http://clampfix.fanworks.net/re-fix/darklady.txt </head><body><pre>Hello, again! This was written one afternoon towards the end of my winter holiday. No, even I didn't think that I would ever write a fic from Alcyone's point of view. There shouldn't be too many spelling or grammatical errors. I do realise that writing "Pillar" in the middle of the Japanese titles seems out of place but I can't remember the Japanese term for Pillar (I think it's 'Hashira', can anyone verify this?). If anything seems really off the mark to the point of ridiculous please inform me, but courteously (anyone ever seen 1776?). Lan "Dark Lady" Disclaimer: I own nothing. Wait a nano--- gimme back my CCS DVD you heartless bastards!!! Oh the humanity! This is sick and wrong! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! Warnings/Ratings: G to PG; major plot spoilers for seasons I & II, DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE END OF THE FIRST SEASON OF MKR. Based on: Episodes 42-44 of the MKR anime Special Thanks to: Chibicarla, who inspired me to write this fic *Alcyone* I'm been called selfish more than once. The sting of the words never takes full effect until they are uttered by the one you adore. Love may be blind, but it isn't deaf. Until a while ago I had never been in love. All I knew was that it happened to some people, that it could take different forms. Presea loved our mentor Guru Clef. The Pillar loved Cephiro and its people. That was all that was to it. Then matters became complicated. From the age of fourteen onward I studied magic under Guru Clef along with the twins Presea and Sierra. To be frank the three of us weren't over fond of each other, at least that's a polite way of putting it. The two eventually became pharles, while I a Yil. Yils are sorcerers, but they have little role to play. The Pillar supports the land, sometimes they are aided by a high priest or are advised by the Guru. Any other enemies are destroyed by the kailu. There is no use for a Yil in these peaceful times. By far it is neither the most efficient or the least efficient system for a country to run on. Some were given a place in the world. Some were to create their own path. In all honesty I didn't know what to do with myself once I was a Yil. Before then I gave no thought of my future, studying magic consumed my existence. When Guru Clef told my that he had nothing more to teach . . . I lost what was most important to me, ambition. What could a Yil achieve in such a system? I had energy, but nothing to pursue. Man needs a cause to dedicate his life for, lest he become empty. A void in my soul, the very one I had been pushing away, swallowed me. 'Til one day, I received a new cause. Sol Zagato assembled some others and myself on a mission to assassinate the Mahou Kishi summoned by the Pillar. The idea that Sol Zagato had faith in a person as myself to execute that mission was flattering. Someone thought I was worth something. Someone felt that I, Alcyone , could accomplish something important. You oughtn't be surprised that I loved him. For that one reason alone I decided to make Zagato's cause my cause. Using my talents for a person that thought I was special gave me direction. Fanatical is the most appropriate word to describe my actions under his command. I know others, including other minions of Zagato's, thought I was some obsessed witch. They even laughed at me. In spite of it all, I kept going because Sol Zagato still kept me. Inexplicably, he must have thought that I was still worthwhile. For the duration of the mission, only Innouva and I remained faithful to Sol Zagato. As to the true motivation of his actions, we were in the dark. It was then I learned that . . . Sol Zagato was in love with the Pillar of Cephiro. To hope that he loved me in the same way I cherished him, was impossible. Love is always a one-way street. No person ever loves another in the exact same way, relationships are too complex for that. Still, I wanted Zagato to love me. Although his actions were veiled, his character was always excellent. If you tried to understand him just the tiniest bit then you would see that there was nothing evil about him. The Mahou Kishi thought him evil, but one would suppose that of anyone who make attempts on their life. The reason he tried to kill the Mahou Kishi was to save his love from suffering as the Pillar, and her certain death. A death guaranteed by the arrival of Mahou Kishi. Was it their fault that love was impossible to exist between the Pillar and anyone else? Yet lives were carelessly thrown away for the sake of two people. We'll never know if the ends justify the means. I hated the Mahou Kishi. Actually, I still hate them. Almost as much as I hate myself. No matter what it was a lose-lose situation. If they killed the Pillar then they killed the person that Zagato loved the most, he would be destroyed. If they killed Zagato then I would have no one to fight for. The success of the Mahou Kishi was always equivalent to my undoing. He died, as did the Pillar. Died doing what they wanted to do in order to be happy. I nearly died that night as well, with the Palace crumbling around me. Oftimes I wish I had. The one known as Debonair saved me from the Palace and gave me power beyond my dreams. More power than Sol Zagato ever gave me. There was a key difference however. Zagato gave me a purpose, Debonair did not. In the end she resorted to brain-washing to insure my absolute loyalty. Under Debonair I recall little of what she bade me to do. As a zombie-like figure I performed my duties, though without the enthusiasm of earlier times. Probably the sole reason for my existence was believing that Zagato was alive. Deluding myself to survive. Only a few weeks of fighting I met Lantis, younger brother of Zagato. To those who have not met either brother, let me assure you that it is far too easy to mistake one for the other. Identical build, coloring, voice, manner of speech. Most of all they shared a quiet inner strength. The kind of strength fueled by a steady heart. Lantis came to see me tonight about Debonair. Strange how his presence, he who frightened others by his stately gravity, comforted me greatly. Whether or not he intended to comfort me wasn't important. Perhaps the sole purpose of his visit was to extract information, Lantis gave me hope. One day I can be special again. One day I won't have to special for someone else. Because then, I'll be important to myself. I won't be cast away like everyone else. I am special. *owari*</pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>