Slayers, Diary of a Dragon, Ch.7Chapter 7. The One Who Will Fill the World with Darkness.
Wednesday, March 20th.
Nelvale Desert. By the Campfire. 8:36 am.
There will be a reckoning!
Ugh just just the idea of that monster hanging around here all night while we were all sleeping, it's it's too skin-crawlingly repulsive for words! And now he's just sitting around the fire waiting for Mister Gourry (who seems to be feeling much better this morning) to finish frying up the bacon (why a creature who feeds on the misery of others should have any share in our limited supply of food is completely beyond me), perfectly at home among the group.
And why shouldn't he be just perfectly at home? It's not like the others are making any attempt to drive him out with torches and spells like they should be!
Thank goodness I have my diary as an excuse to avoid him. I can just keep writing away in here and no one will bother me. Nevertheless, something has to be done about him. Who k
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Chapter 1. An Important Matter.
Seyruun City–the white magic capital of the world! The Big Starfruit, as it is locally known. Whatever you want to call it, Lina, Gourry, and Zelgadis were fast approaching it as they crossed over a grassy hill. The rural setting they were passing through, replete with haystacks and bored looking cows, seemed downright strange when you considered that a massive city block lay just ahead. But a massive city block needs feeding after all.
“Man, I can’t wait until we’re at the castle,” Lina said, easing a crick out of her neck. “I deserve to sleep like royalty. None of this sleeping in ditches crap we’ve had to deal with the last few days.”
“We wouldn’t have had to sleep in any ditches if you hadn’t blown up that tavern,” Zelgadis reminded her irritably.
“Aw, come on,” Gourry said. “You know how she gets when they’re stingy with the por
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It was a good-bye meal of sorts after the commotion that had been following them all this time. Well, not really. They wouldn't call it that. After all, Filia had already gone on her own way and Xellos had disappeared soon after that. Tomorrow Lina and Gourry would be going off on their own to find treasure, cause trouble, and eat up a storm across the land. Amelia would be heading back to Seyruun at sunrise as well. After all, princesses can't just go wandering all the time if they're responsible, she found herself thinking somewhat bitterly. And Zelgadis? Well, you can guess.
"Mister Zelgadis?" Amelia asked tentatively.
The dining room of the inn was fairly empty. The rowdier drinkers were fishing around in their pockets and making sheepish, slurred excuses about their "pants being in their other wallet" before readying to make their staggering way home. The bartender was idly cleaning a glass with a rag. It was more busy work to wait until closing time came t
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Wolves and Their Prey.
Really, there is no such sustainable unit as a lone wolf. Oh, lone wolves exist; pushed out by the higher ups in their packs for various crimes against the pack. But a lone wolf is only one step away from death. A wolf by itself will not howl to the lonely moon unless it wants to risk being torn to pieces by either its old pack or a neighboring pack. Wolves have a complicated hierarchy that extends far beyond the alpha pair. Wolves hunt in groups. A wolf by itself cannot scrape by for long in this cold, cruel world. A lone wolf is not romantic.
The wolf with the keen eyes and the sleek coat creeping through the underbrush was not a lone wolf. He was from a proud pack that dominated the western edge of the forest. It was one of the biggest packs in the area, though this didn't say much because many packs in the area had been reduced to as little as four adults, which wasn't even much of a pack anymore. It was those damn farms that had crop
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Filia sighed happily as she walked down the street in a slightly leaned over posture as she towed the ever distractible Val along by the hand. It had been a lovely day so far. The shop was fulfilling, really it was, but it was nice to get away from the hustle and bustle every so often, and knowing that Gravos had things taken care of back at the home base made it much less stressful to be away.
Of course, the day hadn't been all fun and games as evidenced by the bag of groceries Jillas was carrying as he lagged behind them, bumping into things as he tried to see over the rutabagas, and the bag of pottery supplies she was lugging with the hand that wasn't lugging Val. It had been a day full of necessary errands that had been put off for too long. But that didn't mean there hadn't been time for quiet enjoyment. After all that time spent behind the counter of her own shop it was nice to play the customer role every so often. Not only that, but they'd
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It is very possible that there is a world out there stranger than one in which a gang of super powered spooks battles with a bunch of pious reptiles to decide the world's fate.
That world might be
"Ah, Miss Seyruun. I apologize for the delay," the man at the desk said, shuffling papers as Amelia entered the room.
"No trouble," Amelia said weakly, taking a seat. She was not in the best of spirits. She'd been full of confidence when she'd arrived in the city of Ankh-Morpork earlier that morning, but nearly being mugged by a man who claimed to be a licensed professional in the field of mugging had dampened this feeling. And then there'd been the wait outside the Patrician's office. Something about it had set her teeth on edge. She couldn't help feeling it had something to do with the clock.
And then there was the Patrician himself. She was not fooled by the thin appearance or the delicate pianist's fingers. She'd seen enough of the world to rec
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It all started because Xellos needed a place to keep his books. He didn't exactly subscribe to the notion that knowledge was power, but knew all too well that knowledge was the best way to leverage power. Not only that, but he also knew the location of every five-star ice cream parlor in the entire world. That was something worth bragging about.
He supposed that he could've kept them on the astral side but well books seem to sort of belong on shelves. And he didn't like reading on the astral side anyway. The constantly shifting light sources made the prospect rather annoying.
And what is a house but a place to store shelves?
