Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Piece of Her Wings ~Untouched~ ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: sadamex

Piece of Her Wings

Prologue

There was complete chaos when the whole of heaven and earth shuddered with that titanic lurch that shook the very foundations of Paradise. What were majestic trees and crystalline lakes a few moments ago are now turning into a graveyard of ashes and dust, as the overwhelming power of the Elder was unleashed. She had nowhere safe to go; everything around her is dissolving right in front of her eyes. The mythical place that people have always dreamt of known as Paradise is being destroyed by the terrifying wrath of the Elder, the Ancient Angel that guarded its gates.

She didn't remember where she was when it had started. The thundering noise that tore Paradise asunder still echoed in her head. Her wings trembled with every feather as she pressed her hands tighter against her ears, trying very hard to erase the echoes she still hears so clearly.

The sound of Paradise being destroyed.

And yet, she heard another sound. It was the sound of her name being called with a note of urgency. Even though she was almost paralyzed with fear, the voice was enough to make her come out from her shielded hiding place. She tried to stand up, but her knees failed her as they buckled underneath her weight. Slowly, she fumbled her way back to find him. Now she looked more like the hated snake in the Garden of Eden as she crawled on the shaking earth, rather than an angel that she was supposed to be.

But she wanted to find him. She wanted to be with him. As she wounded herself crawling through the ruins of this once lush and otherworldly paradise, she realized that there is only one thing that she wants now, the one thing that she needed. And it surprised her, for it wasn't the answer that she was seeking for; it wasn't life or salvation, she didn't want a second chance or a place in paradise anymore. It was him that she wanted. She realized that it was his voice that gave her the strength; it was his voice that kept her going on until now. She knew that she had to be with him, so she would survive this turmoil. She knew that if she'd be beside him, everything would turn out fine.

If she was with him, then everything will be okay.

Even if heaven and earth falls apart, it will be okay.

Even if Paradise turns into dust, it will be okay.

As long as they're together when the world comes to an end, then it will be okay!

The shaken angel groped her way out of the befallen trees and widening fissures as the sounds of wreckage still howled from above her. Large pieces of rocks from the towering mountains fell down like merciless rain on the forests of Paradise. The fields were suddenly awash with death and grief as the animals that roamed free lay innocent and lifeless on the ground. And all she could see everywhere is ugly red—as the fiery sun burned the sky an angry red, she could no longer discern the difference of the crimson sky and the red earth, where blood flowed like a great river. But even though the death and destruction of everything around her robbed her of every last bit of hope and courage that she had, she was determined to find her angel, and be with him one last time.

And then, she saw him. Her glorious and valiant angel stood defiantly at the very edge of Paradise. Even in this current turmoil, she couldn't help to be in awe at his perfection. Even now that his crimson blood had stained his slimly muscular body, she still saw him as an artfully created masterpiece.

Tears of unutterable longing and relief started to cloud her eyes as she inched slowly towards him, wounds and cuts on her hands and feet stinging her. She had now just realized that she was very, very tired. She had exhausted every single ounce of energy that flows in her body in her desperate search to be with the man she loved, to reach and be with her beloved angel.

The bloodied angel turned his face and met her with a steady gaze. And then to her, he simply and sadly instructed, ”Do not come near me.”

There was a certain hopelessness in his voice which returned her palpable fear once again. As she fixed her tearful eyes on her angel's rebellious face, she could now clearly see the pain that was hidden in his eyes. Somehow, she knew that the battle he was fighting was not in their favor.

And she also understood that her angel also knew.

And then, they were not alone anymore. The Ancient Angel, immortal and unassailable, strode out with blazing eyes and boundless strength, clutching a majestic sword in his hands. Paradise shuddered as his mighty footsteps quaked the earth as he walked closer towards the last standing angel. Terror filled her eyes as the Elder strode closer to him, and only one coherent sound came unbidden from her lips. “No!” she howled, but it was already too late.

She reached out desperately to her beautiful angel, having no more strength to run to him and hold him, so she could at least die with him, to save her from the fate of eternal torment by being torn away from him in their deaths. Her angel was helpless in the chastisement of the Elder. And, knowing that his struggle to break free was futile, he crisply shouted to her as he anticipated his punishment. “Fly! Fly away from here! Fly as far as you can away from here!”

But she couldn't hear anything; she was too blinded by the Elder's sword hacking through her angel's bloodstained wings. She didn't hear his command, for his howls of anguish and pain were deafening her. His voice echoed throughout the ruins of Paradise, echoed above the clouds, calling out her name with unspeakable loss.

And then the Ancient Angel threw her beloved out of Paradise, never again to return.

She could no longer hold back the tears. They burst through her eyes like rain falling from the heavens. She cried her heart out, but even her wails of despair seemed too shallow for the overwhelming grief that tore at her heart.

And then the Elder turned towards her. He walked purposefully, his gleaming broadsword dripping with the crimson blood from the person she just lost. But she didn't do anything; her mind was in total chaos. The loss of her beloved had given her a breakdown, rendering her completely vulnerable and helpless from the coming Ancient. She knew that he was now out to get her, but like a prey to a snake, she stayed frozen still, as if mesmerized, by the swirling feathers in a blurry of madness like a billowing snowstorm on a winter's night. She knew there was nothing she could do anymore, and she just closed her eyes and freely gave herself up for her inevitable punishment as the Elder raised his sword towards the very vaults of heaven.

It was the last, clear memory she could remember that day. Her mind became hazy, as the Paradise around her spun faster and faster. Disconnected images of spilt blood and torn wings flooded her clouded eyes. Slurred and incomprehensible voices of anguish and reproach reverberated in her head. A curse she could not remember was cast upon her, and then, the memory of her life, the memories she had with her angel, and the memories they created in Paradise slowly vanished from her, like a thief fleeting away, they faded slowly into nothingness, until all she could see, is black.

And then, she seemed to fall. She felt as light as the feathers from her torn wings swirling about her as she effortlessly let out her arms to take her final flight. Countless numbers of several eternities in which she plunged towards her inevitable death passed by as she fell still. She knew that she had been banished from Paradise like her beloved, and she opened her eyes to see it again just for one last time.

And she saw it for the final moment before everything was erased from her memory, and it wasn't the Paradise that she had longed to behold before: it was nothing more than an ugly piece of land with no life, and no love.

As she plummeted to the ground, her mind suddenly snapped shut as her very existence faded from her, and she could no longer remember anything. And then, as her frail and badly bruised body fell broken on the grassy earth below, a smile gently formed on her lips.

She was nearly free.

Tsuzuku

If I am with you, then everything will be okay.

Even if heaven and earth falls apart, it will be okay.

Even if Paradise turns into dust, it will be okay.

As long as we're together when the world comes to an end, then it will be okay!