" I can't believe that you did that!"
" Dilandau, I think women will be a valued addition to the Dragonslayers. I have also cleared it with Emperor Dornkirk. Now, I expect you to start gathering the new recruits. Report to me with your final decision." Folken told Dilandau with a calm but final voice. Giving Dilandau one last threatening look, Folken turned on his heel and left the dark throne room.
Slumping back onto the hard seat of his throne, Dilandau started to contemplate how he could ruin these plans that he hated so much. As he played with the thought of killing Folken, an insane smile spread across his face. The silence is interrupted when Chesta enters with exciting news.
" Lord Dilandau," Chesta spoke, kneeling considerately low, " I have news for you."
" What do you want?" snapped Dilandau.
Chesta quietly continued, " There is a Guymelef tournament at the Adanac post. Lord Folken suggested that you go to observe the female contestants."
" Folken! He suggested? Urrgg, how dare he interfere, he's already done enough. He's forcing me to recruit GIRLS!!!" said Dilandau.
Giving Dilandau a quick glance up from his gaze at the floor, Chesta added, " Lord Folken strongly urged you to go."
Dilandau stood up, and with one quick motion he hit the Dragonslayer across the face with the back of his hand. He turned around, and as he sat back down on his throne. He stared at the boy in front of him, who had a growing red mark across his cheek. " No one urges me to go anywhere."
Keeping his eyes on a piece of floor in front of him, Chesta nodded. " Yes sir."
" Now, tell me more about this tournament," said Dilandau, as if nothing had happened.
"A few more popular Guymelefs are passing through the small trading post. They are putting on a small show for the merchants. There will also be sparring matches."
" Fine. Go tell Folken I will go, but be sure to add that I will not ensure I will recruit anyone," replied Dilandau with a smirk across his face, "or that when I leave the post will be in one piece."
"Yes Master Dilandau." With that, Chasta stood up, gave a small bow to the young boy on the throne, and turned around and left.
I can't believe Folken is making me do this! And I can't believe Dornkirk agreed! Why would we want girls to fight anyway? They lack strength and control. Well, I guess I could pretend to collect some girls to train, but no one said we had to use them in battle. They would take out all of the fuunnnn!!!
Thinking one last nasty thought about Folken, Dilandau rose from his seat and ordered the guard at the door to prepare his Guymelef. A tournament might be fun to watch anyway. He then started to walk towards the hanger where the Guymelefs are kept.
He reached the hanger in a minute. It was close to his throne room and quarters for quick and easy access to his Guymelef in case of an attack. He walked up to his Guymelef, gave it a quick glance up and down before swiftly climbing inside. It was going to be a boring day, Dilandau could tell already.
"Hurry up, I don't want to wait all day!" Dilandau yelled. He was sitting on top of a group of bleachers waiting for the fighting tournament to start. He had been told how the tournament was going to happen. Guymelefs were first. There was only few melefs, so they were going to slowly eliminate each other until there was a final winner. Then a small women's sparring tournament followed. It was more of a joke than an actual tournament, but that small joke was the reason Dilandau was here. No one knew his true reason to be here except himself and Gatti and Chesta, who accompanied him under Folken's orders.
Dilandau was in a grumpy mood. He was bored because the fighting hadn't started yet. But his basic reason for being annoyed more than usual was the whole being forced to go to watch GIRLS fight! He would have gone to the tournament at his own will just to enjoy the fighting, but he couldn't because he didn't have a choice to go or not.
"WWOOOHHOOOO!!! YEAH!!" The crowd screamed as the first two guymelefs stepped out into the small, make-do stadium in Adanac.
It was a small stadium, just barely big enough for 2 melefs to fight freely. It was surrounded by worn bleachers. At one end larger, more comfortable seats were located where the head of the town, Sir Thamos sat along with Dilandau and his dragon slayers. Thamos stood up and stepped forward. The guymelefs turned to face each other, took their fighting stance and waited to start. With one long breath, Thamos yelled, "Begin!"
As the fight began, Dilandau's eyes searched the crowd. He lowered his sight to the workers at the edge of the stadium, who were preparing for the next fight. His gaze then met a young girl at the edge of a set of bleachers, in a door. She was about his age, taller than normal, and had short hair, almost the same hair cut as him. To his surprise, her hair was blue. Not the colour of blue that Folken's hair was but of all kinds of blues. From pale blue to a bright vibrent colour. From a silver to an almost black. And to match her unique hair were two bright blue eyes. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration at the fight, but even from across the stadium Dilandau could easily tell that they were blue.
Dilandau realized that he was staring at this girl. He quickly resumed watching the fight, slightly embaressed.
Why am I embaressed? I am the leader and commander of the Dragon Slayers he thought proudly I have the right to stare at anyone in the Zaibach empire I choose to.
He turned to look at the girl again, only to find an empty doorway. "Where did she go?" he quietly whispered to himself.
As the fighting continued, at the back of his mind his thoughts were directed to that girl. Why am I still thinking about her? But all of his efforts didn't help, he was still thinking about that girl, that pretty girl with blue hair and eyes to match.