[b]Vision of Escaflowne
Winggoddess

By Bijou


Thoughts marked with
Literal Talk to ,,"
Scream or when someone gets louder
in capital letters
Stresses underlined


Explanations of words:
Kata = training,
Sequence of certain warm-up exercises / posed
Fight without an opponent
Sensei = trainer, master, teacher
Kendo = the Japanese art of swords

Disclaimer:
None of the characters are mine and I don't want any money
earn with this story.


Chapter I
Separation pain


It was quiet in the corridors of the west wing,
in the castle of Farnelias.
No wonder. Who, besides the kitchen staff,
the servants and messengers who carry out their daily activities in the south wing
were up at four in the morning?
In addition, there were only the king's apartments in the west wing,
the training dojo and an armory,
in which the noblest rarities of all Gaeas,
decorated the crimson wallpapered walls.The king lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
Van only got an hour or two of sleep that night as well
he was now again, from an unhappy half-sleep
back to the strange intermediate state
of dozing off decreased.
His thoughts, feelings and the ever-present, slightly stabbing pain in his chest prevented that day exactly five years ago that the young ruler would have found peace for even one night.
Peace -
Van had known the meaning once, but after so long, as hard as he had tried, that sweet feeling of complete freedom and unity,
between mind, soul and body, he had long been lost.
Every morning that came was not just a new beginning for Van de Farnel
one, never-ending day without Hitomi, no, it was quite a few
Months have become the beginning of a meaningless and lifeless day.
Because with her his lust for life had gone too.

The longer time stretched his pain, the more strength he hadVan lost.
Today he was just a shadow of himself.
He was still Van de Farnel and still king
of a once destroyed empire.
A warrior, man and ruler who seemed to have the responsibility of the world on his shoulders.
Yet the real van was only present in it as a shadow.
The young king asked himself more and more often, “What for? "-
Why all this if it seemed so pointless without her?
The answer Van found could not have been more cruel and the gloomy feeling of being alone with no hope of Hitomi ever again
seeing it brought him more and more to his knees.
Merciless.
Painful and destructive.
Van was almost surprised to be able to muster the strength
in the morning to get up and damn everyone
Day to mimic the role that was given to him at a young age,
had been imposed.

He hated it - hated being helpless - not being able to do anything to change
what ate his heart so much.Hitomi had, after returning to earth,
although telepathically contacted Van and shared their feelings and
Thoughts shared with him - what this warm feeling of longing
had conveyed and sweet pain of separation physical
Proximity had caused-;
But this did not last long.
Because at some point it had become quiet.
Infinitely still when she stopped talking to him.

As much as Van tried to reach Hitomi,
he couldn't do it anymore.
One night he stared from the roof of the palace, with blank and empty eyes, up to the moon of illusions and when he felt hot wetness on his cheeks, his heart broke.
Back then he was helpless, leaning on his hands and kneeling
this planet, which stood far too radiant in the sky of its kingdom,
cursed.
Van had with a hoarse and brittle scream,
Hitomi cursed and afterwards himself,
because he was unable to blame her ...He just couldn't.
But it hurt.
It hurt so much to know this bond, which was him and Hitomi
once connected, was just so torn.
But what did Van expect?

That Hitomi would not continue to live her life on earth, or herself
Didn't want to look for a friend and be happy with him?
Did Van seriously think he could hold Hitomi even though they lived in two different worlds?
At first the young king had told himself
it would only be a temporary separation
and he would get in touch with Hitomi again.
But time passed and with every minute he became more aware
what he feared so much:

Hitomi was gone.
Disappeared from his world, no more love reached him
and no more thought of her could be felt.
It was too late.
Everything was too late.
Van fell into a bottomless abyss
its depth only with the darkness that is always in his soul
had spread more, was to be compared.Now the young king lay awake on his bed as always, knowing that he had lost what had kept him alive.
Hitomi.

Argos, Van's servant, had answered the boy's door a couple of times
King knocked and, as every morning, received no answer from him.
But Argos would never have dared to enter without this courtesy trained in him.
After the fifth knock, however, Argos usually entered,
the room. Every time with a well chosen excuse
for the apparently bold advocacy.

