"Mmmmmmmm..." She stirred. How long was she out. Hours? Days? Did she win? As her vision came to, she realized something. She did not win. No... she and the others, as she could see now, were all chained to crosses. This was impossible. Noo... She was the Senshi of Death and Destruction... the most powerful one... Why then did she and the Senshi lost? Why? =========================================================================== Magictech Productions Presents... A Slayers and Sailor Moon Crossover... Slayers REVOLUTION Another unlikely crossover from the minds of Shaun Garin and WarChild... And as usual, nothing here belongs to us. If they did, we'd be rich! Author's note: Throughout the series we'll be featuring various characters who have been one shots in the Slayers world. Also... we'll sorta reference some of the Slayers novels. IF you know about the novels, you would know that TRY doesn't exist in any form in the novel continuity. And yes... just little Sailor Moon refs. This is called Slayers REVOLUTION after all. =========================================================================== Episode 2: Goodbye Sairaag! Another Journey Awaits! =========================================================================== Another day has arisen over Sairaag. The sun was suning, the birds were flying and chirping. And a slight breeze was blowing. Sylphiel laid quietly in her bad, dreaming of peaceful dreams, wishing for days of peace that would last forever. Light streamed into the window as the sensation of awakening filled her conciousness. She sat up, stretched and yawned dantily. With that she stood up, rubbed her eyes, and eyed the world outside the window. Birds were chirping, the sun was bright, indicating a pleasant day. Sylphiel opened the windows and inhaled the faint breeze that smelled like bread from the bakers that was just down the road. Then she turned around to see her bedroom as usual... except it wasn't as usual... Standing next to her staff, was that very long and odd weapon she received last... night. "By... Celphied..." she whispered, "it wasn't a dream." Walking over, she took the dark hafted weapon in her hands and looked at it. It seemed to reflect violet shadows from the hue of the metal when sunlight struck it. 'What's so special about this weapon?' she pondered. 'Why give it to me?' She decided not to ponder on what that voice said yesterday. First, after breakfast, she's going to pay a visit to the local blacksmith. Maybe he can tell her something about this weapon. =========================================================================== As Sylphiel entered the blacksmiths shop, she had noticed the passerby staring at the long weapon she held in her hands. Probably to them it was an odd sight to see the local priestess carrying such a thing. "Well well... hello Miss Lahda. What are you doing here? Not checking up on my wounds eh?" the blacksmith asked, showing a toothy grin. "No, Greg, I just need you to take a look at this for me." She sat the weapon down on the anvil as the blacksmith whistled. "Interesting little thing you got!" He picked it up. "Never thought you be the type to have one of these." Sylphiel blushed. "Actually, I just found it." "Oh?" He raised his eyebrow. "Quite an almost improbable construction here." "Pardon?" "My's family's been in weaponsmithing for many centuries, and this weapon's got me stumped. The only other weapon that got's my family clueless was that Light Sword thingy or something like that years ago." He scratched his forehead a bit. "I don't know what to say, except whoever made it must either be a god or just someone with tons of experience with magical weapons." "You think it's a magical weapon?" Sylphiel asked. "I don't know! Like I said, the only weapon of such an improbable construction was that Light Sword, and that was a magical weapon," He just stared at the long Glaive. "We aren't experts at magical thingys, just normal weapons." "I understand," replied Sylphiel. The man handed her back the weapon as Sylphiel bowed. "Thank you for your time." "It was my pleasure." He paused for a moment. "Say, what's a priestess like you going to do with it? Sell it?" "Um... maybe just keep it. For now." The blacksmith looked at her in disbelief. "Really? I mean... no offense... you don't seem the type to be carrying such a dangerous weapon. Even though I don't know what it is, I know that blade pretty sharp. I better hope you intend to give it to someone that can handle it." Sylphiel just shrugged. "I just feel like I have to keep it." "Well, nothing I can do about it. Just be careful, Miss." Sylphiel nodded, and left the blacksmiths. =========================================================================== "Mommy mommy look! That nice lady has that cool thing! I want one!" "Hush Samuel! You're too little, too young, and too naughty to have one," the mother admonished. "But