SD: Sorry for the like…… four month hiatus…
GA1: Yeah, kinda of my fault.
SD: Kinda of? More like it WAS your fault……
GA1: sighs I'll take that. Yeah was in the last run of classes, but now I'm in my externship, so no more school.
SD: And now we live together, so I can force her to write. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
GA1: May the heavens have mercy….. runs away
SD:Hey get back here!
Disclaimer: Bandi owns the rights to Escaflowne, sadly. If it was owned by us there would be more Escaflowne. SO much more we would have to take over the world just so we could turn it into Gaea and then----
The FBI has taken over this disclaimer, please enjoy the writings of two well behaved adults that have no interest in taking over the world.
We do however own our respected characters and the changes in plot line:
Spirit Dancer: Aiko, Shiva (Why does her list get to be shorter?)
Glass Angel1: Ayane, Fira, Merlin, the Providence Children, Caim and any other character that I must create for the production of this story.
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Summary:
Not just an ordinary retelling of Escaflowne. Two girls' wish away their lives of family abuse, only to find their wish answered. Destiny plays its hands hard as these two friends find themselves caught up in a war of a world they barely know, only to be torn apart along the way. Will they be able to overcome their trouble pasts, and save this new world for its own destruction? Or will their pasts become its means of destruction?
Category: Action/Adventure/Romance
xVxVxVxVx; same place different point of view
xXxXxXxXx ;scene change
italic; vision
XoX ; Flashback
Character Note Change From Original Series
Celena age 18
Chpt 33 Frigid Fate
"And they wander in their secure sense through the cold snowy mountains…." An eerie woman's voice spoke tauntingly as she looked though the small binoculars at the wooden ship. It moved alone through the open valley on the snow-covered mountains quietly and with simple ease. With no attack on it in almost a week, who would be so secure and hotheaded? Those who knew to watch their backs, she laughed to her self as she stood up. Her platinum blond hair fell down just to her shoulders, and slightly over her purple-blue eyes, as they remained focused on the object below. The cold wind of the mountain breeze tossed her hair over the white military uniform. A cocky smile graced her face as she took her eyes away from them to the two women who stood behind her. One was dressed in a red uniform; it lacked both sleeves and any obvious armor on the jacket. Her arms were wrapped around the bare skin to keep warm. Her red hair was cut short, but was long enough to create spikes, few of which fell down in her face the longest touched her cheek. Gold eyes watched the ship below. Next to her with the binoculars covering her face was a taller woman with a light icy blue uniform; it had short sleeves and had a lot more noticeable armor on the jacket. The short boyish cut light blue hair ruffled slightly in the breeze. Behind them both were three melef units. One was blood red, the other an icy blue, both of which were knelt down in the snow. Behind them both standing tall was a white unit, hard to make out against the snow that was behind it. "Oblivious to their destruction looming above…"
"Where would they be headed to anyways? There's nothing around for miles…" The light blue-haired girl took her eyes away from the binoculars to the red head next to her. "What purpose would they have to be all the way out here?"
"T-to f-freeze t-their a-asses o-off….." The red haired girl stuttered through her blue turning lips as she tried to keep warm. The platinum blond girl walked slightly past the two as she strolled thoughtfully towards the machines behind them. "C-crazy a-ass p-people. C-can w-we g-go b-back t-to t-the t-transport n-now?" The light blue haired girl laughed.
"Aww come, Fira…It's not that cold out here…I actually think it's kind of nice." Fira's gold eyes glare at the light blue haired woman next to her as if she was going to rip her head off even though she was taller.
"N-not t-that c-cold, S-Shiva?! D-did y-you l-look a-at y-your t-thermostat b-before y-you c-came o-out h-here? T-t-twenty b-below!"
"Ya...Like I said…Nice weather." She couldn't keep the grin from spreading across her face. It was a rare thing for Shiva to have an upper hand on Fira. She might as well enjoy it while it lasted. The red haired woman growled at her companion, readying a retort when one hand came slamming down on both of them sending them both down to the snowy ground. Their commander stood above them, an insane smile creeping up into her blue eyes, that were tinted slightly a vague dark purple. Both girls held their hurt cheeks only for a moment before they picked themselves up into a knelt position before their master.
