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King Fanel is taken prisoner. Hitomi believes she can find him with something called Tarot Cards but she must prove herself to Allen before they go gallivanting all over the world, limping all the way. The girl discloses a bit of intimate knowledge about Allen himself (tragic family history, anger towards his father); Celena is only grateful that the girl didn't reveal - or wasn't given? - that knowledge, the king is rescued, and they finally make it to Palas. (Hitomi doesn’t act any differently toward the Knight so Celena assumes she was not told the secret.) The Asturian King pretends to be in the Zaiback Stratego Folken's pocket and

Not everything calm stays calm. Allen is twenty-one and a half when Fanelia is attacked and burned by an unknown enemy; reports stating they were invisible. That night Celena stayed up late watching the flames brighten the dark sky, wondering how a guymelef - an entire squad of them - could become invisible. She saw a light shine across the sky and went out to investigate. Celena found a girl with odd hair and even odder clothes in the forest. The Moleman, current loved pest of the Castello, seemed to be a bit too intrigued by her jewelry. Celena of course rescued the girl from him; she wondered who this Amano person was he apparently loo

Duchess Marlene sends Allen a letter or two over the next few months. Celena is careful when it arrives and does not answer swiftly. There was never a rumor about the two; she wishes to make sure there never is. Exactly nine months after her union, Duchess Marlene Freid gives birth to a healthy baby boy. He takes after his mother - or so Cel-Allen hears. Both Asturia and Freid are very proud and very happy. Princess Millerna sees him at a ball on her thirteenth birthday. Celena despises it that the youngest Asturian princess sets her eyes and heart upon him. She too receives gratitude and rejection. The girl keeps trying; persistent she is.

It comes as a shock to Celena that Princess Marlene is smitten with Allen. She wonders if the princess manipulated the new Caeli into the position as her personal guard. Regardless of the possible manner her post was given, she continues with pride. She befriends the princess but keeps her distance. Any time Princess Marlene commits an act of romance, Allen quietly, stiffly accepts, pulls back just a little. He does not reciprocate. Soon Princess Marlene falls back on her advances. She does not act hurt, merely rejected. Celena knows almost exactly how she feels - society rejected her when Allen - don't think about that. Despite not accepti

(It was odd reliving her seventh year and to wait that extra year to be eight years old.) Seven years go by. She - He will soon be thirteen years old and is now close enough in age to enter proper sword training. Another two years go by and the sword becomes an extension of herself. In her - his fourteenth year, a passing Balgus of Fanelia sets his eyes on her - him. Balgus will not stay in Asturia, but he does train Allen a bit, even gives him piloting tips. The old Swordmaster highly recommended the skills of one young Allen Schezar to King Aston. Celena wonders if the old swordsman can see the truth. He acts carefully toward her. If he d

She is sure that she has no tears left to shed. She lost so many when she couldn't find her little brother. She had already lost some when her mother first became so sick. Now... now Mother is gone and Celena doesn't think she can shed another tear; she has no more left. Somehow, someway, she finds another reserve of water shored up within her and lets loose a torrent of tears down her face. Mother is gone. Father left over three months ago. Something in Mother's demeanor over the last two weeks spoke of her lost spouse; Celena could read it now. It is the head matron servant that speaks soothing words to Celena during the ceremony, durin

Mother had already been showing signs of sickness for last two weeks. She kept them hidden, but Celena was old enough to understand. Mother was short of breath just going down the stairs. Her eyes looked funny... or her face around them did. Crinkly, the skin rippling up and down, no longer smooth. She was very sad too... Celena had heard the servants whispering about her father. That he had been gone much longer this time that usual. The sadness of her mother ate at Celena. She knew in her heart that Jeture would bring Father home safe as soon as Father could return. But still... she caught Mother crying a few times the last two weeks. She

Seven-year-old Celena Schezar, skirts hiked up very unlady-like and tucked into the ribbon about her waist, rushed over the top of the hill. "Hurry Allen! We have to get to the best spot soon or we won't have enough time to pick all the flowers we need for Mama's party tomorrow!" Little Allen in the valley behind her huffed and puffed, his short legs too young to keep up. "But... we passed three other flower patches on the way here! An' you already gots a bunch of flowers!" He is six and cannot keep up with his elder sister. "It's called a bouquet! Those patches aren't good enough; this one has more flowers and they're prettier too!" "Oh -

Fallen Warrior Screws and bolts, nuts holding the plating together. Small tubes running from one end to the other, the fluid inside them allowing movement. Joints and rivets giving him a reason to live – appreciation. Folken’s eyes roved up and down his mechanical arm… at first he had been horrified – he was part guymelef for Escaflowne’s sake…! Then Lord Dornkirk had arrived, explained how his men had found him, told him the grand schematics of the device, and spoke of his dreams of a peaceful Gaea. The elderly man was a deeply gifted orator; he’d pulled the farmers from their dried fields and tu