不知道……这里有没有对英语写作有特殊兴趣的人……如果没有就让我做第一个吧=w=
这篇东西很诡异，大概是以前做的某个烂尾故事的前传（就是独立的短篇= =
（另外弱弱地说一句，我只会写英语。。。【众：你还是中国人吗！！】= =
版主就辛苦你了~~（喂！！The Silver Guardian Silence fell as the silver winged young lady, strained with blood, stood among the soldiers with a mysterious smile upon her face. The hill where she was standing was surrounded by hundreds of men. Few faces were lightened with triumph; but mostly there were frightened ones, pale with fear, as if they were achieving a victory impossible to acquire.
'Oh, please, not again, ' she sneered, 'I've killed dozens of you, fearless but foolish challengers.' They knew she was not lying. The Silver Prophet, now Horatia of the last Celestials, had been roaming among the wreckages of war since centuries and decades ago, killing badly injured innocent soldiers, in order to, as in their terms, destroy every spot of hope. There were times when the human king sentenced the beast to death, but no one had ever succeeded in touching her with a mere finger. She once was a legend, then a myth, then a nightmare. This attack, for Horatia, was not a very surprising event, for she had gone through it millions of times on the battle field. Her face was lit up with confidence, which made the soldiers tremble with fright. No one said a word at the very moment. The battle ended as quickly as how it began. Hundreds of bows and five or six cannons fired at Horatia, willing to perform a sudden attack, not minding what the result will be. Then it happened; Horatia didn't let them down, vanishing from the spot in an unrealistic speed into the crowd. After several screams, several men were tore to pieces by a force unable to see. Armors and blades seemed no use against such fearful might; their destinies were the same. With her long spear, Horatia was so powerful that she seemed no longer a living creature, but a hurricane, a tornado with all frightening features. The battle was epic; sadly, in fact, it was more like bloodshed. Horatia was again by herself, among bodies of dead people. One hundred and thirty four were killed on the very day, not counting the escaped. However, this was, for Horatia, far less than her expectation. She sat there for half a day, waiting for all the victims to die. By the sunrise, she heard something unusual. Somebody was heading nearer, running in full speed, breathing hard; it was not a beast, but a human. A girl, about eleven or twelve years old, was running in Horatia's direction. She had big eyes and straight black hair, and is of short build. A quite good-looking girl she was; but in the slayer's eyes, she was nothing but a joke. No one, not even the army, dared to be so close to her. Horatia watched her expression, as if she was watching a clown. It seemed there wouldn't be any necessity to kill. As the girl went nearer Horatia, her pace slowed down, and her face was filled with blank astonishment. She walked in a heavy pace, and her eyes were filled with anger. No fear; this was not common as in Horatia's experience. Everyone who ever tried to get close her knew they were in fatal danger, and tremble with fright. But the girl moved on, without a single sight of fear, she stared at Horatia in the strongest anger human could express. 'You've done it,' she whispered in sorrow, 'how could've you done it... ' Horatia didn't reply. In the young girl's eyes, she saw flames of anger, like sharp arrows, anxious to strike in every direction. 'You've already killed me, ' her voice went down, 'I would rather be dead than losing my beloved ones...' Horatia smiled. It was love again; the weakness of mankind that was, even till now, believed to be the strongest might-- but in front of blades, it never was. It did not save her own family of the last Celestials, nor did it stop the ongoing pace for her race to be extinct. She once loved, but found it no use; so she threw it away. No more she would love again. The girl was crying as she kneeled to the dead. Tears came out from her big eyes, and began streaming down her beautiful face. After a minute of silence, she stopped sobbing, and picked up the sword from one hand of the body. Though strained with blood, the weapon was as sharp as it used to be. She scrubbed it with her sleeve, uncovering the words on the blade that read 'Stillife'. Holding the heavy weapon in her hands, the young girl stood up. 'You're not gonna fight me, are you?' Horatia sneered. To her surprise, the girl replied, slowly stressing each syllable, 'It's Doranne Stillife's honor.' Without further warning, Doranne rushed towards her, seizing the sword to attack; it was pretty obvious that she had no combat skills at all. Horatia sneered once more, and didn't move. As Doranne approached, she caught her sword with a bare palm, and threw it to the ground, not even using her whole strength. It was, indeed, a joke that cost too much. Doranne fell to the ground and Horatia pointed at her with her spear. Only a wave would send the pretender to hell. 'I'd be dead without your mercy,' Doranne said, 'I don't want to live anymore.' Curiosity made Horatia listen to her words. With a sigh that didn't fit a teenage girl, Doranne continued. From Doranne's words, Horatia learnt that the girl lost her father in the battle against her, and she had become an orphan as a result. Horatia listened with a smile: how could it be such a coincidence that she herself had similar experiences? Her relatives were killed in the world war, too; the only difference was that Doranne had not given up the fatal weakness of love, while she herself had forgotten how to love, and didn't even know what love stands for. 