This is the reason I don't have the next Jeture chapter done yet.
So it occurred to me that Dilandau could totally be a Firebender. I mean, come on. And without a teacher or anyone who even knows what he is, his lack of control is totally explainable. I could say that the Sorcerers' Fate Alterations had something to do with making him a Firebender. Somehow. It's possible!
This little AU has consumed my mind over the past two weeks, whispering you want to write me you know you do. Just a drabble or two! C'mon! It's perfect! This NEEDS TO BE DONE!
So I caved. I wrote a little something last night. Of course that wasn't enough, but I don't have time to write a full-blown epic for this (and I'm already working on Jeture and that avatarbigbang mini-bang fic that became a monster) so I'm turning this into a request meme. Meme is probably not the right word for this, but oh well. I can get away with this with my current schedule because I know there aren't many people watching this journal, and the active Escaflowne fandom is kind of small. Poor fandom :(
1. Comment with your prompt: a character, a scene from canon to redo, or something else you'd like to see done. You can request any point in the timeline, though I might ask that you don't request anything post-series or near the end of the series just yet, as I have no idea how the plot for this will pan out.
2. You can request as many times as you like, but wait until I've filled your current request before you ask for another. Put each new request in a new comment.
3. Official deviation from canon begins when Dilandau is created. The first notable deviation is the thing I have written at the end of this post.
4. I am open to the idea that other canon characters might become benders. If they do, it is all Hitomi's (accidental) doing.
5. Bending is unknown in this Esca-verse. People don't know what bending is or even that it exists. In fact, it probably shouldn't exist, but messing with Fate does funny things.
6. Repeat requests will be deleted (I'll let you know if yours is a repeat)
World Building: where bending comes from, and how Millerna is a waterbender
World Building: bender population distribution (second half of the post)
World Building: Folken's role in all of this
This timeline will get filled in as prompts are requested and answered.
Dilandau discovers fire
Millerna heals with waterbending for the first time
Celena knows that something is missing
And here is the (first) thing I have written for this AU. I might put this in a more convenient location later, when I think of a more convenient location.
Dilandau is seven, and he is in a room with the sun.
He has never seen fire burn before. Candles are nothing like this. Candles are small and weak and know nothing of hunger, of potential, of ambition. Candle flames cling quietly to the wax-wrapped string that is their entire world and wait, placid and content, for their lives to be snuffed. Dilandau is a fighter; he cannot respect something that has no spirit.
So it isn’t until he accidentally knocks over one such candle from its perch in his master’s study that he realizes what fire can do. His master notices the mishap instantly, of course, and rushes to stamp out the flames, cursing Dilandau’s clumsiness with each breath.
It will never occur to Dilandau to wonder why the fire didn’t die. It should have—the flame is small and the master’s boot is large and heavy—but instead it sparks and sputters and clings desperately to the dry cloth it has fallen upon. It darts through a forest of winding threads, one boot-step ahead of the curling smoke trail that the master frantically follows.
Dilandau watches, mesmerized, and does not hear his master snarl at him to don’t just stand there you foolish child! Help put this out! All he hears is the ragged crackle of the fire’s breath, desperate for life, fighting to survive and consume and rise.
Dilandau understands that desperation, and suddenly all he wants is for the fire to win.
Go! he thinks, and his fingers clench into the soft centers of his palms, where they feel—but don’t register—the heat budding beneath his skin. There, catch on the papers! And the tapestry behind the desk!
Dilandau doesn’t think it strange when the small blaze follows his mental commands. The fire is not a thing; the fire is a brother in arms. The fire is a kindred spirit. The fire is him.
Dilandau draws in a breath and he feels something break loose inside him like a crusty scab peeling away, like the roots of a baby tooth tearing from the pressure beneath: painful, startling, and liberating. Something hot kindles in his stomach.
The fire has caught a corner of the papers. It flares, bright and joyous in its success, and flings itself across the desk, spreading out as the master tries to beat it down with his coat.
Heat roughens Dilandau’s throat; it burns as though he’s run for miles. The kindling in his stomach catches with his next breath, and a fever floods through his legs and arms and wraps around his scalp. But none of this feels uncomfortable. None of this feels alien.
Dilandau does not feel as though he’s on fire; Dilandau is the fire. When he raises his hands up and fills his lungs, he is not even conscious of his motions; all he can feel is a fierce swell of triumph as the flames on his master’s desk snag the tapestry on the wall and begin to climb.
The flames will not touch Dilandau. He knows this instinctively, so it is without hesitation that he urges them to circle around the desk and cook the door’s circuits.
The enemy cannot be allowed to escape.
Seconds later, the fire has won, and Dilandau is standing in a room with the sun while his laughter drowns away the sound of his master’s screaming.