Slayers Fan Fiction ❯ Slayers: Knightfall ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 12 )
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By: tom the mighty 
Anime/Manga: Slayers Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.18.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 243 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Slayers Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.18.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 243 | Status: Work In Progress
Slayers: Knightfall
Chapter Eleven
"Li … I … ove … u …"
Huh?
Lina … wa … up."
Go away, I’m trying to sleep here. . .
"I love you, Lina. Please wake up."
Sudden adrenaline forced me up and I stared at Gourry in stunned silence, my groggy eyes already focused on his.
"W-what did you say?" I slowly asked, my heart and brain aflutter.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, I did not die, obviously. If I’d died, who’d be telling the story right now? In the back of my mind I knew I should be dead, but I wasn’t. I’ll ponder this mystery later. Gourry gots some splaining to do!
"Um … I love you?" he warily replied. Then he slowly started to back away as if I was going to make him incapable of loving anything.
In fact my plan was quite the opposite.
I sprang upon him, a sharp pain burning a path through my chest. But I ignored it. I tackled him to the ground, leaving a tangle of bedding and limbs writhing on the floor. I was sure Gourry thought I was literally trying to kill him!
Finally I found his face (oddly difficult to locate in a raging sea of hormones) and I kissed him for all I was worth, at the time. It was something I didn’t even think about then, but I had never felt so weightless as I did during that kiss. It was as if a heavy burden had suddenly been lifted from me and I could fly without any magical assistance if I so desired. But … my desires were of a completely different nature at that moment.
I pulled away from our embrace. "Gourry, you jellyfish!" I exclaimed, in response to his stupefied expression. "Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that?" Then I kissed him again.
This time Gourry pulled away, at least as much as I would let him. "About as long as I’ve been waiting for you to say them at least," he said. I should’ve felt stupid, but I just felt elated.
"Well, I guess we’re both jellyfish then," I said, pulling him in close once again.
"Excuse me?" an expected and very unwelcome voice called.
In response I made a very loud, indecipherable, warbling noise of distress, sounding very much like a cross between an elephant and a duck. (Only the most surprised can sound like that. Try scaring the crap out of someone and see what kind of noises they make. It’s pretty fun). Simultaneously I managed to kick Gourry in the face and slap myself across the chest as I literally exploded out of the knot of blankets and flesh I had gotten myself into.
"Who what when? We weren’t doing anything! YOU CAN"T PROVE ANYTHING!" I blurted out at twice the speed of sound, which coincidentallly was the speed at which my heart was racing at that moment.
I spun around a few times, looking for the owner of the mystery voice, though I probably missed him more than a few times. I finally stopped twirling like an idiot, only to face Milgasia.
Wait, Milgasia!?
Well, that at least explains why I’m not dead.
"Milgasia! What are you doing here?" I asked, momentary embarrassment fading to pleasant surprise at meeting our old traveling companion.
Milgasia is a powerful Priest and a Golden Dragon to boot! He isn’t one to mess around with, but luckily we are on good terms with him. In the past he helped me find the Claire Bible and more recently he inscribed a spell on Gourry’s Blast Blade to keep it from being scabbard-ruining sharp.
He also assisted us somewhat in defeating the latest incarnation of Shabranigdo.
In his natural dragon form he was enormous, the size of an ocean-going corsair. But now he’d taken on the form of a middle-aged human with blonde hair and green eyes, draped in the gold-trimmed robes of a priest.
"I saw Master Gabrieve running like a madman with you bleeding all over him in the woods," he said by way of reply. "I figured you’d need my help, but I was too late. You only have an hour left to live, Lina." He said all that with all the emotion of a brick.
But I freaked out anyway.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-huh?"
"Just kidding," he deadpanned.
No wonder the demons want them all dead!
"Yes … well, I see your bizarre sense of humor hasn’t changed any," I muttered.
"Yes, well, when you’ve lived as long as I have, you’ll find just about anything funny."
"It was a close call though, Lina," piped in Gourry. "I thought you were dead by the time Mil showed up." His voiced dropped nearly to a whisper. "He almost didn’t cast Resurrection in time."
"Even still," Mil said, "it wasn’t enough. Luckily you had some healing potions on you and those were just enough to stabilize you."
My stomach became a cold pit as I thought about what I almost had done to myself.
"I’m sorry, Gourry." I whispered.
"You’re still alive. That at least saves me the trouble of burying you," he said as he playfully rapped me across the head. "Seriously though, I thought I said not to do anything stupid? I almost lost you."
