Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ After Thought ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Steel_Angel 
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.29.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 275 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.29.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 275 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Two
I sit in my room, not to aware of anything else around me. I can feel the
insanity rise up in my chest,
causing me to grip my pants tightly in closed fist. I hate this. I hate losing
control over nothing. But But sometimes
I can't help. Sometimes I just lose myself in my own thoughts and I'm not aware
of much until something hits me in
the face, hard.
A battle is coming up. Folken had said this was the battle of all battles, that
battle that will determine our
out come to the near future. And I fear that I might not be able to do it. I
love to fight, to feel the power beneath
my hands. To have people scream and run away from me, to run away from death. I
love it. I love the fire, the
destruction and specially the power. Even if no one can understand it...I'll
never stop loving the thrill of the battle.
But....lately....I've been losing control. Hearing things that I'm not suppose
to hear, seeing things I'm
not suppose to see...and specially her. I don't know how to describe her. There
are no words to describe her
besides an Angel. My angel. I feel as if she is protecting me, keeping me safe
in her long white wings. Yet, even
with her sweet image floating through my head. I can't stop this...feeling.
Like I don't belong in this life, as if I'm
suppose to be someone totally different. And that's when i lose control. I just
stop then the screaming comes.
And images I know, but don't, float through my head.
"Damn it..." I say hardly above a whisper. I stand up, my knees
slightly shaking beneath me. "Stop this..."
I clench my hands into fist at my side as I look into my wall mirror on the
other side of the room. My eyes grow
wide as I see a girl, short cream blond hair. Kind blue eyes, that scream with
agony and pain. I feel my heart pick
up speed as she mouths the words "Help me". I pick up the nearest
object next to me and throw it....
I watch as my glove shatters the mirror into millions of pieces. The pieces of
the mirror reflect the moon
from my widow and the image of the girl. Crying. I feel a sting of pity as I
watch the girl crash to the ground. I
inhale sharply, then slowly let it out. "What's wrong with me?" I ask
in a shaky voice, I then notice my hands.
They where trembling, along with the rest of my body. "W-What's happening
to me?" I ask as I crumble to my
knees on the ground, I take my head in my shaking hands as my vision blurs.
"Folken....." I manage to stumble
out his name on my lips before I fall into a deep sleep.
***
"Dilandau-sama?" Shesta knocked on the door for the fourth time, but
still there was no answer. Sighing,
the young dragon slayer turned to face his friends. The other fourteen of the
almighty dragon slayers. "Should we
leave?" "No," Dallet answered, shaking his head. "It's mid-afternoon,
and Dilandau-sama still hasn't came out
of his room. I think something is wrong..." Shesta watched at the brown
haired dragon slayers clenched his fist
and lower his eyes to the ground. "W-We should go and check if something is
wrong with him..."
"I agree with Dallet." Gumiel answered, taking a step toward
Dilandau's room.
"But what if Dilandau-sama is fine? Wont we be punished?" Shesta
asked, fiddling with his fingers
nervously. Placing a hand on the young dragon slayer's shoulder, Gumiel smiled.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be punished, and not you." Gumiel walked
over to the door and tried the door
knob. Unlocked. Slowly opening the double doors a crack, he peaked into the
room. Everything to seem normal,
except the fact that Dilandau was lying on the floor with shattered pieces of
glass all over the place. Gumiel closed
the door, and turned around to face the other Dragon Slayers, pale in the face.
"Gumiel? Is everything alright?" Miguel asked, tilting his head
slightly to the side. Gumiel shook his head
. "What do you mean?"
"I think Dilandau-sama is dead..."
"WHAT?!" All the dragon slayers asked in fusion.
***
"Dilandau..." I opened my eyes, to stare into a familiar face...I
felt my heart stop inside my chest.
"Hello..." My eyes grew wide as I realized it was the girl in the
mirror, her voice field with sorrow. That's not the
only thing I realized. Our surroundings where nothing but pure white, and
everything seemed to be glowing with
an odd sense of serenity.
"Where the hell am I?" I asked in a small voice. She smiled slightly,
her eyes filling with more dread and
sadness.
"We are here where we were born." She slowly reached out and gently
touched my cheek.
"What do you mean?" I asked looking her straight in the eye. My body
froze, I knew this girl. I knew
her like the back of my hand. It was almost as if she was...me...