"Dilandau, my pet, has left my grasp. And now I'm here in this cold world to clean up what he failed miserable to do. Here I expected to find something more….interesting… Instead I find this…. But that's alright isn't it girls?" The platinum blond bent down and caught the two girl's chins with her gloved hands pulling them to look up at her. "They have seen Dilandau, and thought him the best, but let's give them the taste of Zaibach's worse then."
"Yes, Celena-sama!"
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Why did they have to fly through the mountains? Aiko shivered as she clutched the wool blanket around her, and walked down an unknown hallway. She had her hair down to help retain any heat that her body had left, and wore her jacket that she had packed with her to begin with, yet she was still cold. Stupid genes. Why she was the only one in her family that had the thin blood was beyond her. The Crusader had become a ship of odd actions. Millerna was acting really weird for some reason, and wouldn't let anyone know what was wrong. Allen was pissy because of one thing or another, and Dryden…Aiko shivered even more at the thought of the man. Thankfully, he had locked himself in a room/ study thing with Allen's late father's journal. Van and Merle were nowhere to be found, thus explaining her reasons for walking around the cold ship in the first place. Sitting on the bed shivering wasn't her idea of entertainment. Merle's voice could be heard further down the hall, signaling that the two were close. As she had suspected, Van was sitting on the steps in front of the Escaflowne, looking out at the snow that covered the mountains below. Yup...Aiko shivered and clutched the woolen blanket closer to her. The hanger was defiantly the coldest part of the ship.
"How can you guys wear that and not be freezing your asses off?" Both heads turned towards her as she walked towards them. Van was still in his red short-sleeve shirt and khaki pants, Merle in her normal little dress. The cat-girl shrugged, eyes wide with confusion.
"It's not…that cold, Aiko..." Aiko's eyes widened as her teeth began to chatter against one another. They must be out of their minds. It had to be at least five below. That is, if you didn't count the wind blowing in your face.
"A-are y-you c-crazy?" Her hair flew away from her face, leaving the parts that were covered venerable to the cold. The winters on Japan had always been cold…but never cold this fast. "I-it's f-freezing…H-how c-can y-you g-guys n-not b-be c-cold?" She sat down next to Van and brought her knees up in the tightest ball she could make. They were silent for a while, Van looking out to the passing snow covered mountains. Merle curled up next to him again, slightly sleeping. How in the world that cat could sleep was beyond Aiko. Even though the past few days since Ayane had 'disappeared' it had been quiet around here. Really quiet, like no attacks quiet. It must have been unsettling to the young king after all the battles they went through in such close quarters. After a few more moments freezing, and her teeth chattering, Van suddenly wrapped around blanket around her that apparently had been sitting next to him for some time now.
"If you don't think about it so much it probably wouldn't be that cold." Van said lowly as he continued to look outside. Aiko, grateful for the extra warmth, looked at the dark haired king hard. He still was beating himself on the inside wasn't he? Even after Ayane said it wasn't his fault, he was beating himself up. Gaddess gave her a little bit of enlighten knowledge a few days ago when Van was cutting air in the middle of the night. For some people, going berserk in battle left a few untasteful things to deal with. Van had killed a lot of soldiers that day in a blind rage, and nearly had killed Ayane, who by the way never explain what future she was trying to change. The second-in-command said all they could really do was being there for the young king when he finally felt like talking about it. Van, on the other hand, had been really iffy about talking to people. A complete conversation was really hard to get out of him now. Sure, he talked, but normally it ended in awkward silence. The warmth from the extra blanket had stopped her teeth from banging against each other, but the cold wind still bit into the skin that had been left uncovered.
"It's kinda hard not to think about it when it's blowing in your face…." Aiko looked up towards Merle who was sleeping on Escaflowne's shoulder. "How can she sleep like that? Guess it comes with being a cat…" Sighing, she took her hand out from under the warm blankets to brush her hair out of her face. She gasped as the wind came into contact, and quickly placed her hand under the protection of the warm wool. What else was there to think about? She already knew that Aya was doing as well as she could. Millerna, Allen and Dryden weren't worth thinking about… and there was no way in hell she was going to think about home again. That would only make her feel worse. So what was left to distract her?