mom...." Sylphiel sat down on a bench in the front fountian, Glaive resting upwards to avoid injury to passerby. She practically ignored the strange looks or reactions she received. "What now?" she asked quietly to herself. The blacksmith hasn't given any real answers, only that the weapon might be of magical construction, but he wasn't sure on that. Sylphiel was, by normal terms, not a weapon person. She held staffs, and wands. Not huge bladed weapons that could kill someone. But she knew Lina liked weapons. She saw Lina with a short sword, and she knew Lina was pestering Gourry over the Sword of Light. So, she could give it to her when she came around. But then, didn't that voice say, "Go locate the ones touched by the Golden One" or something like that? And it said it with a voice of urgency. The voice seemed to tug at her mind, filling her with a sence of urgency. But to leave Sairaag? No, she couldn't. She was important to Sairaag. Without her, Sairaag wouldn't be able to recover from a disaster... if another one befell them. And they were making good progress from recoving from the previous one. But the voice had been so urgent. It was almost too hard to ignore. Not to mention those images of what the voice claim was from the world of Chaotic Blue. She could see faces. Nine or ten of them. Bruise and battered. They seemed like they carried the fate of the world throughout the ages. And the voice said the one responsible for this destruction came from the same world as Dark Star. Lina defeated Dark Star. Will they... face another Dark Lord from that world already? The thought made chills go down her spine. One was bad enough. The priestess cleared her mind as she looked at the people. If it was a Dark Lord, then why her? Why did they warn her, and not Lina? And why did she ask if she understood Lina's burden of carrying the Giga Slave? Oh no... do they want her to use it? Sylphiel's lips set into a grim line. "I have to find Lina-san." The internal debate in her mind was resolved. She had to find Lina-san. Finding out what the Glaive was for can wait. Lina could be in grave danger. But that means she has to announce to the town that she is leaving on a journey. But this was important, very important So, she set off towards the meeting hall, with the intention of setting up a town meeting. =========================================================================== "Attention... attention," one of the elders of Sairaag ordered. "This is important." The people murmured as Sylphiel took the stage. She looked at the people. Her people. For the past few years, she was a pillar of strength for this city, as it went through not one, but two tradegies. Both times she had helped reconstruction. Always there for the sick and needy. She was teary eyed as finally managed to say the first few words, the first few words that will eventually lead to her goodbyes. The people sat, stunned. But then one man stood. It was the old baker who smiled toothily. "Cephied bless ye on your journey." He then began to applaude. Sylphiel smiled as the town followed with their applause. Yes, the town will be strong. =========================================================================== Sylphiel felt exhilerated. It had been almost two years since she had actually left Sairaag for adventure. Something about the quest filled her with new faith for the people she left behind. Yes. Adventure is the thing that the healer ordered. Of course, there are always people to try to hinder the wanderer. Case in point: A bandit. Bandits, singularly, are cowardly. In a group, or gang as they were called, are tougher. Thus, in this fashion, they overwhelmed their opponents. Except in cases when the opponent is a certain flat chested red haired sorceress with literally killer magic. In those cases it wouldn't matter if you had hundreds of men. They would end up dead in 2 seconds. But a shrine priestess with a nasty looking weapon didn't matter to them. She was weak looking. The bandits grinned to each other as they prepared their attack. "Going somewhere boys?" A voice asked above them. =========================================================================== Sylphiel gave the pile of beaten up bandits nary a look. Though she did wonder who took them out, for there had been no Adventurers by save for herself, and this was the only way out of Sairaag. Speaking of which, Sylphiel noted that a group of trolls had decided to make residences under on of the bridges leading out of Sairaag. As she wandered across the bridge, she noted that no trolls were present. Another strange occourance. "Ano... everything's too quiet..." Sylphiel said to herself. "Yes... nice and quiet... just for the two of us," a new voice interjected. Sylphiel twirled around, Glaive in her hands. "Who's there?" "The name's Goldias, the Dark Knight." Sylphiel blinked. "Um, who?" "I'm Goldias! THE DARK KNIGHT!" With that