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BACK TO NOWHERE by: bluegreen13
a/n: this is a very short chapter. it only tells of the “awakening” of the villain. there is not only one and this story is told through their mindframes. through their thoughts. this chapter only aims to explain how the antagonists came to be. previously: in chapter 5, the girl... megumi is transported to gaea where she meets kale, the lone fanelian prince and van-sama, whom she suspects is her real father.
chapter six: awakening
The woman laughed out loud. *He will soon awaken,* she thought. The man she had thought of waking for so many years. The only man she knew who could help her achieve her goal. The man who she knew hated Him almost as much as she did. “Van of Fanelia,” she whispered. “Soon. . .” He looked at the face of the man in front of him. She touched his face. “I had worked so hard to separate you from that body and give you your own,” she said scoldingly to the lifeless body. “You better not fail me.” She looked at the man. It was almost time. She placed her hand on her neck and felt the necklace. Bad memories soared through her head. *I loved him,* she thought angrily. *I made myself believe that I loved him. Even in a single day! I even made myself look like Her!* And now she hated him. Anger had grown inside her for the past 16 and a half years. “I will get revenge,” she whispered angrily. It was the words of a crazed woman. The words of a woman full of hatred. The words of a woman hungry for revenge. She turned around and hid in the shadows. There was nothing more left to be done for now but wait for the “awakening.” --- A man opened his eyes. “Where am I. . .?” he mused. When he looked up the sky, he saw the Mystic Moon. “What happened. . .? The girl. . .” he trailed off. Everything was coming back. The girl. . . the seeress from the Mystic Moon. . . Escaflowne. . . He touched the scar on his cheek. “It was as much her fault as his. . .” he scowled. A figure was approaching from the darkness. It was a lady. When she came into the light, he saw her face. She had long, dark, wavy, purplish-black hair that came down below her waist. Her eyes were piercing, they had an effect on you, like you want to drown in them whenever you look at them. They were green, the same as the seeress’ eyes. He scowled at the thought. “That girl. . .” he sneered. He turned his eyes to the lady again. She wore a long robe, it was made of thin, fine cloth of navy blue. The lady in front of him was an elegant one. She walked with poise, with bearing. The moonlight reflected on her neck. Then he saw it. A necklace. The pendant. The pendant was the same as of the seeress’! “You!” he growled. She didn’t have the same hair color. But he could have sworn it was her. The girl, the seeress from the Mystic Moon. “What are you doing here!” he cried. “Do you dare challenge me?!” “No, my sweet,” the lady laughed. Her voice was husky. Low and had a certain ring to it. It wasn’t the voice of the seeress. And her laugh. Her laugh was different. She smiled. It was almost the smile of the seeress. But he was now sure that it wasn’t her. The Girl would never laugh at him like that. He was settling within himself if the lady in front of him was friend or foe. “The necklace. . .” he glowered. She laughed again. He was getting used to her laugh. It wasn’t unpleasant. Not high-pitched. She fingered her necklace. It was the same as the Girl’s. No, it was darker. It was of a different shade. Almost ruby red. The Girl’s pendant was lighter. She came closer to him. “Follow me,” she whispered to his ear in that low husky voice. He felt drawn to her. He felt he could not disagree. He had to follow her. She led him deep into the woods. *Who is she?* Suddenly she stopped and turned around. That was when he noticed the guymelf. He had been so drawn to the woman leading him that he did not notice anything else. “Dracaena^ is yours,” the woman said with a smile, her eyes with a sparkle, “Dilandau Albatou.” Dilandau almost gasped. It was an amazing guymelf. It was a Hispanic guymelf that slightly resembled Escaflowne, only the color was red and black and white all over. “Mine?” he questioned. “Mine?” “Yours,” the lady repeated. The man touched his scar and thought of the many different ways he could get revenge on all of them. . . To be continued. . .
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