"Well, I guess I owe Amelia a beer," I thoughtfully said, thinking always of equivalent exchange.
"Just a beer?" Gourry snorted.
"Okay, a pitcher then. But I choose the brand!" So let it be written, so let it be done.
"Lina, we really need to talk," Gourry said, unnervingly slipping into serious mode.
"Well, uh … hey! Milgasia, you have anything to eat around here?" I truly looked around my surroundings for the first time and realized we were in a cave. Well, a nice cave, as part of it had been carved into what looked like a series of squared-off rooms. There was a smattering of decent-looking furniture, probably Milgasia’s. The midday sun cast a soft white glow and warmed the air just enough to take the chill out of the cave.
"Hey, don’t change the subject!" Gourry sounded a little pissed, like he does whenever I make it difficult for him to "protect" me.
"Not changing it! I just explain things better while I’m eating," I replied. That plus it’s pointless to avoid something I know I’ll be talking about within ten minutes anyway.
"Very well," Mil said, "What would you like?"
"Let’s see … all the fish in the sea and a duck," I ordered. "And make it snappy!"
"… and a duck?" Mil echoed. "I dunno about the fish but I’ll see what I can do about the duck." With that he left to fulfill my stomach’s desire.
"Still the same old stiff, eh Gourry? Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" I grinned and crept in close.
Gourry rolled his eyes and I cringed, a little embarrassed. And hurt, I might add. But it was a little crass of me to try that while Gourry wanted to talk to me. Maybe I shouldn’t have kissed him?
Damn it, Lina! You KNEW it was going to end up like this! Shouldn’t be trying anything you’re unfamiliar with ….
"There’ll time for that later, Lina." he sighed heavily. "I think it’s time I told you why I’ve followed you around all these years."
"You mean it wasn’t just my looks?" I asked in mock anger.
"Yeah, well, looks aren’t everything," he said, almost in jest. "Anyway, I never told you until now because it wasn’t until just a day ago that I remembered. I met your father a few weeks before I met you, Lina, though at the time I had no idea who he was."
"Whoa, really?" I was stunned. My dad had a serious case of wanderlust, which is where I probably got mine from. Still, what are the chances of that happening?
"Yeah, what a coincidence, huh?" A smile made its way across his face at that memory. "It was during a time in my life when I’d lost almost everything. Elemekia lost the war, so that certainly had a lot to do with it, but it was really my family and the Sword of Light."
"Hey … I remember that!" I playfully said in the best Gourry voice I could manage. I hate it when Gourry gets serious. He always treats me like a kid when he’s serious.
After a few uncomfortable moments, he finally spoke again. "May I continue?"
Holy crap, he IS serious.
I couldn’t find any words so I just nodded.
"My family was devastated because of the war." Gourry’s eyes took on a distant light. "Many of my uncles, cousins were killed, as well as my father."
My insides turned to knots. That was one thing we had in common that I’d never wished we shared.
"The fallout was this: the Sword of Light was up for grabs because my father never stated in his will who it was to go to after he died." He shrugged. "I guess he forgot or something."
Like father, like son.
"There was a big fight over who got it?" I asked. Who wouldn’t fight over such a weapon, though? I still get a little giddy whenever I think of the sheer power that thing had.
"You betcha. At first it was just some bickering but soon that led to full-blown shouting." Gourry leaned back onto the pile of bedding. "After that, punches were thrown and things just went crazy.
"My Uncle Reinhard kidnapped my little sister, Eva, and demanded the sword as ransom. My mother had possession of it at the time."
"I didn’t know you had a sister," I said, my stomach already sinking as I thought about where this was probably going.
"I never really had any reason to talk about her until now." He looked at me, a slight smile on his face. "She would’ve been about your age now."
Would’ve been.
"I, the courageous war hero, decided to go and rescue her." I detected a hint of self-disgust in his description of himself as a hero.
"I got careless, and in my quest for revenge the most important person died." Tears pooled in his eyes. "The bastard killed her rather than face me in fair combat. He thought it would distract me enough for him to kill me."
"Oh, Gourry ... " I embraced him and didn’t let go.
"You know what the worst part was, though? Even after the funerals and all the crying, they went right back to fighting over who got the damned sword." He choked, then took a few moments to calm down.
"So I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I took the sword and ran away with it so no one else would be hurt. I was about to chuck it into the ocean when I met your dad."
"Probably fishing." I smiled, remembering my dad’s excuse for bandit hunting was "going fishing."
