Never Alone (P1 of 3, 4/9)

[Iesu]

Chapter four- Thoughts
This day marked a great victory for the small rebellion. Dagoth pass, a strategic area for mass recruitment, easy enough for other towns to gain access yet still a suitable place to fend of the empire?s attacks. It was in this time that their sacrifices bore fruit, the empire started to worry about this little upstart army moreover that they were defeated by a petty legion of militia; they had worse to fear on days ahead.
The fallen king laid back upon his sheathed blade, the soft blowing of the wind rustling the leaves upon trees, making a calming sound. He has sacrificed much, maybe much more than others, his country taken and burned to the ground, pitiful towns forming, trying to thrive upon the once grand kingdom and his dear friend, a feline woman, killed by an assault of his worst enemy.
Only the thought of the short haired girl made him move on, her final words echoing upon him as he slept, ?Even if we are far away from each other, we will always be together.?
The famous swordsman slowly walked up the hill, taking large cloth with him, looking upon the fallen king, he placed the make shift blanket over him, sighing heavily. He too had sacrificed much, his crew, ship all destroyed, only a few of his men were left living, and worse, the princess that had become his fianc? only a year ago had been swallowed by the inferno that destroyed his ship.
A tall man shifted his glasses up a bit, looking upon a map, wooden pieces of miniature soldiers scattered around it, almost all of them black, only a few were blue and one red. He took in a deep breath as he looked out upon the window. What this battle will do next was unknown only that they had to fight, for their sake and for Gaea?s.
Upon the corner, a bloated short man sat, his shaded glasses covered his eyes, tossing a pair of dice, he looked upon the tall man, and then up to the ceiling, his voice croaked, ?I haven?t heard of this war in any prophecy?
And in the mystic moon, the short haired girl held tightly upon a soft pillow, her eyes and cheeks stained with tears as she breathed slowly, mumbling softly in her sleep. Only two years ago did she feel alone, wishing only to disappear, for everyone to leave her, never to have a chance to hurt her. Her wish turned out half fulfilled as she was transported to Gaea, where her home planet was a scene upon the night sky. Inside the dragon armor Escaflowne, and the crimson gem that were around her neck, now being in the possession of the fallen king.
She felt different while with him, seeing the kindness in the fallen king?s eyes through all the anger, fear and hatred that he felt. She was the same as him, two lonely souls, finding someone that they wished to hurt them, giving them a sense of reality, strengthening their bond.
The fallen king and the short haired girl, both asleep under the same bright moon. Luna, the only thing common upon both their night skies, the white colored moon. Both having the same wish as they slept, to be with each other once again, to destroy the loneliness that they felt.
The vision then came to the short haired girl, her eyes closing tighter as she held her pillow closer to her. She saw the fallen king, standing upon the grounds of a familiar place, cars surrounding them though no people were there. His opponent, a large man in a robe, holding up his blade as he charged towards the fallen king. He shielded the attack with his arm guard, turning his blade, pushing it against the robed figure?s abdomen. The clash of steel was heard through the field as the two struggled to gain advantage. Suddenly, the robes of the large figure were ripped, a mechanical arm moving forth, piercing right through the fallen king?s chest, stabbing his heart.
The short haired girl sat up, screaming the fallen king?s name, her eyes wide with fear. She panted heavily, her whole body covered with sweat, new tears forming upon her eyes. Her night gown was clinging upon her form, her sweat dampening the cloth that covered her.
She dried her tears upon her pillow, trying to reassure herself, ?Please? don?t let it happen.?
The fallen king slowly opened his eyes, sitting up then looking back at the famous swordsman, his voice sheepish, ?Did you call for me??
The famous swordsman tilted his head, his look a bit confused, ?No? why??
The fallen king turned his eyes upon the mystic moon once again, sighing heavily as he shook his head, leaning back upon the hill, his head resting upon the saya of his blade. His hand moved absentmindedly upon the gem hanging from his neck, its warmth once more moving to his hand. He mumbled softly and then closed his eyes, shifting his form to the side a bit.
The famous swordsman shrugged, turning once more towards the fort only a few hours had been completed. Moving slowly to the small shack where the tall man and the bloated figure were. He looked over the map for a moment, lifting the red miniature soldier in his hand.
He looked upon the tall man, holding out the red soldier, his voice vague, ?Is it a bad idea placing Van to be in charge of the militia, Dryden??
The tall man shook his head slowly, pointing upon the map, near the blue mini soldiers were, ?The country of Adon is near our location, Allen. Those still loyal to Van will join our cause without hesitation.?
The famous swordsman placed the red soldier near the blue and nodded in agreement, his hand moving to trail the grain of the wooden table.
Upon the darkness, people spoke in hushed tones, figures moving in shadows, all speaking the same, the Goddess of Wings was being called, it was only time until she will be moved to Gaea from the mystic moon.

[WaterGoddessX]

Very....very interesting....*hehe*