a figure appeared from the woods. The figure was dressed in dark green armor, a color, by all rights, allowed him to blend within the darkness of the woods. His hat was tilted just so, that it revealed just a bit of his face as a lock of unruly blond hair fell over his right eye. The hilt of a sword, one easily identified as a blade of Grachis, a small country famous for its weaponry was at his side. He, by all standards, was not imposing, nor was he obstinately tall or overbearingly regal in his relaxed posture. Nay, for his appearance was more of a wandering swordsman, searching for then next fight to ease his mind. "Um... hello," Sylphiel said uncertainly. The armored figured eyed her carefully. "Yes..." the figure said to himself. "You will do nicely." "Wha... what do you want?" Sylphiel asked, wondering if she could get out of this. "I want..." By Sylphiel's surprised he was in a kneeling pose that she wouldn't expect from a dark armored man. "To propose to you and have you as my wife!" Sylphiel was speechless as Goldias rambled on. "Oh please oh please say yes. If you do... then I'm one step closer from getting away from her..... oh the horror why did I marry her.... oh WHY DID I HAVE A KID WITH HER?!" Sylphiel sweatdropped. "Ano..." She really didn't expect this. The voice from before when the bandits came out interrupted, welll after clearing his throat. "I think you should leave. I do not think that she would be happy to marry you." The other figure popped out of the forest. Sylphiel instantly recognized who he was. But what was he doing here? "Zangulus?" Goldias got up hand demanded, "You know this man?" He looked at Zangulus and growled. "Grr... looks like she's attached... but not for long." With that he unsheathed this sword. "I need this girl, mister... she's my ticket for the better life." "And this girl doesn't need you," went the swordsman wearing the floppyhat. "And I'm not attached to her. I'm already married." Zangulas sliced, and the man's helmet fell off. Then, a powerful punch knocked him clear across the horizon. Sylphiel wiped her hands. "I may not be one to commit violence, but I never got a word in, not to mention it looks like he doesn't care about his wife." Zangulus whistled. "Good left hook." =========================================================================== Goldias groaned as he got up from the forest floor. "So... close... if it weren't for that guy with the floppy hat... I...." He immediately fell to the ground, groaning in pain. "Papa.... papa... are you here papa?" a whiny teenage voice yelled though the woods. The dark knight cursed his luck. If Jeffery was here... Somehow, Goldias mustered the energy to charge out of the woods... only to be stomped on by a large figure. "Foolish husband! Did you think you hide from your dearest Josephine?" the overly large figure demanded. "Go soak your head!" Goldias growled, forging the backbone he used once before to escape from his wife, and occasionally talk back to the ugly woman. "I'm out of here!" WHAM! After putting her large sledgehammer aside, the large woman pick up the prone man. "Dear dear... I know we have problems.... now it's time for you to go home so we can sort them out." She then turned towards the deep forest. "We're going home Jeffery!" she announced, before heading out. =========================================================================== "So.... Zangulus... it's been awhile," Sylphiel said, tending to the camp fire she made for the night. Zangulus nodded as he warmed his hands at the camp fire. "Yes." He then scowled at the formal infliction. "I'm trying to get away for a while. Kingly duties get on my nerves. Along with this damn formal speech that Martina had ingrained into me." "You're not the one who would willingly leave someone you cared about though," Sylphiel remarked. "I almost didn't, but Vrummigan convinced me that it would be good for me," Zangulus answered, reflecting on his conversation with his close friend which convinced him to leave. =========================================================================== Flashback a week ago... Zangulus sighed. He was overly exhausted from another of his wife's parties. Sure, he loved her, but all this king stuff wasn't exactly his forte. His although his wife handled most of the kingdom affairs, he had to be seen as the important ruler who would do everything for the people. With all that, he felt he would be lucky to get into any swordfights at all. "Problem my dear friend?" Zangulus fought the urge to jump at his friends voice. Years of travelling with him had conditioned him to be aware that Vrummigan had a habit of sneaking up on people. "Yeah, I'm dead on my feet," Zangulus replied with a wry smile. "You don't look to happy to be here," Vrummigan said, sitting beside his friend. "I thought you would be enjoying your marriage to Martina." "I do," Zangulus replied, "it's