Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Swords and Tears ❯ Thoughts of another... ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two

Unknown to the poor unconscious youth, he had escaped a terrible evil when Allen's scouts found him. In the trees above him sat a mirror. Small enough to be overlooked but large enough to be used properly. The person on the other end gets pictures but no sound. And the sight he got when the scouts arrived was not a good one. He wanted the dark haired boy and had been pursuing him for quite some time. This just made things worse. Allen would just have to be visited. Kindly or not, his decision. The mirror closed and the man went back to his studies. In the dark, as was his custom, a cricket chirped.

"I will have you, my young king. Count on it." Was the dark reply.

Allen had the guards put the boy in his rooms. He wanted him to get used to his surroundings fast. When the door had been closed and the guards given the rest of the night off, Allen smacked the boy and woke him suddenly. He shot up in the large bed and grabbed his hurting face.

"What was that for?!" He cried. "What'd I do to you?!"

Allen returned the question with a smack. The boy cried aloud and cringed against the headboard. He yelled something Allen didn't immediately recognize and kept crying. Is hands were clasped against his chest almost like praying. Allen stopped himself before hitting the youth again and stared anew.

"What did you just say?" He asked the crying figure. "Answer me!"

The boy sunk back and repeated it. "Te amo fusil hend ja."

Allen stood staring again with his mouth agape. "What do you mean `you know I don't hate you? How could I possibly not hate you? You were hiding in my forest! And how do you know that language?"

The boy hesitated and answered again. "Te amo fusil hend ja."

"I heard you the first time!" Allen yelled and went to strike the boy a third time, but his blow missed the mark. Just as his fist came down, it dawned on him. //The Strategos. He spoke in that language. It took me months to teach him English! What if this boy is the same way! It could take forever to make him good enough. Damn it! //

Allen stepped away from the crying boy and left the room. Running down the hallway to the sorcerer's rooms, he couldn't stop thinking about the Strategos. When he finally arrived at the sorcerer's rooms, he banged on the door and didn't stop until the man answered. When the magic man saw who it was, he ripped the door open and admitted him. Of course he wouldn't have not admitted him, but his reaction was quite a bit faster. He persuaded Allen to sit down and tell him what had happened. Allen took a deep breath and started.

"The night we had that maddening storm, I believe it was blue-fifth moon… I was awakened by a strange noise on my balcony. I picked up my sword from the side table and stepped outside. There was a man standing there. He was magnificent! His hair shone like the moonlight and his eyes //red eyes // were quite a colour too. He beckoned me to him and I didn't hesitate. I felt as if I had no fear at all. He embraced me and we stood for what seemed like forever. He spoke to me in a language I didn't understand. He said in English that it didn't matter that I didn't understand him, but that we'd always be together. That was the Strategos, Dornkirk. He was with me for ten years before he left me." Allen was crying now, the thoughts of his lost love becoming sadder. "And now my scouts have brought back a boy from the forest who speaks the same language as Folken and his eyes are the same. You don't think he could be Folken playing a trick on me do you?" Allen looked up with wondering eyes and saw the pain in Dornkirk's face.

"Dear Allen. You know your beloved is dead. He has been for a year. If there was ever a way to come back from death as another young boy, then I haven't found it yet. And I am the wisest and the eldest of my kind. I believe that this boy whom you have found has a link to the Strategos, however small. You must gain his trust, which doesn't mean hitting him anymore, (Allen blushed and looked away at this remark) and make him feel comfortable here. You know his language. Use it to gain his attention. Please don't make the same mistakes with him as you did with your last lover. That must never be repeated. Now if you don't mind Sir knight, I have work to do."

And the grizzled old man left Allen in the hallway with his thoughts. Alone again, he walked towards his rooms to face the pain of loving another. Another, whose resemblance to his previous lover was uncanny. //I believe I can do this. Didn't I tell myself that I could do it? Please Folken, give me the strength I need to endure this. // Stopping at his door, Allen heard noises of distress. He opened the door and was terrified by what he saw…

A/N~Who's badder than me? Noone! Why does Allen fear this newcomer now when he thought he could break him before? Is there something hiding in Allen's subconscious that we don't know about? Or that he himself has buried there for a reason? I will continue this, but you hafta beg for it! *waits* Aww, nevermind, just read the next one when I post it and be happy. //_~