DISCLAIMER: I do not own Magic Knights Rayearth nor do I claim to. I just like the show and wanted to write a little something for it.
Sestercentennial - Means 250 years
Squall - Is another term for a storm.
_[ STORY ]_
Lantis had taken to wondering the palace halls when not on patrol, it had been a month since the storm began, he and the other where growing weary of it. The Magic Knights had returned to their world a few weeks ago and said they would not be back for some time, something about 'midterms' whatever that meant.
The Kailu stopped to look out at the swirling cloud cover from one of the small windows lining the hall, 'is it getting lighter out?' Lantis though, 'no, probably a trick of the mind,' he sighed stepping away.
"Lantis, wait," someone called keeping him rooted.
"Hello Lafarga," Lantis greeted, "what can…"
"Come outside, quickly!" Lafarga ordered waving the man to follow.
Lantis was taken aback by the outburst; then he was almost running to catch up with the captain, "Lafarga, what happened?"
The question was left unanswered as he stepped out into the gardens to see strikes of sun breaking through the gray water vapor.
"It was getting lighter out…" he muttered.
"Yes," Lafarga agreed, "it should be gone by mid-afternoon."
Across the black abyss of stary territory, a small world covered in factories and smog drifted peacefully along its orbit. Deep within a stark white tower, Persea Master Weaponsmith of Cephiro was sleeping soundly when at her door someone started banging upon it.
"Ma'am WAKE UP," the person shouted.
Persea jolted from her bed; she went to swing the door open, but it slid to the side. She had forgotten this was not her home, but a world with technology unlike that which she knew.
"What's wrong?" she asked catching herself on the doorframe before she collided with the man.
"Your companion has awoken," he told her.
Persea's eyes grew wide, and a smile graced her features, she quickly thanked the nurse before rushing down the hall, her nightgown trailing behind her. When she entered the room, a confused mage laid slightly raised and looking around, a tall, muscular man in a white coat stood over the bed listening to Clef's chest.
Sterling was by the door waiting, "hey," she greeted.
"Hello," Persea responded, "hello Clef, how are you feeling?" she asked coming to the bedside.
The Guru looked at her, "where am I? " he asked ignoring her question.
"This is a healing wing on Autozam they call it a hospital," Persea explained, "Eagle brought us here in an attempt to save you. It seems to have worked," she beamed.
Clef, on the other hand, seemed even more confused, "save me?" he asked, "I'm fine...I thought Cephiro was closed off to the other worlds, by the Pillar? That's what Master Maroff said at least," he said.
Persea's brow wrinkled, "I do not know who that is," she said, "and Cephiro has had no Pillar for three years you know that. Perhaps your still groggy, we can talk later," Persea suggested.
Clef griped the blankets his gaze boring into the Weaponsmith, "is this some game?" he practically shouted, "where am I really? What happened to the Pillar? And for that matter who are you?"
Clef struggled to sit up as he bombarded Persea with questions, the doctor stepped around the foot of the bed, before ushering Sterling out, himself not far behind, leaving the off-worlders to speck.
"What? Clef your not making any sense, don't you remember Princess Emeraude calling the Magic Knights? Or the Pillar system being abolished?" Persea asked a dark thought crossing her mind, "what about the storm? It was going to kill you because your the Master Mage," she added, tears welling in her eyes.
She knew in her heart something had happened to the man before her and his next words confirmed it.
"Who is Princess Emeraude? What do you mean the pillar is gone!? Me the Master Mage!? You have to be lying! I am NOT the Master Mage, I can barely use magic," he hissed.
In a small Dojo in the city of Tokyo, a young woman with fiery red hair was cleaning up after her lunch break when one of her fellow students came up to her.
"Shidou-chan are you okay?" they asked.
"Of course, why?" she asked, in turn, looking up at them.
"Your crying," they told her hand over a napkin.
A tear ran down Hikaru's cheek, she wiped at it, "that's weird," she muttered taking the napkin, "thank you."
Hikaru headed back to class, she was at a loss of why she would be crying, little did she know that across town both of her friends and fellow Magic Knights were experiencing the same odd emotion.
_[ TO BE CONTINUED ]_
.