“Forgive my improper behavior, Your Majesty.
Your bath is prepared and I will put your breakfast here. "
Then Argos bowed reverently and walked in that pose,
back out of Van's room.

Van ignored this morning ceremony.
He didn't want breakfast.
Most of the time he left it unnoticed after looking at it with disgust
and turned away from it.
Of course Van ate something else - the most necessary -But it was like a dead habit. Something necessary that had to be. Nothing else.

He would have loved to have just stayed where he was, giving a shit about his empire, his tasks and his people.
As selfish as it sounded. If he was suffering, why should Van?
make sure that everyone else was missing for nothing?
Was it fair that even one person in his kingdom
Felt joy when he hadn't been able to do it himself for so long?
Why did everything just go on, so disgustingly normal,
even though everything in Van had changed?
Why did the young king want
everything around him crumbled to dust ...
Van got up, left his breakfast,
poured water into a bowl and after doing his morning wash,
After he got behind him, he got dressed and went to the dojo.
Exercising had become Van's main thing lately.
Nothing distracted him better.
With no other thing, he could express pain better than through his kata, energy-sapping movements and precisely guidedSword blows.
It was a kind of salvation when one's heart pleaded for rest
while it generates burning adrenaline through kinky flow,
pulsing through his veins.
In the dojo, Van forgot about time, pain, and the fact of being alive.
The only thing that counted was how long he could stand on his feet until he collapsed from exhaustion and remained in silence - sometimes for hours - on the wooden floor without moving.
He lay there and wished the ground would
and his merciless feelings, just devour.
Peace-

...

The de Farnels sword in his hand, drew perfect lines,
through the air and hissing sounds of sword blows,
could be heard.
Harmonious processes, the result of daily, hard training,
had the greatest masters of kendo been deeply admired and fascinated, they would have seen Van's artful movements.
The sword danced through the air at lightning speed almost as if by itself, while it swung back with each one, always missing its own skin by only a few millimeters.The king's movements were like those of a cat-man.
Fast, elegant and barely audible.

“By the people of Atlantis! Van!
I don't know that you are a living, breathing person
I would now doubt my mind and you for a being
that cannot possibly be a child of Gaea.
I dare not imagine anything more perfect
than what you just offered me. "

Allen Shezar, the knight of heaven, had come into the dojo unnoticed by the young king and, careful not to attract any attention, had leaned against a corner to watch the young warrior.
It had been a few months since Allen visited Van.
Now, this morning, a message from Merle led him to the castle,
in which the small member of the cat people had pleaded for Allen's help to cheer Van up a little.

Merle suffered with her "brother", her friend, her king.
The young man whose smile she once loved so much andthat was now dead.
Merle felt that if everything went on like this, she would lose Van,
as until now.

Because not even with Merle, was King Farnelias still talking.
He didn't even give her a smile, let alone his barely existing attention.
Every time she met her van, the young man's auburn eyes seemed to be sucked a little deeper into the dark despair that surrounded him.
Merle could never have endured losing him, even if she knew very well what was going on in Van and why he was acting this way.
She wanted to try everything to make him feel better.

Merle didn't particularly like Allen.
She never did.
Nevertheless, she had asked him, even begged, to help her.

,, What do you want, Allen? "Van asked mechanically, but without interrupting his training.
"Well, my friend, for the beginning I would be well taken care of with a" good morning "." Everyone smiled and took a step closer.Van did not answer, got down on his knees, stretched one leg from his body and
let his sword run a few millimeters over the ground,
before leaning on his free hand, his body through
let the air slip, then noiselessly touched down again with the sword in attack position, on the ground.
Allen sighed to himself and his eyes darkened.
Merle had prepared him for Van's behavior, yes
The Knight of Heaven did not expect it to be so bad.
Allen took a deep breath before speaking.

“Milerna and I will have a company in three days.
We sent a messenger to you ... You received the invitation? "
"Hmmm." Van's voice sounded flat and extremely disinterested.
Another masterful kendo session followed.
Everyone frowned.