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I do not own Last Exile, Claus Valca, Dio Elaclaire, or any other persons,
inventions, ideas, or anything even remotely concerning GONZO animation
studio's animation masterpiece. I'm doing this piece of fanfiction solely for
entertainment (and because you people out there seem to like it), and I'm not
making any money out of this. Thus, no copyright infringements of plagiation
intentions are in my mind, and I am free from these sins as I continue with...
A
light in the sky
Chapter
4
"That's
Dio Elaclaire, the Maestro's little brother, isn't it?"
"...going
to be initiated, at last..."
"...certainly
about time..."
"...been
disobeying the Maestro...and the Guild, as well..."
"...working
with the crew of the low-rank battleship Silvana..."
"...should
not have been brought here..."
"...she'll
show him..."
The
nearly inaudible whispers swirling around in the halls where the Guild
initiation of the soon overdue Dio Elaclaire would take place were many. It was
a wonder, over all wonders, how, and in particular why, the little brother of
the Maestro herself had run away from the Ritual of Initiation. Also, more of a
question was, why had it taken so long for the Maestro to get her hands on her
rebellious little brother?
The
center of all these thoughts and whispers neither heard or sensed them, though,
as his head was preoccupied with somewhat of the same thoughts, only in a
reverse way: "Why did I let them capture me? Why didn't I put up a fight?
What's gonna happen to me now? I...I'm so scared..." he thought
frantically to himself as he was led into the ritual chamber. as he reached the
place, the desperate thoughts on his head started to boil, and upon hearing the
Guild ritual priests starting to chant, he started to make the half-hearted,
and to his knowledge futile, struggle against his fate, and the two guards
holding him, more serious, as the thought that he was not gonna be able to
escape this made itself a conclusion inside of him.
"No...no,
let me go...no, please no..!" he started mumbling, before he screamed it
out: "Let go of me!! I don't want this!!!", trying with all his might
to get loose from the people restraining him. They responded with cold
brutality, tightening their iron lock on his limbs, pushing him onward to what
stood as his doom inside of him. On the other hand, he was a bit curious. He
had heard a great deal about the Ritual of Initiation, but no one that had
returned from it's grissly chambers had ever been able to tell anyone exactly
was inside there. The only thing that was certain was that whatever was inside
took away something from the person who enetered...something in their heads.
Most people were quite calm, though a great deal nervous when they entered.
When they came out, however, they didn't seem capable to feel anything. It was
as if...as if the Ritual of Initiation somewhat took away their free will,
making them into puppets for the Guild.
He
remembered it the best from when he had been 4 years old, when he had gone to a
Ritual of Initiation, where his sister Delphine's cousin would be taken into
the ranks of the adults in the Guild. he had been sitting by his sistt tht the
time, quite close to the walkway that led from the forechamber, through the
Chamber of Ordeal, and into the Ritual Chamber. As the Maestro's cousin had
entered, there had been this omnious, all-surrounding chanting that, until this
day, Dio could not purge from his head. And, after a speech by sister Delphine,
Aldavar, as the Maestro's cousin was called, had entered the Ritual Chamber,
the chanting had stopped, and all had been still for a few blissful moments.
During the time it had taken Dio to let of of one intake of breath, and aquire
a new share, it had been as silent as a grave.
Then,
after this time had transpired, they heard it, all of them. Yet Dio was still
dearly convinced it had gotten the most to him. From the chamber of the Ritual
they heard a scream; it was not just any scream either. It sounded almost as if
a person was being torn apart while still alive, or having a limb dragged off off
the body by sheer muscular power alone, or something equally painful or
emotionally challenging. The scream, at least, had scared Dio, and he knew
already then that such a scream was the kind you would never forget, no matter
how long you lived. Sometimes, when he was having nightmares, he would hear
that scream, and remeber the horror he had felt when it had reached his ears as
a 4 year old. Following these nightmares, he would wake up, soaked in sweat,
hoping that nothing like that would ever become him.
As he had
grown older, and been taught to become an heir to the throne of Maestro, and an
above habile Guild fighter pilot, he had come to see how much he loved being
free, like a bird in the sky he longed so much for, the one thing he could
never own entirely. No matter how much he flew, no matter how free and glad he
felt flying across the sky in his small ship, he could never have enough of it.
He loved the concepts of freedom, free will, and full control over his own
life. He knew little of the Ritual of Initiation, but one fact had come clear
to his mind, and this scared him more and more, the older and wiser he got: No
one that had taken the Rite had ever come out as the ones they were. Depending
on who they were, and how strong their minds were, they retained different
amounts of personality. The only one who had come through more or less
unchanged was the Maestro, Delphine, but what the people said about her when
she wasn't listening was that she had been just about as heartless before she
underwent the Rite, as when she was done.
