Episode 3: "The Moon's Pray Crosswind" Part III -YAMNA SAGA OVA 6

YAMNA SAGA 6
The Moon's Pray Crosswind
OVA SPECIAL PART III
"FLOATING - FALLING TO DARK."
Episode 3

The Brush in the valley of Cruoriff, is laced with it's earth of crystal fragments, stretching over cliffs in shapes of bridges. The Bridges are underlined with spikes of drew-dropped spheres made of glowing light. The Long way down to the roaring, river "Of White Blood" also named "The Length of To Heaven" spills it's watery mist under large red trees spindling their roots in staggers of vines to the peek of the water's edge; before a steep drop to the bottomless lake hemisphere to the south. The lake risen above the ground looks from below it, like the nothingness of the sky- we see when looking up to the blue-tinted clouds.

The wind nearby, waves at ground-view it's long grasses of white in a summer field- Sky eye View shows the Viewer floating down in eye view clouds darkening a section of long grass, as the area starts to fade in spots of real color. As we look closer, we see a faint body lay on the grass.

A voice in the distance is faint calling Jashiwi's name. Jashiwi opens his eyes slowly as strands of his hair blow across his face in drifts. Leaning up he looks forward as another stream of winds crosses by, releasing a cluster of dandelion seeds into the air mere feet ahead of him, blocking his view for a short moments time. Jashiwi's blinks in reaction, as the seeds pass their drift, falling softly to the ground.

Jashiwi's clarity of the person running to him is a woman dressed in a long spring dress. The woman reaches out to Jashiwi, with tears of fear in her eyes running from something. -Jashiwi's eyes open wider familiarizing the woman, he quickly stands up. Looking back to the woman, the woman is not there any more. Looking down, his eyes grow wide with shock, as the woman that he had seen is lying in a pool of gold-blood. Her face hidden by her long light colored hair, as she lays there on her side. Jashiwi leans down touching her face, as he sets her hair away from her lips. Her lips are red full of dry cuts around her jaw, the woman lays covered in rips now there, barely covering her body. The tattered clothing's edges un-spindle in black color as the woman's earrings are made of crystal. The Crystal shines twice, as Jashiwi picks her up into his arms. Standing up, Jashiwi walks foreword clasping tightly to the woman, as her hair starts to absorb to a light red tinge as they are headed to a nearby long road.

"FLOATING - FALLING TO DARK."

BEGINNING ANIMATION. CREDITS. OPENING MUSIC ALSO.

INT. TELEPORTING ROOM. MID AFTERNOON. MAGIKBOOM.-REAL TIME-

The echos of the pipes that lay on the floor, nearby the tomb that once held Jashiwi's mother Vandellie . The tomb is darkened by the sight of Crimson looking strait at it, with a magnifier prone tool in one of her hands. Touching the edges of it the waves of sound hummers a low noise that average, human ears cannot hear. Sweeping through the room is crosses past a table, knocking it over, in a crash. Crimson watches the soundless sweep to her brush into close objects, as the noise rumbles through the hallway. Caught up by Herocki sniffing a pair of shoes that where laid out side the fern kitchen- In the sudden hearing of the low barding noise, Herocki jolts up his slender neck and twitching his ears. The reaction to the noise, in his ear drums rumble with squeals of pain, from his throat. -in reaction Herocki seals his ears lowering his head to the floor, in quick snorts. His body rattles in tension, as Kimorne drops her bath supplies.

Herocki, raises his head squealing as Kimorne scoops him up, petting him in nervous. Kimorne bites her lip looking around. Pacing off in a run, carrying Herocki Kimorne dashes looking for someone to speak to in alarm.

KIMORNE:
I don't like this, everywhere I am running forward-something seems like it is chasing me!

