Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of Escaflowne ❯ Chapter 15:Choices ( Chapter 15 )

Chapter 15:Choices

Miguel innocently walked down the dark hallway heading to the gym. As he ventured down the hall, he came across a figure huddled in a ball, leaning against the wall. He stopped in his tracks and bent down to see whom it was. "Sarah . . .?" slowly her head rose to meet with Miguel's blue eyes. "What's the matter?" he asked her as he noticed the tear stained cheeks and the red mark on her face.

A stifle chuckle escaped her lips. "What's wrong?" she took in a deep breath and thought where to start. "There's a shit load of things wrong!" her eyes narrowed as she looked away from Miguel. "So how do you want it? Alphabetically or chronologically?"

"Who hit you?" Sarah lowered her head in hopes to stop him from seeing her tears.

"He- . . .Di . . .Dilandau." she was reliving the moment all over again. It was so painful. They had just had the most wonderful night together than that happened.

"Lord Dilandau's back?" Sarah just rolled her eyes at him. *Not surprising at all. Of course you idiot!* she wanted to yell and scream just to get all her anger and frustrations out.

"Well no shit." she spat bitterly. "I just don't understand though." Sarah sighed and leaned back against the wall. "He . . .his eyes . . .they were so different before. Now . . .now they just seem so full of hate. They use to be so warm but now they're different." a small smile came to her lips. "It just fucking well figures. I meant to be alone for all eternity. Everything just has to be a fucking challenge for me. Nothing ever comes easy for me." tears spilled down her cheeks like waterfalls. "Either that or this is all one fucking dream." she shut her eyes tightly and hoped it was nothing but a dream.

Miguel stood up and looked at her in pity. What had she done to deserve such a cruel fate? A cruel destiny? He held his hand out towards her. "here, let me help you up." Sarah looked at his hand and stubbornly accepted.

"Lord Folken?" the young page asked as he entered the large laboratory.

Folken sat at his desk jotting down notes in a brown leather book which was bond together with leather straps. "What is it?" he asked annoyed.

"It's Lord Dilandau." he began. Folken gestured for him to continue as he went to place his quill down. "He has returned and is gathering the Dragon Slayers. Lord Dilandau said to report to you that he and the Dragon Slayers are breaking apart from the alliance and returning to the Zaibach side." this new information of Dilandau's actions confused Folken.

"Thank you. You are dismissed." Folken sat down and tried to figure out why Dilandau was opposing the alliance now. Something didn't seem right. Then that's when it hit him. *the sorcerers . . .* it could only explain Dilandau's disappearance and sudden rebellion.

"Miguel!" Chesta yelled as he ran down the hallway to his comrade.

"Whoa Chesta, what's wrong?" Chesta leaned over and panted.

"We have to report to the hanger now."

"Why?"

"Something about breaking away from the alliance and rejoining Zaibach." the news confused both Miguel and Sarah. The question of why popped into their heads but never made it to their lips. "If you're going to ask why, don't because I have no idea myself. However, he also said that you don't have to go if you don't want to. He said that all the cowards can stay behind. He has no use for cowards." something was obviously wrong.

Sarah went with Miguel and Chesta to the hanger. There most of the Dragon Slayers stood waiting for others to show up. Dilandau went over his speech with her loyal soldiers and explained that he had absolutely no use for cowards. Of course, all of the Dragon Slayers claimed that they would never be cowards.

"Chesta, let me ask you something." the blond slayer turned his head to face Sarah. "What do you think of the alliance? Do you really want to fight against it?" the question stirred some thought in him.

"Not really. I was actually happy when Lord Folken created he alliance-"

"Then why are you going to leave if you agree with it?" he opened his mouth but thought about what he would say.

"Because Lord Dilandau is our commander and we will stay with him-"

"Even if it means you could die?" Chesta nodded proudly. "Oh god. Why don't you just do what you want rather than be told what to do. I know you have your loyalties but just for once just think of the consequences. Do you really want to die for something you don't believe in?" Chesta remained silent. His answer was obvious. He didn't really want to go.

"You're right. I'm not going." Miguel turned around quickly.

"Are you out of your mind?!" he yelled lowly.

"C'mon Miguel, I know you don't agree with Emperor Dornkirk's method and I know you like the alliance." Miguel just frowned but it was all true. "You can go and die if you want to but I don't want to. If I'm going to die it will be believing in what I know is right."

By the time Dilandau and what was left of his Dragon Slayers there were only six left on the Vione. Dilandau didn't really care that they didn't go. He just considered them cowards for staying.

A/N: sorry about the shortness