Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne or it's characters.
Author's Note: This is based on the full version of Escaflowne, if you've never seen all of the show, then this will definately contain spoilers.
I thought this up because, well I'm still a little freaked that Dilandau was...well once someone's little sister. So I thought it would be interesting to seperate him and his female counterpart. Celena, into two different beings. I changed some of the dialogue (Duh) so it's not exactly like the series. Enjoy! BP
Not alike
Celena looked out from a top Vione. She sighed as she listened to Dilandau yelling at his "incompetent" dragon slayers. From what she had heard, they were lucky just to have gotten away.
Celena wasn't like her brother Dilandau. For one thing, she was sane. Then there was the physical difference. His hair was a silvery gray, and her own a natural blonde, and where her eyes were a deep blue, his were magenta. She turned to regard him as he now talked with Folken. Sometimes she wondered if they were really related at all.
An image of Donkirk appeared, and the girl kneeled respectfully from where she was. Celena strained to listen, but couldn't quite hear what was being said. In a way she didn't want to.
Turning back around, Celena could see Fanelia still smouldering. She did care for her brother, Dilandau, but she simply did not share his bloodlust. She did what she was told because it was her duty. The things Dilandau did were far beyond that.
Dilandau came and stood next to Celena. "Admiring my handy work I see," he said, smirking. Celena turned to face him. "Was that really necessary, Dilandau? I don't recall wiping out a bunch of helpless people as part of your mission." "True," Dilandau admitted with a shrug, but then he smiled wickedly. "I did do the job though. Besides, there's nothing wrong with a little added bonus." He then frowned, saying, "It would have been flawless too, if it weren't for those imbeciles." Celena shook her head and they headed inside.
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Celena was not there when it took place, but she learned of the captured of the elusive Escaflowne. "It's very impressive," she said when she finally got the chance to see the famed guymelef. She turned to Dilandau. "I heard that you captured Van as well. Where is he now?" "Folken wanted to talk to him," Dilandau replied, "Family business." "F-family business?" Celena repeated, "I don't quite follow you." "Folken is Van's older brother," Dilandau confided as they walked from Escaflowne. "I could have sworn I mentioned that."
A soldier interrupts their conversation. "What is it?" Dilandau demanded. "Dilandau - sama," the soldier said, "we're under attack!" Swearing, Dilandau runs off with the soldier. Celena, removing her sword stayed where she was. She knew that more than likely the attackers had come for the prisoner Van, and that he would try to get to the guymelef. She would deal with him when he came.
She saw Van enter, but Dilandau headed him off. Van was unarmed but suddenly a sword is dropped into his hand. Celena looks up to see the departing form of Folken. She narrowed her eyes. Just whose side was he on? Celena could have ended the fight by getting involved, but Dilandau, as arrogant as he was, would have never let her hear the end of it. She simply watched, concerned, in the background.
Van knocked Dilandau off his feet, and seemingly Dilandau was unconscious. The boy turned to walk away, so he didn't see Dilandau get up and prepare to kill him from behind. Celena spotted a girl, who ran up and shouted to Van. The boy turns towards Dilandau and starts fighting again. What would have been a fatal slash was missed by Van, but he made up for it by cutting Dilandau's face. Crying out he fell to his knees. Celena ran forward. Van escaped with the girl and the Escaflowne.
Celena decided not to pursue the two of them, more concerned with her brother. He was particularly stuck on himself and she knew he wouldn't take the wound very well. "My face," he lamented, "he cut my beautiful face!" Celena leaned down and tried to console her brother, but he scowled and pushed her away. "Just leave me alone!" he growled. Celena had fallen back after the shove. Dilandau rose and stalked off.
Celena, bewildered. watched him go.
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That's it for this chapter! Tell me what you thought! BP
Author's Note: This is based on the full version of Escaflowne, if you've never seen all of the show, then this will definately contain spoilers.
I thought this up because, well I'm still a little freaked that Dilandau was...well once someone's little sister. So I thought it would be interesting to seperate him and his female counterpart. Celena, into two different beings. I changed some of the dialogue (Duh) so it's not exactly like the series. Enjoy! BP
Not alike
Celena looked out from a top Vione. She sighed as she listened to Dilandau yelling at his "incompetent" dragon slayers. From what she had heard, they were lucky just to have gotten away.
Celena wasn't like her brother Dilandau. For one thing, she was sane. Then there was the physical difference. His hair was a silvery gray, and her own a natural blonde, and where her eyes were a deep blue, his were magenta. She turned to regard him as he now talked with Folken. Sometimes she wondered if they were really related at all.
An image of Donkirk appeared, and the girl kneeled respectfully from where she was. Celena strained to listen, but couldn't quite hear what was being said. In a way she didn't want to.
Turning back around, Celena could see Fanelia still smouldering. She did care for her brother, Dilandau, but she simply did not share his bloodlust. She did what she was told because it was her duty. The things Dilandau did were far beyond that.
Dilandau came and stood next to Celena. "Admiring my handy work I see," he said, smirking. Celena turned to face him. "Was that really necessary, Dilandau? I don't recall wiping out a bunch of helpless people as part of your mission." "True," Dilandau admitted with a shrug, but then he smiled wickedly. "I did do the job though. Besides, there's nothing wrong with a little added bonus." He then frowned, saying, "It would have been flawless too, if it weren't for those imbeciles." Celena shook her head and they headed inside.
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Celena was not there when it took place, but she learned of the captured of the elusive Escaflowne. "It's very impressive," she said when she finally got the chance to see the famed guymelef. She turned to Dilandau. "I heard that you captured Van as well. Where is he now?" "Folken wanted to talk to him," Dilandau replied, "Family business." "F-family business?" Celena repeated, "I don't quite follow you." "Folken is Van's older brother," Dilandau confided as they walked from Escaflowne. "I could have sworn I mentioned that."
A soldier interrupts their conversation. "What is it?" Dilandau demanded. "Dilandau - sama," the soldier said, "we're under attack!" Swearing, Dilandau runs off with the soldier. Celena, removing her sword stayed where she was. She knew that more than likely the attackers had come for the prisoner Van, and that he would try to get to the guymelef. She would deal with him when he came.
She saw Van enter, but Dilandau headed him off. Van was unarmed but suddenly a sword is dropped into his hand. Celena looks up to see the departing form of Folken. She narrowed her eyes. Just whose side was he on? Celena could have ended the fight by getting involved, but Dilandau, as arrogant as he was, would have never let her hear the end of it. She simply watched, concerned, in the background.
Van knocked Dilandau off his feet, and seemingly Dilandau was unconscious. The boy turned to walk away, so he didn't see Dilandau get up and prepare to kill him from behind. Celena spotted a girl, who ran up and shouted to Van. The boy turns towards Dilandau and starts fighting again. What would have been a fatal slash was missed by Van, but he made up for it by cutting Dilandau's face. Crying out he fell to his knees. Celena ran forward. Van escaped with the girl and the Escaflowne.
Celena decided not to pursue the two of them, more concerned with her brother. He was particularly stuck on himself and she knew he wouldn't take the wound very well. "My face," he lamented, "he cut my beautiful face!" Celena leaned down and tried to console her brother, but he scowled and pushed her away. "Just leave me alone!" he growled. Celena had fallen back after the shove. Dilandau rose and stalked off.
Celena, bewildered. watched him go.
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That's it for this chapter! Tell me what you thought! BP