's just say that I'm an open-minded priestess," Mesuinu winks, "if that scares you, I can just go ahead and take my leave. You no longer require my services." "Well, I had to ask, didn't I? Please, stay. You've been really nice to me, so I should repay you for that." "Well you're most certainly not like your mother at all.", Mesu notes. "Yah, I guess I take after my dad a lot. Oh, Mesuinu, you were able to detect my mom's power through my hair...and you learned the Dragonslave. Is it...is it possible that I have the potential to cast i...spells too?", Garth wonders. "Well, anyone could learn a spell or two, it's just a matter of being able to cast it successfully. There are individuals such as myself who have a knack for magic, and others who really shouldn't even bother learning.", Mesuinu informs. "Do I have a knack for magic?", Garth inquires. "Hmmm...let me see."
The mysterious priestess places her forefinger and middle finger on the red haired swordsman's forehead. She closes her eyes and allows the magical energies to transfer from Garth into herself. She meditates for several minutes before removing her fingers. "No...you have the power inside of you, but you can only pass it on. You can't control. You could very well learn a spell or two, but it would be extremely dangerous if you ever attempted to cast it. Even a simple healing spell could backfire and cause harm. I'm sorry.", Mesuinu informs. "Nah, that's alright. Like my dad, I'm not much for magic.", Garth admits. " That's alright. I'm sure that you're very skilled with your sword that you wouldn't need to use magic. Me, on the other hand, I'm starting to think that maybe I'm not really cut out for casting spells.", Mesuinu confesses, her eyes closed tight. "Not at all, you're just not cut out for casting black magic spells.", Garth replies. Mesuinu laughs apprehensively at the swordsman's ignorance of her dangerous and natural capacity for both black and white magic. "I suppose so, especially when it comes to the Dragonslave."
The two laugh it over for a few minutes when Mesuinu suddenly emits out a yawn. She wordlessly takes a pillow and sets out for a place on the floor. "No, no, no!", Garth complains. "What," Mesuinu inquires naively, "I need a pillow to rest my head if I'm going to sleep on the floor." "You are SO not sleeping on the floor!", Garth insists. "Where else am I to sleep?" "You can sleep on the bed. I'll take the floor.", Garth informs. "I couldn't do that. It's more than enough of you to allow me to share your room. It wouldn't sit well on my conscious if I then allowed you to sleep on the cold floor.", Mesu asserts. "What kind of man would allow a woman to sleep on the floor and take the bed for himself?", Garth notes, a remarkable reflection of his father. "We'll just uh...have to compromise then.", the mysteriously mischievious priestess suggests. "I still don't feel comfortable letting you sleep on the floor...even if I'm sleeping there too.", the young Gabriev admits. "I guess we should share the bed then.", Mesuinu reconmends blushing terribly. "Eh! Now I'm REALLY not comfortable with that!", Garth exclaims. "Aa...ano...ah...eh...well...it's not like I'm gonna...take advantage of you...or something.", Mesuinu stutters. "Well, er, yah...of course not.", Garth stammers. "Or do you think you'd try something naughty with me?", Mesuinu spitefully demands getting in his handsome and blushing face. "N-n-no! Of...of...of course not! I...I...I wouldn't...I wouldn't think of such a...thing! Absolutely not!", Garth insists.
"Then that's settled! We'll uh...share the bed!", Mesuinu proclaims. "Urk! N...n...not so loud!", Garth complains stammering. "You don't have to be embaressed about it. I still could go find somewhere else to stay. It hasn't gotten too late yet.", Mesuinu informs. "Ah, no, it really is too late for that." "Not at all. I've travelled quite a bit already, so I'm actually used to having to sleep outside.", Mesu comments. "No. Ah, well, goodnight." "Goodnight then."