Magic Knight Rayearth Fan Fiction ❯ Among Gods ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 5 )

“You will leave the child with me until you both feel you are ready to raise and take care of a child. Now leave before I find something else to yell at you about.” Her tune lifted again, and it was obvious she was joking with them. They turned to each other and prepared to leave, but Zephyr spoke out.

“Oh, mother…” Tris turned back to face him.

“Yes?” She watched him through cautious eyes.

“Father misses you. He is lost. Make it whatever your job is here quick so that you may return.” They were gone before she could respond.

 

Trist stared at the spot he stood for more then a minute before a knight interrupted her musing.

“Ok, I can't be the only one totally confused.” Umi sounded genuinely distraught. Trist was about to answer her, turning her way when something caught her senses. Her eyes widened in alarm as she stared at the blue haired woman. Everyone was instantly wary.

“What? What is it? Do I have something on my face? In my hair? Teeth? What!?” Clef moved into Trist's line of view and her breath quickened.

“You're not safe here, le…” Her eyes rolled back in her head and all she saw were images flashing by at a great speed, almost blending. Umi, Cleft, a man with navy colored hair, Eagle of Autozam, the twins in all their glory, and woman with black hair and purple eyes. They were speaking, the man and the woman, cackling over something. A third person answered them, and they stopped. The third person stepped out of the darkness and a chill raced up Trist spine. She reached her hand out to grab an anchor, her hand coming up with cloth. The material was cool in her hand, but she could not see it. The third man was young, blond hair, but not likes Eagle's. It was different in an awkward way. His icy blue eyes pierced her own as if he knew she could see him. He never broke eye contact, but continued to speak. The woman actually hissed, and the other man, the first one, he then looked up at her. The third man still had her eyes though. And as long as he had them, she could not break through the seizure. Creatures of all shapes and sizes whizzed past, some in battles, some feasting. They looked to be horrid beast with many teeth and large claws. A few even demonstrated some powers. Trist tugged and pulled at the cloth on her hand, and finally a small purple light filled a corner of her vision. It seemed like hours before she could take hold of the light, and leave the blue eyed man behind. He tired to haul her back with his own magic, dark and fast moving. She gave a cry when the black magic slithered up her arm and across from chest, and failed about trying to break free, it only furthered the magic's movement. Suddenly strikes of lightening and large torrents of wind laid over them and it only seemed to help the dark magic. But his strength drew back a tad to keep itself replenished. The storm raged on. The two magic's played tug of war with her mind and one fought for dominance over the other. At last the flames of purification arrived and scorched the black magic's owner and handler. It ate up most of the oxygen around her and left the world smelling burnt and ashy. The battle seemed to last forever, and Trist was exhausted by the time the dark magic had receded. Nightmares plagued her thoughts from the black magic, and it left its mark on her mind. This was not a power to be toyed with. Someone of great strength was out there, waiting. A coldness spread from her finger tips and toes straight to her head. Only the flames of purification kept her heart warm and beating, else wise, she would have been dead. Darkness swallowed her whole.

 

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“You're not safe here. Le…” She swayed, her eyes whiting out and rolling back in her head.

“Somebody catch her, she's going to…” and Ferio was forced to leap foreword to catch the sinking girl. The child had stirred and began to cry again but this time out of fear. He was handed off to Fuu, who took him a few steps away. Ferio gently levered Trist to the floor, and Clef stepped up.

“We must bring her to her room. Ferio, I leave you to hold court, this may be a long process. I shall be kept away for long.” And with the help of Lantis, they took Trist away to her room.

 

For the next two days she tossed and turned, clutching at Clef's tunic and crying out. A fever took over and she did not sleep a peaceful moment. Zephyr and then Luna appeared twice and took over while Clef rested. It was on the fading hours of the second day did she finally wake, jolting out of bed. Before anyone could say anything she was up and across the room, cowering in the corner, covered from head to toe in a sheen of sweat. Her eyes were wide and frantic, the pupils dilated and large. Clef could only stare at her until sense came and she straightened up. Exhaustion won at too quickly though and Clef barely caught her as she dropped like a dead weight to the floor again. This time, sleep came easily, and she did not so much as stir when he placed her back on the bed and pulled the sheets up and over her.

