Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Vagrant Story. The only characters I claim are Elli and Erick.
Note: I've been waiting to come up with an idea for a VS fic that I thought was worthy of being on the net. This is finally it. Please review and tell me what you think. I'll be updating regardless of whether I get reviews or not.
Past's Return, Future's Fade
She carefully walked through the rubble of the once proud city, Lea Monde. Which had been nothing but rubble for hundreds of years.
Her dark, shoulder length hair gently caught the passing breeze.
How long had she been wondering around the old ruins? Two hours? Three? When did she leave home?
But did time really matter to her? She had visited these old ruins so often that now she didn't even realize when she was there. Which made it hard for her to keep track of how long she wondered through the rubble.
She had left at a quarter past midnight, she now remembered. But time seemed to slow down when she was wondering through the ruins. Making it impossible for her to know how long she had been gone. She hardly even knew why Lea Monde attracted her so much. Except for the spirits and Mullenkamp, whom she had had several long conversations with, whom she had danced away the hours with. She almost began to think of Mullenkamp as a sister.
"I knew you'd be here."
She turned to see the familiar face of her boyfriend.
"Following me again, Erick? You're too protective of your beaus." She spoke with a small smile.
"I wouldn't be so protective if you would choose a better place to relax and think." He answered while trying to keep from tripping. "What do you do here, anyways, Elli? You know this place is cursed."
"I talk with the spirits of your ancestors and dance with Mullenkamp." She answered. Then as an afterthought, added, "And this place is only cursed by the church. You your self should know that."
"Don't joke about that." Erick was now looking at her as though she were insane.
"Who ever said I was joking?" Elli's voice was beginning to sound distant, like she was drifting into a dream state. "But there's one spirit I can sense, but haven't heard."
"Who?" Erick asked. He was curious, but also worried. He had never seen Elli act like this. He had never heard her say anything about talking to demons and dancing with ghosts.
"They aren't demons." Elli said as she walked towards the ruined cathedral. "They are spirits that refuse to reach their true destination. Or they can't find their way." She walked on, wondering why the spirits weren't at rest.
'We await the new heir, princess.' A voice whispered to her. It was one she had never heard before. Could it be that the silent spirit has finally chosen to communicate with her?
"You're reading minds now?" Erick asked in and unsteady, frightened, voice.
"Sorry. I just know you too well. What's that up ahead?" Elli still seemed like she was in another world. She never said anything to Erick that connected so well with he was thinking. Could the ruins still hold some of their power? Hadn't his ancestor, Duke Bardorba, taken care of that?
Erick suddenly realized that Elli was getting farther ahead of him. He tried to run, but nearly fell instead. How could she walk so easily over the rubble? He wondered as he slowly caught up with her.
When he finally reached her, she was kneeling at what appeared to be a small tombstone. A necklace, with a silver rood-inverse, hung from a small protrusion at the top of the stone.
"What's it say?" Erick asked.
"I don't know. It's in ancient Kildean. I haven't studied the dead languages." Elli answered with sarcasm.
"Why don't you ask your spirits?" Erick growled.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
"Isn't what beautiful?"
"The necklace." Elli's hands, slowly, began to drift to the piece of jewelry.
"Don't touch it." Erick said; his voice filled with a fear that he didn't understand.
"Now who's acting psychic?" Elli said as she removed the necklace and put it on. "You see? Nothing happened." She added as she stood and turned to Erick. She was surprised to see a horrified look on Erick's face.
"Then why are the letters glowing?" Erick asked as he backed away.
Elli turned back to the stone, a voice whispered to her as she looked at the Kildean lettering.
"The guardian hath failed," Elli appeared to read. "Soon, to this world, will his maker return. His powers remain that of the dark, his soul, that of a sacrifice. Fear ye, all which have desecrated this holy ground. For soon, the guardian will be the hunter once again.
"Run, precious souls, lest the creature catch you before his maker. Only when you are found by the man who conquers death, will you be safe."
"I thought you said you couldn't read ancient Kildean." Erick says suspiciously.
"I can't." Elli retorted. "I was only repeating what I was being told."
Elli looked at Erick, her eyes filled with such fear that Erick knew she was telling the truth.
Her fear made Erick even more nervous. Never had he seen her jump at an unexpected sound, or run from a strange shadow. She had always been so strong, so brave. Why did that have to change now?
"Let's go," Elli said as she shoved Erick towards the way they had come.
It didn't take him long to take her hand and run.
A dark figure watched, in the distance, as the two figures ran. Everything felt different to him, now. Did his teacher's warnings ring true? Had disaster struck the powers of the dark? Would Mullenkamp lose control?
"What have you done?" He whispered as the two figures faded in the distance. "What have you done?" He repeated to the darkness.