So he'd gotten a space of his ownnot to live in, but to keep things in. It worked out well not only for books but for any items that he had to eh 'confiscate' because they were too dangerous for human hands, but were not to be destroyed. Plus he could read mid-air without arousing any
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"I'm heading out after breakfast," Seyruun Castle's postmaster announced, poking his head into the great hall where the royal officials ate shoulder to shoulder with the castle staff as a show of brotherhood, equality, and good-will (not to mention a great savings in space). "Any post?"
There was a squeak of a chair being hurriedly pushed out as Princess Amelia tossed her napkin onto her plate. "Just a second," she said and got up.
"I know I have a pile around somewhere," Prince Philionel said, shuffling uncomfortably from the seat next to the one his daughter had just vacated.
"The ones on your desk?" the postmaster prompted kindly, giving the princess a smile as she sped past him.
Prince Phil snapped his fingers and pointed at the postmaster. "Those were the ones!"
"Already got them," the postmaster said confidently, patting his mailbag.
"Good man!" Phil congratulated and promptly returned his attention to his hearty, artery-clogging breakfast.
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"So that's about the state of things," Lina concluded, addressing her ragtag group of friends from the room of an inn one summer's morning. Zelgadis, Amelia, Gourry, and Filia had sat around the small table in the room and listened patiently to what she had to say. Well, Zelgadis, Amelia and Filia had listened patiently; Gourry had squinted at the wall until the weird stain on it looked like a bunny. "From what I heard the rumors of the book's existence seem pretty solid, but we can't be sure until we check it out ourselves."
"But you really ought to be wary of the information with a source like that," Filia said doubtfully.
"I've said it before and I'll say it again: bandits know their treasure," Lina defended. "Loot locating is basically their entire job. I think it's at least worth looking into, especially since it's so close by."
"A new way to fight monsters," Amelia repeated vaguely. "If the book really contains something like that, how could we not look
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Sometimes it’s just not prudent to ask too many questions. After the previous day’s very draining and costly battle against a pair of monsters with an axe to grind against them, most of Lina Inverse’s crew wasn’t inclined to start making a fuss about minor social inconsistencies amongst the group. After all, they were so tapped out of magical power after the fight, that they’d spent all the energy they had left on healing the most major of their wounds. With fresh cuts and bruises still uncured and lacking defenses if they got ambushed again, it was much more important that they keep a careful eye on things as they traveled along the road than it was to examine why things were just ever so slightly “weird” between two of their traveling companions.
It wasn’t as though the behavior was completely unexplainable, anyway. They’d all have been toast if Xellos hadn’t shown up when he did with his veiled threats about
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Xellos had been trying unsuccessfully for the last several hours to get Filia to look at him.
Ah, but putting it that way made it sound rather unfairly pathetic. The current state of affairs, with his outwardly nonchalant efforts to turn her gaze his way being thwarted by her insistence on looking at such things as tree bark, dirt, and animal dung (elements that she would most likely insist were much more worthy of her attention than he was), was not the way this whole thing had started. No this campaign had begun not with failure, but with unexpected success.
That morning had run much like any other morningwith a lengthy breakfast served at the inn they'd stayed at. Lina had been complaining about her latest efforts to destroy her sleep cycle by staying up all night looking through as much Outer World literature as she could find concerning magical items, Zelgadis, who had been doing just as much research, complained about how much Lina was comp
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The Autumn of the Year
A Slayers One-Shot
By AmberPalette (Amber C.S.)
((Disclaimer: Xelloss, Filia, Rezo, Zelgadiss, Amelia, and all other characters of the Slayers franchise are © Hajime Kanzaka, Rui Araizumi, Software Sculptors, J.C. Staff, and Funimation. I haven't written a fanfiction for these two in over two years. My free time is now far more limited, and multiple-chaptered fanfictions are difficult for me to find the time to complete. So I hope this simple one-shot will suffice to re-establish my fandom devotion to a beloved old OTP. Timeframe is just before the finale of Slayers Evolution-R, and just after. Enjoy the psychological portraits. Pairings are ZA and XF. ))
Her hand was cold and moist; perhaps it was because of the damp air in Taforashia Palace's herbal closet, or perhaps it was because of the miserly time under which they healed a thousand human beings whom he had subjected to his reckless selfishness,
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Part 2. Xelloss's Perspective.
I have always known that Filia Ul Copt derives quixotic courage from my presence.
I have always known that we are mirrored. That outrage consumes her at seeing her inverse, her shade, her purple feral anti-reflection, in a perpetrator of historic genocide against her race. That her anger makes her feel, perversely, invincible.
I know that I am her secret weapon. It is a fact both comical and horrifying.
Allow me to reminisce, because that abandoned mansion was a perfect example. The recklessness that I inspire was the real reason why she "permitted" me to tag along with her that day, while she "exorcised" the building like a novice.
You see, I even know why silly Filly "felt" eyeballs in that bathroom mirror.
Because a physical, psychological, and spiritual space so long devoid of the struggles, affections, and clutter, that are standard to a mortal life, has a way of nibbling at the
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A Prayer for Me
(A Slayers Fanficlet/hypothetical scene, Xellos x Filia)
By Amber S./"AmbePalette"
"Through this world I've stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word
To find the truth enslaved
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
You words keep me alive"
"You said you'd light a candle
And you'd say a prayer for me
I feel the light has dimmed and gone…
And maybe my intentions have been misunderstood
I know you feel so beautifully wronged…
I was your anger
And you were my fear
And now that it's over
Of course it's so clear
That you were no angel
And I was no sin
And somehow I can't let it go
Can't let you go again"
--Goo Goo Dolls
The quietest individual on the veranda of the outerworld seaport town that afternoon was a slender, broad-shouldered man leaning idly on a twisted wooden staff. His age was indiscernible—true, his