As the sun went down beneath the horizon, a young man, standing at
the top of a windmill, put away the hammer he had been using to
repair the damage from the last storm. Wiping the sweat from his
forehead the man sighed and stared at the scene laid out before him.
Walking towards the edge of the windmill, the young man felt a rare
sense of peace as a light breeze washed over his face and the sunset
bathed the sky in orange hues.
An elsewhere story. Evangelion fantasy style!
As the sun went down beneath the horizon, a young man, standing at
"YOU! This is all your fault, isn't it?"
Shinji tiredly stared at the man known as Gwin, who was seething
in front of the place Shinji had often wished he could have called
home but for the indifference that had claimed him long ago. The old
man was angry, very angry, and probably for a good reason too. Shinji
could understand his anger and he knew that he couldn't hide from his
responsibilities. He couldn't deny reality when nearly half of the
village behind him was in flames.
"Yes," the young man admitted, without even a thought.
Numb. She felt numb.
The fact that she could feel anything at all surprised her. She
thought for sure that she would have died. She should be dead. She
had known the consequences of her choice. Without a cleric to bring
some life back to her drained body, her life should have ended.
But she was alive. Weakened beyond reason, but alive.
His muscles were sore from hours of hard labour. The afternoon sun
was harsh against the unprotected skin of his back. His hands hurt,
the skin raw from using the heavy labouring tools all day long. His
lips were dry and his throat hurt from thirst. Yet, for the first
time he could care to recall, Shinji was happy.
The sky was free of clouds and the full moon shone brightly in the
starry sky, a bright candle amidst the countless smaller ones. It
could hardly have been a better night for travel when the three
companions emerged from the thick forests they had been traveling in
for the past few hours. Now free of the trees,
Tabris walked the streets of Tokyo, his presence unnoticed among
the sea of people that crowded the main street, his powers kept
tightly in check, concealed by Lilith's life energies right beneath
Kensuke tightened the string on his lute one last time before
giving it a tentative strum. To a casual listener the instrument
produced a clear, if high-pitched note, but to the troubadour's
trained ears it sounded more like someone scraping their nails
against a pewter plate. He sighed in defeat, and laid the lute on his
lap as he himself leaned back against the wall adjacent to his bed,
closing his eyes as he massaged his temple with his hand.
"I can't believe it! How dare they make us wait a week?!"
While the older man seemed completely unfazed by his younger
companion's temper tantrum, he would be the first to say that it was
in fact an acquired skill. Experience had taught him well.
"It can't be helped, Asuka. Very few sailors dare sail the
seas of Japan, and with good reason. Many dangers lurk beneath the
sea once you've passed the barrier."
Asuka snorted. "Cowards, all of them."
"If they die, who will feed their families?"
As mentioned in my previous report, we traveled to the elven city
of Kelethin, where we spent the night.
It does not appear that High Priestess Ayanami has sensed any evil
from the Wind Chosen. The fact that he was allowed to cross the
Kelethin barrier itself suggests that there is no darkness in his
heart. However, I will continue to follow your instructions and watch
out for any suspicious behavior.
While the Royal Castle dwarfed it by its sheer size, Tokyo's Great
Cathedral of Lilith was still impressive to behold. The pure white
stone walls rose several stories high and the crystal statue of
Lilith that stood on its wooden roof was always a sight to see when
the sun shone against it.
High Mage Gendo walked through the empty back streets of Tokyo
undisturbed, only a shadow among others. Had someone's eyes actually
been able to look at him instead of instinctively turning away, they
might have noticed the resolution of his steps or the focused set of
Unlike those who lived amongst the squalor of Tokyo's back alleys,
he was a man with purpose.
