Title: Midgard's Finest

Summary: Elyon is training hard to become a transcendent high priest. To do this, she must either join a party of youth sharing the same ambition, or join a group of people that can help her train. Unfortunately for her, her brother just happens to be a member of Midgard's most celebrated guild.

Disclaimer:I don't own ragnarok…


Chap Title: Something Big, Something Cute, and a Flirt

Elyon stared at the massive building before her, awestruck. Her brother stood beside her, grinning rather smugly.

"So what do you think, El? Pretty cool, huh?" Carl asked proudly as he looked at his at-the-moment speechless sister.

Elyon blinked and said the only thing that's been running through her head, "It's big."

The Paladin burst out laughing earning a deadly look from the dark haired princess. "Sorry…" chuckle, "the look…", chortle, "on your face…" snigger then a full blown laughter.

Elyon reddened slightly and silently fumed at her brother but found herself unable to be angry at him for so long.

They had once been pretty close, she always following him around when they were children. Not that they weren't still close, but things just weren't the same when he left to pursue his ambitions and later on she to pursue her own.

They haven't spoke for almost 3 months before now, although letters were exchange. And right now, seeing him standing tall and strong with the same cheerful expression on his face, she was happy. And here they were, together again.

"I'm sorry," he apologized after he recovered and was now sporting a wide grin on his handsome face, "But the look on your face was so cute!" he beamed as he pinched her cheek like he always did when they were little.

"Gah!!! Carl, Stop that!!" the Priestess yelled, both embarrassed and annoyed, slapping the Paladin's hand away, "I'm not a child anymore, you idiot! It's embarrassing."

"But you are so cute and I haven't seen you for months! I'm j…" he was cut off when a foot was planted on his face stopping his attempt to hug his sister.

"Back off, Carl!"

………

"Hey, Grey! Stop harassing the lady!" another voice joined in. It was too cheerful for comfort.

Oh great. Elyon closed her eyes and groaned inwardly. She was so tempted to run away now.

"Guile," she heard her brother speak. Guile? That sounded familiar, where had she heard it before? "You're back early."

The new voice, which belonged to someone named Guile, let out a chuckle, "Well, yeah. The problem wasn't as bad as we thought. The people were actually quite cooperative."

"Really?" There was a hint of doubt on the Paladin's voice.

"Of course," The other man, cleared his voice innocently and tried to change the subject, "So who's the lovely lady, Carl? Can't let you have the women all by yourself now, do we?"

What the heck? Did the guy just…Did he just…IMPLY THAT SHE WAS INVOLVED WITH HER BROTHER?!!

Son of a…

Priests must not curse be damned!

"Excuse me?!" Elyon opened her eyes and sent the man a murderous look that wiped off the silly grin on her brother's face.

Carl eyes widened in alarm. Oh, shit. This wasn't going to end well. The expression on his sister's face was one he knew too well and one he vowed never ever to be on the receiving end ever again.

"Well, well, ain't she feisty?" Guile leered, "I like that in a woman." He winked as he took one step closer towards the incensed priestess. "So, want to tell me your name, sweetheart?"

If one looked closely, they'd be able notice a vein sticking out from the priestess' forehead, ready to explode any minute.

If it was possible, the Paladin's eyes widened even more at his guild mate's attempt to flirt his sister.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. This was definitelynot going to end well.

Guile tore his eyes away from the woman to look at the Paladin, who was giving him weird gestures. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to decipher what the brunette was trying to say. What the…?

The Paladin made a slicing motion on his neck.

That was easy, Guile thought. Dead? So what about dead? He made the slightest shrug.

Carl groaned at the man's blithe dismissal of his warning and used a unique sign language known only by the guild's captains. Hopefully, the idiotic ass would get it this time.

Guile raised one delicate brow at his friend. Run Away? Run away from what? He motioned.

FROM HER!! The Paladin replied.

Guile turned his attention back to the Priestess but what he saw was only a flash of purple and then nothing. One word passed through his head before he succumb into darkness.

Fuck.