"Well he did have a pole. Anyway, he stopped me from getting rid of it and he even tried to get me to sell it to him! I refused, and he said that instead of dumping it I should do something meaningful with it. Then there was a mixup with some villagers and we almost got mistaken for mazoku. He killed the real demon with his fishing rod, of all things, and we split ways not long afterwards. I then decided to find a worthy cause for which to lift my sword." (FYI: As told in the short story, "What He Sees at the Tip of His Sword.")
He shrugged, then said, "A couple of weeks later I met you."
"And the rest, as they say, is history," I concluded. I’d thought he was treating me like a kid sister when we first met. I’m glad things are finally starting to change.
"When do you think we should go check up on Amelia and Zel?" Gourry asked, after a few moments of just enjoying each other’s companionable silence.
"I dunno." I yawned. Where was Mil with my duck, anyway? "They only have a couple days on us. Let’s give them a few more before we head out."
"Some bad news." Mill busted in (sans duck), with a frown on his already stern face. "Memphis’ village is under attack by demons." Then he looked specifically at me. "Led by your sister’s nemesis."
He couldn’t mean. . .
"Aiden …," I murmured. My sister had only mentioned him once. What she’d said about him had made my blood freeze.
"Yes, the Knight of Shabranigdo. He’s leading a host of mazoku against the elves, and from what I’ve heard they have Zanassfar armor," he said grimly.
"Looks like our old friends are back," I said.
"Old friends?" asked Mil.
"We were attacked by Zanassfar-wearing demons in Zephyr City," I explained.
"Really? When did that happen?" asked You Should Know by Now.
I answered with a bonk to his forehead.
"Ow!" whined Gourry.
"Just because I admitted I love you doesn’t mean I automatically tolerate stupidity."
"Can we get going now?" Mil asked impatiently.
"Where’s my duck?" I retorted. I wasn’t about to go anywhere, elven Armageddon or not! I’d just got stabbed, for crying out loud! For the umpteenth time in my short little life. . .
"Fine." Mil grumbled, reached into his deep pockets (I seriously hoped he didn’t pull out a duck) and retrieved two candy-like lumps, each the size of a gold piece. He handed them to us. "Here, take these. They will give you enough energy to go on for at least a day, though they won’t do much for your hunger."
"Then what’s the point!?" I almost shrieked.
"Don’t you think you’re being a little unfair, Lina?" Gourry asked, popping his dragon caffeine pill into his mouth. "I mean, he did save you and all. Think of this as payment."
"Ugh … maybe you’re right." But I’ll get a duck out of that arrogant dragon yet! I began to eat my pill when. . .
"Those are suppositories," Mil stated, too late for a gagging Gourry’s sake. I nearly sucked mine up in surprise but managed to blow it back into Gourry’s face just in the nick of time.
What the hell was he trying to do here? Poison us!?
"Just kidding."
Oh, Mil! You’re so funny!
NOT!
"One of these days, you’ll play one of your jokes on the wrong people! And then we’ll see who’s laughing!" My threats sounded pretty lame as I picked up my "candy" and placed it in my mouth. And the dragon wasn’t laughing. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mil so much as crack a smile.
A sense of energy not unlike a caffeine surge filled my body.
These things ain’t half bad. . .
"Yes, well, that has yet to happen. Come on." He grabbed our hands and did that weird time-space warping thing he did whenever he wanted to travel long distances in his human guise. Land and sky zoomed below and above, but we didn’t even feel the slightest breeze. It was enough to make me sick.
"We’re here," Mil said as soon as we stopped moving. The sudden stillness of the surroundings almost made me nauseous, but Gourry as usual took it in stride, not so much as stumbling when we made our abrupt stop.
"Holy …" Gourry started but couldn’t seem to finish.
I looked up from the spinning ground and saw why as soon as my vision focused.
The elven forest had been burned to the last twig.
Tom the Mighty’s Mighty Notes!
Whassup Ya’ll!
Looks like Lina and Gourry finally did the impossible (though it doesn’t feel quite right to me) and now Milgasia is back! Woo! That can only mean Memphis isn’t far behind, right? Next chapter I introduce some new villains and maybe some old ones too . . .but for now it’s a secret! If you all want to read about the adventures Lina and Gourry have with Mil, Memphis, Millenia and Luke, go buy the first six Slayers novels from Tokyo Pop! That way they will decide to bring over the rest of them and then you all can find out about life after Zel and Amelia. As of now, the books aren’t selling well so they haven’t translated any after Book Six. So get off yer lazy bums and get buying!
