A place to call home
Slowly she slunk away from the pain and devastation, away from the tortured cry of thousands dying, away from her 'home'. She walked until she could walk no more, then slowly the darkness claimed her senses.
Opening her deep conspicuous brown eyes slowly she blinked and found herself facing a coal chalked wall, on a cot of deep black velvet. Sitting up hesitantly her long blood red hair with natural silver highlights crept onto her face. A gentle pale gloved hand reached out and pushed it back. Deep Conspicuous brown eyes turned to her left , fear evident in them. A pair of deep lilac eyes gazed back. "A pleasant warm light has cascaded into the room and roused you from your sleep M'lady" The lilac eyed boy said quietly.
"What happened, Where am I, How did I get, who are you?" she squeaked not caring to hide her astoundment. "My name is Viole, you are aboard the Vione a Zaibach Military ship, and I spotted you while retreating from the battlefield." He answered calmly with a slight smirk.
Deep conspicuous brown eyes widened and with a sinking feeling of realization she moved towards the door. His reflexes were quicker than she anticipated and he snatched her wrist and pinned her to the wall.
"Let me go!" she screamed and twisted out of his firm grasp. Not a chance sweetheart, you can't leave here, my orders are to have you remain here" He replied and slowly eased his grip on her wrist.
"Damn you scum." She hissed and sank to the ground close to tears. 'What have I got myself into? Lord Van I hope your okay.' She thought as tears of regret fell slowly down her cheeks leaving a trail of sorrow. Now she was trapped in the hands of the enemy, away from her father and brother-like figure.
"M'lord forgive me" she whimpered before blackness claimed her energy drained body again.
He watched her slid into unconsciousness against the wall. 'She is gorgeous, I wonder why she tried to run' he thought as he settled into a comfortable position on a chair near the door. He knew that he would be there for awhile. He had been told to guard her and there was no way that he was going to slack off so that Lord Delandau could have a reason to harm him.
The door opened to reveal a young man about 25 his wine coloured eyes and pale blue hair was accented by the black cloak that swirled around him like black mist. "Lord Folken" Viole gasped and bowed with respect and honour to his superior officer.
"The young one has awoken and seems to be unharmed." He said crossing the room and placing his left hand on her shoulder he gently shook her awake.
Deep conspicuous brown groggy eyes opened slowly and gazed into the wine coloured ones that loomed above hers. Gasping she bolted upright narrowly missing his forehead and looked frantically for an exit. "Again your sweet gaze has fallen upon those who's heart is cold M'lady" said the newcomer. The girl was panicking and she tried to get around him edging to wards the door. He however gently caught her hand and kissed it, stopping her in her tracks. "Now I insist we find you better quarters however you must not try and escape just yet. Miss." He said and the girl turned slightly, catching sight of the sword hanging upon Violes belt, smiling she stepped back and towards Viole. "Of course M'lord" she said and seemed to relax, as did the others in the room. She reached out and snatched the blade from the unexpected soldier and turning she made to cut the newcomer. A resounding "CLANG" echoed through the room and she looked up in surprise, he had his sword drawn and she knew a fight was coming.
With a quick movement she had tried to disarm him and made it out the door into the hall again. He was good and his style was very familiar. Try as she might she couldn't disarm him. They battled into another room and a quick look told her it was a training area, because there were soldiers sparring or at least they were until she entered with the guy. Everyone stopped to watch and a silver haired boy grinned. "Come now Folken surely this thing hasn't got you on the run." He sneered and laughed and laugh that chilled her to the bone. She lunged slicing at the man and disarmed him with a quick twist only to find several soldiers with there swords drawn waiting for her to fight them. Silently she dropped the sword and Viole raced in picking it up and resheathing it. "That was a very foolish thing to do, I already told you that we were on a floating fortress, never mind that but a military ship, surely you would have known that it would be foolish to try something like that." Viole said and the deep conspicuous brown eyes sparked with anger.
"So you expect me to be nice and allow the cowardly enemy to win" She spat and then turned only to find herself staring into the wine coloured eyes once again. "No M'lady we expect you to behave and act like you have some manners." He replied coolly.
She blushed and fought the urge to slap him, her father had always taught her that being respectful and well trained meant biting your tongue and resisting the urge too pummel someone into oblivion. "Sorry, I merely forgot my place" She snapped out angrily, getting a laugh from the surrounding men in the process.
The blue haired man chuckled slightly, "Your fighting style is that of a samurai, tell me young one, from whom did you learn your fighting skills." He asked and she smirked, "From someone I would trust with my life" she replied and smirked as he became annoyed. "he meant a name not what they do for you kid" the silver haired boy growled and stepped forward.
"I was getting to that you pompous Ass." She retorted and smiled as he looked ready to murder her. "Anyway" she continued ignoring his silent death glare. "I learned my skills from my father Balges" she replied honestly and saw the men pale slightly.
"So you are Dylan then?" Folken replied and bowed slightly to her. "No I'm Dusty" she replied sarcastically laughing as he sweatdropped. Another voice cold and calculated spoke up, "I highly doubt that girl considering I'm right here." A boy with copper red hair and grey eyes stepped up wearing a slayers uniform. "You know better than to be sarcastic dad did teach you better." He said.
Dylan shook with silent rage. "You ass I thought you were dead" she screamed and turned towards him, "how many times do I have to see you like this?" she asked and sunk to the floor quietly hoping that he wouldn't scold her just yet. Dusty smirked and stepped towards her kneeling beside her, grey met brown as they looked at each other. "You must understand luv that sometimes things aren't always what they seem, in fact I am surprised that you even left the battle." He said quietly a few others snickered.
"Well it wasn't like I had a choice, dad gave me an order and I followed it." Dylan retorted and suddenly felt weak again.