When he
had been reminded that his 18th birth week was coming up in a not-too-long
period of time, he had nearly panicked. For a long time, he had not known what
to do at all; he had done naught but walking around in his quarters, making
Lucciora worry (more than usual). Then, as if by a strike of fate, Lucciora had
mentioned that "Dio-sama still have some errands to run in the fighter
before he could lay down his lot for the birth week.".
In that
moment, it had struck him; he would run away. He would take his fighter jet,
load it up with things he needed, take Lucciora with him for company, and head
as far away from the Guild as he could. It seemed so mortifyingly simple, so
shell-shockingly easy, he had been wondering, after he had commenced it, why
no-one had thought of it before.
Now,
however, as he was being dragged by two guard into the Chamber of Initiation,
he understood perfectly why less arrogant and confident people before him had
never even thought of this solution. It was impossible to escape the watchful
eyes of the Guild. being the masters of the EXILE, and the sky above the
warring states. Having complete control of all resources in the world, and all
the technology (or, as good as complete control) as well, they were in charge.
And with their final trump card, the ability and knowledge of how to pass
through the Grand Stream, they were the indefinite masters of the sky. Dio had
ran; he had run from safehouse to safehouse, always trying to avoid the nearly
feline eyes of his sister. But, as he should have thought of earlier, it was no
use. No matter what he had done to escape, she had just come after him, and
snatched him right away from the crew of the Silvana.
All these
thoughts went through his head as he saw the door coming closer by the seconds,
and he felt his throat was starting to turn sore as the doors opened before
him, heavy and mighty as they were, unsealing their mighty constructions before
his eyes. He felt the calling now, and it almost made him sick; the strong,
inexorable feeling of having passed the point of no return. Just as he was
about to try and do one final assault on his captors, however, he felt a harsh
push on his back, and he fell forward, trying to regain balance on the slightly
tilted floor, failing miserably. A harsh, primal scream of utter fear escaped
his throat as he fell into the darkness within, the heavy alloy doors closing
behind him with a deep, fundamental sound as of a thousand gongs at the same
time, making an echoing sound in his head.
The
momentssedssed, Dio still alone in the utter darknes of the obscure chamber. In
the silence of the moment, he could hear his own heartbeat, the pulse racing in
a maddened race against his fear Nearly sick with anxiety, he tried to stand
up, but to no avail. His fear was affecting his limbs, and he had no choice but
to sit down again. In this one moment, it felt almost as if time stood still,
before, all of a sudden, he felt someone, or somthing, grab hold of his arms,
twisting them onto his back. He yelped at the sensation and tried to get loose
from whatever was holding him,he suddenly felt a sting of pain in his left
shoulder, and the unmistakable sensation of fluids running inside of his veins.
After yet another few moments, the sensation of both the sting and the hands
holding him disappeared, and he stood solitaire in the room, more confused than
ever what had just happened to him. "H-hello...?" he tried, taking a
few steps in one direction in the completely obscured room; in the next second,
however, his head was filled with all kinds of images: images of his childhood,
images of a possible future, images of all the people he had seen die, images
of his sister's cruelty, and her empire, images of the Guild, of the world, of
the eternal, meaningless war between the earthly states, staged by the Guild...
With these images came sensation, mindblowing sensation that overwhelmed him,
and he felt himself vomit in shock of the stress this intense, nearly cruel
treatment put on his mind. Then, as he thought it was all over, one final image
settled in his mind. And he widened it's eyes in fear of it's unidentifiable
horror, and he gave out a dying scream of spite, and as he was sinking into
darkness, the image of his utmost fear still painted vividly onto his mind, he
felt that it was alright to enter the dars, as, and stay there for as long as
he could. If there was one thing he did not want, it was to see the vision
given to him in his last moments of freedom.
And so,
he gave in to the Guild, and became a pawn of the Maestro. He couldn't remember
much, as he experienced it as being trappe in an infinite, soothing darkness,
with no way out, and no real wish to make one either. The only things he
experienced was flashes and imaged, when his strong will nearly
surfaced...once, he had seen himself being dressed up in the ceremonial black
Guild clothing...one time he had looked down at his hands, seeing them
bloodied, bearing a knife...another time he had seen himself in a vanship, and
in the corner of his eye, he had thought he had seen him... But, being a
prisoner of the Maestro as he was, he rather hoped that it was not the young
vanship pilot of the Silvana, dressed up in formal Guild clothing beside him.
