Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ A daughter's discovery ❯ Answers ( Chapter 3 )
I spent much time with Van, talking with him about his pas life and mine. I found him very nice. And he seemed to enjoy my company as well. One day, I finally found the strength to convey the great mysteries of my life to him?
"You have told me so much of yourself.", I began, "But I still haven't told you much about myself."
"Do so if you feel like it.", Van said.
"You know, my life is full of mysteries.", I said.
"What kind of mysteries?", he asked.
"Well, there are two things I want to find out about.", I started, "First: Who is my father. Second: Why do I have wings?"
"Excuse me, what did you just say?", Van asked, seemingly surprised.
"Why do I have wings…", I repeated.
"You do?"
"Yes.", I answered and spread my wings, which was still a very exhausting task. "Weird, isn't it?"
"Not really.", Van said and stood up.
He seemed a bit stressed for a moment and then, he spread white wings out his back.
"You…You have wings as well?", I muttered.
"All descendants of the Ryujin have some. My mother was Ryujin and I inherited it. Although I cannot quite figure out how you come to be of Ryujin blood."
"Well,", I spoke, "Maybe my father was a…how did you call it?"
"Ryujin.", Van repeated, "People who stemmed from the world of Atlantis."
"So maybe…", I said.
"But still, this is confusing.", Van said.
"Why?", I asked.
"Because your wings are grayish. Normally, people with Ryujin blood have purely white wings like I do."
"Wasn't there ever someone with wings of other colour than white?", I questioned.
"Yes, there was but…Oh my, That can't be…"
"What's the matter?", I asked.
"You said you don't know who your father is, right?", Van asked me.
"Yes.", I replied, "And after what I learned today, he seemed to be someone with Ryujin blood."
"I think I have found the answer to your question, although I cannot really believe it."
"Huh?", I hummed.
"Your wings and their color prove it. You seem to be the daughter of the only Ryujin descendant with black wings.", Van explained.
"And who is that?", I asked.
"My own brother, Folken Lacour de Fanel."
"What?", I exclaimed, "But…but…"
"I know it sounds weird, but it is the only possibility.", Van said.
"Where is Folken now?", I asked him.
"He died some months ago."
"Oh…", I said and became silent for a while. "If this is true,", I then continued, "then you are my uncle."
"Please never call me that.", Van said, "It sound weird when someone of your age calls you `Uncle'. Keep calling me Van, that is more appealing."
"Alright, dear UNCLE.", I said and grinned.
Van just grumped and went inside.