Become a Fan
Chapter 2: The Voices and Aria
By Roland D Brown
Thursday, December 12, 2002
The room was quite large and ivory-colored from the ceiling to the dressers and mirrors and even the drapes that covered the windows. It had a large bed that Dante couldíve rolled over three times and still been on, three dressers, a wardrobe, a very large mirror, and two glass doors that opened out onto a balcony that let you see the entire town of Siriso, and the sea and the mountains where the sun rose.
"Iím sure you will be able to make good of these resources. Iíll have a maid send up clothes and your weapons. Good night, Mr. Dante." He closed the door before Dante could protest.
Dante could find nothing to do for many hours. He ended up on the balcony looking at the full moon in the dark sky, which shone down brightly on the world. He could not believe the kindness and benevolence of someone who was reputed to be ruthless and unmerciful.
He wandered around the room for a long while before finally laying in the large bed. In the beginning, he didnít want to get the sheets dirty, but by this time he didnít really care. He just lied on the bed for a long while, looking up at the sallow ceiling before finally drifting off to sleep.
"Hello, Dante." The voice didnít have a particular sound. It was just like words put in his mind.
"Hello," he responded. He didnít know how he responded. This was like a dream that hadnít yet gone wrong.
"Whyís Troi being so nice to you?"
"I donít know."
"Who was that girl?"
These questions seemed random to Dante, "How do you expect me to know that? Iíve never been here before."
"Ever seen her before?"
"Are you sure about that?"
"Well" Dante didnít think so but she did look slightly familiar.
"She looked kind of familiar, huh?"
"I think if you got her alone, you could probably get some answers."
"I really donít care."
"Sure you do. I saw you looking at her."
"Where were you?"
"Why donít you two go off somewhere together?"
"Sheís probably married."
"How do you know?"
"It doesnít matter. Why donít you leave this place?"
"Iím here with the troops. I canít leave, Iíd be disgracing Midgard if I just left."
"You donít care."
"Yeah, I know."
"Youíll get your chance."
"To leave with her."
"How do you know?"
"And just who are you?"
"Open your eyes."
Dante opened his eyes slowly and looked about the ivory room. He stretched his arms and legs and looked about the room. The sun was slowly coming up over the mountains and shining in Danteís face. Had his little conversation with the unknown voice really lasted all night? To his surprise, the young lady that was assaulting her grandfather and then sleeping on the bench was now fast asleep on one of his dressers, the one closest to his bed. He got up out of the bed and approached her. He stared at her for a few moments, watching her sleep. Suddenly, realizing how odd he mustíve looked and reached to shake her awake. He placed his hand on her shoulder.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes. She grabbed his hand, and using all her weight, flipped him over onto the bed and jumped on top of him. "Just what did you think you were doing?"
Dante was momentarily stunned by the small womanís physical prowess, "You were asleep on my dresser."
She looked at the bed, then back at him, then a smile spread across her face, "Sorry, Dante, you have to be careful in our world today. Itís dangerous and you can never tell whoís against you."
"Thatís okay, but could you do me a really big favor and get off of my chest. Please?"
"Oops, sorry." She got off of him and stood next to the bed, the smile still planted on her face.
"Thatís okay," he sat up on the bed.
"Your spare clothes and sword are one the dresser. General Troi said to come down when youíre ready to leave."
"Thank you, maíam," Dante said.
"Goodbye, Dante." She turned around and left the room.
"Excuse me!" He called after her.
She ran back in the room, "Yes, sir?"
"What is your name? You seem to know mine, but I donít ever recall talking to you before."
She came closer to him and locked her eyes onto his. She then looked slightly disappointed, "My name is Aria." She turned around and left the room even faster than before.
"Aria" Dante repeated it to himself. "How did she know my name?" he wondered aloud. It was the he realized she never answered how she knew his name. He would have to be sure to ask her the next time he saw her.
Was she the voice?
Dante stared for a while at the sun rising on the mountains and on the sea. He had forgotten he fell asleep with his cerulean-colored wool suit on. Luckily it didnít stink at all. So he wore it again.
He sat on his bed thinking. Debating with himself whether or not he should leave the army based on a voice in his head. Finally, he made up his mind.