Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Return To Innocence ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Angry Blood Sister 
Van is haunted by the past and the things he should have done.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Adventure / Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.20.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 626 | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
Van is haunted by the past and the things he should have done.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Adventure / Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.20.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 626 | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
A/N: This fanfic is modeled after the feature film 'Escaflowne : The Movie' and follows the rules, characteristics and theories of that film. To clarify, they are very different from the television series. I will be posting author's notes in every chapter where something needs to be explained. This intro I don't think needs much of one, I assume you'll get the basic idea. So, for now, enjoy.
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H e was standing on a large grassy cliff, the wind was crisp and pure, as only a mountain breeze can be. He knew he was in the surrounding hills outside of Adom. He could hear the soothing song of the bird in the trees. The gorgeous vista laying before him was breathtaking. Oh how the mountains calm the soul, he thought to himself.
"We will always be together." he heard a female voice say. So familiar.
He turned to look at her. She was beautiful as well, a beauty great enough to rival that of nature. After all, she was a goddess. A great warmth welled up inside of him as he gazed upon her earthy-golden hair and emerald eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but words alone could never describe how he felt. He only smiled at her, then turned back to the mountains.
Suddenly, he heard a strange sound, but what worried him was that he could not place it. It sounded like nothing he had ever heard before. Nothing he could name could even describe what it was.
"You hear it? Can you hear her song?" the woman at his side asked. "Her song." she said more whistlfully, and stepped forward, closer to the edge of the cliff. He was afraid that she'd fall. Then he heard the birds rise up, their wings and voices making a great noise, all of them were white. And then, to his great astonishment, he saw the woman grow white wings, alike to those he himself had. Then all was quiet. There were no birds, there wasn't that strange noise he had heard, and most important of all, the woman was gone, and he did nothing but stand there.
He bolted upright, breathing heavily and covered in damp cotton sheets. He put his hands to his head and found that his brow was covered in sweat and his shaggy hair was matted to his scalp. Why did it always end there? Why was that moment haunting him?
He sat in his bed, slowly recognizing his surroundings again. He was in his bedchamber, in his castle. And even though he knew that all he had to do was call and someone would be there, he felt utterly alone. Empty. A feeling of being hollow and weak was common when he woke up from this dream, this nightmare. But why?
It had been three long years since that fateful moment, and he had been plagued with it in his sleep ever since. Not able to forget that he had done nothing to stop her ascension. She had been the only one to reach him when he had been hiding within himself. And for that, he felt eternally grateful, as well as connected to her. But she had been called back to her home, the Mystic Moon. That too had disappeared when she had left Gaea. For three years, the Mystic Moon had been invisible to all, just as Gaea was to it. But now all he could think about was that woman. A kindred spirit in tune to his very soul, and who had warmed his heart. The only one who had been able to show him he wasn't alone.
He sighed, raking his fingers through his wet hair and falling back into his bed.
"Hitomi." he whispered, longingly.
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H e was standing on a large grassy cliff, the wind was crisp and pure, as only a mountain breeze can be. He knew he was in the surrounding hills outside of Adom. He could hear the soothing song of the bird in the trees. The gorgeous vista laying before him was breathtaking. Oh how the mountains calm the soul, he thought to himself.
"We will always be together." he heard a female voice say. So familiar.
He turned to look at her. She was beautiful as well, a beauty great enough to rival that of nature. After all, she was a goddess. A great warmth welled up inside of him as he gazed upon her earthy-golden hair and emerald eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but words alone could never describe how he felt. He only smiled at her, then turned back to the mountains.
Suddenly, he heard a strange sound, but what worried him was that he could not place it. It sounded like nothing he had ever heard before. Nothing he could name could even describe what it was.
"You hear it? Can you hear her song?" the woman at his side asked. "Her song." she said more whistlfully, and stepped forward, closer to the edge of the cliff. He was afraid that she'd fall. Then he heard the birds rise up, their wings and voices making a great noise, all of them were white. And then, to his great astonishment, he saw the woman grow white wings, alike to those he himself had. Then all was quiet. There were no birds, there wasn't that strange noise he had heard, and most important of all, the woman was gone, and he did nothing but stand there.
He bolted upright, breathing heavily and covered in damp cotton sheets. He put his hands to his head and found that his brow was covered in sweat and his shaggy hair was matted to his scalp. Why did it always end there? Why was that moment haunting him?
He sat in his bed, slowly recognizing his surroundings again. He was in his bedchamber, in his castle. And even though he knew that all he had to do was call and someone would be there, he felt utterly alone. Empty. A feeling of being hollow and weak was common when he woke up from this dream, this nightmare. But why?
It had been three long years since that fateful moment, and he had been plagued with it in his sleep ever since. Not able to forget that he had done nothing to stop her ascension. She had been the only one to reach him when he had been hiding within himself. And for that, he felt eternally grateful, as well as connected to her. But she had been called back to her home, the Mystic Moon. That too had disappeared when she had left Gaea. For three years, the Mystic Moon had been invisible to all, just as Gaea was to it. But now all he could think about was that woman. A kindred spirit in tune to his very soul, and who had warmed his heart. The only one who had been able to show him he wasn't alone.
He sighed, raking his fingers through his wet hair and falling back into his bed.
"Hitomi." he whispered, longingly.