'What do you mean by mentioning the nasty word of love?' she asked sharply. Doranne raised her head and looked at her in amazement. 'You should've known,' she said, 'it's a charm. A charm that guards you through long and cold nights, a charm that enables you to feel warmth and hope...' 'But it's a fatal weakness, little girl,' Horatia stressed. Doranne looked right into her eyes, as if she was able to read her mind. 'I'm certain that you are afraid inside.' The sounds of metal, clicking and smashing, seemed to come from somewhere far away. Spells burst out of thin air and exploded beneath the red sky, where the final battle continued. The little girl Horatia and her young sister Chewsane were watching aside, trembling in fear, as arrows with fire rained down from heaven, narrowly missing their guardian's shield. Flames surrounded their safe hiding place. There were shouts and screams, along with huge explosions; it was impossible to tell whether the Celestials had been defeated or not. Their mother, badly wounded, was by their side, keeping the protection. 'If anything happens, remember that we love you. The Silver Guardian will always be there.' A cannon ball was heading in their direction; then all went dark. When the girls awoke, they smelled smoke and ash, but there was only deadly silence. They were, by then, the last two living creatures on the battlefield. But there was one more voice that spoke. 'The Silver Guardian will always be there.' Horatia was unconscious that she had dropped her weapon; it fell to the ground with a loud noise, which dragged her back to reality. Something hot was in her eyes, and then it went running down her face. This was a feeling that she had never experienced before. It felt as if something sealed for decades deep inside was revealed. 'I...should've known,' she said in a low voice.
Doranne was staring at her expression in blank astonishment. No Silver Prophet had ever shown any of his or her feelings. 'You may go.' The young girl couldn't believe her ears; this was the first time ever for Horatia to let the prey go. She stood up, but didn't go away. 'I've no place to go,' she said. Horatia could leave her alone on the battlefield, not messing with human's business; but a voice inside her told her not to do so. She knew the girl would die of fierce beasts in the fields, and had a strange feeling that she should help. 'Let me bring you back,' she heard herself say, 'where do you live?' Doranne's eyes lit up, and then the light faded away. 'I no longer have a home... Just take me to the territory of human.' The territory of human; that would not be a nice place for a single Celestial like herself to go to. Horatia opened her mouth, willing to refuse, but a familiar voice spoke: 'The Silver Guardian will always be there.' How long had she been comprehending the words, she could not know; but all of a sudden, she realized what her mother was talking about. The Silver Guardian referred to nobody but herself, whom would be always by her side. The job was not to kill, but to love. And she was a guardian. 'I'll do it,' she said, 'with my wings.' Doranne's sorrow seemed to be replaced by delight. She said, 'I thought you'd say no. After all, they're against you... Maybe you should just leave me alone.' 'Never.' Horatia picked up her spear and said, 'Now it's my turn.' They were as ready as they could possibly be; Horatia caught Doranne in her arms, and with a wave of the wings, they took off. 'As a Silver Prophet, emotion is forbidden.' As they flew, Horatia was not feeling well. It was a strange feeling that something inside her was moving. Then she realized she had broken the rules of the ancient Celestial law. What will happen if she happened to have feelings like human? She will be treated as an alien in her race, that's common knowledge; but as she was the few survivors of the Celestials, it seemed that the punishment wouldn't be effective. For sure, there was another sentence beneath the law, which answered the question. But with the temple destroyed in war, she could never remember what it said. Fortunately she could not; she just flew on and on, with the young girl Doranne in her arms. There it was, the kingdom of human. Patches of green were the fields, and the towns looked like match boxes. It looked fairly peaceful indeed, as if the people did not know what terrible bloodshed happened outside the walls, as men fought other races of equal life, in order to take control of the world. But soon the situation changed. When Horatia lowered in order to bring Doranne to the ground, they were surrounded by bows and arrows. It was pretty obvious that though they were flying one hundred meters above the land, they were unavoidably spotted by people. 'Evil human,' Horatia cursed and flew swiftly up into the sky, where the arrows would never reach. But things get worse and worse. More and more people were gathering outside their homes, armed with real weapons. They seemed to know arrows could not do them any harm. After several attempts, rifles fired at them, wounding Horatia on the leg. This was the first time ever that her protection charm didn't work. How could it happen? Doranne was trembling in her arms, nearly screaming in fear. Horatia knew she could not give up, and she first realized how her parents felt as guardians of her. It was really not easy. She had not noticed that a big mistake was made. During the battle, they lost their direction; and now below them, is the capital of Utteria, the city of Frania. It was obvious that Frania was not friendly at all. Besides the capital of Utteria, it also had the largest military camp throughout the kingdom. Now the kingdom's finest forces were gathering on the land of Frania. As they were preparing to defend their king, Horatia gasped. Misunderstandings. That's what led to the world war. 