As if some weird god on this world thought it would be funny to answer her, the Crusader sudden shock as something hit it.
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"Why the hell can't I just burn it?" Fira grumbled as they landed down hard on the wooden ship. Give them my greetings, she says. Beat them up a bit, she says. Why the hell couldn't they just burn that damn thing and get it over with? It wouldn't be hard, wooden ship would probably go up like a box of matches. Box of matches, umm now there was something she could defiantly have fun with had Shiva not doused them in ice.
Stupid Ice Bitch.
"Because I say we freeze it." Shiva answered her. Why Celena wanted to give the crew a taste of Zaibach was beyond her. Why couldn't they just shot the thing down? That would solve all of Zaibach's problems. But what Celena wants, Celena gets. Shiva herself had known what happens when you double cross the woman. And it's anything but pretty. The blue haired fell slightly in her face as she looked over to the obvious front section of the ship were the bridge would be. Lifting the right arm of her unit, she sent out a chilling wave of water. The moment it touched the glass it turned into a solid ice sheet. The sun glittered off of it, making it hard for anyone on the bridge to see. There was another grumble on the line from her companion who had shifted back into flight mode only to drop down again on the Crusader. The small wooden aircraft shook violently, the creak of wood giving way under the weight was loud on both their coms.
"Hum… Go figure, crappy building…" Shiva shook her head as the ship shook once more. The ship itself didn't feel at all steady. Maybe jumping on it in the middle of a snow mountain pass wasn't the wisest idea.
"No, Fira. It's just your fat ass…" She could hear the other girl curse in protest, the string of curses bringing a smile to her lips. Fira was always an easy one to tease. If Fira kept jumping on the ship, it wouldn't be up in the air for much longer. "Oh, will you stop it? You're going to break the damn thing before the dragon is able to-" She was cut off by a white dragon flying out from below them, and slowly turned around to meet his opponents. "Well…looks like Dragon Prince came out after all…"
"About time!" Fira growled on her intercom. The young red head was not the most patient type of person. Shiva was proud to admit she could sit still longer then her companion and not get punished so often for moving. The Dragon flew downwards for a moment, as if to fly down over them. But at that altitude, the two Zaibach units would have to duck down so not to be smack off the wooden ship.
Ducking was not something they did.
"In Hell, pretty boy!" Fira laughed in glee as red flames danced out of her unit's right arm straight at the soaring Dragon. Shiva could only roll her eyes as she watched the Dragon transform in the air just before it passed over the edge of the ship, landing in a semi-graceful manner just in time to block the flames. Well, look at that, the boy could dance with flames, but could he dance to ice? She raised her units left arm again pointing it so that the ice would land just at the right spot.
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"What the…?" Was all Van could get out before he was forced to block a stream of flames. These two units looked different from the ones that psychotic maniac always had following him around. Where was Dilandau at? They still had a score to finish! When the fire died away, the young king looked at the two units that stood on the top of the Crusader. The ice blue unit stood to his left, right arm raise as if to fire something. A blood red unit to his right was readjusting its stance. Both these units looked completely different from the ones he had faced. Taking his sword in hand, Van shook his head clear. It didn't matter; these two were endangering the crew and everyone else on the wooden ship. Flames would make the thing go up like burning dry grass in the fall. That was the last thing he needed to deal with. Van took a step forward before he realized the small mistake of not looking before you leap. The Escaflowne suddenly lost its footing on the Crusader. Gripping on the controls, Van fought to regain control over the large armor. The guymelef started to lean more to one side due to the weight of the sword in his hand. Van's eyes looked down to the side, he was going to slip right of the damn ship into a rock face if he didn't think fast.
