Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Return To Innocence ❯ Message From Velleese ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Angry Blood Sister 
Messengers from the Velleese construction site have come with news for the king.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Adventure / Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.20.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
Messengers from the Velleese construction site have come with news for the king.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Adventure / Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.20.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
The sun was bright and warm, falling carelessly on the man's sleeping form. He lay on his stomach, arms placed at seemingly uncomfortable angles, his back moving every so slightly with his unconscious breathing. A woman stood near the bed, having snuck into the royal bedchamber. Anyone else would have been reprimanded severely, but not her. Whenever she felt like it, she just walked, or in this case, tip-toed, into the room of her best friend. This morning, she had decided to wake him up with her most respectful bedside manner.
"Lord Van!" she yelled, pouncing on the sleeping figure.
"Ahh." came the muffled yell of the King.
"Lord Van! Lord Van! Wake up! I have some very important news!" WAKE UP!" she yelled in his ear, making the King violently roll over and thrash about, trying to get the woman off of him.
She sat cross-legged at the end of the large bed while the still groggy man sat himself up and wiped at his eyes.
"Merle, why do you insist on such rude awakenings." he said, annoyed that his rest had once again been disturbed. The cat-woman sat up, proud as a peacock, but when she spoke she completely ignored his statement.
"Lord Van, you must get dressed immediately! You have overslept again!" she said, a little more quiet yet no less urgent.
"What is it Merle? How long have I slept this time?" he threw back the sheets of his bed and slowly got out, standing and stretching. Merle looked at his body as his muscles twitched and moved. So strong yet so gentle, she thought lovingly.
"Lord Van, it's nearly midday!" she yelled again.
Van's attention quickly snapped back to his friend. Midday? He had slept that long? It felt like he had only just fallen asleep. This had been the longest time as of yet. What was wrong with him?
Merle looked at him, worried, her eyes big and full of concern. She said this much.
"I know Merle, don't worry, I'll be fine." but he wasn't even sure of that himself.
"Anyway," Merle quickly settled back into her earlier demeanor. "You must get dressed and meet with the Council, the messengers have come back from the dig-site, they have something very important to tell you!" And with that, the cat-woman bound out of the room, tail twitching behind her, not even letting Van ask one more question. He gave a small laugh. Merle's antics had at least lifted the feeling that had been weighing on him since the dream. Well, for a little while at least.
He quickly got dressed in his kingly garments. Much different from the cutoff trousers and animal skin, he thought. But it was what was expected of him. He had to look like a king to be able to rule his people. No one would follow a feral looking young man, nor have any sort of respect for him. That time had passed. Now he was to be the stately King. But his new clothes didn't look too bad. He looked in himself in the mirror. The tall young man looking back at him was wearing navy blue. The trousers, the tunic, the overcoat; all pressed and clean-cut, even his dark brown boots were polished. He looked nothing like he did three years ago.
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Upon entering the Council chamber a harold rang out.
"Van de Fanel, King of Fanelia."
All present in the room stood, respecting the old customs. I wish they didn't do this, he thought to himself, I hate it. I feel like I'm a spectacle, something to be gawked at. But without saying a word, only nodding his head, the entire assembly sat down around the extremely large rectangular table. Van took his seat at the head. He looked around, he new almost everyone, although, even after nearly two years of the existence of this Council, he still couldn't place some of the members.
To his right was Allen Shezar, the now appointed General of the Fanelian forces. Some of whom were the remaining Abaharaki forces from the war with the Black Dragon. To his left was Gaddess, his Captain. Both were close friends as well as great military leaders. He noticed others, Dryden Fasa, his cheif advisor, Merle of course, the little Mole Man, and several others. Why Mole Man was on the Council he could never remember, but that wasn't important now.
"What is going on?" Van asked, maybe a little rude.
"Van," Van looked over at Allen who was now speaking. "The messengers we sent to the dig-site have returned."
"Yes, that much I've already been told." the corner of his mouth curling slightly as he looked at Merle who giggled softly.
"Well, they wish to speak with you."
"Very well." Van sighed. He hated these meetings. Hopefully the messengers had something interesting to say.