'They've seen us,' Doranne cried, 'they are gonna fire!' 'It's nothing serious, you'll be fine,' Horatia said, trying hard to ignore the pain. Then the battle began. It was much harder than Horatia had expected, for she first learnt that human could not only shout out slogans and fight with swords, but they could also use magic. That made them ten times more difficult to fight, especially when Horatia found that her protective charm didn't work anymore. What's more, she spent too much energy flying across the land, so it became difficult for her to control herself as well as before. The army made every effort to shoot her off the sky. Arrows were already abandoned. Instead, they shot at her; it wasn't that easy to get over. Bird-like creatures soared in the sky, flying around her and tried to attack. Doranne screamed with fright; there were times when she was nearly killed, but with Horatia’s help they escaped narrowly. Horatia was making every effort to keep the girl safe in her arms. She was badly injured at that time, and she felt she had used up all her might. But she forced herself not to give up; after all, she's playing the role of a guardian, and she couldn't die halfway. 'Don't be afraid,' she said, 'they are just testing our bravery, aren't they?' Doranne felt something running down her face. It ran down into her mouth, and she could tell it was blood. 'Remember to prove yourself when you reach the ground,' Horatia reminded, 'you mustn't die with me.' Her voice was strange. She knew she could not keep flying any longer. 'No--' Doranne cried, 'You won't! Just leave me--' Then a flash of light hit Horatia in the wing, slicing one of them off her back; that was the end of the flight. They fell from somewhere one hundred meters high, like a falling star. Only then did Horatia realize what the ancient prophet was. She had been cursed by it.
Horatia was holding her tight as they fell into a bush. Luckily, Doranne wasn't hurt because Horatia protected her below. 'Lucky for us,' Doranne said, 'how are you?' Horatia could not answer. She was injured so badly that she was surprised to be alive again. Telling the truth wouldn't be nice in this situation. As they got out of the bush, Horatia said, 'Please, go somewhere safe.' Doranne looked at her. It wasn't difficult to make the choice; after a few seconds she said, 'I won't leave you alone. You saved my life.' 'They'll be here at any moment; I don't want you to be in trouble.' 'What if I explain the whole thing to them?' Doranne thought and said, 'Maybe it's only a misunderstanding...' To her surprise, Horatia smiled weakly in reply. 'They've been willing to kill me for ages. Me and my whole family. And they've achieved quite a lot...' There was no time to chat. One soldier spotted them and shouted, 'They're here! The Celestial!' In no more than a minute, armies of men surrounded them. Guns aimed at them, about to fire. 'Stop,' Doranne shouted, 'we're innocent--' 'A human girl, huh?' the leading man said coldly, 'Or are we mistaken, a human hostage taken by a Celestial?' Doranne was about to explain, when Horatia's voice spoke behind her, 'I've taken her as a hostage, evil human. Kill me, but there's nothing to do with this child.' The men looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Before she could possibly say a word, Doranne was pulled away from Horatia. 'How...could you....' she said in a low voice. Horatia's face was lit up with a sneer. She picked up her spear and said, 'Now, should we give it a try?' Doranne screamed as she was taken away by the soldiers from the crowd. Several doctors accompanied her and told her to calm down, but she didn't care. All she cared was Horatia. She knew Horatia was dying, but she couldn't do a thing to help. After all, she was the one that saved her. 'I've no mental problem,' she cried angrily, 'stop it and leave me alone--' Guns fired somewhere far away. People were roaring with triumph; but she could not ignore them. She was taken into the ambulance and the doctors treated her scratch. After the medication, when she was supposed to lie on bed, she sneaked out of the ambulance. It seemed that the battle had no other possibilities. Horatia was killed, along with three soldiers, and though their bodies were taken away, the place of the battle was not cleaned. Doranne stared at the place of sadness for a minute, or an hour; but it felt like centuries gone, gone with the wind into heaven, where her soul may find her guardian's. Three of them in total. But what else could she do to take them back? She had no answer. The happiness of new birth could not cover the sorrow of loss, while the war would continue, continue till the end of their verse. Besides the blood on the ground, there were some tiny letters written in red. And a necklace was left aside. The words read: 'Take this to sister Chewsane. Your Silver Guardian.' Doranne picked up Horatia's necklace. Who would Horatia want her to deliver this to? And Chewsane, the sister of Horatia? Where could she be? Wherever Chewsane would be, Doranne would sacrifice everything to keep the promise. With a sigh of sorrow, she kneeled with the tiny object in her hand.
She would live, and as long as she could; because she knew that the Silver Guardian would always be there. And forever. --Years have passed. The war continues. Deaths occur. Yet no more Silver Guardians. Will there be? --Vide infra.
Completed on May 16, 2010
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