The Hostage
How pathetic, thought Dragonslayer captain Dilandau Albatou, sitting in his room. What's the point of hostages? They-re useless and they take up space! Too much space. I don't care if Folken says I need new soldiers, did it have to be HIM??
He slowly recalled the events that had occurred earlier that day.
*FLASHBACK*
"ATTACK!!!" yelled Dilandau, "FIRE THE CANNONS!"
The Dragonslayers had been given the privilege of trying out Folken's new invention; a powerful cannon that could be fired from Guymelefs. They had decided to test on a merchant ship that had passed. Also, Folken had told Dilandau that ever since earlier that year, when a Dragonslayer named Cameron had died, he needed a new soldier.
So after disabling the ship, Dalet was ordered to go in and take a hostage. He did. However, Dilandau, being the person that he is, took it a bit too far, and practically destroyed the ship instead of simply doing what he was supposed to.
After that, they waited. Folken told Dilandau to calm down, and to wait for Dalet to return with the hostage.
After about half an hour or so, Dalet did return. From a distance, it looked as though he was carrying a bundle of rags instead of a person. But as they moved closer, they saw that it was a person, wrapped in a blanket.
"He won't take it off," explained Dalet.
Folken took the boy from Dalet's arms and carried him to the room specially kept empty for him. He put him down on the bed.
For a while the boy didn't move. Dalet walked over and took the hood of the blanket and tried to pull it off, but the boy shifted violently and Dalet move back, but he did not let go of the blanket. Instead, he sat down on the bed in front of the boy and tried to coax it off with soft words.
Dilandau snorted. He knew this wouldn't work.
He was right, the boy didn't even move.
Dilandau was getting impatient, and Dalet was getting worried. The boy's fingers were cut, and it was obvious by his shivering that he was in shock, and needed medical attention.
"Come on," whispered Dalet softly, his fingers still on the hood of the blanket, "We won't bite, promise."
But despite his calmness, his anxiety was worsening, the boy hadn't moved in ten minutes, was he even conscious? He had to be alive for his grip on the blanket was still quite firm.
"Come on…please?" said Dalet, a little more firmly this time.
The boy shifted slightly, but didn't move the blanket.
Just then, Dalet's eyes opened wide as he saw a thick, dark drop of blood fall out from under the blanket onto the bed. Dalet looked up and saw several stains on the blanket, obviously blood stains.
"TAKE IT OFF ALREADY! YOUR INJURED!!!" he screamed, as he tore the blanket forcefully from the boy's body.
Dalet and the others in the room (minus Folken and Dilandau) stared in shock at what sat before them.
A young, blond boy was on the bed, looking terrified. His clothes were torn and his entire body was covered in cuts. In fact, only one of his eyes could be seen, as the other one was covered in a thick layer of blood.
Dalet picked the blanket up from the floor where it had fallen and gently wrapped it around the boy's shoulders.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
Just then, Folken strode forward. Passing Dalet, he picked the boy up off the bed, who soon fainted from the loss of blood.
"Leave him to me," said Folken to Dalet, "We'll set a course for the heart of Zaibach. There he can be tended properly."
He carried the boy out of the room.
How pathetic, thought Dragonslayer captain Dilandau Albatou, sitting in his room. What's the point of hostages? They-re useless and they take up space! Too much space. I don't care if Folken says I need new soldiers, did it have to be HIM??
He slowly recalled the events that had occurred earlier that day.
*FLASHBACK*
"ATTACK!!!" yelled Dilandau, "FIRE THE CANNONS!"
The Dragonslayers had been given the privilege of trying out Folken's new invention; a powerful cannon that could be fired from Guymelefs. They had decided to test on a merchant ship that had passed. Also, Folken had told Dilandau that ever since earlier that year, when a Dragonslayer named Cameron had died, he needed a new soldier.
So after disabling the ship, Dalet was ordered to go in and take a hostage. He did. However, Dilandau, being the person that he is, took it a bit too far, and practically destroyed the ship instead of simply doing what he was supposed to.
After that, they waited. Folken told Dilandau to calm down, and to wait for Dalet to return with the hostage.
After about half an hour or so, Dalet did return. From a distance, it looked as though he was carrying a bundle of rags instead of a person. But as they moved closer, they saw that it was a person, wrapped in a blanket.
"He won't take it off," explained Dalet.
Folken took the boy from Dalet's arms and carried him to the room specially kept empty for him. He put him down on the bed.
For a while the boy didn't move. Dalet walked over and took the hood of the blanket and tried to pull it off, but the boy shifted violently and Dalet move back, but he did not let go of the blanket. Instead, he sat down on the bed in front of the boy and tried to coax it off with soft words.
Dilandau snorted. He knew this wouldn't work.
He was right, the boy didn't even move.
Dilandau was getting impatient, and Dalet was getting worried. The boy's fingers were cut, and it was obvious by his shivering that he was in shock, and needed medical attention.
"Come on," whispered Dalet softly, his fingers still on the hood of the blanket, "We won't bite, promise."
But despite his calmness, his anxiety was worsening, the boy hadn't moved in ten minutes, was he even conscious? He had to be alive for his grip on the blanket was still quite firm.
"Come on…please?" said Dalet, a little more firmly this time.
The boy shifted slightly, but didn't move the blanket.
Just then, Dalet's eyes opened wide as he saw a thick, dark drop of blood fall out from under the blanket onto the bed. Dalet looked up and saw several stains on the blanket, obviously blood stains.
"TAKE IT OFF ALREADY! YOUR INJURED!!!" he screamed, as he tore the blanket forcefully from the boy's body.
Dalet and the others in the room (minus Folken and Dilandau) stared in shock at what sat before them.
A young, blond boy was on the bed, looking terrified. His clothes were torn and his entire body was covered in cuts. In fact, only one of his eyes could be seen, as the other one was covered in a thick layer of blood.
Dalet picked the blanket up from the floor where it had fallen and gently wrapped it around the boy's shoulders.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
Just then, Folken strode forward. Passing Dalet, he picked the boy up off the bed, who soon fainted from the loss of blood.
"Leave him to me," said Folken to Dalet, "We'll set a course for the heart of Zaibach. There he can be tended properly."
He carried the boy out of the room.