Magic Knight Rayearth Fan Fiction ❯ Among Gods ❯ The Fall ( Prologue )

 

“Long ago, in a time greatly different from our own,

A babe's cry sounded from the heavens.

A hoarse and screeching cry that made the sky shed tears for three days and nights.

 

The boy grew quickly, spunky and spurn. His mind greatly expanding, so much did he learn. Five years of age in barely six months, when the heavens shook once more with a large fuss.

 

From across the world, did a babe newly shine. Eyes and hair of coal, a gift truly divine. Growing much like the lad, but raised in separate course. Their destinies stood in stone, before they were ever born. Enemies at skin, but kin alike in heart.

These two who knew each so well, have grow together from the age of innocence to the age they fell.

 

The flesh bound caught amidst this havoc, have choice but to play,

You now know the beginning,

Let's let the story as it may.”

 

 

A man that looked about mid twenties paced back and fourth through a large marble floored room. His blonde and red hair frayed from it's tail, the tips reaching his lower back. His strong jaw was set in irritation, his brow knit in frustration, he lost all thought and patience. Throwing his hands to the air he couldn't help shouting his anger.

“How dare she defy me! If I did not love her so I would strike her where she stands. She holds to much power over me! That wretched creature, she is worse then the twins!”

His voice echoed of the walls of the entire palace, creating a bellowing sound. Just as the man closed his eyes in order to calm himself, there was a confident knock at the grand oak doors, craved in it was the faces of the previous lords, his father being one of them. The recipients walked in with out being let in and settled down on a forest green settee'. At first glance, you would have thought there was a trick of the eye, for there stood two tall, dark purple haired boys, about the age of 17 and 18. The only difference was that one of the boys' had kept his hair short and cropped to his head, the other had it down to about mid back. You could tell the long haired one was the more feminine of the two as his body was curvier. The short haired one took a seat and pulled his twin on to his lap, and started braiding his hair.

“Ollie, could you try to keep it down? Any louder and the walls are sure to crack.” The long haired one stated, while giving a rather deadpan look to the still pacing man. He was answer with a sharp rebuke and warning of the eyes, telling him to watch his place. His mouth snapped closed.

“My liege, what is it this time? Have the flesh bound started sacrificing lives again? Perhaps the children have started to toy with the flesh bound?” The short haired one asked, meeting the eyes of his lord while his deft fingers still twist and turned his brother's hair.

“No, none of that. The children are fine, as of now at least. That wretched woman has disobeyed my direct commands! Again.” The last of it coming out as a harsh whisper, him sharply turning his head to the side. Oblivious of what his lord was muttering and sputtering about, the long haired twin gazed around. Something was missing, something important. Something that was always seated on the lounge by the window, with a book in hand, and a sleeping child on lap. She would have normally calmed her husband so as not to wake the child, but she stood no closer then the flesh world below. Raising an eyebrow, he called out to his brother who had stood to console their lord.

“Felix, where is Lady Tristis? Is she with the children, Ollie?” The twin named Felix, turned briskly to his long haired brother and gave him a warning look, telling him he was pressing his luck. Regarding the look Felix was giving him he backed off; he was pushing his already tempered lord. Where was Tristis to calm his lord? Normally she would be right at his shoulder, with her soft touches, and invisible words.

“Have you been listening to a bloody thing I've said!? She has gone against all my orders and has returned to the mortal realm!” Their lord (dubbed Ollie) turned on his toe and threw a closed fist at a marble pillar behind him, landing a solid punch and leaving a rather large crater.

“My liege, she will be back later. You of all people should know that she feels the need to associate with the mortals, as a way to understand them. She has always returned, whether fetched or not.” He tried not to sound like a know it all.

`Devia, my love, mistress is missing.'

Felix transmitted his thoughts telepathically to Devia. Their Lord opted to drape himself across a thick dark color wood chair, his tunic billowing out in a gust of wind.

`How?' Devia couldn't fathom the answer. He beckoned his brother with open arms, urging him to come, with little nudges of the mind. The elder teen gave in, and returned the intimate embrace. While brushing back some loose strands of the violet hair, Felix replied.