Kimorne shuts her eyes running faster, as the strength of the sound is starting to speed up as she is stuck down by a staff. Kimorne drops to the floor on her stomach as Herocki bounces down the hallway a few feet, sliding into a coat hung by a coat stand. The coat stand crashes down into a million tiny chunks of oak wood. Kimorne looks up to see a glimpse of the woman above her holding a sliver-blue staff, as her earrings shimmer for a moment on the reflections of blood spatter from Kimorne's injury. The woman raises her staff glowing, shining a crescent-like cross on her forehead. The sound wave meets them, passing, as the Vandellie slams Kimorne like a steel base ball bat. Kimorne flies into a wall cracking the wall around her, as she slides falling as glass tables shatter into fragments scraping the edges of Kimorne's hair slicing her hair to short length. Kimorne's voice splits as her shock from the woman is pressed, Kimorne's throat against the wall. Kimorne struggles to grasp at the rod that controls the staff- but it is hot like the blase of fire in her eyes.

VANDELLIE :
You speak no more! I'll take what is mine back now!

Vandellie starts to press on Kimorne's throat, causing her to crackle with pain full eyes. Herocki bites at the woman's ankles piercing he skin. Vandellie, has no interest in The Little Pigwing, smacking Herocki with the end of her spined staff. Herocki explodes into pink bubbles, flying the pink everywhere. Kimorne, with shock, collapses falling down in a slump lean against the wall. Rushing past Kimorne, the sound wave surges Kimorne screams with great pain, being herd from Narga in her room to lift her head.

NARGA: (Looking at her door, with wide eyes.)
Kimorne-?

INT. HALLWAY NEAR CONTROL ROOM. MAGIKBOOM.

The woman walks up to Kimorne, curled up in a ball gasping for air with wide opened eyes. Kimorne's nose and mouth leaks with blood. Kimorne looks up, shaking in shock / fear as the maddened and lost souled Vandellie looks down on her with dark shaded eyes.

Kimorne's eyes draw in and then out, under a small pool of blood the width of four inches as she slowly looks the other way. Kimorne's eyes shut as she slumps her head on her side, becoming unconscious. The Vandellie turns her head as Narga lifts up a compact pulsar gun, aiming it at her head- the gun clicks to prepare fire. The Vandellie's eyes slit, turning yellow tinted she just stands up from kneeling over Kimorne.

NARGA: (Narga with a tensioned hand on the trigger, the gun creeks.)-(Pissed mood)-
What did you do to her!? You damn witch!

In the Garden (Green House) Anmay is reading a book, while leaned up against a tree, "The book of Spells" 745th edition. Flipping though deep red pages, filled with black and white sketched pictures, Anmay is finally met up with the sparking sound. Anmay's ears flinch, as he shuts his eyes in pain. The book falls on his lap, dropping open face up on the black floor.

-INSERT OPEN PAGE: TITLE OF CHAPTER: "THE SEA OF CLOUDS"-
-LOWER PAGE SECTIONS: IMAGE VIEW OF A TREE BRANCHED WITH FUZZED PICTURES-

One of the angels looks very familiar in "The Red Ioho-Yew Angel" Glossaries. Vivid and youth but full of insight and knowledge, covered in lusts of trees. Leaning over the side railing of the "Risen Balcony" Anmay covers his mouth, feeling sick. Over the Greenhouse, the Dragon Fountain's motor under it's pedestal overflows with water- gorging in sprays.

-Falling in the air, Anmay's ears throb with waves of shadow as he lands on a table of vases. Anmay just barely grazes the glass as the resist of shrieking noise now evolved to become. Breathing slowly, Anmay lunges himself over the table to the stone, marble floor. Anmay's wings emerge from his back, fanned out for a couple seconds in twitching covering him from the falling beams above broken from the sound waves. The beams clunk like logs rolling, smashing brush and plant pots. Most of the beams stop inches from Anmay's bent over body.

