Nicholas Leifker Leifker presents... Second Nature A work of anime fanfiction by Nicholas Leifker Escaflowne created by Shouji Kawamori. All rights reserved. I ask that you not publish or use any part of this work without the author's permission. ********************************************************************** What do you see when you look in a mirror? Do you see just a simple reflection, only the chiselmarks and curves that form the face? Or do you see something else... something darker? It's almost enough to terrify me anymore. I know who I am now, and what happened to me... but it still doesn't help. I wish I could get rid of him and everything he stood for in all his chaotic madness, but I can't. He is a small, frightening part of me, just as I was a small, quiet part of him when he was in charge. And, when I look upon myself in the mirror, it isn't just me I see anymore... but him, with his blood-red eyes, and angry scar, and animal sneer. I've asked my brother about him on a number of occasions, and ask if he can see him. Bless his heart, he is usually kind enough to say no, but I can tell he does, seeing a black-clad warrior where I should be. Others can too - I can see the fear in their eyes as I walk through the market, and feel the heat of their whispers behind my back. And, as frightening as it sounds, I can see him sometimes more than I see myself. ***** Perhaps all this is a byproduct of what I have been through. I am in truth a gentle soul, though I doubt I could be held back if I saw the sorcerors who did this to me. What they did... most people would gut them on sight for, for a sin to the innocent is magnified a thousandfold. Once upon a time, I lived a life of nobility, a sheltered life away from the devils of the night, or the screams of the battlefield. Life was a dream - my mother and brother watched over me, comforted my scraped knees and insect stings, and made sure I was kept warm at night. How I screamed out their names when I found myself taken! but, my screams fell on deaf ears. I was rounded up and taken to a dark place, a monstrous land of technological demons and soulless people. Still, even in this dank pit, I found some friendship. The lionic Jajuka protected me, becoming my sole comfort there. A small part of me still longs for his warm touch; unfortunately, I was taken away once more, and would not see him again until shortly before his death. Even then, I could not appreciate his presence... for _he_ was in charge. The hells I went through over the coming weeks I do not remember much. It was, to a large extent, a fading away, each session with the sorcerors dissolving away everything I was, everything I wanted to be, stripping me of every shred of existence... and putting him in my place. Despite what they said, despite what they hoped, I survived... somehow... and came back. What the following years held I see in my nightmares, and pray never to see in the flesh. Mechanical monstrosities, horrors to rival Atlantis' end, with me playing the head devil... every time. I could not, _would_ not do such things... but there I was. And, for all I wish otherwise, I know he can come back, if I am not careful. For he is me, whether I like it or not. I can still see his handiwork - the scars and scorchmarks along some of the city's streets let me know of his sins, and that he was as real as I am now. ***** If you were to ask me what hell is, I would point you to the mirror. The mirror hides nothing, and tells the truth behind the masks we wear. My eyes are as red as blue when I look inside, and my face as handsome as it is beautiful. I wish I could be rid of him. Unfortunately, he lives inside of me as much as I lived inside of him. I am as much Dilandu as he was Serena. And, for my - for our - sakes, we have to come to some balance. He is still inside me, and he will find a way out if I am not careful. Perhaps in time, Dilandu can find peace. I pray I can show it to him, as his soul sees my light just as I saw his darkness. For if I cannot show him repentance, both our souls are damned to hell. He is me, perhaps for all time. And, unless I can convince him to become a part of me, we will destroy each other. It is the only way - and, yet, it is the most difficult way. It is the only way... ********************************************************************** Nicholas Leifker nwl9354@unix.tamu.edu http://people.tamu.edu/~nwl9354 November 23, 1997