The joints protested the fast movement he tried to make, but it was the only thing he could think to do to keep from going off the Crusader. The blond knight was going to have his head for going it, but the young king would have to live with it. Van turned the one hand holding the sword so that the blade was facing downwards. Gods, he hoped no one was under him. Van plunged the long white sword down into the Crusader's hold. The Escaflowne stopped sliding along the ship. Brown eyes were able to finally see the layer of ice that he had stepped onto. It wasn't there when he landed.
"Ha! Look at that Ice Witch! He's on his knees... At least he knows when to show respect!" A high pitched voice laughed. Van's eyes pulled back to the two units that loomed in front of him. The red unit was waving its left arm in the air, as its head was turned to the blue one. The blue lowered its hand, and turned slightly to the red one.
"We really need to cut your sugar supply, Fire hazard…" The blue melef turned back to face Van. "Although, I've never seen a king bow to two lowly subordinates…" He could hear the smile in her voice over the com. Brown eyes grew wide. They were both women! There was a loud spat from the red unit as it watched the blue one step forward. Smoke poured out of its left arm, along with the liquid metal that Van knew would form a weapon of some sort. He was fighting women? Had Folken sunk that low, or was this just some new way to toy with him? The young king gripped down his hand down on the Escaflowne's sword, ready to pull it back up.
"No need to get bitchie, witchie." The red unit growled, as similar but dark smoke poured from its right arm. Black metal dripped down from it, slowly forming a warped blade.
"Last time I checked, you are the bitchy one who can't control her temper…" The calmer voice said as it stood closer to him. There seemed to be a moment of silence as the unit loomed above him, seeming to judge his skills, his ability before he even got a chance to show it. Grinding his teeth together Van forced the guymelef to its feet pulling the sword out of the crusaders hall. The blue unit simply moved aside as he came at her, without much of a thought, but now the Escaflowne was off the ice.
"Shiva, move, I want to play with this fool!" The red unit move from behind blue unit, whom now Van knew the name of. Its wicked black blade crashed against the white clean blade of the Escaflowne's. Van was pushed forward towards the bridge of the wooden ship he stood on. If he wasn't careful he might step through the glass cover.
"Damn it!" He tried to push off the red unit, but when he did, the blue unit came out from behind the unit as it stumped back onto the ice part of the ship for a few steps. The unit's blade knocked his aside, forcing its other arm underneath until Van was staring through his visor at the three wholes in the arm's end were the liquid metal came out of.
"Time is going to freeze still for you, Your Highness…." Shiva snickered as the blast of wet, cold smoke pour from her unit onto the cockpit cover of the Escaflowne.
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What the hell was going on? Aiko shivered as the ship continued to shake violently. Walking through the cold hall with the three blankets still wrapped around her, she slowly made her way towards the bridge. Maybe there she could see what was happening and why the ship was shaking so fucking hard.
"You don't think anything will happen to Van-dono do you Aiko?" The dark haired girl shook her head as they continued down the hall.
"I think he'll be ok. I mean its Van we're talking about. He can take care of himself when he puts his mind to it. Don't worry." There was a sudden groan from the wood above before a thick bar of metal sliced through the roof, and went straight down through the floor only inches from where the jade-eyed girl was walking.
"Holy shit…" Aiko pressed herself against the walls, blankets forgotten on the floor as she tried to look up through the hole that now occupied the ceiling. Merle was clenched against her arm staring in disbelieve at the thing before them. It took her a moment to recognize the sword as Escaflowne's. Why would Van need to pierce the ship like that? Allen isn't going to be very happy. Taking a deep breath, Aiko slipped past the large sword and ran towards the bridge. Something wasn't right. There were shouts filling the bridge when they arrived, orders being commanded as many watched through the wall of glass as the three guymelefs seemed to dance around the top of the ship.
"We are losin' altitude. If we don't get those melefs off soon we're goin' down!" Kyo grit his teeth as Allen sighed. This was bad. Aiko stared ahead into the world of white nothingness as the tremors continued to threaten the wooden ship. If they went down now…Aiko shivered. That was something she really didn't wanna do.
"Well, there must be something we can do!" Aiko sighed as she turned towards the near hysteric cat girl. "Someone needs to save Van-dono!" Allen just shrugged.
