Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ To Mend the Rose ❯ Enmu ( Chapter 2 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Feye Morgan 
Dilandau meets a stranger in the woods, who offers to take him in.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.10.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 260 | Status: Work In Progress
Dilandau meets a stranger in the woods, who offers to take him in.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.10.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 260 | Status: Work In Progress
NOTE: Serena does not exist in this thread. Or, at least, if she does, she is never brought up. The Fate Alteration was a brilliant success in that, although Dilandau's mind is as fragile as pyrex, he does not revert back into Serena's form. Well and good. ^_^ Oh, and if anyone wants an update email notice, tell me in your review and I'll write it down. For those of you who don't visit FFN often, or who just like to be notified.
Disclaimer: Do I LOOK like I own Escaflowne? HUH? I'm a poor kid whose going into college. I have no money. Much LESS do I own the most wonderful anime in the world. So there.
ONWARD!
MENDING THE ROSE: ENMU by Feye Morgan
Blood is spilt, cries rend the darkened air, and lives flee the chaos for the unknown. Somewhere a blinding light rips through the battlefield, shattering the foundations of an empire like glass.
But deep in the forests near Palas, there is one who knows nothing of this. Nor would he care.
Twisted patterns of light shaped by sharply angled tree branches fell across silvery hair. Dilandau Albatou stood motionless amidst the tall forest sentinels.
"I am still alone," he whispered.
The noises of his Zaibach encampment were long gone now. Silence pressed in on him, suffocating. There was nothing to distract his mind from the pain.
Dilandau could still see their faces, clear as the day it had happened. They had screamed his name, terrified by the cold, dark face of death lunging at him. Dilandau had frozen, unable to do anything but watch as the Dragon mercilessly cut down his soldiers.
~They had trusted me. I failed them. I killed them~
Dilandau fell to his knees. He had been wandering for almost an entire day now. His hair was mussed and dirty. His crimson eyes, still dull, now sported dark rings of fatigue around them. Those eyes were now fixed on a small, faded red object in his hand.
"Where do I go now?" Dilandau asked the rose petal bitterly. It gave no answer. He was truly alone.
Hitori.
Why?
He had deserted the Zaibach Army. He had left all that he had ever known. His life was pointless.
~Where do I go now? I have nothing. Nothing save my pain~ The tired albino lowered his head. Perhaps he was too late. He had no country now. He had no allies, only enemies. Who would give him another chance?
Too late for redemption. Too late to mend his shattered life.
Dilandau sighed and let himself slide sideways to the ground. His hand picked fitfully at the sparse grasses. He had never felt so depressed in his life.
The albino was so preoccupied in keeping his mind blank that he failed to notice the tendrils of mist forming amidst the trees. A slight chilly wind tickled Dilandau's hair.
~Wind?~ The albino frowned and focused his eyes away from the misfortunate patch of grass.
The gently swirling fog had become very dense very quickly. Dilandau scrambled to his feet and inadvertantly reached for his katana.
~Relax~ Dilandau told himself. ~It's just mist. That's all. Besides, if you die now, what difference does it make?~
Against his better judgement, Dilandau stepped forward. Mist should not form this quickly, even in the forest. But then, Dilandau had never spent much time in the woods, so how would he know?
The mist was all around him now. Its chill crept through his armor and seeped into his skin. Dilandau shuddered involuntarily. He stretched out a hand in front of himself, and walked slowly forward, peering through the nearly impenetrable smoky wall.
Mist. Folken had once told him that superstitions people believed that spirits lived in the mist. But those were faerie-tales, and not to be taken seriously. But this mist seemed so unnatural...Dilandau was beginning to wonder about those faerie tales.
He walked for several more minutes. The fog did not grow any thicker, nor did it lessed. It merely swirled, almost tauntingly.
~Maybe it was a mistake to leave Zaibach~ The mist cleared a tiny bit, but Dilandau did not notice. He was too deep in his thoughts. ~Maybe I should have just fought and died in the last battle. It would have been just as well~
No. What if Dilandau didn't die in the battle? There would be madoushi waiting for him back in Zaibach.
~I would rather lead a life without direction, than wind up back in Their clutches~
Movement in the mist before him snapped Dilandau back to reality. He froze, and placed his hand on the hilt of his katana warily. He narrowed his eyes, trying to cut through the milky barrier.
A shape formed. A human shape.
"Who's there?" Dilandau called. The shape kept coming without answering. Slowly, the mist subsided, revealing the forest around him.
A man, around Folken's age, perhaps younger, stood ten feet away from the albino. His hair was a light blue, and his eyes, as far as Dilandau could tell from the distance, were a strange steel grey. He wore the simple attire of the woodland folk. The man was staring curiously at Dilandau.
"Who are you?" the wary albino asked.
"Watashi wa Enmu desu," the man smiled. His voice was deep and friendly. "You must be a soldier. What is your name?"
Dilandau hestitated briefly. Was this Enmu a friend of Zaibach? Unlikely, being so close to Palas. Had he heard of Dilandau?
Did it really matter?
"Dilandau."
Enmu nodded. "Dilandau." Apparently the name held no meaning for him. So much the better. Some of these cottege folk never ventured outside of their forest homes.
"Well, you look worn down. Why don't you come with me and you can rest up a bit. My home is just a short walk from here."
Dilandau -was- tired. In fact, he was exhausted. And furthermore, this Enmu was company, even if he was a stranger. It was better than being alone again...