just this.... other stuff." "Ah." Sitting down beside Zangulas, Vrummigan chuckled. "Politics. Reminds me of when we traveled together, fighting, chasing Lina halfway across the continent..." Zangulus shook his head. All those Vrummigan's that were with him chasing Lina were all killable clones created by that obssessive follower of Rezo, Eris. And yet the real one seemed to have all those memories of the clones. He thought it was strange, but he put it aside. "You we can't do that now. I'm now king, and your one of the top royal advisors, not to mention the court magician," Zangulus replied. "Well then, since I'm the royal advisor, I'm going to give you some advice." Vrummigan smirked. "Get a life. Get out of this place, kick some butt and come back in a few months. I'm sure Martina would understand." "And what if she doesn't?" Zangulus asked, raising an eyebrow. Vrummigan smirked. "Leave that up to me." With that he placed his arms around the unhappy king. "Besides," he added, "I happen to know where a certain blond haired mercenary is, if you feel like a rematch." Zangulus cracked his knuckles in anticipation. "Meet you at the front gates in five minutes." =========================================================================== "Wait a minute...." Sylphiel interrupted, "he told you where Lina-san and Gourry-sama was headed?" Zangulus blinked. "Ahh... yeah... told me they were heading ummm... north into the unknown territories beyond that former barrier all the royal families are talking about." He scratched his head for a moment. "I asked him how he knew and all he said was something about thrown away letters. Why you ask?" Sylphiel just nodded. "I see." Sylphiel then paused. "But if you looking for Lina-san and Gourry-sama, then why are you outside Sairaag?" "It's was on my way here to pick up supplies. That's when I chanced upon you and that weird lance of yours. I knew from you weren't one who can use that type of weapon, so I... dispatched any troublemakers that happened to be near you." Sylphiel blushed. "Thank you." "It was no problem. I'm sure Gourry or Zelgadis would have done the same," Zangulus replied, blushing himself. "But what are you doing out here by yourself? And what's with the weapon?" Sylphiel sighed. Time to tell the truth. "Zangulus... remember the incident... with Phibrizo?" Zangulus shuddered. "Don't I ever. But... there was one good thing that came out of it." "I know," Sylphiel said. "A voice told me to go where we had our final confrontation with Phibrizo, which is the same place where the Lord of Nightmares appeared before us. It was there.." Sylphiel held out the Glaive, "that I found this." "Odd..." Zangulus remarked, his hand on his chin. "But that doesn't explain why you are out here." "I asked you about Lina and Gourry right?" Zangulus nodded. "The voice told me to look for them." Sylphiel looked at the night sky. "Something tells me that Lina-san's going to be in trouble again." "Bah... I wouldn't worry about it. That girl can take care of herself real well," Zangulus commented. "After all... she did survive that piece of Shabby-what's his name, and those two Mazoku Lords." "Not to mention she recently defeated a Dark Lord from another world," Sylphiel said, noting Zangulus' disbelief. "It's true. Lina-san and the others fought a Dark Lord called Dark Star, who came from another world." "Well then... I stand corrected. That girl can take care of herself," Zangulus replied. "But... it looks like your still concerned for her, aren't you?" Sylphiel nodded. "Lina-san still has that spell, the one she tried to use against Hellmaster. She hasn't gotten to use it lately... but I'm afraid that another incident like the one with Phibrizo will happen again." She held up the Glaive. "The voice lead me to this Glaive, and now wants me to find Lina-san." "Well... since if you put it that way," Zangulus said, "How about this? Let's journey to the north together. That way, I'll get to have a duel with Gourry, and you'll get to talk to Lina. How's that sound?" Sylphiel nodded. "It would be good to have a friend traveling along. Besides... my attack magic skill hasn't improved, and I don't want to use the Dragon Slave as many times as Lina does. The last thing I need to be is to end up as a bandit's slave girl." "Well... how about I train you with that Glaive then?" Zangulus offered. "It's seems such a waste to have a weapon like that and not be able to weild it in combat." Sylphiel was going to protest but Zangulus continued, "I know you aren't the ones for meleeing combat with bladed weapons. I know, I still have that memory when you bashed my face with that staff of yours. But you know and I know that with proper training, you can defend yourself better, and compensate for the lack of attack magics you have." Sylphiel just nodded. "I'll think about it." With that the conversation went on through the night. End Episode 2