"We can't fight guymelefs, Merle. You know that." There was a swirling mist that seemed to appear in front of the ship. As soon as it touched the windows, however, they were instantly covered with ice. Aiko's eyes widened. Wasn't that liquid helium? Aiko hated to have to deal with that stuff in science class. If that stuff touched the Escaflowne, then Van would be in serious trouble.
"Aiko where are you going?" She was running even before she knew that she had moved. She had to do something. She couldn't just stand here and let Van and the Escaflowne get incased in a block of ice. The hallways passed in blurs as she quickly made her way towards the top. Hopefully, she won't get lost like she had the last time. Not to mention it was kinda hard to run when it felt like the ship was being hit by an earthquake. The door to the outside suddenly appeared in front of her. Well, at least she didn't get lost.
"Fucking…" She hissed as the wind hit her at full force, but she continued on around. There were two guymelefs that she had never seen before, but that didn't matter. Thankfully, she was closest to the Escaflowne, however the bluish one seemed to look like it was about to fire something. Ignoring the cold, Aiko ran out and planted herself in front of the white guymelef.
"STOP IT!" She held her hands out, as if it would actually stop two five story machines. Well, it seemed to work, the two melefs seemed to pause in what they were doing. In fact everything seemed to stop. The wind tugged hard at her thin black jacket as she watched the blue melef. The blue melef had one of its arms up against the chest of the Escaflowne which was covered in a sleek sheet of ice. Behind it the Red one pointed its left arm down at her, black smoke smoldered out from the openings.
"What's this?" A female voice snickered playfully over the coms. "Ice Bitch, there be a roach out of this mouse trap! Can I burn it?"
"No Fire Hazard. I'll be able to freeze it faster then you will be able to ignite that bucket of rust. Maybe we can take it back and irritate the Commander with it?" A calmer more settle voice come from somewhere else. Aiko still stood her ground even though now she realized it had been a stupid move…. Very stupid. What was she going to do, stare down two melefs? The Escaflowne made a creaking sound as Van tried to move it.
"………..I'm going to pretend I didn't even hear THAT suggestion…." The playful voice spoke seriously. "I'm going to burn the Crusader now ok? I like that ideal better then yours."
"…….And you thought that my suggestion was foolish? If you did that you'd be violating a direct order. Do you want the Commander's wrath that much?" Aiko just stood there in the middle of the two melefs with the red one behind the one before her still aiming at her. Aiko stared past the blue unit to the smoldering smoke pouring out of the red units arm.
"Screw you, Ice Bitch! This baby's gonna burn!" The pilot of the red unit growled over the com as flames began to spark out of the outstretched arm. Jade eyes widened as the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, her arms dropping slightly.
"Shit…." Jumping out of the way, Aiko landed hard on her side as the flames continued forward to melt the ice that had gathered on the Escaflowne's chest. Well, at least the two were good for something. As the stream of fire came to a stop, however, the spot where she had been standing not two seconds before now began to burn, and spread quickly. Aiko sighed as she stood up slowly. This wasn't good.
"That was foolish, Fira." The calmer voice hissed through the com as the arm that had been pointed at Van moved to douse the fire with the liquid helium. The grey mist sprayed out of the units arm over the spreading turning them to ice. As Aiko watched the dancing flames turn to ice, she felt something similar to a wire graze her neck. Turning her head, the spot where the 'wire' was suddenly began to tingle. A strong jolt then caused her to jump back, her hand rubbing the sore spot on her neck. The entire roof was engulfed in lightening, causing the little hairs on her arms to stand on end.
"Van-dono!" Merle's scream carried over from the spot near the door as the lightening continued to dance around the two guymelefs. Aiko jumped out of the way as she looked up to find the source of the electricity. Hovering next to the ship was a white guymelef with the wind tugging on its long black cape. The voices from the red and blue guymelefs were at first barely audible over the wind, however as the white guymelef came closer, their screams erupted from the cockpits. As quickly as the lightening came, it disappeared. The two units on the crusader fell to their hands and knees. Aiko could see long wires that fell down on the crusader, coming from the white unit. There was something that sounded like a whip crack and the hair like wires were pulled back up into the units outstretched arms. The units on the crusader staggered to their feet and took off into the air. Aiko's eyes moved away from them back to the hovering unit as the two disappeared going south. The larger white unit moved over the crusader for a few more moments until it followed. Its lingering presence seemed to make Aiko's skin crawl. Her jade eyes pulled away from the disappearing units as she heard the Escaflowne's cockpit open.
