Subject: [FFML] [Short][Draft][Anime/Fantasy Fusion] Balto
From: "Pyu" <yzhengyu80@hotmail.com>
Date: 12/26/2001, 12:38 AM
To: "En-taro-FFML" <ffml@anifics.com>



Standard Disclaimers apply. 

Ai, Inanna and Harold are mine.



The rest are not. ^_^



This is a very short story. 3 pages only. ^_^ 



C&C are welcome





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Balto

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"I will go to Star's End, to our promised sanctuary, to our 

promised rest. I will diminish - but I will remain Hikaru."

 

   - Hikaru Shidou, Pillar of Cephiro, Third of the Nine

 

 

      The wind came from nowhere.

 

      Ringing into existence with the reverberation of a 

hammer striking hot metal, it carried the heat of a star 

that had not been known to the inhabitants of this icy 

wasteland for a very long time. Warm and gentle, its caress 

lightened deaden spirits and echoed of promises long 

forgotten and ancient lost prophecies. Lazily, the wind 

swirled, seeking a course, pausing briefly before blowing 

northwards.

 

********** 

 

      The wind blew through the enchanted valleys and 

through the commons of the ancient Isenthor cathedral, its 

gentle caress awakening the great winged beast from his 

slumber. Eyes alert and wary, he scanned his surrounding 

with all his senses - both physical and magical.

 

      A young child, a girl of not more than six, ran 

helter skelter into the commons from the side door, 

laughing as she ran. Silently, the magical beast rose and 

was greeted with a warm hug and several kisses from the 

enthusiastic girl.

 

      "Kero-chan, did you feel that?" The girl exclaimed, 

her arms wrapped around the Sun Guardian's neck. 

 

      "Yes, my dear Ai, I did. Something momentous is 

happening, a passing of an age." Keroberus replied, 

nuzzling the child affectionately. He cared for all the 

little ones that his mistress adopted into her home, but 

young Ai was special - for the blond child reminded him 

much of his mistress so many centuries before.

 

      With some surprise, Keroberus felt something wet on 

his face. Puzzled, Ai put a hand near her cheeks, a 

startled expression on her angelic face.

 

      "Kero-chan, you're crying! Are you sad?" She 

exclaimed. Absently, Keroberus pulled his great head away 

from the grasp of her tiny hands, blinking his tears away.

 

      "Yes child, I cry. But not because I am sad." The 

great beast replied. It is something I hope you will never 

experience, small one, because for the first time in so 

many years, I feel an emotion that I had not felt so 

strongly - hope.

 

********** 

 

      The wind swirled through the leaves of the enchanted 

forest, disturbing the meditation of those that sought 

peace of mind in one of the more sacred groves.

 

       With one smooth motion, the strange pair opened their 

eyes and stood as the wind blew through the small clearing. 

 

      The man looked young, yet his once jet black hair was 

now snow white, ancient alien-looking eyes betraying great 

power and wisdom. His movements bespoke of great strength 

despite his deceptive wiry build.

 

      "Something is happening. Something wondrous." He 

spoke softly, his voice contemplative. 

 

       The woman was equally youthful in appearance, yet her 

uncommon beauty betrayed alien origins. Her crimson hair 

easily flowed past her slender waist, and around her eyes, 

the faint traces of age lines betrayed her true age. 

       

       "It is a passing of an age." She said. "An old power 

for good and order rises once more in the south. Soon, the 

Winter will make way for the Summer and the world will once 

again see an Age of Men."

       

      "Then, it is time." His voice was quiet.

 

      "It has been agreed a long time ago - I will go to 

them, and give our aid and perhaps offer some guidance." 

She looked at him thoughtfully and then smiled. 

 

      "What title should I use, Master of Eldarein?" 

 

      He smiled in reply and said, "That had also been 

agreed upon, a very long time ago. You will go as the 

Emissary, Lady Inanna."

 

      Inanna considered this and nodded her understanding.

 

********** 

 

      The wind blew through the Plains of Ruins, where the 

cities of Man had once towered high into the sky and soon 

it reached Kusan, Bastion of the West. It swirled around a 

gleaming spire and faded away as a gentle fey power bid it 

to do so.

