Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of Escaflowne ❯ Chapter 17:Why is Life Unfair? ( Chapter 17 )

Chapter 17:Why is Life Unfair?

Christal sat alone in the large public park under an old willow tree. A gentle breeze made her black red locks of hair dance gracefully. She closed her chocolate brown eyes and sighed while closing her book. Her gaze wandered up to the sky and she began to think about her dreams. She wished she could believe that they were 'just' dreams but she knew every dream had a meaning.

"Sarah, where the fuck are you?" as she blinked, tears rolled down her pale face and landing on her ruby red shirt. It was the not knowing that got to her the most. What if she was abducted by aliens? The suggestion was awkward but that seemed like the only real reason.

But what about her dreams? What if they spoke the truth? What if she did go to another world and was kidnapped by a pyromaniac! Christal shook her head and tried to clear her mind. All the possibilities made her head spin.

"Your highness! We're under attack!" the Freid solder yelled as he entered the thrown room in the Freid castle.

"What!? By whom!?" Duke Freid demanded.

"Zaibach my lord!" Van narrowed his eyes at the news. *I knew you would do this brother.*

The Duke's eye's widened at the news. "Where is Strategos Folken?" he damned through his clenched teeth.

"He is in the study you offered to him." the soldier waited patiently for the Duke's orders as he remained bowing.

"Send for him at once and prepare our forces for battle." the soldier rose from his kneeling position and left at once.

"Duke I can assure you that I wasn't the one behind this attack. Although I have heard rumours of whom it may be." Duke Freid sat on his thrown looking displeased.

"Then Strategos, whom is it you believe is behind the attack?" the dike asked dryly.

"We have reason to believe it is General Dilandau Albatou. He recently left the Vione along with other soldiers under his command. We uncertain as to why he left but it's no doubt that he no longer agrees with the terms of the alliance."

The sandy blond girl watched the young king spar with his rival, the heavenly knight of Asturia. Heir fight lasted longer than normal but the victor was the knight. The young king sheathed his sword while muttering a curse under his breath. "Van, what's wrong?" the sandy blond asked sympathetically as she stood up.

"Nothing Hitomi." he replied.

Hitomi narrowed her emerald green eyes. She knew he was lying. "Van, seriously what's wrong?" Van glanced at Hitomi and looked away quickly. He bit his lip feeling frustrated. He knew what was wrong but he couldn't put it in words.

"Folken . . ." he huffed. "He . . .I just don't believe that he would change sides and now with this sudden attack against us by Zaibach it just seems that Folken had it all planned."

"Van, can't you just forgive and forget? You are brothers and brothers don't just act like this."

"And how the hell would you know! There's a lot of things brothers don't do! one being they don't run away from the rite of succession like Folken!" Hitomi narrowed her eyes at Van's outburst.

"So what if he ran away! Only heartless people would turn down their own brother!" Van's eyes widened at her remark. He opened his mouth to rebuttal but nothing came out. Allen raised an eyebrow and watched in the two teens argue in amusement.

Van huffed and let out a muttered growl. His feeling of frustration was soaring high and his anger was flaring like a wild fire. Not wanting to make things worse he just turned away from Hitomi and left.

Sarah laid alone in the large bed in which 'he' had stolen her innocents. Tears flowed down her cheeks like a waterfall. Everything in her life was falling apart. *this has to be a dream or nightmare. If not, then life is one hell of a bitch*. Not being able to hold back her tears any longer, she let it all out. She sobbed uncontrollably. First she was ripped away from her home, kidnapped by a sex crazed pyromaniac, raped, fell in love and only to lose it all.

She rolled onto her other side and dried away her tears with the red silk pillow. She stared at the desk by the bed for some time. She wasn't looking at anything particular. Not until she saw it. It would be her ticket out of this nightmare.

Weakly she sat up right and pushed away the red and black silk sheets. She crawled to the edge slowly and stood up on the clod metallic floor. The coldness of the floor sent shivers up her spine but she just ignored it. She was too focussed on her way out.

She walked slowly to the desk and picked up the sheathed sword. She removed it from the sheath and looked at the blade in awe. All she had to do was stab herself in the chest and it would be all over.

A smile came to her lips as she held the sword delicately in her hands. She went to position it over her chest but stopped as she heard his voice. *Don't . . .* he said sadly. The sound of it startled her. The sword fell from her hands and landed on the floor with a clang.

"Dil . . .Dilandau . . .?" she looked down at the sword confused. *What was I about to do? Why had I given up hope?*

A/N: I know it's short and not so great and I am sorry