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Chapter Eleven
"Li … I … ove … u …"
Huh?
Lina … wa … up."
Go away, I’m trying to sleep here. . .
"I love you, Lina. Please wake up."
Sudden adrenaline forced me up and I stared at Gourry in stunned silence, my groggy eyes already focused on his.
"W-what did you say?" I slowly asked, my heart and brain aflutter.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, I did not die, obviously. If I’d died, who’d be telling the story right now? In the back of my mind I knew I should be dead, but I wasn’t. I’ll ponder this mystery later. Gourry gots some splaining to do!
"Um … I love you?" he warily replied. Then he slowly started to back away as if I was going to make him incapable of loving anything.
In fact my plan was quite the opposite.
I sprang upon him, a sharp pain burning a path through my chest. But I ignored it. I tackled him to the ground, leaving a tangle of bedding and limbs writhing on the floor. I was sure Gourry thought I was literally trying to kill him!
Finally I found his face (oddly difficult to locate in a raging sea of hormones) and I kissed him for all I was worth, at the time. It was something I didn’t even think about then, but I had never felt so weightless as I did during that kiss. It was as if a heavy burden had suddenly been lifted from me and I could fly without any magical assistance if I so desired. But … my desires were of a completely different nature at that moment.
I pulled away from our embrace. "Gourry, you jellyfish!" I exclaimed, in response to his stupefied expression. "Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that?" Then I kissed him again.
This time Gourry pulled away, at least as much as I would let him. "About as long as I’ve been waiting for you to say them at least," he said. I should’ve felt stupid, but I just felt elated.
"Well, I guess we’re both jellyfish then," I said, pulling him in close once again.
"Excuse me?" an expected and very unwelcome voice called.
In response I made a very loud, indecipherable, warbling noise of distress, sounding very much like a cross between an elephant and a duck. (Only the most surprised can sound like that. Try scaring the crap out of someone and see what kind of noises they make. It’s pretty fun). Simultaneously I managed to kick Gourry in the face and slap myself across the chest as I literally exploded out of the knot of blankets and flesh I had gotten myself into.
"Who what when? We weren’t doing anything! YOU CAN"T PROVE ANYTHING!" I blurted out at twice the speed of sound, which coincidentallly was the speed at which my heart was racing at that moment.
I spun around a few times, looking for the owner of the mystery voice, though I probably missed him more than a few times. I finally stopped twirling like an idiot, only to face Milgasia.
Wait, Milgasia!?
Well, that at least explains why I’m not dead.
"Milgasia! What are you doing here?" I asked, momentary embarrassment fading to pleasant surprise at meeting our old traveling companion.
Milgasia is a powerful Priest and a Golden Dragon to boot! He isn’t one to mess around with, but luckily we are on good terms with him. In the past he helped me find the Claire Bible and more recently he inscribed a spell on Gourry’s Blast Blade to keep it from being scabbard-ruining sharp.
He also assisted us somewhat in defeating the latest incarnation of Shabranigdo.
In his natural dragon form he was enormous, the size of an ocean-going corsair. But now he’d taken on the form of a middle-aged human with blonde hair and green eyes, draped in the gold-trimmed robes of a priest.
"I saw Master Gabrieve running like a madman with you bleeding all over him in the woods," he said by way of reply. "I figured you’d need my help, but I was too late. You only have an hour left to live, Lina." He said all that with all the emotion of a brick.
But I freaked out anyway.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-huh?"
"Just kidding," he deadpanned.
No wonder the demons want them all dead!
"Yes … well, I see your bizarre sense of humor hasn’t changed any," I muttered.
"Yes, well, when you’ve lived as long as I have, you’ll find just about anything funny."
"It was a close call though, Lina," piped in Gourry. "I thought you were dead by the time Mil showed up." His voiced dropped nearly to a whisper. "He almost didn’t cast Resurrection in time."
"Even still," Mil said, "it wasn’t enough. Luckily you had some healing potions on you and those were just enough to stabilize you."
My stomach became a cold pit as I thought about what I almost had done to myself.
"I’m sorry, Gourry." I whispered.
"You’re still alive. That at least saves me the trouble of burying you," he said as he playfully rapped me across the head. "Seriously though, I thought I said not to do anything stupid? I almost lost you."
"Well, I guess I owe Amelia a beer," I thoughtfully said, thinking always of equivalent exchange.
