It's a Secret

by HugglesXKitten

The battle with Valgaav was one which they would never forget. It left Filia with an important duty- to take care of the newborn ancient dragon, and plenty of spare time for other things. She never expected him to visit, and once he did, she only hoped he would leave. If that is true, then why does she feel regret once he did? Art by the wonderful ly-xu on deviant art.

Title

A priestess is a priestess, while a dragon is a dragon. When Filia gave up her title as priestess of the Golden Dragons, it changed her very little. True, there were no more Golden Dragons for her to be the priestess of, but there was also the fact that she was never much good at her duties. She was righteous; as she should have been, but she was also reckless and stubborn; never mind her temper.

Since the battle with Valgaav, when he had been consumed by the darkness of his hatred, she had found herself taking care of his newborn soul. To tell the truth, it wasn't hard work, as the infantile dragon was fairly self-sufficient. Taking this into consideration, the reality of her situation was that she spent most of her time taking care of the small antiques shop that she had opened.

There was a lot of cleaning involved in owning your own business. The market for her specific wares was not so big, and catered mostly to the rich or fanciful, but she got by. She found herself greatly enjoying the small things that she had to do though, and it seemed to be just what she needed. That is, until he came knocking on her door.

The knock had put her off her guard, since he was never one for manners. Usually he would just poof in and then out without any warning. When she heard the knock, and then the sound of the door opening, Filia stepped out from the storage room only to see that familiar face, and promptly turned and hurried into the back.

"Aww, that wasn't nice," Xellos said popping up next to her in his customary monster fashion. "I thought you would be happy to see me, Filia."

"What gave you that idea?" She turned her nose up at him and averted her eyes in a haughty fashion. As it did whenever he was around, she felt an uncomfortable feeling well up in her stomach. He was the most aggravating monster that she had ever met in her entire life, and he refused to leave her alone.

"That really hurts," he replied, shadowing her movements as she organized her stock. "Here I thought that you and I had made such a breakthrough during the battle with Valgaav."

"What makes you say that?" Filia raised an eyebrow in his direction. "I can't remember anything that may possibly lead you to believe that I have anything but loathing for you." Her company was surprisingly silent, and when she turned around he was no longer there. "Typical…"

No longer trying to hide, she walked to the front. To her surprise, Filia found Xellos still in the building. He was peering down into cloth-lined the basket which she had made to be Valgaav's bed. His expression was impossible to read, and she didn't care enough to bother to try.