“The fever has broken. It shouldn't be long now.” And he sat in a close chair to relax, dozing off peacefully.

 

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“Tell me Azalea. Aren't you angry with your mother? I mean, after all, the way she treats you and your brother. It seems to us that she doesn't under stand the two of you at all.” The blonde haired girl shook her head, slightly confused.

“Where am I? Who are you?” Azalea regarded the woman and two men. The darker haired man sat draped across a large backed chair covered in cloth. He had his eyes closed and looked to be sleeping. The other man was standing next to the woman holding a small music bird on his index finger. The fluttering and beating of wings above her head told her that there were more birds in the room. The woman gave her a soft look, slowly walking up to her, the same way a person would walk up to a frightened animal. She was not frightened. The woman spoke, her voice slightly annoying and high pitched.

“Fear not Azalea. My name is Elise, and,” she pointed to the blue haired man standing next to her. “This is Rune. Over there is Issiah.” The woman spoke as softly as she could. Azalea seemed to relax a bit over knowing the peoples' names. If need be, she would tell father and he could hunt them down. If the names were their real names, it all depended on that.

“We don't want to hurt you. We think you deserve more. We want to help you.” Azalea was still unsure.

“How do I know you are telling the truth?” Azalea made sure not to expose her back side to the three. The man named Rune spoke up this time.

“If we were doing this for us, what would we gain? We feel as if Tristis doesn't belong with such power. She abuses it, and thinks herself so high and mighty. Just look how she has treated you and Azsaruu. You both are strong and smart, and gorgeous, but she treats everyone else better. Doesn't that just make you so angry?” Caught up in the flattery and compliments, Azalea didn't hear the trap close.

“Yes, I'm envious of her. She has everything. She is not so great, why should she be queen? She's not even pretty, and she thinks herself so perfect. I wish she would go away. I wish I could strip her of her powers. Then she wouldn't feel to great would she?!” As Azalea ranted on Elise and Rune exchanged small smiles with one another.

“WE can help you Azalea, we only wish to help you reach your potential. Bring her here. We have the power to strip her strengths. Then you can ascend the throne. You may even place your brother as Kin…” Elise was cut off.

“No. he will only stop me. He has a soft spot for mother. He will have no hand in this.” Azalea turned to face the two standing.

“Tell me what I need to do.”

Issiah cracked an icy blue eye open. He was drained from the battle he held with the Guru. He had almost got her; they would not have needed to use this pitiful use of a girl.

`I can not believe this is actually going to work.' Sliding the eye back closed he slipped off into a dream of swirling dresses and tall marble pillars. And a dark eyed girl descending the large staircase, him waiting at the bottom.

`How have I been reduced to this?'

 

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Trist slept on through the night, barely moving at all. Each member of the party came to take watch every now and then or just to see if she had woken yet. A day passed and no change. Zephyr had taken Luna away as she was distraught over her mother's health, thinking she had caused it. It was the early hours of the second day when Azalea morphed out of the shadows in the room, nearly giving Umi and Caldina a heart attack. Clef, becoming more attuned to the young gods popping in and their power signatures, was well aware that she was in the room before she made herself known. She said nothing as she stepped into the light.

“Gee'z! What is with people randomly appearing? Don't you know how to knock?” Umi had a hand to her chest and was heaving heavily. Azalea shot her a glare, but passed the comment, choosing not to respond. After several minutes of heavy breathing on the parts of Umi and Caldina, they left, claiming that Fuu and Hikaru were probably having a difficult time taking care of the baby and Thao, so they were off to help them. As soon as Clef knew they were out of ear shot he asked,

“What are you doing here?” He was ignored. He let it pass, it was her mother in a coma after all, did she really need a reason to visit? After a few moments something struck him.

“Where is Azsaruu?” She started at this, looking up into his lavender eyes with unease.

“He, is…uh… with…father.” After the sentence was out she grew more confident.

