Slayers Seyrune Family fic
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eastofthemoonGot one of the one-shot fics I've been working on done. I wanted to write this after seeing Slayers Evolution-R episode 3, but I swear I wrote this before I saw episode 5.
Title: Gracia's Vow
Series: Slayers
Characters: Prince Phil, Nama, Naga, Amelia
Rating: G
“Yaaaa!!”
“That’s it Amelia, put your heart into it!”
Gracia rolled her eyes as she turned the page. They’d been at it for 2 hours already. When would this stupid training session end? She couldn’t understand what her father was thinking. Why he want to train Amelia? She was 5 years old! She should be playing with her dolls and having tea parties, not trying to punch rocks with her fists. Sure, her father had also tried to lure herself into the training, but Gracia refused. Why would she want to waste time punching rocks?
“Gracia!” With a grumble, the eldest princess of Seyrune glanced up. Her father smiled throwing a fist in the air. “Why don’t you take a break from studying and join us! I’m sure you’ll find this very useful.”
“No thanks, dad. Too much studying to do.”
Her father frowned. “Oh, all right. Don’t study too hard.”
Gracia frowned. Since her mother died, she and her father had been unsure how to act around each other. She did love her dad, but Gracia wasn’t that close to him. Before, he had always been so busy with the council, but it was fine since her mother was always there for Amelia and herself. Looking back, her mother had been the bridge between her and Amelia and their father. With her gone, there was now a wide gaping crevasse between them.
Gracia realized that her father was doing his best to fill the void, but still, teaching children to fight with fists? That was dumb. She and Amelia should be studying magic. It was magic that killed her mother, so wouldn’t it make sense for them to learn magic to defend themselves? What good would a fist be against an assassin who could zap you with a Mono Volt before you could touch him?
Gracia shuddered and peeked over her spell book. Amelia was approaching another big rock. She was the one Gracia was most worried about. She was still a little kid. This whole training session could cause her to have a wraped personality. Kids were sensitive and it was too much pressure for a girl her age. What would their mother have thought of all of this?
“OW!”
Gracia jumped, breaking free of her thoughts. “Amelia!” She rushed over to the crying 5 year old as their father yelled. “Amelia calm down! A heart of justice must never-“
“DAD SHUT UP!” Gracia snapped.
Her father stared at her like a wild horse that had that had broken from its reins. Gracia didn’t even bother to look at him as she kneeled next to her baby sister. “What’s wrong squirt?”
Amelia wiped her eyes. “My hand hurts,” she sniffled.
Of course it does! You tried punching a rock! Gracia gently took her hand. “It looks like you sprained it. Hang on.” She chanted a small healing spell.
Amelia watched in awe at the small bright light. “That’s neat, Sis! You’re just like Mommy.”
Gracia flinched at the comment, but slowly said “Yes, I am.” She glared at her dad. “Mom didn’t believe brute strength could solve everything.”
Her father frowned. “Gracia…”
“Amelia’s not doing any more training today.” She seized Amelia’s hand and hauled her from the field.
“Why?! I want to train with Daddy!” Amelia protested as she tried to wiggle free.
“You can do it tomorrow, but let your hand rest today. Healer’s orders.”
Gracia peeked back from the corner of her eye. She noted her father made no attempt to argue with her. It caused a brief moment of guilt, but she shoved it aside. Amelia was her main concern.
For the next couple of training sessions, Gracia noticed her father was appearing to take it easier on Amelia. She kept watched, but still refused to take part.
“I’ll be like mom,” she vowed. “I’ll prove to dad why magic is far more useful than brute strength. I’ll become the most powerful sorceress in the world.”
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“Miss Nama?”
Amelia’s voice broke Nama’s thoughts. She was recalling an incident. What was it exactly? She felt she almost had it, but then it slipped through her fingers like sand through a sieve.
“Did you remember something?” Amelia asked from inside her.
Nama thought about it again, but shook her head. “No, I just had a feeling,” she replied.
Title: Gracia's Vow
Series: Slayers
Characters: Prince Phil, Nama, Naga, Amelia
Rating: G
“Yaaaa!!”
“That’s it Amelia, put your heart into it!”
Gracia rolled her eyes as she turned the page. They’d been at it for 2 hours already. When would this stupid training session end? She couldn’t understand what her father was thinking. Why he want to train Amelia? She was 5 years old! She should be playing with her dolls and having tea parties, not trying to punch rocks with her fists. Sure, her father had also tried to lure herself into the training, but Gracia refused. Why would she want to waste time punching rocks?
“Gracia!” With a grumble, the eldest princess of Seyrune glanced up. Her father smiled throwing a fist in the air. “Why don’t you take a break from studying and join us! I’m sure you’ll find this very useful.”
“No thanks, dad. Too much studying to do.”
Her father frowned. “Oh, all right. Don’t study too hard.”
Gracia frowned. Since her mother died, she and her father had been unsure how to act around each other. She did love her dad, but Gracia wasn’t that close to him. Before, he had always been so busy with the council, but it was fine since her mother was always there for Amelia and herself. Looking back, her mother had been the bridge between her and Amelia and their father. With her gone, there was now a wide gaping crevasse between them.
Gracia realized that her father was doing his best to fill the void, but still, teaching children to fight with fists? That was dumb. She and Amelia should be studying magic. It was magic that killed her mother, so wouldn’t it make sense for them to learn magic to defend themselves? What good would a fist be against an assassin who could zap you with a Mono Volt before you could touch him?
Gracia shuddered and peeked over her spell book. Amelia was approaching another big rock. She was the one Gracia was most worried about. She was still a little kid. This whole training session could cause her to have a wraped personality. Kids were sensitive and it was too much pressure for a girl her age. What would their mother have thought of all of this?
“OW!”
Gracia jumped, breaking free of her thoughts. “Amelia!” She rushed over to the crying 5 year old as their father yelled. “Amelia calm down! A heart of justice must never-“
“DAD SHUT UP!” Gracia snapped.
Her father stared at her like a wild horse that had that had broken from its reins. Gracia didn’t even bother to look at him as she kneeled next to her baby sister. “What’s wrong squirt?”
Amelia wiped her eyes. “My hand hurts,” she sniffled.
Of course it does! You tried punching a rock! Gracia gently took her hand. “It looks like you sprained it. Hang on.” She chanted a small healing spell.
Amelia watched in awe at the small bright light. “That’s neat, Sis! You’re just like Mommy.”
Gracia flinched at the comment, but slowly said “Yes, I am.” She glared at her dad. “Mom didn’t believe brute strength could solve everything.”
Her father frowned. “Gracia…”
“Amelia’s not doing any more training today.” She seized Amelia’s hand and hauled her from the field.
“Why?! I want to train with Daddy!” Amelia protested as she tried to wiggle free.
“You can do it tomorrow, but let your hand rest today. Healer’s orders.”
Gracia peeked back from the corner of her eye. She noted her father made no attempt to argue with her. It caused a brief moment of guilt, but she shoved it aside. Amelia was her main concern.
For the next couple of training sessions, Gracia noticed her father was appearing to take it easier on Amelia. She kept watched, but still refused to take part.
“I’ll be like mom,” she vowed. “I’ll prove to dad why magic is far more useful than brute strength. I’ll become the most powerful sorceress in the world.”
8080808080808080808
“Miss Nama?”
Amelia’s voice broke Nama’s thoughts. She was recalling an incident. What was it exactly? She felt she almost had it, but then it slipped through her fingers like sand through a sieve.
“Did you remember something?” Amelia asked from inside her.
Nama thought about it again, but shook her head. “No, I just had a feeling,” she replied.