`Nobody knows how, only just that she left herself, and with the youngest of the children. No one is quite sure where she is.' Devia's eyes grew open for about a fraction of a second before he deadpanned his face once more. Turning to look at their lord, he studied him closely. His red and blonde hair had unwillingly escaped the satin tye it had been in, and hung about his clearly defined face. A well defined jaw, sharp nose, and cold eyes, the color of a pale red rose. He had long legs, and large hands, but not proportionally off. His entire body was well muscled, but extremely lean. He stood at the height of 6'1. Had not already been married and with children, and he himself didn't have a twin, he would have defiantly pursued at all cost. He was hard and cold, difficult to break, or persuade. He wasn't harsh to his subjects, but he could be at times. He thought being loud and dominant was the way to be, in, ALL, aspects of his life. He hated being outside, reading, music, and anything really for pleasure and play. Except maybe one thing, you don't just magically obtain seven children out of no where. Their, (well, she asked them not to call her by it, which was fine by him, but Felix did everything in honors), Lady was a complete opposite. Coming in at 5'4, weighing in at under 120 pounds, she had soft features and willowy limbs. A mirage of her lithe form sauntered into the room, and ran her long fingers over her husband's shoulders and out stretched arm, then curled up on the window ledge lounge. The ledge was wide and long enough to be considered a bed. The cushion was a pattern of stars, suns, and moons, and to complete the entire setup was a star, crescent moon, and star pillows. A small stuffed sparkly green dragon toy was leaned up against the window, the imprint of a small body still in the folds of the green throw that was spread out. Devia watched the scene play out, though his lord and lover remained oblivious. Her dark hair blew past her shoulders in an invisible wind, she turned her head as she settled on the couch, a small brown book in one hand and a pen in another. Her dark, almost black eyes searched his out, giving him a smile. Suddenly getting up, he went to one of the book shelves, retrieving a small brown leather bound journal. Flipping through the pages till her got to where the leather strip had been holding a place, his teal eyes searching through what he was reading. It all seemed so trivial, news of the day, daily recordings, notes of what the children had done or said, comments on state of the manor. Sitting himself back done on the floor, he didn't notice the two sets of eyes suspiciously watching him, taking in his every movement. They knew he had caught on to something. Brows furrowed, he snapped the book close, rose to his feet, strode across to where the woman still sat, and planted himself across from her. She barely gave him a glance before returning to her writing. He studied her face, with its average sized nose, thin pink lips, and soft but high cheek bones. Nothing gave away what she was planning. He studied her for another long minute when there was a cluttering of pats behind the main doors. Devia and the woman (who by the way looked about 17 or 18 years old.) looked to the door, through the two men staring at them, and with a great heave the doors opened with a click. A small shock of black, red, and blonde hair came into view, then the rest of the body. The boy stood at 2 feet 5 inches, his eyes clearly taking after his mother, were a coal black. Running he went, across the room, (through his father did the apparition run) to his mother, who picked him up and placed him on her lap. He was dressed in a plain orange tunic, and breeches, his ear length hair recklessly messy. He crawled forward, and fumbled with the sash holding his mother's tunic closed. Whining when his chubby fingers couldn't undo the knot, he tugged at the front folds. Twisting the feather in her fingers so as not to get any on her tunic, she undid the sash, her eyes never leaving the page she was on. As soon as the fabric came loose the babe latched onto her breast, eagerly drinking up the life giving milk. His eyes rocked closed, and his breathing slowed, his body relaxing and getting ready to rest. The image playing right before his very eyes seemed so real, the soft suckling sounds from the babe, the scratch of the pen, an occasional page turn. Another whimper was emitted from the throat of the child, and the hollow sounds of suction. After feeding, the child curled against the bare skin of his mother, and fell asleep. A few minutes, the woman set her book and pen down on the table nest to them, picked the child up, placed him at her side with the little stuffed green dragon, and fixed her tunic. Picking up her book again, she looked up to meet his eyes; a cunning smile graced her lips. Devia's eyes widened, the pieces in his mind slowly clicking in place, though a few spots were blank. Flipping through the book, he tried mimicking the page she was on, he then turned the book so that the pages faced her, the cover facing him. He gave her a quizzical look, asking her what she was thinking with his eyes.

“Devia?” A hesitant voice called, pale fingers were placed on his forearm, but he didn't feel them, and the voice sounded distant.

“Devia, what are you…”

“Leave him Felix, let the vision play through.” Oliver interrupted. The short haired twin was in his liege's face a spilt second later, his normally pale violet eyes glowing teal.

“How dare you! You know what happens if he strains himself too much! Last time he didn't wake for over a year! And that was because of you! Only Lady Tristis could awaken him and she is not available as of now, probably another cause of yours!” Before Felix could make a second thought, his lanky frame was slammed into the nearest book shelf, a light, but muscled body pressed against him. He soon realized he couldn't breathe, a large hand with long slender fingers was wrapped around his throat, constricting the air passage.

“How dare you! I would've never guessed that you of all people would forget your place. You and your brother are mine to command, and if you ever bring Tristis into this again I will kill you both without a second thought! You are in no place to criticize me! You have always been with your love, and he will never leave! It is not my fault mine chooses to flee me, and you've no idea what it's like living without her!” All of this was said in a harsh whisper, Oliver was furious, a vein had extended out of the skin running from the right temple, over the bridge of the nose, over the cheek bone, down past the ear lobe, and directly under the jawline.

Slowly she reached out, her fingers brushing with his, causing a chill down his spine, and turned a few pages. With her index finger she poked the section where she was at.

A loud thunk made him tear his gaze from the dark haired women and child. Speaking of which, the child had woke with a spook and cried out, drawing the women's attention. He struggled, trying to keep his eyes on the scene, but his sense of security told him to be aware of his surroundings. Training for the last three years had done that too him.

