Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Ryuu' or anything related to them. Dak Gallia is my creation and is Copyrighted to ME. If you steal Dak's likeness (and trust me, I WILL find out) I will never let you rest until you remove him from your fic. Ok? Good, now--on with the story! ~E-C~

Chapter One

The arrival

The Vione

"A new Ryuugekitai?"

"I heard he's from Fanelia!"

"Nani? No way! Dilandau-sama wouldn't..."

"He did. I overheard it when he was talking to Folken-sama."

"he must be furious."

"I bet." The Ryuu' were talking in hushed whispers over the table in the mess hall, it was official. They were receiving a new soldier from the outskirts of Fanelia; a boy who was rumored to speak to dragons. Dak Gallia. The quiet clamor stopped suddenly as their superior, Dilandau Albatou stepped into the room, flanked by a very tall, very strange-looking boy of about 15. His hair was the same color as Dilandau's, cut so that the front was longer than the back and blue streaked bangs fell over his garnet eyes. The other Ryuu' couldn't help but stare as he calmly walked over, sat down next to Gatti and started to eat the meal laid out for him. Gatti, being seated right next to the boy, tried to make conversation. And failed miserably.

"So...you're from Fanelia eh?" Gatti tried. A grunt was Dak's answer. "Okaaay...you're 15 right?" This time Dak swallowed the piece of meat he had been chewing and looked up at the ashen-blonde--haired boy who sat next to him.

"Sixteen." Was his answer. He went back to quietly chewing on the chicken leg.

"Oi, so am I! Kewl ne?" Another grunt, then he 'hn'ed' and casually swept a strand of

midnight blue hair from his face.

"I guess..."

"Oi! Do you really talk to ryuu'?" Dalet asked stupidly from across the table. Gatti kicked him hard in the shins. "Itai! What's the big idea?"

"Baka." Gatti grumbled, and cast a glance at the boy next to him. To his surprise, Dak looked mildly amused at Dalet's question.

"Sure, why not? I guess I could speak to dragons." It was the most he had said since arriving at the Vione. Gatti smirked at the response. The boy may be quiet, but he had a sharp tongue and a quick mind. He would fit in well.