Ray slowly crept through the dark cold hallways, wishing she had though to put on shoes or clothes, or anything other then the just the robe. But all she could think about was of horrible things that might have happened to Dilandau. The cold floor caused her to move faster towards the warm bed that would await her if everything was ok. 'What will I tell him, he'll think I'm an idiot if I say it was a bad dream…' She thought, but she still moved quickly and silently.
She soon saw his black steel door. She sighed and slid the door open. She entered the completely darkness.
'At least the hallway had some candle light. She sighed as she stepped into the blackness hearing the door slid shut behind her. She waited for a few minutes until her eyes sight became suited for the darkness. She saw him lying in his vast bed.
Ray sighed and approached slowly. As she sat on the edge of the bed, she felt cold steel against her throat.
"Dilandau?" She stammered, felling the steel retract.
"What is it? Are you ok?" Dilandau asked sitting up, allowing the blanket to fall off his bare chest.
"Yeah, I was just lonely." She lied as she looked around slightly for anything out of place. His robe was thrown on the bed, the fire was only a few glowing embers, and the curtains were shut tight, as well as her bag right next to his bed.
Dilandau slowly crept his arm around her waist pulling her close to him.
Ray followed his movement and leaned her head on his chest as she still sort of sat on the edge of the bed. She pulled back, away from Dilandau and threw back the covers. She quickly dropped her robe and dove under the covers shivering.
Dilandau smirked as she quickly pressed her body against his for warmth. He wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to become comfortable by turning away from him there fore her back was against his chest. Dilandau felt the heat rise in his body as she was lying this close to him, willingly, oblivious to the reason being because she was scared for him.
"What are you scared of Dilandau?" She asked quietly.
He kissed her shoulder while thinking of his answer. "Becoming weak."
"Really?"
"Yes. What are you afraid of?" He asked as he closed his eyes.
"Nothing." She replied. She felt Dilandau breath on her neck in a silent laugh. He moved closer to her and together they fell asleep.
~*~
Ray soon became too hot and rolled away from Dilandau, onto her stomach letting her hand hang off the bed and onto her bag as the blanket fell of her shoulders and down her back.
Ray woke suddenly, shivering, yet comfortable. She reached back and pulled the blanket up around her shoulder and lay there, silent, but awake.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Nothing."
Well that's a lie. You know what you're afraid of. Something happening to your friends. For death to take them before yourself.
Ray sighed as she thought about this. It was her worst fear. She didn't care if she died, death never scared her, it intrigued her, but didn't cause her to be obsessive. But she never wanted to live if she lost her friends, it would hurt too much.
Ray was thinking about this when the door slid open. A large figure cast a shadow across the floor. Ray instantly froze, moving her hand so very slowly as the figure slunk into the darkness. The sudden light from the hallway had left Ray temporarily blind, but she could hear the person move through the room.
"Oh Lord Dilandau. It truly is a shame that this day has come so soon for you." The figure hissed.
Ray wasn't sure if Dilandau was awake or still sleeping so peacefully, so she continued to moved her hand through the materials of her bag, as the figure neared pulling his blade from his sheath. Ray found what she was looking for, she slowly drew it out of her bag.
"It is time to die, Dilandau." As the figure raised it's sword, mistaking Ray for Dilandau.
Ray angled her hand accurately. The sound of a cannon echoed off the walls as the dark creature fell to the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Dilandau screamed as he bolted up right. He grabbed his robe as he leapt off of his bed. He threw it onto his body. He rushed across the room and quickly relit the fire. He came back and saw the body bleeding on his floor. Ray was lying on her stomach, her eyes blank her hand in her bag. "Ray are you ok?" Dilandau asked placing a hand on her back. Ray nodded slowly. She sat up, pulling the silver metal gun from her bag. Dilandau threw her robe over he shoulders, helping her to her feet as she put it on properly. She slumped back onto the bed and stared at the dead body.
"I can't believe I did that." She said quietly. She dropped the metal on the object.
"You did this?" Dilandau asked, wondering how she would manage such a thing, without a sword. All he saw on the body was a neat hole in the man's chest.
"He was going to kill you." She whispered.
"I see." Dilandau knelt by the man, pushing him onto his back. After a few second Dilandau extracted a letter. He read through it quickly. Sure enough it said this man was an assassin to kill himself. 'He must have been confident to be carrying this. A shame all good assassins have no names.' Dilandau sighed as he stood up, dropping the letter on the dead man's chest. He glanced over at Ray, who was still staring blankly at the body. "I owe you my life." Dilandau said to her, she didn't seem to hear him at the moment. Suddenly Dilandau realized that this assassin would have killed Ray, mistaking her for himself. Dilandau was outraged, she would have died, and he would have awoke and killed the man, leaving Ray dead. 'She shouldn't have been here! She should have been in her room, where she was safe.' Dilandau thought of the guard at her door. 'He was supposed to keep her in her room!' Remembered incorrectly, only thinking of how he could punish the poor, now good as dead boy.
Suddenly the door burst open. Dilandau's Dragon Slayers entered quickly, swords drawn and in their armour. Behind them came lower soldiers still dressed in their loose grey pants and muscle shirts.
