Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of Escaflowne ❯ Chapter 8: Revelations ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter 8: Revelations

*Why . . .why am I acting like this? What is this feeling I get from her?* Dilandau locked gazes with Sarah. Her sapphire blue eyes pierced through his soul. The strange feeling lurking deep within himself grew stronger the longer they looked into each other's eyes. It was as if someone had taken over Dilandau. He couldn't be cruel or harsh to her. his heart wouldn't let him.

Sarah shut her eyes and did something she never thought she would do. Her arms snaked around Dilandau's back and she pressed her lips firmly against him. Dilandau was taken back by her sudden aggressiveness. His eyes had done it again to her. They ignited the hidden passion inside of her.

Gatti and Miguel walked through the maze of hallways heading to their quarters. Gatti, though, stopped dead in his tracks when they came to the catwalk. When Miguel realized his comrade had stopped, he too did and turned to ask why.

"Gatti?"

"I think we should go the other way." Miguel looked at him as if his friend had gone mad.

"Why? This is the short cut?" Gatti simply pointed passed Miguel for his reason. Miguel turned around and looked. "Whoa, look at Lord Dilandau go!" Gatti rolled his eyes.

"Come on, let's go." Miguel nodded and followed.

Sarah woke up in the arms of Dilandau. Her head rested on his naked and well defined chest. Unlike the last time she awoke with his arm around, she didn't feel scared at all. Her dream took away all her fears.

She had dreamt that she was walking in a garden. She had, had that dream before many times. A soft hand touched her shoulder, like usual. She turned around to see a beautiful angelic woman, one of her three spirit guides. Sarah rose from her feet and walked with the woman. Her face was pale. She had piecing blue eyes and long gold white hair. She wore a simple long whit gown that rested on her shoulders softly. Around her was a faint blue aura.

"What should I do Nora?" Sarah asked the woman. Both came to a stop in front of fountain. Nora ran her hand over the water and looked deep into Sarah's eyes. She knew what to do. It wasn't the first time Nora had done this before.

"Remember Sarah, this is the fountain of truths. Look and you shall see." Sarah stepped forward and looked into the water.

"Follow . . .my heart. . .?" she looked up at Nora confused. "What does that mean?"

"You must do what your heart says. Love will concur all obstacles."

"But who do I love? I'm too young to know what love is Nora." she smiled at Sarah and shook her head no.

"You are never too young to know what love is. You have met your soul mate already. You may not want to accept him but he is your soul mate and deep inside her truly loves you." Sarah's eyes widened.

"You can't be talking about Dilandau. Please tell me you're not." Nora looked at her sadly.

"I can never lie. He is your soul mate Sarah. He may be afraid to show his love because of his reputation but just remember, he does truly love you . . ." everything began to fade away and the dream had ended.

*Nora, I'm trusting you on this one. You're always right so I shouldn't block him out any more.* she breathed in his intoxicating sent and smiled. *We must be soul mates. It would only explain this feeling I get between us.* Sarah nuzzled closer to him for warmth.

Folken sat alone in his study thinking of what Sarah had said. He looked up from his desk and watched the morning sun rise. He had never felt so baffled about anything in his life before. He knew Dornkirk's theories weren't wrong his methods however were. Could he really help anyone who put little value on human life?

Folken however felt he had no choice but to help his Emperor. After all, his science and technology saved him when he should have died. He owed his life to Dornkirk and promised to himself that he would pay back Dornkirk for saving his life. *Tomorrow's another day. I'll think more about this then and after my meetings with King Aston.*