"Just a beer?" Gourry snorted.
"Okay, a pitcher then. But I choose the brand!" So let it be written, so let it be done.
"Lina, we really need to talk," Gourry said, unnervingly slipping into serious mode.
"Well, uh … hey! Milgasia, you have anything to eat around here?" I truly looked around my surroundings for the first time and realized we were in a cave. Well, a nice cave, as part of it had been carved into what looked like a series of squared-off rooms. There was a smattering of decent-looking furniture, probably Milgasia’s. The midday sun cast a soft white glow and warmed the air just enough to take the chill out of the cave.
"Hey, don’t change the subject!" Gourry sounded a little pissed, like he does whenever I make it difficult for him to "protect" me.
"Not changing it! I just explain things better while I’m eating," I replied. That plus it’s pointless to avoid something I know I’ll be talking about within ten minutes anyway.
"Very well," Mil said, "What would you like?"
"Let’s see … all the fish in the sea and a duck," I ordered. "And make it snappy!"
"… and a duck?" Mil echoed. "I dunno about the fish but I’ll see what I can do about the duck." With that he left to fulfill my stomach’s desire.
"Still the same old stiff, eh Gourry? Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" I grinned and crept in close.
Gourry rolled his eyes and I cringed, a little embarrassed. And hurt, I might add. But it was a little crass of me to try that while Gourry wanted to talk to me. Maybe I shouldn’t have kissed him?
Damn it, Lina! You KNEW it was going to end up like this! Shouldn’t be trying anything you’re unfamiliar with ….
"There’ll time for that later, Lina." he sighed heavily. "I think it’s time I told you why I’ve followed you around all these years."
"You mean it wasn’t just my looks?" I asked in mock anger.
"Yeah, well, looks aren’t everything," he said, almost in jest. "Anyway, I never told you until now because it wasn’t until just a day ago that I remembered. I met your father a few weeks before I met you, Lina, though at the time I had no idea who he was."
"Whoa, really?" I was stunned. My dad had a serious case of wanderlust, which is where I probably got mine from. Still, what are the chances of that happening?
"Yeah, what a coincidence, huh?" A smile made its way across his face at that memory. "It was during a time in my life when I’d lost almost everything. Elemekia lost the war, so that certainly had a lot to do with it, but it was really my family and the Sword of Light."
"Hey … I remember that!" I playfully said in the best Gourry voice I could manage. I hate it when Gourry gets serious. He always treats me like a kid when he’s serious.
After a few uncomfortable moments, he finally spoke again. "May I continue?"
Holy crap, he IS serious.
I couldn’t find any words so I just nodded.
"My family was devastated because of the war." Gourry’s eyes took on a distant light. "Many of my uncles, cousins were killed, as well as my father."
My insides turned to knots. That was one thing we had in common that I’d never wished we shared.
"The fallout was this: the Sword of Light was up for grabs because my father never stated in his will who it was to go to after he died." He shrugged. "I guess he forgot or something."
Like father, like son.
"There was a big fight over who got it?" I asked. Who wouldn’t fight over such a weapon, though? I still get a little giddy whenever I think of the sheer power that thing had.
"You betcha. At first it was just some bickering but soon that led to full-blown shouting." Gourry leaned back onto the pile of bedding. "After that, punches were thrown and things just went crazy.
"My Uncle Reinhard kidnapped my little sister, Eva, and demanded the sword as ransom. My mother had possession of it at the time."
"I didn’t know you had a sister," I said, my stomach already sinking as I thought about where this was probably going.
"I never really had any reason to talk about her until now." He looked at me, a slight smile on his face. "She would’ve been about your age now."
Would’ve been.
"I, the courageous war hero, decided to go and rescue her." I detected a hint of self-disgust in his description of himself as a hero.
"I got careless, and in my quest for revenge the most important person died." Tears pooled in his eyes. "The bastard killed her rather than face me in fair combat. He thought it would distract me enough for him to kill me."
"Oh, Gourry ... " I embraced him and didn’t let go.
"You know what the worst part was, though? Even after the funerals and all the crying, they went right back to fighting over who got the damned sword." He choked, then took a few moments to calm down.
"So I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I took the sword and ran away with it so no one else would be hurt. I was about to chuck it into the ocean when I met your dad."
"Probably fishing." I smiled, remembering my dad’s excuse for bandit hunting was "going fishing."
