Fic Archive: Into the Light, 4
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texchan(Written: 2004)
Warnings: Bad Language. Violence
Summary: Badly injured while protecting his companions from a magical creature the Heavenly Ones sealed away centuries ago, Orphen has no choice but to call on Childman for assistance and protection. Will the sorceror who was once his master come to his aid, or is Childman really bent on Orphen's destruction?
Legal Stuff: As always, this story is intended to express one fan's genuine appreciation of Sorcerous Stabber Orphen and its characters. It is just for fun and not for profit. If you have any rights in the anime described here and find the posting of this fanfiction offensive or harmful, please contact me, and I will be happy to remove it.
Into the Light
Chapter 4
Cleao busied herself with making a soft bed for Orphen near the fire, while Majic did his best to clean and bandage their companion's injuries. She desperately wanted to look up from her task and across the fire to check on Majic's progress, but she was afraid of seeing Orphen. She was still reeling from the shock of seeing him when Majic woke her up. She had heard him calling her name, and rolled over out of a sound sleep only to come face to face with a sight that had shaken her to her very soul. At first, she had been overjoyed that Orphen had returned unharmed, and she had jumped to her feet to run across the cavern to them. She had been so worried about him, but, now that he had returned, all she wanted to do was throw her arms around his neck and welcome him back. But, as she had approached her two companions, she could see, even in the dim firelight, that Orphen was shivering and covered in water mixed with blood, and that he had fallen asleep right where he was sitting, too exhausted and weak to even care about where he was. She had never seen Orphen like that, and it had terrified her. She had immediately backed away from them in fear, almost stepping into the fire. Thankfully, Majic had rescued her by sharply telling her to fix a bed for Orphen on the other side of the fire.
The sound of popping flames drew Cleao back from her thoughts. She sighed and gently fluffed the bed once more. She had been able to locate a spot of ground that was relatively free of loose stones, and, yet, still close to the fire. She had spread her soft, down-filled sleeping bag over that spot and then covered it with another blanket. Realizing that she wasn't going to be able to make the bed any softer or fluffier, Cleao sighed. Majic hadn't yet signaled that he was done cleaning up Orphen, and Cleao turned her attention toward rummaging through her huge backpack.
"Cleao, I'm done. You can stop pretending to look for things in the pack," Majic said softly.
The sound of his voice made her jump, and Cleao replied, "I'm not pretending…" Her voice trailed off as she turned to look at her two companions, and the look on Majic's face suddenly made her feel ashamed of her fear. She knew that Majic was closer to Orphen than, probably, anyone in the world, and she felt suddenly guilty for making him face the young sorcerer's injuries alone. She turned away from the accusing look on Majic's face, fixing her attention on the ground in front of her. "Well, I'm not really pretending," she mumbled.
"It's OK, Cleao," Majic told her. She looked up to see him smiling at her, and she knew that he understood her feelings perfectly. "It was better for just me to do it, anyhow. I was afraid that, if we both tried to take care of him, it would wake him up." He looked at Orphen, who was still sound asleep, and gently ran his fingers through the young sorcerer's dirty, matted hair. "It was better for him to sleep through it," he said absently. He looked back to Cleao and asked, "Is the bed ready?" When she nodded in response, he gently shook Orphen and whispered, "Master? Master, you need to wake up, now."
At first, Orphen didn't respond, and Majic felt a knot of fear rising from his stomach into his throat. He shook Orphen harder, and called again, louder this time, "Master, Master! Come on. Wake up now. Master!" Majic's increased effort managed to elicit a soft moan from Orphen, and he felt relieved when his master weakly raised his head to look around the cavern.
"Majic, what…?" Orphen asked. He looked around the cavern in a confused and dazed manner, until his gaze finally fell on Majic again. "Majic, what… where…?" His gaze fell on his bandaged chest and shoulder, and he asked, "Did you …?" Suddenly, it seemed like a frightening thought hit Orphen, and he started to jump to his feet, only to have a wave of pain drive him back down into a sitting position.
"It's OK, Master," Majic quickly assured him as he helped ease Orphen back down into a comfortable position on the floor. "Don't move around too much, or you'll start bleeding again. It wasn't easy stopping it in the first place. You don't want to undo all my hard work, now, do you?" He smiled what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "Everything's going to be OK. Me and Cleao … we're both fine. You saved us from that Morph thing, but you're hurt pretty bad, I think."
Orphen groaned as he settled back into a seated position on the floor. "You're really both all right?" he asked, glancing at Cleao, who was still standing on the other side of the fire.
She came around to kneel in front of Orphen, next to Majic. She placed her hand gently on his arm and said, "We're both OK, Orphen, really."
"Good," he said, leaning his head back onto his knees. "Majic," he mumbled.
Majic leaned forward to hear his master's voice more clearly. "Yes, Master?"
