Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Return To Innocence ❯ The Scrolls of The Avalon ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

At day break, the four companions packed up their small campsite and rode on towards Velleese. Once over the last hill, they could look down on the small town and future site of a border fortress.

Valleese was renowned for nothing but was overall quite pleasant, but now it was surrounded by tents of varying shapes and sizes. Tents to house men and equipment alike, since the proper facilities were just not available in the small town.

Van had sent out men to scout out and survey the area weeks ago, and now the building preparations were well under way. This now bustling town was where these ancient scrolls were being held.

Van, still not having outgrown some of his impatience, race down the hillside into the outlying encampment, his friends close behind him. Once the horses and their packs had been taken care of, Allen led them all to a particularly large tent. Upon entering, they could hear two men arguing.

"So what are you telling me Savelle?" said a tall, greying haired man with a deeply lined face and dark tanned skin. His voice seemed tired, yet strong all the same.

"Ahem." Allen interrupted. The two men looked at him. The second party in the argument was a squat little man with thinning hair and small eyes that were bright blue.

"General Shezar." the taller one stood up, but the smaller and older man just sat in place, looking on. Then Van stepped into the view of the men and instantly the older man stood respectfully. The taller man bowed his head.

"Your Highness, it is a great honor that you would come to Velleese."

"The pleasure is all mine. Besides, you gave me an excuse to get out of that stuffy castle." Van smiled.

"Van, this is Captain Nairva. He is overseeing the building process." Allen introduced the man. Van, though a very unkingly gesture that it was, shook the captain's hand. His friends smiled at this. He still wasn't used to being King. The captain brushed this aside and spoke.

"I assume that you have come to see the scrolls." very serious.

"Yes."

"Well let me introduce you to Savelle Clant. He is a resident historian and philosopher here in Valleese. He has been helping us figure out what is on the scrolls." Van also shook this man's hand. Savelle smiled.

"You are kind of heart young man, and you will need that to be a great King." the old man said, a mystic tone to his voice. Van looked at the man, wanting to ask what that meant, but decided against it.

"Anyway," Nairva continued. He walked into a back room separated by a curtain and came back with a very large wooden crate. "I believe these are what you'll be interested in." he set the heavy crate down as carefully as he could. Van looked at the ancient parchments. They were in extraordinarily good condition considering their age. Then an old, thin and wrinkled hand reached in and grabbed one.

"I think you will be interested in this particular scroll, King Van." said Savelle.

He unrolled it and held it in front of him. Then he began to read in his quiet voice.

"The Wing Goddess will come to Gaea from the Mystic Moon to help cleanse it of evil. Though tempted by destructive forces She will ultimately choose the side of good. Also, when a tired soul falls She will be the only one to reach him. The wish of the Wing Goddess will change the world. But once She has brought an end to the Evil Half, and brought peace to the soul who so longs for release, She will be quickly called back to her Homeland."

Savelle stopped breifly and was about to speak again when interrupted by Merle.

"But that's already happened you old coot! That was when Lord Van's brother tried to..."She
stopped as soon as she saw Van's face.

Van looked completely despondent. His mind unwillingly flashed over events from the past. How he had witnessed his brother die before he could even say he was sorry. He had forgiven his brother but had never even gotten the words out before the chance was taken away from him.

"Oh Lord Van." Merle whimpered, coming up behind him and loosely hugging him.

"Your Highness?" Savelle asked.

"Keep reading." Van ordered, desperate to hear more. Savelle obeyed.

"Not long after Her ascension, the Wing Goddess will be once again be called back to Gaea, for a new evil will vie for her power and loyalty. She will be once again caught in between the two great powers. When this time comes, Gaea will be in it's greatest peril, for if evil succeeds, an existence worse than oblivion will consume all in it's darkness. We warn those who come after us, there will be signs that will harold the second coming of the Wing Goddess. The first will be the reappearance of the Mystic Moon. The second will be a call from the Shadows from a fallen Dragon. And the third and most important of all, will be known to none other than the Lost Soul. He will know the exact moment the Wing Goddess has descended once again."

Savelle stopped, and Van was thankful, for otherwise he would have started crying. He felt a spasm run through his body, rendering him weak, feeling lost and alone.

"Lord Van, what is it?" Merle asked quietly. All present remained quiet, trying not to stare at the hurt young man but unable to do anything else. Suddenly, a loud commotion came from outside.

"Captain Nairva! Captain Nairva!" came a voice. A young worker came rushing into the tent and ran right past Van and his friends.

"Captain Nairva! Come outside right away!" he said, out of breathe.

"What is it?" but the workers only response was his arm raising and his finger pointing to the door of the tent.

All quickly made their way to the entrance of the tent. Outside the air was cool and the sun was high in the sky. They could all see the workers stopping everything and looking up at the sky, pointing. They followed their pointing fingers. There hanging in midair, was a new orb in the sky. One which hadn't been seen for three years.

"The Mystic Moon." Van uttered breathlessly.

"So it has begun." Savelle stated. All just stared at the spectacle. In awe of this omen from the heavens.