And then, his experiences had stopped coming, all of a sudden, as if his shell
body was sleeping. Inside of it, his sould kind of hoped it was dead, while at
the same time prayingthe the sky, hoping he was still alive. He had stayed like
that for what seemed like eternity, in the uncertain area between being asleep,
and being awake...the area of fright between being alive and being dead. he
remembered he had cried inside, over his fate; that he had cursed against the
sky, for depriving him of his precious freedom...his one, sole raison d'être.
He had sunken down into the deepest depression imagineable, feeling naught but
worry and pity for himself.
Thus, he
had continued his meaningless existence, all until he suddenly got a flash of
rain, and lightning. This flash felt a good deal more vivid than the other
flashes on conscience his body had given him since he had beenppedpped inside
himself, and after giving it some thought, he came to that somehow, he was in
charge of his own body again. He could feel the cold draft from the window,
feel the light of each bolt thundering down from the sky cast light upon his
body, feel an errant drop of rain hit his face now and then...and he could also
feel the light of a lamp of some kind illuminate whatever room he was in, and
himself. Though his eyes were closed, the light still nearly blinded them.
Wondering where he was, and what could have caused him to regain rol rol of his
body, he tried, in confusion, to open his eyes, but to little avail. He managed
to open them at first, but no matter how much he tried, he coudn't manage to
keep them open; the result of this being that his eyes were half open, showing
clearly Dio's worn soul and mistreated mind. Yet even more confused at his
incomplete mobility, he tried to move his limbs, an excercise even more futile
than opening his eyes. He sighed inwardly, wondering why he had woken up to
take control of a body that would not obey him to any greater extent than this,
when suddenly, the door opened, and he heard tiptoeing steps coming towards the
bed he was lying on, and a few seconds later, he felt someone sitting down on
his bed. His natural curiosity was now fuming in excitement of who this could
be, despite the situation. Some time passed by, all silence, and Dio felt so
frustrated with this person not telling him who it was. But then it came to his
mind, that to an outsider, with his closed eyes and still body, it would seem
he was oblivious, or in a coma, his eyes half open, staring out into the rain.
"Dio?"
he suddenly heard, and the tone of the voice managed to both scare, please, and
make him doubtful, all at once. From his first impression, it seemed almost
like the voice of the person he wanted to hear most in the whole, wide world;
the beautiful, young vanship pilot serving under the Silvana, whose real name
he had never gotten to know...Immelmann. But, then again, it was highly
doubtful that he, out of aeopleople, would come here to visit him...and
certainly with that kind of voice. Unless he had been ordered by alex Rowe, Dio
thought, chuckling inside. But as the young pilot kept on talking, Dio became
more and more confused, his analytic abilities failing him miserably in
revealing who Immelmann was talking about, and for that sake, what. But, as
some more time of silence, only broken by small sobs from the boy, and he
suddenly felt smooth, well-tasting lips being placed unto his own, enclosing
them in one of the more pleasureable sensations he had ever felt, their
seperation followed by a more or less silent "I love you, Dio", the
mentioned love became painfully aware of what the pilot had been talking about.
"He...he have felt the same way as I have...all along...?" the
thought to himself, trying to get some control over his body. He could not
stand by idly and allow this chance to slip out between his fingers.
"How
am I supposed to do this?" he heard Immelmann say, standing up and walking
over to the door, as if he was about to leave.
"Immelmann!
I'm not asleep! I'm not in a coma!! I'm right here!!!" Dio cried ins inside
his mind, trying to make it reach his mouth, but to no more avail than before.
He felt bitter frustration fill his mind as he heard Immelmann's footsteps
heading for the door, closer now than before:"How am I supposed to
overcome the turmoil inside of me...?"
"Immelmann!!!"
Dio screamed inside, trying of all his might to push his voice through, but it
was no more use now than it had been. He had been, and still was, unable to
move in any way.
"How...?"
the young pilot said, as Dio could hear him placing his hand on the doorhandle,
and Dio gave up inside, sighing out in a sore voice: "Immelmann"
He kept
on looking out the window, expecting the pilot to leave now, but as he didn't
leave, but instead turned to him, with a non-believing "Dio...? I thought you
were...I mean, I..." the white-haired boy felt like he had just conquered
the world. Immelmann, his love, had heard his voice through the cover of
eternal night laid upon his soul. His nightmare was over.
~end
of chapter~
Whew...
*wipes sweat off brow* That is the fastest I have ever written a new chapter
for any story I have written...this chapter took me exactly 2 hours and 35
minutes. I was sitting in front of my compie, feeling bad for not having given
my loyal fans something to read, from me, for a long time. (Blame it on the
summer) So, I decided that I would write a new chapter for this story, my most
successful one up till date. In hopes that it has not been so long since I
updated that you have all forgotten about me, I give you the 4th chapter of
"A light in the sky". Enjoy, and read & review, please. It's what
keeps me going. ^.^
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