"It's not important. I only have a small amount of time to tell you so
much...So please listen with out
interrupting...." I was about to protest when she laid her head against my
chest and sighed. "We are of the same
blood. You and I are the same. You are my brother, and I am you sister." A
short pause. "yet unlike the others of
the same family, we can not exist at the same time. It's either your body or
mine. But our minds co-exist with each
other.
I am your soul. I am that feeling that you get when in battle. I am your
dreams, your fears and your
needs. And as long as you fear me, the more power I gain over ourbody...." She backed away and looked at
my face, her eyes no longer sad, but dangerous...like my own.
"I don't understand."
"My name is Celena....I was taken away from my family and had experiments done upon me. Then you where born. And you took the place of Celena Schezar...." My eyes grew wide as memories flashed through my head.
~flash back~
I looked up into the bright lights as my I watched the dark figures before me
move away. A man
dressed in a long black rob approached me on my lying place on the talbe. His
hair was pale blue and his eyes
held no emotion. They where blood red and empty. I was afriad, I had no idea who I was where I was and what I was doing there.
"Hello Dilandau..." His voice was deep, making my soul raddle.
"Dilandau?" I heard my own child like voice repeat.
"Yes....that is what you will be called from this day forth. You are Dilandau, a soldier of Zibach.
~end of flash back~
For some odd reason, I knew she told the truth. I looked at her, my eyes wide with hate/anger/betrayal/
fear. She smiled sweetly as she cupped my chin in her soft hands. "Don'tworry...you wont be able to remember any of this but for in your dreams. And when you finally find the truth, it will
be to late." I watched as she image started to fade away.
"Wait!" I yelled after her, grabbing at the place she was. Her voice floated through my head as I felt her
around me.
"We will meet again....my sweet prince...." I felt a sharp pain in my chest as the light started to fade
away and the coldness wrap around my body.
***
"He's coming to!" The doctor yelled as he placed down the book he was reading. The three doctors crowded around the room, as Folken stood in the back of the room, watching.
Dilandau slowly opened his red eyes, dazed and slightly confused.
"Can you state your name?" One of the doctors asked as he checked his pulse.
"...C-....Celena..." Folkens eyes grew wide as Dilandau slipped back into unconscious.
I sit in my room, not to aware of anything else around me. I can feel the
insanity rise up in my chest,
causing me to grip my pants tightly in closed fist. I hate this. I hate losing
control over nothing. But But sometimes
I can't help. Sometimes I just lose myself in my own thoughts and I'm not aware
of much until something hits me in
the face, hard.
A battle is coming up. Folken had said this was the battle of all battles, that
battle that will determine our
out come to the near future. And I fear that I might not be able to do it. I
love to fight, to feel the power beneath
my hands. To have people scream and run away from me, to run away from death. I
love it. I love the fire, the
destruction and specially the power. Even if no one can understand it...I'll
never stop loving the thrill of the battle.
But....lately....I've been losing control. Hearing things that I'm not suppose
to hear, seeing things I'm
not suppose to see...and specially her. I don't know how to describe her. There
are no words to describe her
besides an Angel. My angel. I feel as if she is protecting me, keeping me safe
in her long white wings. Yet, even
with her sweet image floating through my head. I can't stop this...feeling.
Like I don't belong in this life, as if I'm
suppose to be someone totally different. And that's when i lose control. I just
stop then the screaming comes.
And images I know, but don't, float through my head.
"Damn it..." I say hardly above a whisper. I stand up, my knees
slightly shaking beneath me. "Stop this..."
I clench my hands into fist at my side as I look into my wall mirror on the
other side of the room. My eyes grow
wide as I see a girl, short cream blond hair. Kind blue eyes, that scream with
agony and pain. I feel my heart pick
up speed as she mouths the words "Help me". I pick up the nearest
object next to me and throw it....
I watch as my glove shatters the mirror into millions of pieces. The pieces of
the mirror reflect the moon
from my widow and the image of the girl. Crying. I feel a sting of pity as I
watch the girl crash to the ground. I
inhale sharply, then slowly let it out. "What's wrong with me?" I ask
in a shaky voice, I then notice my hands.
They where trembling, along with the rest of my body. "W-What's happening
to me?" I ask as I crumble to my
knees on the ground, I take my head in my shaking hands as my vision blurs.
