An Angel is Lost by Mary Cruz Chapter Six W hat you said, it could be something very dangerous, don’t you think? Yolza asked, as anyone would do it when asking the doctor about an Ill relative, fearing to hear bad news. But this question was just to confirm what he already knew. His face didn’t show any traces of fear or apprehension, It wasn’t something he was used to. That’s why I’m here. That’s all you know about this man? - He needed to know all the information the Knight could give. Regrettably, all what we know is his name: Hess. I don’t know him, and I think he hasn’t been here. It may be not important at all, but you have to understand us. Personally, I think It’s too dangerous, Fanelia has been concentrated on it’s rebuild and I’m afraid it’s Vulnerable… and now whit its King disappearance, my suspects are growing higher I’ll make the people of Fanelia to prevent of the apparition of this man. Sahu! Yes Yolza? … I mean… At your disposition Sir! - Sahu entered to the room without looking inside of it, after being just outside the door on the corridor. I need you to go and look for Captain Bastet, and tell him that we are in an emergency situation. Ask him to bring the troops together to Instruct them about the measures we are going to take. We must watch over the frontiers and keep Escaflowne hidden. The population must not know about its king disappearance… If they notice He is absent… - Yolza glanced at Allen, and grimaced - Sir Allen Schezar, Fanelia needs you to do a service for it … If the King is still missing, It’s going to be necessary that you leave early tomorrow, Merle and Sahu will go with you… We are going to pretend that King Fanel has gone to Asturia with you for political matters. I think that’s an excellent Idea Allen recognized A great leader in Yolza. It was wise from him to think in Escaflowne, which would be in danger and it was in the Great War. They didn’t know what that man wanted… Yes Sir! Sahu was about to leave, but before he did, his sight noticed the presence of a third person in the room and, for his surprise, discovered Merle, making his exit precipitate. -He is too young - Allen said, smiling because he found the scene Hilarious. Too young, He has too much to learn, but he is the best in his class… Of course, everyone else died in the war - Said Merle, with contempt in her voice. Merle, You shouldn’t judge him so hard, Sahu is a good boy, and inside I know he appreciates you Merle gave Yolza an Incredulous glance - Deep, deeeep inside, like in the bottom of all… -Well, judging what I just saw here, I wouldn’t say that… - Allen’s comment made her blush in anger. I think it’s better for me to leave… Merle exited the room. Even when the palace was cold, she felt hot inside there, and she needed to take a breath of fresh air. “A little walk won’t kill me…” She walked by the gardens, full with flowers and other plants that made the morning’s warm air sweet. She walked until a point where the whole city could be seen, she sat there and rested her head in her hands. The sun moved fast in his way through the heavenly sky, fulfilled with white clouds. “How dare they to say things like those… Sahu JA ! Such an idiot…” The empty wineglass in his hand had captured his full attention. He took it between his fingers strongly, observing each single detail on it, defining each line and outlining firmly the curves that made of it a wineglass. Then, he examined the crystal’s transparency, which transformed in an illusion full of colors, when looking through the design impressed on it by the artist. Sight was, without any doubt, the sense he appreciated the most, Because It made him able to amaze every day with the discovering of the details, the most simple things that were beautiful, even when others can’t see this beauty. That was, in part, what made him feel pity for humanity: The incapacity to see what the world has to offer, to see the most beautiful things which are there everyday, everywhere, in the details that God sent in this world, and make Instants full of true happiness. Moments are build from instants, and life is made of those moments. He filled his wineglass again, with the red wine, reclined his head and took up his feet in to the couch. The room had for only illumination the natural light, which entered trough a crystal door, behind him, at his left. Noon was falling, and the sky was full of stormy clouds. William had not many friends, but he didn’t care about that, he perceived difference between him and the rest, but he was glad of the existence of such difference. He was young, and nevertheless he had gathered an amazing fortune, all by his own, at the age of 27: He was a genius. Everybody knew that he was, It was theme of conversation here and there, all around him. Since last year he was an orphan genius, and this event made him even richer, His father had died, and left him his estate. But, what William treasured the most of this legacy, was that old box and its contents, and what those things signified. “There’s nothing so sad as not knowing who you really are ” William thought, and It was thanks to that book shape box that he had discovered who he really was. The air brought the outside’s smell of the damp ground, It was cold, and the climate was humid ” Wine tastes better when the weather is cold… Its warmth feels so good trough all the way, from mouth to everywhere it passes by… ” “So it’s a man. …It’s him, no doubts” the latest report from “The traveler” was in the crystal table, in front of him. Besides the report, there was a small showing the picture of a woman: the author. “ I wonder how longer will I have to wait for her” “”””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””” Trough the Big opened window the girl watched with genuine interest the going forth and forward of the people on the streets, Occupied on their own business, their daily routines; The happy children playing outside, careless, a game that she couldn’t name. Her light sky blue eyes were filled with lost, she wanted, deep in her heart to know those games, and play them with them, outside those walls. The sounds of nature where mixed with the children’s shriek, and the go here and there of the others, their voices and steps of multitude. Her head rested on her hands, on her cheeks. Her right hand began suddenly, without thinking of it, to stroke her cheek, full of anxiety, like it was looking for something that should be there… Her blue eyes revealed the anguish at the fear of what it could find, but then she sighed in relief when she realized there wasn’t such a scar on her face. Nevertheless, the fear was there, her blood pressure stilled rushing and her face was pale. That fear, she knew it very well, came from deep inside herself…. That fear that didn’t let her sleep by night and she didn’t understand. She stilled being attracted to fire… but not the same way, because when she realized this fact, the fascination that made her unable to apart her sight from the flames, she felt afraid of herself. She avoided the fire, she didn’t Allen to notice. Celena knew that she wasn’t normal… but such abnormality wasn’t visible at all. No, It was something very deep inside her self-being, it was inside her mind, it was inside her very soul. She was afraid of herself and that wasn’t something she could understand… She remembered memories that weren’t hers and made her feel she was turning crazy… But the, a visit to the mirror, a tender smiles in her brother’s face and there, by his side, by the side of his guard and protector, she felt peaceful and could rest. But it was very different when he wasn’t at her side: she felt insecure, at the foreboding of what she once had been dared to do “Brother, comeback soon, please!” The sadness was so broad it hurt.