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Of Dragons and Eagles

He ran through the forest panting and trying to push his way through
the foliage.
Things were not going well. The Viona had been burnt to the ground and
his Dragon slayers were all dead. Allen and Van's soldiers had swarmed
the wreckage once it had landed and he had only just slipped away.
Sliding to a stop, he brushed the wet silvery hair out of his eyes and
leaned against a tree.
I can't believe this. I'm supposed to be invincible!
He knew quite well what would happen if he was caught. There was no way
in hell that he was going to receive a quick death. He would be
tortured for information and that was something he wasn't going to allow.

"Dilandau Albiotou. We know you're in there! You're surrounded and you
would be wise to give yourself up."
Dilandau spun round and peered into the trees behind him. They couldn't
have caught up with him that quickly, could they?

"Come quietly!"

"Never! I'll never be one of your stupid mindless slaves! I'm Dilandau
Alboitou, leader of the Dragon Slayers! I.."

But they're dead aren't they Dilandau? And it's your entire fault.

Dilandau shook his head and braced himself for a fight as a number of
soldiers began to creep towards him backing him towards the edge of a
cliff.
Be quiet. He told the voice in his head and he watched a familiar
figure walk through the soldiers and towards him.
Dilandau narrowed his eyes and felt a deep growl in the back of his
throat.
Van.
Van smirked in triumph as he watched the once feared leader step back
towards the cliff.
"Dilandau, how nice to see you. We almost thought that you had gone
down with the Viole, but apparently.." he glanced at Dilandau's bleeding
shoulder. "not." He finished with an extra smile for good luck.
All at once the smile vanished from his face as he stepped forward and
drew his sword.

"Surrender."

Dilandau narrowed his eyes and charged with a scream. It didn't last
long. He was disarmed in a matter of minutes and was backed slowly
towards the edge of the cliff.
Dilandau turned and glanced behind him. It was a long way down.
A sharp point met with his throat and he tore his eyes away to meet
with a pair of brown eyes that held nothing but distain for him.

"Hands up" Van ordered.

Dilandau stared and felt his anger grow as he watched Allen smirk
behind Van's back.

"UP I SAID!"

Slowly, but never taking his eyes off Van, he raised his hands and
waited for Allen to step forward with a pair of manacles that were
promptly clapped around his wrists and clamped onto a steel ring at the back
of Vans horses saddle.
Dilandau sighed. How could have this have happened?

"Lets move out, and Dilandau? Do try to keep up. It's a good twenty leagues to Fanelia."

Dilandau tried to dig his heels into the ground as the horses started to move and was only met with a hard shove from behind which sent him stumbling and a string of curses left his mouth.

Van turned around with a lazy smile on his face.

"Allen, is there any way to keep our guest quiet?"

Allen smiled and strode over to Dilandau.

"What are yo..?" Dilandau started to say but was cut off by a piece of dirty cloth pushed into his mouth.

Van laughed at Dilandau's discomfort.

"And if you think we're bad, just you wait till the people of fanelia get their hands on you. After all, you're responsible for most of the widowed women in the city."

Dilandau's eyes widened. No, if the people got their hands on him, well, it wasn't worth thinking about.

Van studied Dilandau for a while then laughed heartily and set his steed off into a trot.
"Onwards to Fanelia!"