The sight that beheld him was a shock. His brother in the dangerous and deadly grip of his majesty, fighting for air as he was spat and hissed at. “Felix!” he cried out, losing his grip on the book, it hit the empty lounge with a thunk. What he didn't notice was the pages flipping back and fourth madly on their own, several turning at once. Oliver let go of Felix quickly and hurried over to the seizuring book. Devia ran to his twin as he sunk to the ground, desperately trying to gain lost breathe. They embraced, looking to their lord as his eyes flew across the page. A shocked, angry, and all together fallen emotion twisted his handsome face, his index finger on the left hand going to his lips like it always did when he was concentrating. Dropping the brown book, he flew out of the room, his robes billowing out behind him as he strode to some unknown destination.

Devia crawled over to the book, and back to his lover, curling up in the nape of his arm as he read what Tristis had left behind.

 

Oliver,

If Devia is as good as I believe him to be, and you have found this, then you are too late. Thao and I are gone. The children already know I am to go, and have been explained to the best that they can comprehend. Please, do not take your anger out on any on but I. Felix and Devia especially not. They have been more then loyal subjects, but your closest friends. I could not leave Thao as he still depends on me for milk and love. He is far too young to be left motherless as of his age now. If you are wondering were we are I shall tell you. We are among the mortals, we will live as them, for as long as the incarnations last. You are now questioning why I tell you this, why I do not hide my destination. You can not stop me, I've already given in our immortality, we are going to live as them. This is merely for study, we shall be back during your reign. I know I can't stop you from watching over us, but I must ask a favor, do not interfere with our mortal destinies. No helping out here and there. I already know that you have informed the council that I have gone missing, and they will post word in every deities territory, and soon the human seers will catch ash of the spreading fire. I can only hope they will not recognize us. With all my love, and more. Treat everyone well, I shall see you soon.

 

Devia - Felix,

To which ever of you is reading this, Do not take anything cruel he says to heart. With all my love, have fun you too, don't do anything I wouldn't. (which wouldn't be much….)

 

Signed,

Tristis

 

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`Some where,

Within those stone cold walls, lies my bride, my enemy, my love. Spite her in the name of the gods, and damn her for flesh will wither way.'

Oliver paced too and fro, eyes never leaving the large round glass table. In it reflected a castle, with three large towers. The dark hair of Tristis swayed behind her as she walked up to the main doors. Thao was set on her hip, head resting on her shoulder. His messy hair was wind blown, and his cheeks lightly chapped. They were intercepted by two rather large guards with swords. They exchanged words, the guards not looking too sure, but she was then escorted inside by a third man. He would have her fetched at once.

 

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Cleft sat at the table with Umi to his left, Lantis to his right, Hikaru next to him, Ascot next to Umi, Ferio at the other head, Fuu to his left, Caldina, Presea, and Larfarga all sat to his right. Sections of groups were holding their own conversations, each chatting easily and enjoying the food they dined on. It was early in the morning and much work had to be done. A tingle of warning tickled him at the back of his mind. It grew larger and larger till the air pressure around him had increased ten fold.

“Hikaru!” Just as he called out to the young woman, she dropped to the floor, holding her hand over her chest, curling into a ball.

“Hikaru!” Lantis was beside her in an instant, with Cleft and her friends close. An instinct told Umi and Fuu to look out side. The large colorful flowers outside began to wilt, trees bent over in decay, and the grass slowly disappeared. The sky even seemed to go a shade duller.

“Clef? What's going on?” Umi backed over to him grabbing his sleeve. She was ignored, he was instructing Lantis to take her to her room, and give her a tonic. He promptly handed Lantis a small diamond shaped vial, sending him on his way. A guard then came in with news that Other ally countries were trying to contact them.

“Everyone, please return to your rooms, I will summon you all when I have this figured out. Please do not panic.” Clef ordered them, turning on his heel, and vanishing out a door way. Umi and Fuu Trotted off to Hikaru's room. They and Eagle of Autozam, were half there when Eagle noted a woman walking in the now barren courtyard. Eagle and Umi went to the window, intending to tell the woman to return to her room when they saw something that astonished them, well, two things really. A small child ran up to her holding a bouquet of dead flowers. The child looked on the verge of tears, the woman tried to console him. She then did something not physically possible. Placing her pale fingers on the wilted flowers she smiled. The flowers soon returned to full bloom, bright as could be. The child was ecstatic. Taking the boy's small pudgy hand, she lead him away. Eagle, Umi, and Fuu watched in shear awe. Turning back to their main destination, Umi told herself she would ask of the woman to Cleft later on.

 

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AN

 

Ok, in case you haven't figured it out.

`Thoughts'

“Speech”

 

Names:

Oliver (Ollie) - The lord

Tristis (Tris) - The Lady

Devia - The younger, long haired twin

Felix - The older, short haired twin.

Thao - The youngest child.

 

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