And there in there in the front of the lower soldiers who were only there to see a fight, was the guard, who had abandoned his post, endangering Ray.
She soon saw his black steel door. She sighed and slid the door open. She entered the completely darkness.
'At least the hallway had some candle light. She sighed as she stepped into the blackness hearing the door slid shut behind her. She waited for a few minutes until her eyes sight became suited for the darkness. She saw him lying in his vast bed.
Ray sighed and approached slowly. As she sat on the edge of the bed, she felt cold steel against her throat.
"Dilandau?" She stammered, felling the steel retract.
"What is it? Are you ok?" Dilandau asked sitting up, allowing the blanket to fall off his bare chest.
"Yeah, I was just lonely." She lied as she looked around slightly for anything out of place. His robe was thrown on the bed, the fire was only a few glowing embers, and the curtains were shut tight, as well as her bag right next to his bed.
Dilandau slowly crept his arm around her waist pulling her close to him.
Ray followed his movement and leaned her head on his chest as she still sort of sat on the edge of the bed. She pulled back, away from Dilandau and threw back the covers. She quickly dropped her robe and dove under the covers shivering.
Dilandau smirked as she quickly pressed her body against his for warmth. He wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to become comfortable by turning away from him there fore her back was against his chest. Dilandau felt the heat rise in his body as she was lying this close to him, willingly, oblivious to the reason being because she was scared for him.
"What are you scared of Dilandau?" She asked quietly.
He kissed her shoulder while thinking of his answer. "Becoming weak."
"Really?"
"Yes. What are you afraid of?" He asked as he closed his eyes.
"Nothing." She replied. She felt Dilandau breath on her neck in a silent laugh. He moved closer to her and together they fell asleep.
~*~
Ray soon became too hot and rolled away from Dilandau, onto her stomach letting her hand hang off the bed and onto her bag as the blanket fell of her shoulders and down her back.
Ray woke suddenly, shivering, yet comfortable. She reached back and pulled the blanket up around her shoulder and lay there, silent, but awake.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Nothing."
Well that's a lie. You know what you're afraid of. Something happening to your friends. For death to take them before yourself.
Ray sighed as she thought about this. It was her worst fear. She didn't care if she died, death never scared her, it intrigued her, but didn't cause her to be obsessive. But she never wanted to live if she lost her friends, it would hurt too much.
Ray was thinking about this when the door slid open. A large figure cast a shadow across the floor. Ray instantly froze, moving her hand so very slowly as the figure slunk into the darkness. The sudden light from the hallway had left Ray temporarily blind, but she could hear the person move through the room.
"Oh Lord Dilandau. It truly is a shame that this day has come so soon for you." The figure hissed.
Ray wasn't sure if Dilandau was awake or still sleeping so peacefully, so she continued to moved her hand through the materials of her bag, as the figure neared pulling his blade from his sheath. Ray found what she was looking for, she slowly drew it out of her bag.
"It is time to die, Dilandau." As the figure raised it's sword, mistaking Ray for Dilandau.
Ray angled her hand accurately. The sound of a cannon echoed off the walls as the dark creature fell to the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Dilandau screamed as he bolted up right. He grabbed his robe as he leapt off of his bed. He threw it onto his body. He rushed across the room and quickly relit the fire. He came back and saw the body bleeding on his floor. Ray was lying on her stomach, her eyes blank her hand in her bag. "Ray are you ok?" Dilandau asked placing a hand on her back. Ray nodded slowly. She sat up, pulling the silver metal gun from her bag. Dilandau threw her robe over he shoulders, helping her to her feet as she put it on properly. She slumped back onto the bed and stared at the dead body.
"I can't believe I did that." She said quietly. She dropped the metal on the object.
"You did this?" Dilandau asked, wondering how she would manage such a thing, without a sword. All he saw on the body was a neat hole in the man's chest.
"He was going to kill you." She whispered.
"I see." Dilandau knelt by the man, pushing him onto his back. After a few second Dilandau extracted a letter. He read through it quickly. Sure enough it said this man was an assassin to kill himself. 'He must have been confident to be carrying this. A shame all good assassins have no names.' Dilandau sighed as he stood up, dropping the letter on the dead man's chest. He glanced over at Ray, who was still staring blankly at the body. "I owe you my life." Dilandau said to her, she didn't seem to hear him at the moment. Suddenly Dilandau realized that this assassin would have killed Ray, mistaking her for himself. Dilandau was outraged, she would have died, and he would have awoke and killed the man, leaving Ray dead. 'She shouldn't have been here! She should have been in her room, where she was safe.' Dilandau thought of the guard at her door. 'He was supposed to keep her in her room!' Remembered incorrectly, only thinking of how he could punish the poor, now good as dead boy.
Suddenly the door burst open. Dilandau's Dragon Slayers entered quickly, swords drawn and in their armour. Behind them came lower soldiers still dressed in their loose grey pants and muscle shirts.
And there in there in the front of the lower soldiers who were only there to see a fight, was the guard, who had abandoned his post, endangering Ray.