-Clenching his teeth, Anmay quickly surrounds himself with his wings to conceal the Death Caller's Spell. Dropping the book from his hands, Anmay quickly looks through the pages to find some sort of shield binder to repeal the spell. As even the sound is starting to make the containers and glass start to crack from the noise as it becomes more aware in the green house. As even, Anmay's wings are starting to weaken the noise Anmay finds a spell called: "One of the Forming Wings"

ANMAY: (Speaking to himself in Spell-Tone)
Abara tru-reas viena in ghwart in-toh!. -Mona-ji tai-jej hoohaljsd!
(Take a soul to rest in the gates of a binding shell! Goddess of The Earth Un-leash!)

The screaming noise, that was once hurling to the Green-house, Sharply stops it's prevail. Plants in the green house turn to a darker shade of color, as Anmay stands creasing back his wings. But finding that he cannot at his will. Staring at his reflection, from a water soaked jungle leaf, Anmay's eyes enlighten to a bright whitish green. Touching his face, Anmay feels his long nails are diminishing before his eyes, as Crimson enters the room holding a beginner's wand.

Anmay's eyes reflect an image of Crimson, as he sees Crimson's hair be surrounded by light and flow.

-INSERT CRIMSON'S EYES-

Crimson's eyes start to flutter, as she blinks hard a couple times to regain a sense of conscious.

Crimson's eyes shut in quick, as she rises slowly several inches above the floor. Shutting her eyes Crimson sets her hands on her chest, dropping her head slowly: revealing an outline of wings in white tints. The white outlines of wings grow, to spread into flowed draped angel wings. Crimson's hair becomes extremely blond with tints of golden yellow, as Crimson's lips turn to a shade of light glimmering pink. Soon, there after Crimson's clothes orb off of her skin, revealing a glowing white skin. Shimmering slowly up, in vertical -Crimson draws new clothes where her day clothes once where replacing in white and blue tints. A uniform of "A Angel Caller."- replaces her once loose peach overalls and white lace shirt.
Crimson's flowing delicate body flows to Anmay, as he is standing in an awe of what is happening, with confusion of wonder.

Anmay reaches out with his arms, as Crimson barley weighing anything falls in grace. Crimson's hair and features that had just changed remain the same, as Anmay's nails grow back to a smoother shape. Crimson, lays in his arms as a new heavenly mother Earth sent becomes her body. Anmay not knowing what to think or say, kneels down as Crimson's aroma that surrounds him gives off echos of her white wings. In the distance the sounds of grass in the Green House make a voice, faint and fluid. Crimson's eyes slowly open with a calm smile; fluid like the light blue grass in the Gardening area.

Lifting her head up, Crimson lovingly touches the back of his neck in a delicate touch. Anmay slightly blushes as she does so. The air in the Green Room is soft toned, with all that is around them. The Dragon Water Fountain rushes shimmers through it's spouts, creating large wavers of rings in the falling water's pools.

ANMAY: (Softly nervous, staring at her her)
You're delusional..

CRIMSON: (Closing in to give a sweet kiss to him)
...Anmay.....my god.....Angel...

In quicken Anmay blushes bitterly as Crimson lunges on him, making him fall back. Laying there for a small moments time, the reflections of the watered rings, waver soft lights. Anmay looks at her in a stern emotion, as Crimson unbuttons his dark crushed velvet shirt.

ANMAY: (In a Dark Nerve, then bitter-unease)
Crimson! Get your self together!. (This can't be real.)..!

Crimson, spreads her legs over his pants holding him firm with her inner thighs. Anmay blushes, with a flinched nerve as he looks in deep stern at Crimson. Leaning up slightly, Crimson hugs him close to her. . setting her head over his right shoulder.

ANMAY: (Red Faced holding himself up with her hung all over him)
This isn't what you want! I don't Want this~!

Crimson leans slightly back looking at him in a opened eyed look of confusion, but with the same fazed appearance. Grasping his shirt she trembles in sadden, laying her face on his chest holding him in remorse. Anmay looks down at her with raised eyebrows.