"Thank you, Enmu-san. Your hospiatlity is very welcome indeed."
~Perhaps some rest and food will make me feel better. Perhaps...perhaps I can stop thinking about them. At least for a little while~
As Dilandau followed the young man, his eyes wandered inadvertantly over his shoulder.
There was no sign of the mist.
~*~*~*~*~
Disclaimer: Do I LOOK like I own Escaflowne? HUH? I'm a poor kid whose going into college. I have no money. Much LESS do I own the most wonderful anime in the world. So there.
ONWARD!
MENDING THE ROSE: ENMU by Feye Morgan
Blood is spilt, cries rend the darkened air, and lives flee the chaos for the unknown. Somewhere a blinding light rips through the battlefield, shattering the foundations of an empire like glass.
But deep in the forests near Palas, there is one who knows nothing of this. Nor would he care.
Twisted patterns of light shaped by sharply angled tree branches fell across silvery hair. Dilandau Albatou stood motionless amidst the tall forest sentinels.
"I am still alone," he whispered.
The noises of his Zaibach encampment were long gone now. Silence pressed in on him, suffocating. There was nothing to distract his mind from the pain.
Dilandau could still see their faces, clear as the day it had happened. They had screamed his name, terrified by the cold, dark face of death lunging at him. Dilandau had frozen, unable to do anything but watch as the Dragon mercilessly cut down his soldiers.
~They had trusted me. I failed them. I killed them~
Dilandau fell to his knees. He had been wandering for almost an entire day now. His hair was mussed and dirty. His crimson eyes, still dull, now sported dark rings of fatigue around them. Those eyes were now fixed on a small, faded red object in his hand.
"Where do I go now?" Dilandau asked the rose petal bitterly. It gave no answer. He was truly alone.
Hitori.
Why?
He had deserted the Zaibach Army. He had left all that he had ever known. His life was pointless.
~Where do I go now? I have nothing. Nothing save my pain~ The tired albino lowered his head. Perhaps he was too late. He had no country now. He had no allies, only enemies. Who would give him another chance?
Too late for redemption. Too late to mend his shattered life.
Dilandau sighed and let himself slide sideways to the ground. His hand picked fitfully at the sparse grasses. He had never felt so depressed in his life.
The albino was so preoccupied in keeping his mind blank that he failed to notice the tendrils of mist forming amidst the trees. A slight chilly wind tickled Dilandau's hair.
~Wind?~ The albino frowned and focused his eyes away from the misfortunate patch of grass.
The gently swirling fog had become very dense very quickly. Dilandau scrambled to his feet and inadvertantly reached for his katana.
~Relax~ Dilandau told himself. ~It's just mist. That's all. Besides, if you die now, what difference does it make?~
Against his better judgement, Dilandau stepped forward. Mist should not form this quickly, even in the forest. But then, Dilandau had never spent much time in the woods, so how would he know?
The mist was all around him now. Its chill crept through his armor and seeped into his skin. Dilandau shuddered involuntarily. He stretched out a hand in front of himself, and walked slowly forward, peering through the nearly impenetrable smoky wall.
Mist. Folken had once told him that superstitions people believed that spirits lived in the mist. But those were faerie-tales, and not to be taken seriously. But this mist seemed so unnatural...Dilandau was beginning to wonder about those faerie tales.
He walked for several more minutes. The fog did not grow any thicker, nor did it lessed. It merely swirled, almost tauntingly.
~Maybe it was a mistake to leave Zaibach~ The mist cleared a tiny bit, but Dilandau did not notice. He was too deep in his thoughts. ~Maybe I should have just fought and died in the last battle. It would have been just as well~
No. What if Dilandau didn't die in the battle? There would be madoushi waiting for him back in Zaibach.
~I would rather lead a life without direction, than wind up back in Their clutches~
Movement in the mist before him snapped Dilandau back to reality. He froze, and placed his hand on the hilt of his katana warily. He narrowed his eyes, trying to cut through the milky barrier.
A shape formed. A human shape.
"Who's there?" Dilandau called. The shape kept coming without answering. Slowly, the mist subsided, revealing the forest around him.
A man, around Folken's age, perhaps younger, stood ten feet away from the albino. His hair was a light blue, and his eyes, as far as Dilandau could tell from the distance, were a strange steel grey. He wore the simple attire of the woodland folk. The man was staring curiously at Dilandau.
"Who are you?" the wary albino asked.
"Watashi wa Enmu desu," the man smiled. His voice was deep and friendly. "You must be a soldier. What is your name?"
Dilandau hestitated briefly. Was this Enmu a friend of Zaibach? Unlikely, being so close to Palas. Had he heard of Dilandau?
Did it really matter?
"Dilandau."
Enmu nodded. "Dilandau." Apparently the name held no meaning for him. So much the better. Some of these cottege folk never ventured outside of their forest homes.
"Well, you look worn down. Why don't you come with me and you can rest up a bit. My home is just a short walk from here."
Dilandau -was- tired. In fact, he was exhausted. And furthermore, this Enmu was company, even if he was a stranger. It was better than being alone again...
"Thank you, Enmu-san. Your hospiatlity is very welcome indeed."
~Perhaps some rest and food will make me feel better. Perhaps...perhaps I can stop thinking about them. At least for a little while~
As Dilandau followed the young man, his eyes wandered inadvertantly over his shoulder.
There was no sign of the mist.
~*~*~*~*~