"Van-dono!" Merle screamed as she ran from the door to the dark haired pilot as he stumbled down from the cockpit to the crusader. His arms were wrapped around themselves as he seemed to be shaking. From where Aiko stood, she could see his teeth chattering. Rubbing her hands over her arms to get rid of what remained of the creepy feeling, she ran over to him. Merle already had her arms locked around the young king, and Aiko pausing slightly before taking off her jacket; biting her tongue to keep from speaking. Wordlessly, she placed it around Van's shoulders, and hurried the two back inside the crusader.
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He turned the folded piece of paper in his hand to look at the small seal of broken wax on it for the hundredth time it seemed. The darkness around his hided the room he rested in from his maroon eyes but he knew where he was. A single blue flamed candle burned in the middle of the metal table giving him the only enough light to see the table itself and his hands. Sighing, Folken looked away from it all, and stared up at the ceiling while he slumped down in his chair. It was amazing really, how things one was use to could be crumbled into nothing-in moments. His metallic claw scratched the metal table was it fell down from it and hung at his side. Maybe he should sleep before they arrive? By the way he was summoned back to that depressing place meant there would be a lot of things requiring his attention. Still, could have been a lot worse. His eyes looked back to the paper in his hands, a lot worse if he had stayed.
The wind of the open hanger made his cloak flutter about his body as he stood on the catwalks looking down at the three newly arrived Melefs in disbelieve. Why hadn't he been told of their coming here? Or was that just some ploy of the Chancellor's? A frown darkened his face as he look down at the two women standing next to the light red melef. A light blue haired woman was standing outside of the melef yelling at the red head that was still inside of it. Water dripped down both of them onto their different colored armor. The Vione hanger was busy, workers running back and forth to do quick repairs on the damaged melefs. Which, he could see the damage had not been down by enemy hands but 'friendly fire'. There was a creek of the catwalk as someone came up next to him.
"O, what a tangled web of hate we have woven…"
"Ayane!" Folken turned sharp to his right to look down at the young woman who by all right should still be in a bed back in the medic wing. The toll of her healing others was starting to wear her body down. Her head was wrapped just above her eyes, hair falling down around the bandage. Her arm was wrapped up a bit and in a small sling to keep her from using it. With all the things the medic said she had injuries from, no one could figure out how the girl could even walk though the Vione as she had. She turned her head slightly to look at hi. Grey eyes looked vacant, as if the woman standing before him was mentally elsewhere. "Ayane… Why are-"
"Stratigoes!" The heavy sound of steal boots marching down the catwalk towards him stopped Folken from finishing his sentence and turned his head to face the young woman coming his way. Short curly platinum blond hair bounced around her face with each step. The white uniform she wore looked grayish from being wet, the water proof leather would still be cold in this breeze, but it seemed not to bother her at all. Two swords hung one each side, her longer katana rested against her right hip where a long dagger sat on her left. The dark purple-blue eyes looked straight at him in some sort of triumph. There was an old itching feeling to turn and walk quickly in the other direction pretending he didn't hear the girl. Something he could have gotten away with back in the capital city, but here there was no escaping the blond devil child. When he first met her, three years ago, there was an evil aura about her, a mark left by those touched by the madoushi. The eighteen year old woman stopped not an even an arm each from him, and slightly bowed her head in a mocking manner. Cold faced Folken turn fully towards her.
"General Celena, had I known of your arrival I would have made better commendations to receive you." There was a smirk on her lips as she looked back in his eyes with defiance. The only person Folken had ever met in the Zaibach military structure that was ever got away with such an act. At the Age of fourteen, the platinum blond girl had taken the rank of General of Stone, one of the four highest in all of Zaibach. None opposed the Madoushi creation Folken came to understand. She slipped the fists and wraths of the other three generals only because of High Chancellor's favoritism towards her. Where as Stratigoes, all Folken had influence over was being an adviser for the military to the Empire, the High Chancellor nearly had control over the rest of the matters of Zaibach.
