Author's notes: This was just a short fic inspired by a thought that Dilandau and Trogdor the Burninator (Which belongs to the Homestarrunner creators and not me!) would have gotten along quite well. Please enjoy.
"Burnination of the Heart."
"Another dragon? What about the one we're already chasing?"
"I am afraid that this dragon is of the utmost importance to us, Dilandau. The emperor has ordered that this new dragon be captured, as it could threaten our future much more than the one you are so used to chasing," Folken stated. He was quite relieved now that his brother might be safe.
"Very well. If we must," Dilandau said, unable to veil his annoyance. "At least I can kill it and get on with my work. Do we know where it is?"
"Yes. It has been roaming the countryside for some time now, and is outside of Dedalus as we speak. See that you have your men ready."
With a smirk Dilandau walked to the doorway.
"They are always ready, Folken," Dilandau said as he left.
"Master Dilandau, the Dragon is within our sights," Shesta said, unsure of what to make of this odd looking creature.
"Stand your ground. So that's the dragon," He stated rather quizically. "...I've never seen one like it."
Dilandau hardly knew what to make of the thing. Reptilian Gaean dragons were not normally blessed with wings, nor did they normally posess a human-like muscular arm.
"...What -is- this thing?" Dilandau asked, wondering what in the world this creature had to do with Zaibach's future. "Well, all we have to do is kill it, and..."
As he spoke, the dragon had begun to spew fire everywhere, aiming mostly for small hovels or peasants. Dilandau found his skills to be most inspiring. He now wondered why in the world the emperor wished to have this dragon killed, while leaving the other more dangerous, more aggravating dragon in confinement. Surely killing Van would prevent any further mucking up of Zaibach's plans, while this beefy-armed dragon could help the cause of Zaibach. Dilandau surveyed the destruction with a good deal of enjoyment.
"Dilandau! What is taking you so long?" came Folken's angered voice over the comm link.
"Oh, he's a difficult one to track, Folken. I think we might be here aaaaall day."
"Damn you, Dilandau. Ever moment he is out there, more destruction is caused, and we have promised Dedalus that we would stop that destruction. Follow your orders."
"Interesting that you're so hell-bent on seeing your ancestors destroyed. You just hate everyone, don't you?"
"Do as you are told. Insubordination will not do you any benefits."
With that the comm link switched off.
"Sir," Gatty began timidly, "Shall we move ahead?"
"Stop questioning me," Dilandau replied sharply. "We will do nothing. Screw the plans. I -like- this guy."
And so, Trogdor lived on thanks to the benevolence of the Dragonslayers, and Dilandau found someone who was as much of a pyro as he was. Thus, all was laid to burnination.
Author's note again: I'm sorry for the misleading title. I hope you'll forgive...