“Father is half mad with worry, it is only the order of the laws that are keeping him home.” Clef judged her story, but could only trust her word. She looked down at her mother's face.

“I'll watch her. I doubt she is going to go very far.” Azalea cracked a smile at her own joke, but Clef found no humor. Everyone was tired and on edge with worry and fright, it was no time for jokes. He stood and left, closing the door softly. Suddenly a chill ran up his spine. A feminine voice, quite soft and endearing spoke out in the hall. It was a disembodied voice and it heeded a warning.

//Turn around! Don't let her alone! Guru, trust your instincts. Hurry NOW!//

Hurriedly he slammed the door back open to find the room empty. No Azalea and especially, no Tristis. He could only stare, still in shock.

She had been kidnapped from right out under his nose.

 

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“I am sorry father. I could not warn him in time.” The boy was small, still yet a child with dark read eyes and charcoal grey hair. His skin was alabaster with and undertone of an olive color. He was dressed in shorts and a tunic, his bare feet dirty from being outside. His father pardoned him and sent him on his way.

 

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“Good, Good. Now chain her up, we wouldn't want her to get free now would we?” Trist's arms were pulled into an X behind her head and chained that way, hanging her an inch off the floor. Elise turned to Azalea.

“Now tell me exactly what you did. Right down to the breathe.”

 

“Gee'z! What is with people randomly appearing? Don't you know how to knock?” Umi put a hand to her chest and was heaving heavily. Shooting her a glare, she passed the comment, choosing not to respond. After several minutes of heavy breathing on the parts of Umi and Caldina, they left, claiming that the two other knights were having difficulty raising the babies.

“What are you doing here?” The Guru asked, but she ignored him. After a few moments he spoke again...

“Where is Azsaruu?” She started at this, looking up into his lavender eyes with unease.

“He, is…uh… with…father.” After the sentence was out she grew more confident.

“Father is half mad with worry, it is only the order of the laws that are keeping him home.” It wasn't a full lie. Oliver was sick with grief, but Azsaruu was not with him. He was busy taking care of Eclipse and Soleil. The Guru looked to be judging her story; he seemed to believe what she said. She looked down at her mother's face.

“I'll watch her. I doubt she is going to go very far.” She cracked a smile at her own joke, but The Guru only frowned more, his brow creasing. He stood and left, closing the door softly. Moving quickly she knew she didn't have much time. As quietly as she could, she flung the covers back revealing the pale form of Trist. She must be wearing one of the knight's clothing because it was odd to her. Shorts, and a barely there tunic with thin straps. It was extremely tight and showed off her navel, but that might have been it just riding up. It was still a disgrace to show so much skin in front of men not her husband. The shorts were just that, short, they came to about mid thigh, little higher maybe. Her long thin legs were white carnation pale and covered in sweat as was the rest of her. The zenith of her ribs showed through her skin as if she didn't eat enough. Her hair, which was normally down around her shoulder blades was tied up in a messy looking do that sat at the back of her neck. It looked like a birds nest and couldn't believe her mother would allow herself to be seen in such ways. She looked just down right sloppy. Sitting her up, she slung one of her arms over her shoulder, and blew out the candle. Darkness incased the room quickly, and they so left with it.

 

“Right down to the very breathe. I came straight here and no where else. You promised you wouldn't hurt her. Why are you chaining her up, can't you keep her in a cell or something?” Biting her lip she watched as her mother gave an unconscious groan as her weight (how ever little it was) was placed on her straining shoulder ligaments.

Elise just gave her a sour look, and Rune stepped up behind her, placing handcuff like chains on her own wrists and pushed her towards a door.

“We don't take orders from you anymore. You are of no use to us.” Azalea looked up at Rune bewildered and shocked. She had been fooled and taken advantage of. Worst of all, she had given them her mother. They were out the door before she could cry out to her mother, who was stirring, but not yet awake.

 

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That is all I'm writing for now. I literally have the entire story planned out now, and it should only be two chapters, with maybe an epilogue. I'm not sure yet, t depends on how I end it. Major twist at the end. And you get to meet Oliver in the next chapter!

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