Asuka awoke with a gasp, which might have become a scream if she
hadn't nearly choked on her own bile. While she coughed and tried to
catch her breath to answer the need of the heart hammering under her
breast her fingers frantically probed beside her. It was only when
her hand found and clutched the warm metal of her sword -- the sword
that always lay at her side -- did her breathing slow to a more
normal pace and her mind calmed down enough to think about what had
just happened. It also gave her something to focus on besides the
She was alive. Tied up, unarmed, but alive. She could remember
fighting against the elf, trying to get something of her cover story
out, then... fainting. How humiliating. If Lady Armisael ever heard
From her window Hikari tracked the progress of the crowd that had
gathered to see the Chosen of Lilith off. Distance and the crowds
prevented her from actually seeing her friends, but by following the
cheers and the movements of the multitudes she could guess where they
Touji's nostrils flared as he saw the orc toss the girl aside like
she was trash. He could hear the blood hammering in his ears as she
cried out then lay unmoving, her limp body rolling to the side to
reveal a patch of crimson where her head had hit.
As a bandit, Touji didn't consider himself a chivalrous type. He
thought 'knightly grace' to be the result of people with metal
helmets screwed on too tightly. Life was hard, and he had to do what
was needed to survive.
Removing her thin bronze circlet, the last vestige left of her
rank as a priestess of Lilith, Mayumi wiped her brow before setting
it back into place. The afternoon sun hung punishingly above the
heads of the Companions of Lilith, reminding them of its harsh
dominion over the blasted desert of the Northern Wastes. The
priestess' mouth was a dry as the dust on her skin, but she held off
taking a sip from their meager supplies. Even their guide Myssa had
difficulty locating unpolluted water in this part of the Wastes, and
"Geez, what's taking that elf so long?" complained Asuka
as she and the others, minus Kensuke, waited inside a barn at the
outskirts of the village. It had been clear as they approached
Niigata proper that something was up, and by the way armed men were
patrolling the streets, whatever it was, the villagers didn't want to
With a certain apprehension Mana opened the door. No matter how
many times her duties brought her here this room elicited a sense of
terrible loss from the girl. She knew it was silly, but she couldn't
shake the thought that no one should violate the sanctity of this
Princess Hikari's room.
Kaji turned his stunning smile her way. For once the man was
shaved, his normal roguishly handsome look now just breathtakingly
handsome. Dusty, worn leathers had been replaced by finely crafted
tunic and pants, well embroidered and sized to fit. Normally Asuka
didn't go for the 'refined and noble' look... but darn it, Kaji was
one of the few who could carry it.
Besides, he couldn't be expected to wear some travel-stained tunic
and trousers at his own wedding.
That was the thought on Rei's mind as she looked up at the stars.
Up here in the mountains, they seemed to shine with a brilliance
unequalled elsewhere. The smoke from human fires marred the sky in
Tokyo, and the protective trees of her native Kelethin kept the night
sky at bay. Even the Northern Wastes appeared to darken the sky,
shrouding the light of the stars in some smothering blanket of
Five days had passed since the companions' costly encounter with
the forces of Adam. Though they had finally found the last of
Lilith's Chosen as well as the Earth Armor, the ensuing battle had
taken its toll on the group.
Even Rei had been favoring her left arm, though she tried not to
show it. Everyone had known but said nothing, leaving the elf her
pride. Still, Shinji wished she would at least show her wounds to
Mayumi. But considering the reckless way he'd sustained his own
hurts, he guessed he didn't have anything to say to the elf.
She could feel it. That which had laid dormant inside her for so long... slowly it began to awake. With consciousness it brought awareness... knowledge. Knowledge that left her cold.
Knowledge of what she really was, knowledge of how she was entrapped. Now she understood, now she could see the chains.
She wanted to run, run far away. Run before she hurt the people around her. Run so hard that the thing that beat within her would tear itself from her chest.
The flower garden's obelisk loomed above Kensuke as he stood before it. His breathing was ragged and hard as the weight of what he was about to attempt invaded his mind. Mayumi had made her choice out of a desire to protect them, do what she felt she had to. What if she was correct and this was the best path? Did he have the right to go against her wishes?
A furious clash of metal upon metal rang throughout the castle's middle floors. Touji and Badiel fought a furious running battle down the corridors and in many cases, through interior walls. Outfitted with magic powers and equipment and possessing enormous strength, the two combatants were engines of destruction.
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