Allen raised his arm and signaled with his hand to the guards at another set of doors at the opposite end of the room, to let the two men in. When they entered, they came to the end of the table and bowed their heads to the King. Van motioned for them to stand straight again. They did so. Then one stepped forward.
"Your Highness, the workers on the site of Velleese have unearthed something of great importance." his voice urgent and strained. Van sat up in his chair, a clear sign on his interest.
"What was it?"
"Ancient Scrolls of the Avalon." he answered.
All faces turned towards the man speaking, astonished. Everyone new that what he had just said was nearly impossible.
"The Avalon? Are you sure?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
"But that's impossible, the Avalon were destroyed. They went with Ancient Gaea." one councilman stated.
"Yes. How could their scrolls have survived?" said another.
A buzz started around the table. Men and women were conversing with one another about this news. Van sat quietly in his chair, thinking. The Avalon? He looked to his friends, all surprised as he, except Allen. He had known. He had been the one to call the Council together. He smiled at him as Allen realized what Van had. Then Van turned his gaze back to the messengers.
"Where are the scrolls now?"
"They are still at Velleese, there are many my Lord." he looked a little ashamed that he hadn't been able to transport them to the castle itself.
Van sat for a moment, contemplating. He did so want to go to Veleese and see these ancient scrolls. He looked to Allen again.
"What do you think, Allen?" he asked of his General.
"I think it would be wise for you to go, Van, and see what these scrolls are all about." Allen had known that Van wanted to go, to get away from the castle for a while. "But," he added, making the young king look at him again in surprise. "I suggest that you take a few companions instead of the Royal Guard, to make the trip as inconspicuous as possible." he smiled. Knowing full well that he had just claimed a spot on this small journey, as well as leaving it open for Van's other close friends.
"Then it is settled." Van said standing up, pushing his large wooden chair back. "General Allen, Chief Advisor Dryden and Lady Merle will join me on my way to Veleese. Captain Gadess," he spoke, looking directly at the rough looking man to his left. "You will be left in charge." But with his telepathic voice he said,
'I trust you Gadess, so please don't destroy what we have resurrected of my country.'
Gadess laughed, thought the majority of those assembled didn't know at what.
"With honor, Your Highness." he replied. The latter of the sentence having been emphasized with sarcasm. Gadess had never really thought of Van as the King, and they both knew it, Van was always a warrior first in the captain's eyes.
"Well then. Council is adjourned." said Van. And without any further instruction, he left with his traveling companions in tow.
"Lord Van!" she yelled, pouncing on the sleeping figure.
"Ahh." came the muffled yell of the King.
"Lord Van! Lord Van! Wake up! I have some very important news!" WAKE UP!" she yelled in his ear, making the King violently roll over and thrash about, trying to get the woman off of him.
She sat cross-legged at the end of the large bed while the still groggy man sat himself up and wiped at his eyes.
"Merle, why do you insist on such rude awakenings." he said, annoyed that his rest had once again been disturbed. The cat-woman sat up, proud as a peacock, but when she spoke she completely ignored his statement.
"Lord Van, you must get dressed immediately! You have overslept again!" she said, a little more quiet yet no less urgent.
"What is it Merle? How long have I slept this time?" he threw back the sheets of his bed and slowly got out, standing and stretching. Merle looked at his body as his muscles twitched and moved. So strong yet so gentle, she thought lovingly.
"Lord Van, it's nearly midday!" she yelled again.
Van's attention quickly snapped back to his friend. Midday? He had slept that long? It felt like he had only just fallen asleep. This had been the longest time as of yet. What was wrong with him?
Merle looked at him, worried, her eyes big and full of concern. She said this much.
"I know Merle, don't worry, I'll be fine." but he wasn't even sure of that himself.
"Anyway," Merle quickly settled back into her earlier demeanor. "You must get dressed and meet with the Council, the messengers have come back from the dig-site, they have something very important to tell you!" And with that, the cat-woman bound out of the room, tail twitching behind her, not even letting Van ask one more question. He gave a small laugh. Merle's antics had at least lifted the feeling that had been weighing on him since the dream. Well, for a little while at least.