"Well he did have a pole. Anyway, he stopped me from getting rid of it and he even tried to get me to sell it to him! I refused, and he said that instead of dumping it I should do something meaningful with it. Then there was a mixup with some villagers and we almost got mistaken for mazoku. He killed the real demon with his fishing rod, of all things, and we split ways not long afterwards. I then decided to find a worthy cause for which to lift my sword." (FYI: As told in the short story, "What He Sees at the Tip of His Sword.")
He shrugged, then said, "A couple of weeks later I met you."
"And the rest, as they say, is history," I concluded. I’d thought he was treating me like a kid sister when we first met. I’m glad things are finally starting to change.
"When do you think we should go check up on Amelia and Zel?" Gourry asked, after a few moments of just enjoying each other’s companionable silence.
"I dunno." I yawned. Where was Mil with my duck, anyway? "They only have a couple days on us. Let’s give them a few more before we head out."
"Some bad news." Mill busted in (sans duck), with a frown on his already stern face. "Memphis’ village is under attack by demons." Then he looked specifically at me. "Led by your sister’s nemesis."
He couldn’t mean. . .
"Aiden …," I murmured. My sister had only mentioned him once. What she’d said about him had made my blood freeze.
"Yes, the Knight of Shabranigdo. He’s leading a host of mazoku against the elves, and from what I’ve heard they have Zanassfar armor," he said grimly.
"Looks like our old friends are back," I said.
"Old friends?" asked Mil.
"We were attacked by Zanassfar-wearing demons in Zephyr City," I explained.
"Really? When did that happen?" asked You Should Know by Now.
I answered with a bonk to his forehead.
"Ow!" whined Gourry.
"Just because I admitted I love you doesn’t mean I automatically tolerate stupidity."
"Can we get going now?" Mil asked impatiently.
"Where’s my duck?" I retorted. I wasn’t about to go anywhere, elven Armageddon or not! I’d just got stabbed, for crying out loud! For the umpteenth time in my short little life. . .
"Fine." Mil grumbled, reached into his deep pockets (I seriously hoped he didn’t pull out a duck) and retrieved two candy-like lumps, each the size of a gold piece. He handed them to us. "Here, take these. They will give you enough energy to go on for at least a day, though they won’t do much for your hunger."
"Then what’s the point!?" I almost shrieked.
"Don’t you think you’re being a little unfair, Lina?" Gourry asked, popping his dragon caffeine pill into his mouth. "I mean, he did save you and all. Think of this as payment."
"Ugh … maybe you’re right." But I’ll get a duck out of that arrogant dragon yet! I began to eat my pill when. . .
"Those are suppositories," Mil stated, too late for a gagging Gourry’s sake. I nearly sucked mine up in surprise but managed to blow it back into Gourry’s face just in the nick of time.
What the hell was he trying to do here? Poison us!?
"Just kidding."
Oh, Mil! You’re so funny!
NOT!
"One of these days, you’ll play one of your jokes on the wrong people! And then we’ll see who’s laughing!" My threats sounded pretty lame as I picked up my "candy" and placed it in my mouth. And the dragon wasn’t laughing. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mil so much as crack a smile.
A sense of energy not unlike a caffeine surge filled my body.
These things ain’t half bad. . .
"Yes, well, that has yet to happen. Come on." He grabbed our hands and did that weird time-space warping thing he did whenever he wanted to travel long distances in his human guise. Land and sky zoomed below and above, but we didn’t even feel the slightest breeze. It was enough to make me sick.
"We’re here," Mil said as soon as we stopped moving. The sudden stillness of the surroundings almost made me nauseous, but Gourry as usual took it in stride, not so much as stumbling when we made our abrupt stop.
"Holy …" Gourry started but couldn’t seem to finish.
I looked up from the spinning ground and saw why as soon as my vision focused.
The elven forest had been burned to the last twig.
Tom the Mighty’s Mighty Notes!
Whassup Ya’ll!
Looks like Lina and Gourry finally did the impossible (though it doesn’t feel quite right to me) and now Milgasia is back! Woo! That can only mean Memphis isn’t far behind, right? Next chapter I introduce some new villains and maybe some old ones too . . .but for now it’s a secret! If you all want to read about the adventures Lina and Gourry have with Mil, Memphis, Millenia and Luke, go buy the first six Slayers novels from Tokyo Pop! That way they will decide to bring over the rest of them and then you all can find out about life after Zel and Amelia. As of now, the books aren’t selling well so they haven’t translated any after Book Six. So get off yer lazy bums and get buying!
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