The sunlight trailing through closed curtains of the little girl's room trickled across her face. The smell of smoke suddenly filled the room, and the little girl awoke suddenly, the most intense pain she had ever felt stirring her.
Remilia Scarlet clutched her cheek, the wound still stinging terribly. She rubbed the injury gently, sobbing a little, though she was scared more than anything else.
The girl threw herself to her feet, and dashed to the room next to hers.
"Flandre! Flan! Fllaandrrre!"
The girl began to walk out of the room, dejected, defeated, fearful.
Another girl, this one younger still, crawled across the floor, crying, in pain, the smoking stumps of what must have been wings jutting out of her back.
"Flandre! Oh, Flan!"
The older girl took her sister in an embrace, silently crying, both for herself and for Flandre. She so desperately wanted to quiet her, to tell her it would be alright, but... but she couldn't. Memories of yesterday came flooding back... The deaths of their parents, their own transformations, the... The CRAVING.
"How did this all happen?..."
The girls fell asleep soon after, still holding each other, trying to make it all okay...
Night fell, and the girls awoke. The older of the pair told her sister to wait in her room, and she took off, into the night sky, her newfound instincts telling her where to go. And so she followed herself to the village by the lake.
The village was completely empty, the few roads and paths utterly deserted. Everyone left was fast asleep in their homes, feeling safe and sound. Remilia followed the pull of whatever strange senses she had now, and flew in through a window, into a single-room hut, with a single occupant to match. Remilia threw her snow white cap over the sleeping man's face, so as to keep him quiet, and bit down on his neck.
She only took a little. Just enough to sate her urge. He didn't die. Of course not. Even if half of what Remilia had taken from him had wound up on her dress and hat. But she was satisfied. For how long, she didn't know. What she did
know, however, was that the sun would rise soon. She had spent too much time feeding tonight, and she needed to leave right away.
It was a close call. The sun nearly destroyed her feet as she returned to her home, but she had saved herself. And then she saw Flandre.
She looked nearly dead, like something was eating her from the inside out. Remilia, not knowing what else to do, wrung out whatever blood she had gotten on her hat into a bowl, and gave it to her sister, who nearly squealed in excitement.
Things went like that many, many years for the two sisters, once a night, every night. When Remilia was out, Flandre would read storybooks that her sister had brought back every so often. She became engrossed in tales of princesses and knights and mages and even simple tales of loyal, almost loving, servants. One night, before Remlia had left, Flandre asked;
"Remi, can we have a court mage? They could take care of the books, and talk to me while you're out."
"Of course. Anything for you, Flan."
Remilia was gone for three days this time. Flandre had feared the worst.
But Remilia was fine. It was the (future) court mage who was in danger.
"Patchouli Knowledge, having been found guilty of Forming Pacts of Satanic Power, as well as Performence of Witchcraft, is hereby sentenced, by the rights vested in me by His Holiness, to Death, by Burning in the Flames in which she is so enamor-"
"You sure can drone on and on, old man. But I'm afraid that girl belongs to me now. I suppose you could call it her fate."
And the Scarlet Devil swooped down and tore the stake the witch was tied to out of the ground, and off she flew, the girl screaming as if there were no tomorrow.
"...I guess she really was
in cahoots with the devil!"
And so Remilia attained a court mage.
"Ah... Um...Thank you?"
The girl in purple was completely baffled.
"Oh, you're welcome. You want me to pick up your things, while I'm at it?"
"Um... I think so?..."
"Right then. Wait here."
The short girl with leathery wings took to the air, leaving quickly and returning just as fast, this time holding an entire large building above herself, foundation and all.
"You're a magician, right? Then you should be able to move these in yourself."
"...My, MY BOOKS! Thank you! I never thought I'd see them agai... I mean, thanks, I guess."
Much less confused.
"So, you cool with moving in?"
"...Hmph. I suppose."
Still more years passed. Flandre now had a whole new world of books to read, and that was only counting the books she didn't have to sneak out of Voile. She read about faraway places and strange lands, and now had become enamored with the martial artists of the Far East.
