The Past
Dilandau finished the glass of Vino he was drinking and fell down onto his bed. He put his arms behind his head and began to think. There's something familiar about that brat that Dalet picked up, he thought. He reminds me of someone.
*FLASHBACK*
A young Dilandau Albatou walked through the dark alleyway of the Zaibach village. Although Emperor Dornkirk had brought tons of new technology to Zaibach, there were still some very poor villages, such as this one. Dilandau turned a corner and proceeded out onto another. He passed by many of the small houses and then past a slightly bigger one, with a sign above the door that read 'Orphanage'. He was nearly past the slightly larger building when he heard a strange noise coming from within. He stopped to listen. They were the sounds of a woman screaming. Suddenly, the door opened and a young boy, no older than Dilandau, was literally thrown out, and the door was slammed behind him. The small boy stood up and rubbed his tearfilled eyes. He had shoulder length, brown hair and he was wearing a small brown shirt with dirty shorts. "Are you allright?" asked Dilandau. The boy, not having noticed Dilandau before, looked at him in surprise. Dilandau walked up to him. "I'm Dilandau Albatou from the Vione," he said, "What's your name?" "Dalet" replied the boy. "Dalet what?" asked Dilandau, "You must have a last name." "Dalet. I don't know," he replied, "Nothing I guess. Sorry." "Oh," said Dilandau, "Why was that old lady yelling at you?" At that question, tears formed again in Dalet's eyes. Dilandau reached up and rubbed one gingerly with his hand. "Well," started Dalet, "It all started a three days ago with the doctor, when he came to visit. He comes once a year to give all us kids a check-up. Everyone was fine. except me. He said I had a serious disease, I can't remember what it's called, but he said I wouldn't live much longer." "Continue," said Dilandau, for Dalet had suddenly stopped. "Anyways" began Dalet again, "In this town, we have a limited amount of food, and since the Keeper (that's what we call her anyway) says I'm gonna die soon, she stopped feeding me so as to save food. I haven't eaten for two and a half days now, and I'm so hungry." "But why did she kick you out?" asked Dilandau, still as inquisitive as ever. "Because I was so hungry, that just now I asked her if I could have a little bit of something to eat, and she got really mad." Dalet's eyes foamed with water again. "THAT'S HORRIBLE!!!!" cried Dilandau, now full of rage. Dalet nodded silently. Just then, a solution presented itself to Dilandau. "I know!" he exclaimed, "Come with me!" He took Dalet by the hand and ran down the street with him, towards the Vione.
Once there, Dilandau turned to Dalet. "I live here," he stated, "With this really smart guy named Folken. Here you can have some food, and I'm sure he can cure you as well!" "Can I stay here?" asked Dalet. "Yeah, probably," said Dilandau. He pulled Dalet forward. Dilandau knocked on Folken's door. It opened. At first, Folken said nothing. His eyes went from Dilandau's face to Dalet's. "You are.?" he asked. "Dalet," the small brunette replied, "Dilandau said you could cure me, and I could live here."
*END FLASHBACK*
Indeed Folken had cured Dalet, for the illness he had had wasn't really all that life-threatening. Now Dalet was living here, as he had for the past 9 years, with Dilandau. And then he left me, thought Dilandau. He used to come and see me all the time. And then rank split us up. I became his commander and now he doesn't love me anymore. Or at least, not the way he used to. Just then, there came a soft knock at the door. Dilandau stood up. "Come in," he said swiftly. The door opened, and Dalet stepped in. "Well, speak of the devil," muttered Dilandau. Dalet ignored the comment. "Sir, I have a message from Lord Folken," he said calmly. "What is it now?" Dilandau asked, slightly annoyed. "He says the boy will be ready to work in a month." A MONTH! cried Dilandau's mind, though the expression on his face didn't change.
Dilandau finished the glass of Vino he was drinking and fell down onto his bed. He put his arms behind his head and began to think. There's something familiar about that brat that Dalet picked up, he thought. He reminds me of someone.
*FLASHBACK*
A young Dilandau Albatou walked through the dark alleyway of the Zaibach village. Although Emperor Dornkirk had brought tons of new technology to Zaibach, there were still some very poor villages, such as this one. Dilandau turned a corner and proceeded out onto another. He passed by many of the small houses and then past a slightly bigger one, with a sign above the door that read 'Orphanage'. He was nearly past the slightly larger building when he heard a strange noise coming from within. He stopped to listen. They were the sounds of a woman screaming. Suddenly, the door opened and a young boy, no older than Dilandau, was literally thrown out, and the door was slammed behind him. The small boy stood up and rubbed his tearfilled eyes. He had shoulder length, brown hair and he was wearing a small brown shirt with dirty shorts. "Are you allright?" asked Dilandau. The boy, not having noticed Dilandau before, looked at him in surprise. Dilandau walked up to him. "I'm Dilandau Albatou from the Vione," he said, "What's your name?" "Dalet" replied the boy. "Dalet what?" asked Dilandau, "You must have a last name." "Dalet. I don't know," he replied, "Nothing I guess. Sorry." "Oh," said Dilandau, "Why was that old lady yelling at you?" At that question, tears formed again in Dalet's eyes. Dilandau reached up and rubbed one gingerly with his hand. "Well," started Dalet, "It all started a three days ago with the doctor, when he came to visit. He comes once a year to give all us kids a check-up. Everyone was fine. except me. He said I had a serious disease, I can't remember what it's called, but he said I wouldn't live much longer." "Continue," said Dilandau, for Dalet had suddenly stopped. "Anyways" began Dalet again, "In this town, we have a limited amount of food, and since the Keeper (that's what we call her anyway) says I'm gonna die soon, she stopped feeding me so as to save food. I haven't eaten for two and a half days now, and I'm so hungry." "But why did she kick you out?" asked Dilandau, still as inquisitive as ever. "Because I was so hungry, that just now I asked her if I could have a little bit of something to eat, and she got really mad." Dalet's eyes foamed with water again. "THAT'S HORRIBLE!!!!" cried Dilandau, now full of rage. Dalet nodded silently. Just then, a solution presented itself to Dilandau. "I know!" he exclaimed, "Come with me!" He took Dalet by the hand and ran down the street with him, towards the Vione.
Once there, Dilandau turned to Dalet. "I live here," he stated, "With this really smart guy named Folken. Here you can have some food, and I'm sure he can cure you as well!" "Can I stay here?" asked Dalet. "Yeah, probably," said Dilandau. He pulled Dalet forward. Dilandau knocked on Folken's door. It opened. At first, Folken said nothing. His eyes went from Dilandau's face to Dalet's. "You are.?" he asked. "Dalet," the small brunette replied, "Dilandau said you could cure me, and I could live here."
*END FLASHBACK*
Indeed Folken had cured Dalet, for the illness he had had wasn't really all that life-threatening. Now Dalet was living here, as he had for the past 9 years, with Dilandau. And then he left me, thought Dilandau. He used to come and see me all the time. And then rank split us up. I became his commander and now he doesn't love me anymore. Or at least, not the way he used to. Just then, there came a soft knock at the door. Dilandau stood up. "Come in," he said swiftly. The door opened, and Dalet stepped in. "Well, speak of the devil," muttered Dilandau. Dalet ignored the comment. "Sir, I have a message from Lord Folken," he said calmly. "What is it now?" Dilandau asked, slightly annoyed. "He says the boy will be ready to work in a month." A MONTH! cried Dilandau's mind, though the expression on his face didn't change.