Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of Escaflowne ❯ Chapter 10: Change ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter 10: Change

When Sarah ha awoken from her slumber, she found herself alone in the room. *I wonder where Dilandau is.* she slipped out of the bed and noticed his uniform wasn't anywhere in sight. She felt it to be a relief that he was gone but what Nora had said to her about them being soul mates made her actually miss him.

As she walked to the washroom, her head began to throb and she felt a bit dizzy. *God, I'm never going to drink like that again.* The events of the previous night were a bit of a blur but she still remembered being more wasted than the Dragon Slayers.

Once she made it to the washroom she ran a hot bath to relax in. she shut the washroom door and undressed herself. Slowly she slipped into the tub and relaxed. The hot water soothed all her aches and pains.

After relaxing in the tub for half an hour, Sarah felt it was time to get out. As she stood up, she grabbed the neatly folded towel and wrapped it around her body. She walked out of he washroom and found a new set of clothes fold on the bed. At first she thought they were Dilandau's but they would have been too small for him so she figured they were for her and out them on.

They were much like what she wore the other day but instead on a blue tunic, it was a red one and as were the boots he had left her. Instantly she felt something strange. *Why would he give me new boots that are the same as his?* The question puzzled her. What was he up to?

In the heart of the Zaibach empire, the elite group of sorcerers gathered to speak with their Emperor. All kneeled or bowed their heads to the old man who sat in the large life support machine. "My Lord Dornkirk, we have received word that our ultimate warrior is falling ill." the old man frowned at his sorcerers.

"Ill?" he questioned.

"Yes my Lord. He is gaining emotion which will cloud his judgement and make him weak." another sorcerer answered.

"What is the cause of this ailment?"

"We have reason to believe it is the girl he had taken prisoner from the Asturian outpost." the emperor thought long and hard of a decision that would not lead to disaster for their plan. If they were to take him from the Vione then they would have to hold off their invasion of the Duchy of Freid. *Too many set backs would take place if we were to bring him back for more fate alteration.* However, it seemed they had no choice.

"Bring the boy here for further fate alteration."

After Sarah had dressed herself she decided to venture out of the room and look for something to entertain herself. After wandering for not too long, she came across a gym. Curious, she went in and looked around.

While she took a closer look at some of the training equipment, from the corner of her eye she saw a white flash. She turned around quickly to see what it was. However she saw nothing. *Strange . . .* she turned her attention back to the equipment again only to stop half way when she felt something hit her foot softly. She looked down to the ground and saw a white and black soccer ball. *How did this get here?* she wondered as she bent down to pick it up.

An idea came to mind as she held the ball in her hands. *Well, I haven't practised in over a week and no one's around so . . .* she dropped the ball and began to just play with the ball using her feet. She bounced it upwards and caught it with her left foot. The ball bounced off of it and she caught it with her other foot.

Miguel and Gatti walked together towards the training gym. When they came to the door way they saw two of their fellow Dragon Slayers just standing there. "Chesta, what are you doing?" Miguel asked. The blond haired slayer just pointed to the interior of the room. Confused, Miguel and Gatti looked inside to see their Lord Dilandau's mistress doing something with a shiny black and white ball.

The crowd of Dragon Slayers grew as more and more arrived to do their training. "So Chesta, how long has she been doing this?" a slayer with shoulder length chestnut brown hair asked as he arrived on the scene.

"Probably an hour at least now, Dallet." he replied not being able to remove his eyes from the sight.

"An hour!?" none of them imagined that a woman of her smaller size could go that long doing whatever it was she was doing.

As Sarah bounced the ball on the crown of her forehead, she accidentally bounced it off in the wrong spot and sent it rolling towards the doorway. When she turned around she saw a rather large crowd of the Dragon Slayers standing there. Her face went red instantly as they began to applaud her.

They slayers moved from the door way and went into the gym. Of course they had a few questions to ask her and Violle got to be the first to ask. "How did you do all of that?" Sarah blushed and avoided any eye contact.

"Well I learned it from years of practising and playing soccer."

"Soccer? What's that?" Dallet asked.

"It's a sport we play-"

"Are you really from the Mystic Moon?" Sarah was taken back by the question. The slayer who had asked was rather tall and had curly blond hair.

"Guimel, come on, we know she's from the east like the Allen Schezar had said." Dallet said in a matter-of-fact kind of way. Guimel shook his head.

"That's not what I heard Lord Folken say when he spoke with Emperor Dornkirk. Actually it was the Emperor who said she was from there." the slayers all turned their attention back to Sarah who was looking uneasy. "So, is it true?"

"Um, what difference would it make if I was?" she asked them shyly and hoping to dodge the question.

"Not much, so are you really from there?" Miguel said. *I might as well tell them. The odds are kind of against me.*

"Uh yea but we don't call it the Mystic Moon, we call it Earth."

Dilandau sat in the meeting room with Folken and a few other authorities bored out of his mind. They kept of bickering about what to do. The majority of them were considering on betraying their country, Zaibach. Dilandau didn't care who's side he was on, just as long as he could fight in a guymelef. By the end of the meeting they had settled on an agreement. They were going to abandon the empire and allie themselves with the Duchy of Freid and Asturia.