This time, Flan tried to be a bit more subtle with her request.
"Remi, wouldn't a gate guard be a wonderful idea for around here? They could keep us safe if someone tried to force their way in. But they'd need to be able to fight, even unarmed..."
"I think we're plenty safe as of now, Flan. There's only so much I can do, after all."
It was Remilia's turn to find something new in the library. There, she read stories of the powerful, supernatural martial artists of the Hong clan, and the strange stories of their origins, as they supposedly are descended from the rainbow dragons of the same name. She dwelled on the thought of them, before she simply willed it that one of them would go on a journey that would eventually bring them to her.
All her own idea, of course. No one else's.
The martial artist was nearly unconscious from lack of food and water. Nowhere near dead, of course; the Hong are sturdier than that! Yeah!...
But something to eat would be nice, sooner the bett...
The Chinese wanderer spotted what was almost certainly a house on a hill over yonder! The sudden burst of hope also provided a sudden burst of adrenaline, and she ran over the hills to the entrance. She banged on the door, calling out-
"Hey! Anyone in there?! I'm kinda starving here! Any help would be appreciated!"
The door opened.
"Ah, hello there. I've been expecting you, though you're almost fifty years late. Please, come in..."
"Oh, thank you!"
Wait a sec. Fifty years late? I only started journeying five years ago... Maybe she's confusing me for some-
"You're one of the Hong, correct? I must say, you're just as impressive in person as you are in the books."
The Hong was treated to a plentiful but somewhat bland meal, courtesy of the librarian,
of all people. Magiced right up.
The Hong introduced herself as Meiling, admonishing herself for doing so after eating.
"Thank you for your kindness to me, a stranger. I must tell you; in my family, hospitality is never unrewarded. Ask anything of me, and I will carry it out to the best of my ability."
"Anything at all, huh? Then... We have a gate that needs guarding, and a garden that needs tending. I would be just as grateful to you if you would stay here with us."
"Then, I shall stay here as long as I am needed. I swear, on my honor as a Hong."
Yet more time passed, and the house had become rather lively, as rumors of a bastion of magic remained in an increasingly unbelieving world. The house was now, as a result, full of fairies, whom Remilia had employed as maids. They didn't really do anything, however, and now, a true maid would be required.
"Look at that little street rat!"
"Ooh, what's wrong with that thing? Why does she have silver hair? You a little old lady, or something?"
The girl ran away, almost... phazing
from several different spots, getting further and further away. This was the third time she had been turned away from civilization, and the street urchin desperately needed to be loved. Food was easy for her; animals just seemed to stop in her presence. But she was terribly lonely.
It happened that day that the Scarlet Devil was passing by around that time, and upon seeing that grotesque display, she dropped to the ground and bashed the man and woman who had insulted the girl with the blunt end of Gungnir, so as to scare
the girl, rather than terrorize
"W-who are y-you?" The girl was very visibly shaking in fear.
"Your savior from a lifetime of never escaping the cruelty of people."
And with that, the Scarlet Devil and the little girl disappeared into the night sky.
"You got a name?"
"Doesn't matter. I was going to change it anyway, so that just means less angst for you."
"What... What is my name?"
"How do you like "Sakuya?" Sakuya Izayoi?"
The mansion had a maid now. She practiced on honing her powers, and before long, the mansion became much larger on the inside, thanks to Sakuya.
"Remi! Flan's wings are complete! It took a while, but Koakuma and I managed to-"
"... That succubus I summoned to help me around the library, about fifty years ago?"
"... Anyway, I'm sorry it took so long, but I had to constantly channel my Philosophers' Stone spell through Koakuma, since she's a little weaker than me in magic. So now, we have a set of crystalic-metallic artificial wings. Shall we attach them?"
"Of course. Begin the operation!"
It was a simple procedure, just attaching the wings to the stumps made all that time ago...
When the younger sister awoke, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Thank you so much, Remilia!"
"Of course. Anything for you, Flandre."
It's still not super-duper all about Remi, but it's a lot better than my last one, I feel.
edited 10th Sep '11 11:59:35 PM by Pulse