A Legend Chapter Two
Suggested Theme:
Main Theme- Wilder Wein by Rammstein
Gothos Tower is no longer a home to anyone. Since the demise of Lord Van Bloot, it's only being used as place to sleep for Skithia. She is patrolling the grounds to make sure that pesky humans aren't breaking into the place for some stupid scans. Also, she wants to make sure none of Takinom's spies have left "devices". She can't let the princess of the UnderWorld discover any valuable information that Van Bloot may have left behind if only to spite the piss-colored demoness.
Even when Van Bloot was alive, this tower has never been home to her. It's just another place with a roof, some food, and a person to work for. She can't have a home anymore. Her home was gone when his song ended…
"Wild wine - before your castle.
Wild wine - I am ready.
Arrival is announced - only for the king.
God, stand by me - and open your gates."
Skithia's bruised heart seizes in an instance. Someone is here. Someone is in the dining room. Someone is singing. Someone is singing like….him. Could it be that his ghost has come back to haunt her? No, it's foolish for him to appear before her this late in her life. It's probably some thief who has made himself comfortable in the dining room. She quietly stalks to the room like a ghost in the mist.
"Wild wine - and totally slow.
Wild wine - so warm and moist."
She'll burn this thief alive with her blue flames. After his song has ended. She wants to hear the rest of his song. The song sounds lustful, dark, and ancient; a song that only he could sing. She aches as he sings.
"Wild wine - before your lap.
Wild wine - it has been written.
Deep in the water - you don't cross.
But my desire - laughs at the wings."
The dining room is duly lit by the dying torches. The table where feasts and fights have taken place at is covered in a thick layer of dust. Skithia never eats here, so she never saw the purpose of cleaning a room that she has no use for. She sees the silhouette of the thief writing on a pillar. She creeps closer to get a better look at the vandalizing thief.
"Wild wine - like a dove.
Wild wine - so wet and hot."
Her eyes widen like she witnessed Van Bloot's death again. The thief is actually a human with hair as orange and as limp as a dying fire. The human is wearing some sort of black cloak over a green tunic with pale blue pants and knee-high boots. The human is writing on the pillar as he sings. He sings so beautifully….so alive.
"Wild wine - before this darkness.
Wild wine - healed by the light.
It stays hidden - otherwise we could defend ourselves.
I wait for you - at the end of the night."
She never knew that a human could compose lyric poetry. She never knew a human could sing it so beautifully. He's like darkness singing. He's like musical purity. He's like a true troubadour. There hasn't been a troubadour in the UnderWorld since his song ended….
"Wild wine - only a grape.
Wild wine - and bitter like snow."
She creeps to him like spider on her way to eat a lunar moth caught in her web. Humans are so fragile, so weak; they cannot defend themselves like strong Creatures can. She is so close to this human that she could snap his neck like a glass kazoo. The human is unaware of her deathly presence.
"I wait for you - at the end of the night."
As he rasps the last words of his song, he carves the last line of his message. He turns around and faces Skithia. He does not scream. He does not plead for his life. His rust-colored eyes gaze into her blue fire eyes like she has a soul. Like she isn't an outcast. Like she isn't of ill-repute birth. Like she could feel love. Like how he used to look at her.
And she covers her eyes with her cold hands. She can feel her tears wetting her hands. She does not let out a sob. She does not make any noise. But she trembles like she was a child again. Like when his song ended…
Then, she hears a whirling sound and looks up to see that the human has disappeared. She is almost glad; she can let her bruised heart weep one last time. She goes to the pillar where the human was carving and sees the lyric poetry inscribed in stone. But under the poetry is a message in thick letters:
Night Two- Vicious Pegasus
She touches his name with her damp hand. A leftover tear stains the name like a silent prayer.
Author's Comments- Skithia is a character that I have always wanted to write about. In fact, I have a one-shot in the works detailing an event in her past that I would like to believe happened. I don't think she's ever utter a word in the show, which just adds to her mystique for me. There's not much known about her except that she hates Takinom and Intress, so that leaves plenty of room to pretty much tailor her to my whims. And, boy, did I tailor her! Her captivation with Vicious Pegasus largely has to do with her past and a certain "he" that sung pretty much like Vicious Pegasus. She gets the honor of being the first Creature to hear Vicious Pegasus sing, but she won't be the last.
I know the song is actually in German, but I don't think Kaz/Vicious knows a lick about other languages other than English and maybe a few words in Gaelic. I decided to use the English lyrics because they seem like something a bard would actually recite in the medieval era. The UnderWorld is like the cross of medieval Europe and Hell, so I figured this song would be most appropriate.