"Folken....." I manage to stumble
out his name on my lips before I fall into a deep sleep.
***
"Dilandau-sama?" Shesta knocked on the door for the fourth time, but
still there was no answer. Sighing,
the young dragon slayer turned to face his friends. The other fourteen of the
almighty dragon slayers. "Should we
leave?" "No," Dallet answered, shaking his head. "It's mid-afternoon,
and Dilandau-sama still hasn't came out
of his room. I think something is wrong..." Shesta watched at the brown
haired dragon slayers clenched his fist
and lower his eyes to the ground. "W-We should go and check if something is
wrong with him..."
"I agree with Dallet." Gumiel answered, taking a step toward
Dilandau's room.
"But what if Dilandau-sama is fine? Wont we be punished?" Shesta
asked, fiddling with his fingers
nervously. Placing a hand on the young dragon slayer's shoulder, Gumiel smiled.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be punished, and not you." Gumiel walked
over to the door and tried the door
knob. Unlocked. Slowly opening the double doors a crack, he peaked into the
room. Everything to seem normal,
except the fact that Dilandau was lying on the floor with shattered pieces of
glass all over the place. Gumiel closed
the door, and turned around to face the other Dragon Slayers, pale in the face.
"Gumiel? Is everything alright?" Miguel asked, tilting his head
slightly to the side. Gumiel shook his head
. "What do you mean?"
"I think Dilandau-sama is dead..."
"WHAT?!" All the dragon slayers asked in fusion.
***
"Dilandau..." I opened my eyes, to stare into a familiar face...I
felt my heart stop inside my chest.
"Hello..." My eyes grew wide as I realized it was the girl in the
mirror, her voice field with sorrow. That's not the
only thing I realized. Our surroundings where nothing but pure white, and
everything seemed to be glowing with
an odd sense of serenity.
"Where the hell am I?" I asked in a small voice. She smiled slightly,
her eyes filling with more dread and
sadness.
"We are here where we were born." She slowly reached out and gently
touched my cheek.
"What do you mean?" I asked looking her straight in the eye. My body
froze, I knew this girl. I knew
her like the back of my hand. It was almost as if she was...me...
"It's not important. I only have a small amount of time to tell you so
much...So please listen with out
interrupting...." I was about to protest when she laid her head against my
chest and sighed. "We are of the same
blood. You and I are the same. You are my brother, and I am you sister." A
short pause. "yet unlike the others of
the same family, we can not exist at the same time. It's either your body or
mine. But our minds co-exist with each
other.
I am your soul. I am that feeling that you get when in battle. I am your
dreams, your fears and your
needs. And as long as you fear me, the more power I gain over ourbody...." She backed away and looked at
my face, her eyes no longer sad, but dangerous...like my own.
"I don't understand."
"My name is Celena....I was taken away from my family and had experiments done upon me. Then you where born. And you took the place of Celena Schezar...." My eyes grew wide as memories flashed through my head.
~flash back~
I looked up into the bright lights as my I watched the dark figures before me
move away. A man
dressed in a long black rob approached me on my lying place on the talbe. His
hair was pale blue and his eyes
held no emotion. They where blood red and empty. I was afriad, I had no idea who I was where I was and what I was doing there.
"Hello Dilandau..." His voice was deep, making my soul raddle.
"Dilandau?" I heard my own child like voice repeat.
"Yes....that is what you will be called from this day forth. You are Dilandau, a soldier of Zibach.
~end of flash back~
For some odd reason, I knew she told the truth. I looked at her, my eyes wide with hate/anger/betrayal/
fear. She smiled sweetly as she cupped my chin in her soft hands. "Don'tworry...you wont be able to remember any of this but for in your dreams. And when you finally find the truth, it will
be to late." I watched as she image started to fade away.
"Wait!" I yelled after her, grabbing at the place she was. Her voice floated through my head as I felt her
around me.
"We will meet again....my sweet prince...." I felt a sharp pain in my chest as the light started to fade
away and the coldness wrap around my body.
***
"He's coming to!" The doctor yelled as he placed down the book he was reading. The three doctors crowded around the room, as Folken stood in the back of the room, watching.
Dilandau slowly opened his red eyes, dazed and slightly confused.
"Can you state your name?" One of the doctors asked as he checked his pulse.
"...C-....Celena..." Folkens eyes grew wide as Dilandau slipped back into unconscious.