 

      The two women who stood on the balconies of Kusan's 

highest spire felt and knew the significance of the warm 

wind. 

 

      "Why did you do it?" The one who spoke wore the 

clothes of a traveler beneath dark robes. She was petite 

and fragile-looking - no thanks to her snow white hair 

which she had maintained in a utilitarian short manner and 

a pale flawless complexion. Her dark violet eyes were 

questioning and curious at the same time.

 

      "There are men and a great number of intelligent 

creatures who serve darkness in the Plains, my old friend." 

The other turned and arched an eyebrow at her companion, 

her long raven dark hair a stark contrast to the white of 

her old friend. "Among them number several Old Ones - who 

can read the signs and portends as well as any among our 

friends and comrades."

 

      "It would avail the Summer Queen little and blunt our 

purposes, if those who serve darkness would find and strike 

down the ones who would assist the dawn of this new age." 

 

      "Forgive me, I have forgotten."

 

      She turned and laid a comforting hand on the shoulder 

of the shorter woman. "Among us all, you have endured 

much." She paused and a gentle smile appeared on her 

ageless features. 

 

       "Will you leave Kusan to go to her aid? Will you seek 

peace among your family?"

       

       The petite woman considered this and then, slowly 

shook her head. "No. It is no longer my place to be among 

them. My return would give them joy but it would be brief. 

My continued presence will cause them much pain and 

anguish." 

 

      "Nay, I cannot return there. It is, after all, the 

path not taken."

 

      She closed her eyes in thought and when she opened 

them moments later, she had arrived at a decision. 

 

      "I will follow Miaka, Hikaru and Saffron." She smiled 

sadly as she continued on, intoning the ritual words, "I 

will go to Star's End, to our promised sanctuary, to our 

promised rest. I will diminish - but I will remain Hotaru."

 

      Then, there was a fey power, subtle but noticeable. 

Hotaru's slim shoulders slumped and she closed her eyes, 

the weariness of centuries seeping through her slim body. 

The taller woman stepped forward and embraced her shorter 

friend gently, understanding on her face.  

 

      "Then I wish you well on the journey ahead, Hotaru 

Tomoe, daughter of Souichi, Princess and Senshi of Saturn."

 

      Hotaru returned her embrace and whispered her reply, 

"May the kamis give you strength in the days ahead, my old 

friend, Lady of the West and Mistress of Kusan."

 

********** 

 

      The Hidden City is no longer hidden; those who 

slumber no longer sleep. The ice retreat, the snowstorms 

abate. There is much warmth and I see spires of crystal and 

wondrous constructs raised by lost arts. More importantly, 

I see the dais and the Throne from where the Summer Queen 

will reign over her realm. I see her face, beautiful, 

flawless, and serene. That is her name, the name of the 

Summer Queen - Serenity, Queen of the World.

 

********** 

 

      The knocking grew louder.

 

      "Illuminate." Light emerged from the crystal upon the 

end of his staff, and he quickly shuffled down the stone 

stairs to greet his visitor

 

      Evening passed quickly and the darkness of the night 

settled upon the small valley amongst the mighty mountains 

of the Calamitous Peaks. Not many men or women were brave 

and able to withstand the harsh wintry climate of the Peaks, 

and many who had these qualities prefer the sanctuary of 

enchanted realms - Kusan or Isenthor or Eldarein.

 

      Yet, one man had done it, forging a sanctuary with 

arcane abilities. He wore voluminous robes of black - a 

vanity of his - and bore a hint of irritance on his boyish 

face as he used his magic sight to see who was at his door.

 

      "This is indeed a surprise." He murmured to himself 

as he recognized his visitor. Composing himself, he opened 

his door and was confronted by a pair of alien blue eyes.

 

      He had forgotten how beautiful she was.

 

      "Well, Harold Isenthal, are you going to let your 

teacher in or let her freeze in the open?" Inanna asked, a 

bemused look on her flawless features.

 

      And so it begins.

 

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 Author's Notes: 

 For now, this is only an one-shot. ^_^

 

 Obviously, I have read too much fantasy books, 

 watched too much  FOTR over the holidays,

 and re-read LOTR over the last month. ^_^

 

 Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all, 

 C&C is, once again, welcome.

 

 



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