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Darkness Returning
Chapter 1, Cabbages and Dragons//~US~//
"Well, you see, m’lord, I don’t really have any proof, but neither does he!” Said one peasant.
“I’m sick of this!” Yelled Van, getting up, “It’s a cabbage, for gods sake! Give it up!” He stormed down the steps, pushing past the peasants and their cabbages.
"My lord! Where are you going?" Asked one of the nobles
“To visit Allen! Come on Merle!” He said to the cat-girl who had been sitting (Well, actually, it was more like curled) next to the raised platform where his throne was.
“Yes, Lord Van!” She leaped up and ran after him.
They reached the geymelef storehouse, and Van hopped up into one particularly magnificent white one. He walked out of the storehouse, and it transformed into a dragon. Merle jumped in with cat-like grace. They took off, and flew towards Asturia.
“Why’d you leave, lord Van?” Merle asked
“Because it’s boring as hell.” He replied. Suddenly a purple blur streaked past him, nearly hitting Escaflownes wing, and sending him spinning.
Chapter Two – In Which Purple Things Decide to Fly//~By the Talented Lady Serpentine~// (magic_fighter@hotmail.com)
On the ground under Van’s geymelef, Captain Dilandau Albatou scratched his head and squinted up at the clouds where his missile had just disappeared.
“What’s wrong, Lord Dilandau?” one of his Dragon Slayers asked, looking upwards as well. His lord frowned a bit more.
“This is weird,” the silver-haired, insane, psychotic and yet extremely sexy captain mused, “I thought giant purple squashes were supposed to come back down after you shot them.” His subordinate, Miguel, shifted uncomfortably in his armour and cast his eyes around. While he had the strong desire to run away from any likely spot that a giant purple squash may land upon, he wouldn’t desert his lord. Even if his lord happened to have lost his mind some time ago. Several times. Over the course of one day (Said day was Christmas. Dilandau had been very put out when he didn’t get a flame-thrower with a picture of Orlando Bloom on the side). “A-HAH!” Dilandau suddenly cried, exuberant, pointing one gloved finger to the cloud of smoke and dust and- “Fire! Yay! It landed on a village!”
The captain did a little dance on the spot and hugged his giant Catapult, because he had been a good boy lately and was getting good grades (He was an Honour Student!). Besides, his therapist had recommended that he needed a companion to perhaps help him through his troubled state of mind, and suggested a Cat. Dilandau, in usual psychotic Dilandau-ness, had misunderstood.
Hence, the gigantic catapult that had just fired a large purple squash right at Escaflowne.
“Should we go now, Lord Dilandau?” Miguel finally asked, tentatively, backing up just a little. Dilandau might shriek and hit him over the head with a shoe or something if the Slayer wasn’t careful. “Because if we don’t he might, you know, rip us apart.”
His lord seemed to brew on that for a moment, before nodding happily. “Good idea!” he chirped, before turning to the catapult and talking rather animatedly at it about how smart Miguel was sometimes. Miguel blinked, wondered if he should feel flattered, then shrugged. At least the desired affect of giving Dilandau a companion was accomplished. Even if it was a hundred foot object of mass destruction. Cats were the same, but smaller. And fuzzy.
Up above, Van had gotten his bearings.
“What do you think that was, Lord Van?” Merle squealed, clinging to his arm. He valiantly tried to fight her off. “It looked like a gigantic purple squash to me!”
“Don’t be silly, Merle! Gigantic purple squashes don’t fly! You’re seeing things!” They grappled for a few moments, causing the geymelef to swerve a bit, before Van fought free and turned back.
“We’ll try and find who shot it, whatever it was!” he declared, wiping blood from the scratches on his face.