He quickly got dressed in his kingly garments. Much different from the cutoff trousers and animal skin, he thought. But it was what was expected of him. He had to look like a king to be able to rule his people. No one would follow a feral looking young man, nor have any sort of respect for him. That time had passed. Now he was to be the stately King. But his new clothes didn't look too bad. He looked in himself in the mirror. The tall young man looking back at him was wearing navy blue. The trousers, the tunic, the overcoat; all pressed and clean-cut, even his dark brown boots were polished. He looked nothing like he did three years ago.
************************************************************* *******************
Upon entering the Council chamber a harold rang out.
"Van de Fanel, King of Fanelia."
All present in the room stood, respecting the old customs. I wish they didn't do this, he thought to himself, I hate it. I feel like I'm a spectacle, something to be gawked at. But without saying a word, only nodding his head, the entire assembly sat down around the extremely large rectangular table. Van took his seat at the head. He looked around, he new almost everyone, although, even after nearly two years of the existence of this Council, he still couldn't place some of the members.
To his right was Allen Shezar, the now appointed General of the Fanelian forces. Some of whom were the remaining Abaharaki forces from the war with the Black Dragon. To his left was Gaddess, his Captain. Both were close friends as well as great military leaders. He noticed others, Dryden Fasa, his cheif advisor, Merle of course, the little Mole Man, and several others. Why Mole Man was on the Council he could never remember, but that wasn't important now.
"What is going on?" Van asked, maybe a little rude.
"Van," Van looked over at Allen who was now speaking. "The messengers we sent to the dig-site have returned."
"Yes, that much I've already been told." the corner of his mouth curling slightly as he looked at Merle who giggled softly.
"Well, they wish to speak with you."
"Very well." Van sighed. He hated these meetings. Hopefully the messengers had something interesting to say.
Allen raised his arm and signaled with his hand to the guards at another set of doors at the opposite end of the room, to let the two men in. When they entered, they came to the end of the table and bowed their heads to the King. Van motioned for them to stand straight again. They did so. Then one stepped forward.
"Your Highness, the workers on the site of Velleese have unearthed something of great importance." his voice urgent and strained. Van sat up in his chair, a clear sign on his interest.
"What was it?"
"Ancient Scrolls of the Avalon." he answered.
All faces turned towards the man speaking, astonished. Everyone new that what he had just said was nearly impossible.
"The Avalon? Are you sure?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
"But that's impossible, the Avalon were destroyed. They went with Ancient Gaea." one councilman stated.
"Yes. How could their scrolls have survived?" said another.
A buzz started around the table. Men and women were conversing with one another about this news. Van sat quietly in his chair, thinking. The Avalon? He looked to his friends, all surprised as he, except Allen. He had known. He had been the one to call the Council together. He smiled at him as Allen realized what Van had. Then Van turned his gaze back to the messengers.
"Where are the scrolls now?"
"They are still at Velleese, there are many my Lord." he looked a little ashamed that he hadn't been able to transport them to the castle itself.
Van sat for a moment, contemplating. He did so want to go to Veleese and see these ancient scrolls. He looked to Allen again.
"What do you think, Allen?" he asked of his General.
"I think it would be wise for you to go, Van, and see what these scrolls are all about." Allen had known that Van wanted to go, to get away from the castle for a while. "But," he added, making the young king look at him again in surprise. "I suggest that you take a few companions instead of the Royal Guard, to make the trip as inconspicuous as possible." he smiled. Knowing full well that he had just claimed a spot on this small journey, as well as leaving it open for Van's other close friends.
"Then it is settled." Van said standing up, pushing his large wooden chair back. "General Allen, Chief Advisor Dryden and Lady Merle will join me on my way to Veleese. Captain Gadess," he spoke, looking directly at the rough looking man to his left. "You will be left in charge." But with his telepathic voice he said,
'I trust you Gadess, so please don't destroy what we have resurrected of my country.'
Gadess laughed, thought the majority of those assembled didn't know at what.
"With honor, Your Highness." he replied. The latter of the sentence having been emphasized with sarcasm. Gadess had never really thought of Van as the King, and they both knew it, Van was always a warrior first in the captain's eyes.
"Well then. Council is adjourned." said Van. And without any further instruction, he left with his traveling companions in tow.