My God! Another one!
Damn short, too! Again!
	There's an explanation for that, though. It's more an organising
of some thoughts and themes-- I'd be expanding on it.
	For a while, I had been trying to come up with a history for the
Phantom Tribe, a way to look at them in a better light than the rest of the
cast seems to (with the possible exception of Nanami, actually). Never
really quite got it, and then it somehow coalesced into this, and I had to
get it down, now, or else. 

	It took me about half an hour to get it down, and even that long is
probably due to my typing speed, and any distractions (lateness of hour
can't hurt as an excuse either).
	So, I appologise for it not really being up to snuff, yes, I do 
plan to continue this one, and tell me what you think. Is this the way to
go with it?

El Hazard is the creation of AIC. The author of this fic holds no rights
to the characters and/or situations in El Hazard. He does not intend to
sell this for profit, doing so only for purposes of: personal enjoyment,
and to get the damn idea out of his head!
The author appreciates any comments you are likely to have, even 
including which brand of mouthwash you think he should use, and why.

	The author (now longingly looking at his bed), will now retire for
the night, and probably will be available for a bit on Friday, and then
possibly Monday.

				Gallus' Last Stand


	"Do you understand now?" I said.

	"Unlike you, we're not filled with hatred for El Hazard!" the boy
shouted back at me.

	How could he not understand us? He, they, the Earthers... They're like us,
aren't they? They were taken from their home just as we were, ripped from
our rightful place.

	I cry out in rage, wordless and formless rage and lunge towards him
with my blade, scattering images of light and mist all around... but he has
that girl with him, another one of the Earthers. The one who found me out,
who found out my Kiriyah. 
	Oh Kiriyah, dear Kiriyah, faithful Kiriyah, if I had known, if I had
known... but how could I? I failed you, my Kiriyah, but I shall not fail
the rest of our people, I'll--

						--PAIN! My shoulder. The boy, Makoto. The girl, Nanami,directing him.
How else could it be? Doesn't matter now, it's too late for them to stop
it, the Eye is in overload, and soon it will rip apart this accursed land
as surely as this world tried to rip us apart.

	They deserve it, oh they deserve that at the very least. Beat us down.
Made us slaves. Brought us from peace to a world of chaos, and fear, and
war, and hate. Gave us knowledge of violence and death, first-hand. They
did not even stop to ask us who we were-- not them was enough for the
killing to start.
	We ran. We hid.

	The wound is clean, barely a scar left after I get it treated.

	We ran, they chased, and found us. Bound us, captured us. Tried to
breed us out of existence. Kill the male children and rape the women.
Still, we perservered. We found caves, deep and dark-- places they would
not go for superstitious reasons. The Underworld, Land of the Dead. Reminds
them of all the people they killed. 
	I hate them, always, now and forever, for what they did to us, what 
they do to us. 
	The caves didn't bother us-- if it was the Land of the Dead, that only
meant that we could be with our loved ones. And we grew strong there. Slowly.

	No! The boy is going to try and interface with the Eye! He must be
stopped! He'll ruin everything! If he stops it, then it won't overload, and
we'll lose our last chance to find a way home in the ensuing void! If only
we had more time, we would have figured it out, and been able to go back,
using less drastic measures, surer methods. 

	Get up! Get up, blast you! Last chance to stop him! Good, now run!
I scream out again, no one can reach me, I'm almost on him! I won't fail
you now, my people! We will find our way through the Void to our home. Our
scientists assure me it will be possible.

	--Pain! White hot, through my back, through my chest. Ifurita! Not
fair! Not fair! So close, I was so close! Marrying Rune Venus wasn't going
to work, at the very best I might have been able to lessen the hate these
El Hazarders held for my people, nothing more. 
	So I take her sister, in an effort to find out how they control the
Eye, and to gain access-- and then the Earth-boy Makoto arrives, and takes
her place. I compensated as best I could.

	I'm dying, I'm dying I can feel the world go cold. No pain now. As long as
there's pain, I knew I had a chance. Have to-- Najato. 
	Form the image on his eyes, only for him to see. Instructions on the took
of our history-- every act the peoples on the surface of this accursed
planet have ever done to us in our exile here. Only the ruler knows, lest
we go mad with fury and commit a suicidal war that would only end in a
genocide-- ours. 

	He understands.

	My people, my people, I have failed you! I tried, I did everything I knew
how and I still lost. Why do the bad guys have to win? Why does might have
to equal right? Why--

	It's getting dark now. I can't see anything. Wait, yes, I can! Ahead of
me! Our Home! Where we belong! It's just like I pictured it, with it's soft
clouds and verdant hills. 
	Mother? Is that you? I'm home now.

-An Ending-

Author's notes: Hell no! What d'ya think all that stuff was at the top?
			G'night, and don't forget to turn the lights off when
			you leave, okay?


Matthew "Maybeso" Lewis is:
Maybeso on IRC
Sojiro_Seta on Kawaiimuck
Not quite right in the head, if you know what I mean
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	maybeso@ican.net
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How'd you guess?
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