"And ruin my surprise visit?" General of Stone shrugged her arms slightly, before looking over the catwalk at her two subordinates. "Are the reports true, my dear Stratigoes? Has my little fire pet run with his tail between his legs? Abandoning his dear Sarran because he's lost the guts to fight?" There was a silence for a moment before her eyes raised again to look at him. He opened his mouth to speak up to her, some retort to get her off this conversation, he wanted to known why she was here and all she was going to do was dance around it, but the shuffle of fabric stopped him.
"He only opened his eyes to the truth…" Folken had to force himself not to look behind him, as the purple-blue eyes glared at the woman she could barely see behind him. Faster before he could say anything to save the young woman from the wrath she just brought upon herself, Celena had stepped around him to look at the already beaten down woman. Ayane held herself in a similar fashion he had seen her do the first time she had met him. A well held noblewoman, except for this time she was dressed in a servant's uniform, a not well-put together combination. Celena looked her over as if she as inspecting a bug that had landed on her sword while she was polishing it. Her eyes stopped at the insignia on her shoulder.
"Dragonslayer property?" Her eyes neared into steel grayish ones.
SMACK!
"Do you not know who stands before you, servant? Bow your head in my presence!" Celena growl as her hand went across the clearly injured woman's face, sending Ayane back against the railing of the catwalk. The blond girl stepped forward towards the battered woman, pulling out the long dagger out of her side. "Maybe Dilandau's beating wasn't enough to knock since into you, whore. Shall I decorate this walk with your blood?!"
"Celena!" Folken's sharp commanding voice stopped her half way instep, long dagger almost pulled out of its sheath. "You will not lay another finger on my servant, do you understand?" Purple-blue eyes blinked at him for a second before taking another look at the woman she had just threaten to kill. He could feel his fingers had gone to the sword on his side, but did not remember when he had moved to do such a thing. "What is your purpose here on the Vione, before I decide to throw you off of it? You have no jurisdiction to be here, I did not summon you." With a shrug as if nothing was wrong, Celena slide her dagger back into sheath.
"Empire Dornkirk has summoned you back to the capital…" Celena turned to him with a dark smile. "You presence is required there, I was sent to replace Dilandau for the Dragon hunt…" She turned back to the woman before her who hadn't moved from the railing. "Whore, go pack you master's possessions and have them ready for the transport in an hour or your blood will decorate more then just this catwalk…"
The curtains being pulled aside, and allowing the light from outside to light the room, brought him out of his semi-dream state to look at the woman who stood by the open window. It had been four days know since they had left the Vione behind, and she had not spoken a word to him, besides a "Yes/No, my lord" when he asked something. Even when the answer to the question wasn't one of those answers she still gave them. She had taken the bandages off of her forehead, and removed the sling from her arm. Ayane looked a lot better, except for the fact she had been very meek since her encounter with the Stone General. The look he had seen in her eyes afterwards had been a little startling and yet she wouldn't speak a thing to him. At first Folken thought she was mad for being hit, know he was starting to think she was mad at him for calling her a servant.
"We have arrived, Folken-sama…" Her voice pulled him out of thought. Standing from the table he walked over to the window to look out into the dark world below. It was midday but with all the smog and smoke produced from the factories it looked like it was night. Gods he loathed coming back this place.
"Yes it seems so…." Folken nodded his head. Ayane turned away from the window and walked back into the room.
"What an empty place Zaibach is….."
SD: What was with the disclaimer anyways?
Fake GA1: I have no clue what you are talking about. O look at the pretty flowers. Walks away
SD: …………………………………………………………..? WTF!!!!!! Sighs Turn in next time, when we take a look into the darkness of Zaibach, and things take up heat in the Cruasader. And….by the gods, Ayane's past is revealed!!!!
Real GA1: in a straight jacket part of it anyways….
SD: Gwa! Where did you come from!