"That tomb as you call it is a comfort to me child. Within it, all is quiet. I cannot feel. I cannot see. I cannot breath the air, I cannot taste the wind. Most importantly, I cannot remember...." She spoke softly as she now stared upward at the moon. One rainbow like tear attempted to escape her gorgeous face, but was captured and dragged back by the simple act of a blink.
Anima prepared without concern to return her to her magical prison, but was stopped by Dawn's hand grabbing his wrist. She stared at him angrily, before her eyes turned to sadness upon Eskatia.
"So...um....who was he?" Dawn asked as she shuffled her feet. The "obvious" which Dawn had deduced now struck Anima, as he crossed his arms and looked away. This wasn't his business apparently.
"He.....was my Husband. A Prince, and nobleman. He saw fit to love me, something that I will never understand to this day. We sought that love in the remnants of past battles. Your hair....it shines just like his did. Golden like the sun, even in the darkest of evenings." She stared for a moment to the strands between her fingers, before turning to Anima. "Child. Darkness, is not without love or compassion. The night is not evil, though it has been portrayed as such too many times. All things are connected, and at some point cannot survive without the aid, care, or hatred of another. It is our hearts that bind us, and at times, shackle us. You show a blatant disregard for the compassion of your allies, and in doing so have destined yourself for defeat before ever making an attempt."
Anima's eyes slowly rolled up to meet the Ruler's. To be stubborn is one thing, but to question the words of the experienced was something he never allowed himself to do. It takes time, and many memories of battle and consequence to truly understand the graces of life, death, or even friendship. This he understood better than anyone.
"Heed my words..." Eskatia whispered as she stared. "Because of the mistakes and selfishness of too many, our past battles are now not only ours, but the conflicts of others. A sad fate. You may understand what it means to fight, but one day a challenge will cross your path that will rip away at that demeanor of yours and leave you bare. It is inevitable, as it is for us all. I am now trapped in such a battle. One you cannot yet understand. Just as I exist, so does he still, and our paths will cross. It is without question, and on that day, only one of us can be left standing. No amount of love between us will change that. And because of the circumstances of our seals, this can happen as many times as is wished by the selfishness of man. We may yet strike each other down again thereafter, and again, until the Gods have their fill. I do not expect you to understand. As a parting gift, understand this. Always remember, your power is not yours alone, and the decisions of you all may one day find you sharing similar punishments....oh, and as for your 'tombs'? Allow me to graciously make my exit for you."
A flash of moonlight struck the clearing, seeming almost vengeful in its speed and luminosity. In the blink of an eye, Eskatia was gone, leaving behind nothing, not the feather, and apparently not the golden strands in her wake. Anima stared at the card within his hand trying to take in all that had suddenly happened.
"You must be pretty pissed you didn't get to practice huh." Dawn sighed heavily, expecting the inevitable vicious outburst.
"....No." Anima replied simply, quietly, emotionless.
Dawn blinked a few times in confusion, almost like characters in the anime she so belovedly watched. In fact, for a few moments, she thought about how nifty it was that she had done so. She always was a sucker for cool timing in real events. Just seemed to make things more interesting.
"Time to go home." Anima grumbled to himself as he began to walk back to the road where Dawn's car was parked.
"Alright, alright, so I guess same routine as always, I take you home to brood, and then meet up at the same time tomorrow right?" Dawn stared up as she spoke, to be completely honest, bored.
"Actually....uh....I was thinking maybe we could like hang out or something. Talk and crap. I suddenly just realized we really don't spend enough time together." Anima replied uncomfortably.
Dawn stopped for a moment stunned like a deer in headlights. Her friend was actually being friendly. She pinched herself for humorous effect, before jumping on his back to his irritation.
"All on your own, HUH." She spoke into his ear with a smirk plastered all over her face.
"Exactly. Now shut the hell up." He growled out as he carried her off to the car. Normally by now he would have dropped her onto her **** without any kind of hesitation, but the fates have a way of changing things. Then again, so does man share the same power he thought. Eskatia unknowlingly changed the intentions of a young man that night, in a way that would lead to her own new experiences. Experiences that would forever change her outlook on the eternal struggle presented to the Iczers.
"What are ya thinking about??" Dawn asked, having noticed that Anima wasn't responsing to any of the rambling she began after his oh so polite request.
"....about playing matchmaker." He said with a grin. "Time to hunt down a new card for my file...."
Be a craftsman in speech that thou mayest be strong, for the strength of one is the tongue, and speech is mightier than all fighting. ~ Maxims of Ptahhotep, 3400 B.C.