"Stop smiling like that," Orphen mumbled, "You look like you swallowed a toad."
Warnings: Bad Language. Violence
Summary: Badly injured while protecting his companions from a magical creature the Heavenly Ones sealed away centuries ago, Orphen has no choice but to call on Childman for assistance and protection. Will the sorceror who was once his master come to his aid, or is Childman really bent on Orphen's destruction?
Legal Stuff: As always, this story is intended to express one fan's genuine appreciation of Sorcerous Stabber Orphen and its characters. It is just for fun and not for profit. If you have any rights in the anime described here and find the posting of this fanfiction offensive or harmful, please contact me, and I will be happy to remove it.
Chapter 4
Cleao busied herself with making a soft bed for Orphen near the fire, while Majic did his best to clean and bandage their companion's injuries. She desperately wanted to look up from her task and across the fire to check on Majic's progress, but she was afraid of seeing Orphen. She was still reeling from the shock of seeing him when Majic woke her up. She had heard him calling her name, and rolled over out of a sound sleep only to come face to face with a sight that had shaken her to her very soul. At first, she had been overjoyed that Orphen had returned unharmed, and she had jumped to her feet to run across the cavern to them. She had been so worried about him, but, now that he had returned, all she wanted to do was throw her arms around his neck and welcome him back. But, as she had approached her two companions, she could see, even in the dim firelight, that Orphen was shivering and covered in water mixed with blood, and that he had fallen asleep right where he was sitting, too exhausted and weak to even care about where he was. She had never seen Orphen like that, and it had terrified her. She had immediately backed away from them in fear, almost stepping into the fire. Thankfully, Majic had rescued her by sharply telling her to fix a bed for Orphen on the other side of the fire.
The sound of popping flames drew Cleao back from her thoughts. She sighed and gently fluffed the bed once more. She had been able to locate a spot of ground that was relatively free of loose stones, and, yet, still close to the fire. She had spread her soft, down-filled sleeping bag over that spot and then covered it with another blanket. Realizing that she wasn't going to be able to make the bed any softer or fluffier, Cleao sighed. Majic hadn't yet signaled that he was done cleaning up Orphen, and Cleao turned her attention toward rummaging through her huge backpack.
"Cleao, I'm done. You can stop pretending to look for things in the pack," Majic said softly.
The sound of his voice made her jump, and Cleao replied, "I'm not pretending…" Her voice trailed off as she turned to look at her two companions, and the look on Majic's face suddenly made her feel ashamed of her fear. She knew that Majic was closer to Orphen than, probably, anyone in the world, and she felt suddenly guilty for making him face the young sorcerer's injuries alone. She turned away from the accusing look on Majic's face, fixing her attention on the ground in front of her. "Well, I'm not really pretending," she mumbled.
"It's OK, Cleao," Majic told her. She looked up to see him smiling at her, and she knew that he understood her feelings perfectly. "It was better for just me to do it, anyhow. I was afraid that, if we both tried to take care of him, it would wake him up." He looked at Orphen, who was still sound asleep, and gently ran his fingers through the young sorcerer's dirty, matted hair. "It was better for him to sleep through it," he said absently. He looked back to Cleao and asked, "Is the bed ready?" When she nodded in response, he gently shook Orphen and whispered, "Master? Master, you need to wake up, now."
At first, Orphen didn't respond, and Majic felt a knot of fear rising from his stomach into his throat. He shook Orphen harder, and called again, louder this time, "Master, Master! Come on. Wake up now. Master!" Majic's increased effort managed to elicit a soft moan from Orphen, and he felt relieved when his master weakly raised his head to look around the cavern.
"Majic, what…?" Orphen asked. He looked around the cavern in a confused and dazed manner, until his gaze finally fell on Majic again. "Majic, what… where…?" His gaze fell on his bandaged chest and shoulder, and he asked, "Did you …?" Suddenly, it seemed like a frightening thought hit Orphen, and he started to jump to his feet, only to have a wave of pain drive him back down into a sitting position.
"It's OK, Master," Majic quickly assured him as he helped ease Orphen back down into a comfortable position on the floor. "Don't move around too much, or you'll start bleeding again. It wasn't easy stopping it in the first place. You don't want to undo all my hard work, now, do you?" He smiled what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "Everything's going to be OK. Me and Cleao … we're both fine. You saved us from that Morph thing, but you're hurt pretty bad, I think."
Orphen groaned as he settled back into a seated position on the floor. "You're really both all right?" he asked, glancing at Cleao, who was still standing on the other side of the fire.
She came around to kneel in front of Orphen, next to Majic. She placed her hand gently on his arm and said, "We're both OK, Orphen, really."
"Good," he said, leaning his head back onto his knees. "Majic," he mumbled.
Majic leaned forward to hear his master's voice more clearly. "Yes, Master?"
"Stop smiling like that," Orphen mumbled, "You look like you swallowed a toad."