In quick Anmay grabs Crimson's hands from unbuckling his pant straps. Crimson, groans with sexual content. Crimson shuts her eyes and slowly opens them trying to give him another attempt at a kiss. Letting go of her hands quickly he then grasps her wrists close to him having her for a snap moment of her consciousness.

ANMAY: (Clenching his teeth, looking at her deeply).
Your-MAD!

Crimson blushes, opening her eyes to normal as she feels Anmay's body warmth. Blushing terribly before Crimsons eyes quickly snap back to fazed- Crimson is half conscious for a couple minutes. Crimson lowers her head, as her hair shades her face. Anmay stops his angered emotion, as a couple tears fall on his collar. Looking at Crimson, Anmay draws back his tension- laying there in wonder of her thoughts, as Crimson tenses her arms in slight tremble.

CRIMSON: (In a shadowed face, looking down.)
You are so stupid..! ...-Don't ever say that to some-one, ..someone you love.

ANMAY: (Opening his eyes in full, letting in more light to is irises)
...!!???!

-BACK FLASH-(Memory 1)

In swift, Anmay without a notion that Crimson is there, but thinks that it is the Goddess, in his Dream..Slowly takes a hold of Crimson's back, touching it softly, Crimson blushes bitterly with open eyes staring directly at Anmay. Anmay gently stokes her back down to her thighs and Crimson shivers with embarrassment. Crimson, still in shock of orgy watches him touch her ribs down to her belly.

Crimson opens up Anmay's shirt, revealing his smooth muscular abs. Opening up her wings in a spread fan display, Crimson then gently lays her wings down like a bed canopy over a lover's nest. Anmay stares forward as if in shock, from remembering what had happened between Crimson and himself that night.

-REFOCUS ON ANMAY AND CRIMSON-

Crimson kisses Anmay compassionately, as Anmay rises up his back to reveal his wings turning ever so slowly to a lighter shade of black. Undoing his pants Crimson slowly slides off her uniform, showing her smooth hourglass shape. One of her straps falls off her arm, as Anmay stares at her slander shape. Turning his eyes the other way he blushes slightly, as her sets his hands on her shoulder placing her light pink bra strap back up. Crimson sets her hand on his hand that is on her shoulder. Anmay looks up at her, as she stokes his hand softly.

Anmay with a soft emotion of tenderness and soon quick unraveling of his true self, kisses her on the mouth, giving her a trip to the: "Corral Heavens" without actually being there. Crimson just lets her-self go as he smothers his lips to her in whispering words of love and happiness together with the Goddess of His Pleasureful Dreams and Fantasies.

-FLASH BACK TO PRESENT-

Anmay stares at her with eyes filled with strait stared eyes of nervous blush, seeing her barley wearing anything at all. Crimson now remaining is her under garments, reveals a tatu of a Seal.
Crimson slips down her panties slowly as her bra drops to the side of them. Kissing Anmay's closed eyes gently- visions of Yamna are slowly fading from his mind, as Crimson's heart beat is all her hears. Anmay slowly opens his eyes to see Crimson's warm figure has the exact proportions as of Yamna. Anmay slowly closes his eyes, as Anmay's wings are almost the shade of white. Crimson groans in deep orgasm as Crimson's body heat and heart are fastened. Opening herself up to him, Anmay's eyes open wide being given a whole new experience
"Of Heaven".

INT, JASHIWI'S SLEEPING QUARTERS. MAGIKBOOM.-

Jashiwi's body heat is faded with visions of the Corral Heavens and of a world of when he was very young. Grasping the nearest cloth object closest, Yamna sitting in a chair. Yamna falls upon the bed over Jashiwi. Wincing in pain, Jashiwi's sweat gathers as Yamna is pressed close to him. -Holding her close, Jashiwi as he covers her with a blanket that is on top of him. Yamna looks at Jashiwi in sorrow, as she lays her head on his chest, hearing his heart beat shudder a bit between beats.