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6 Years Later
Chapter 1
" Van, could I talk to you for a moment?" A lot of time had passed since Folken left the castle...and never came back. A cloud of darkness
passed over my face, but I dismissed it just as quickly.
" Sure." Van shrugged, and walked in my direction, leaving the strange girl Hitomi, who came from the Mystic Moon a couple weeks ago, still
praying for Allen Shezar to make it through the operation. I smiled softly at Van as he came within hearing range.
" As soon as the ship gets to Fried, I'm going to leave." Shock registered on Van's face.
" I know that Folken is still out there. I have to find him. You've taken excellent care of me, Van, and made me very happy, don't worry about
that, but I have to find him. Besides, I think you'll thank me in a few days." I grinned, recalling the numerous times that he saved Hitomi, even
showing his Draconian wings to save her life at a Drag-energist mine.
" What do you mean? You're my best friend, and the only family besides Merle that I have." I did a little half grin.
" Van, I've seen the way you look at Hitomi. You haven't realized it yet, but you do love her. I can sense it." I ruffled his hair as Van turned a
cherry red. I laughed, and turned around, looking out a window of the ship. We were almost at Freid. I then turned and went to pack my things.
Folken was sitting in his room at Zaibach, thinking about his past, and what he gave up to be part of this magnificent empire. He got up and
wandered over to his desk, opened up a drawer, and took out the most precious thing that he had ever possessed. A tiny pearl, disappearing in
the size of his hand, stirred memories half-forgotten. He sighed and put the pearl back in it's drawer. He knew that the girl who possessed the
necklace was probably married to some old geezer with 50 brats running around. He couldn't even remember what she looked like. His reverie
was interrupted as his door slid open and two of Zaibach's guards came in, struggling to keep hold of a young woman, probably around the
age of 21.
" Sir, we found her wandering around in the woods. She killed two of our men before we were able to catch her." Folken examined one of the
guard's faces. It had numerous slashes across it, probably made by a small dagger. She was a fighter. He sighed, walked behind the woman, and
hit her with his fist against the side of her head. She slid to the floor, unconscious.
" Take her to a cell. We'll question her in the morning." He dismissed the guards and turned to look out the window again. Trying to find the
girl with the necklace was hopeless. He sighed again, and sat down in his chair to think of things half forgotten.
" Ha hahah!" I was having the best dream in the world. I was at a ball having the best time of my life. One of the dancers started poking me.
" Stop it!" I sat upright, found the offending finger, which was attached to the hand, which was attached to the person that I threw against a
wall. I opened my eyes, and.…nothing. The room was completely dark. Which was extremely odd. I put my hand in front of my face to make
sure that I was actually awake. I couldn't see my hand. Even in the darkest of nights, you should always be able to see your hand. This was not
a good thing.
" What's all the commotion about?" A deep voice came into the room.
" What happened to him?" I laughed, explaining about the rude awakening.
" Where am I? Last thing I knew I was in a room...oh no, oh no, oh no....please tell me that this isn't Zaibach.
" Sorry to disappoint you miss..."
" Miaka." I figured I might as well lie, seeing as if I told them my real name they might question me about Van and the gang.
"Come to the gate. I want to get a look at the woman that killed two of my men single-handedly. And threw this guard against the wall." The
woman advanced hands in front of her, acting like she was walking in water.
" Come on, your eyes are open, can't you see enough to walk properly?" His patience was wearing thin.
The woman looked to the side and replied,
" No."
" You're blind? Then how did you manage to kill two of my men?"
" I could see then. I just woke up, and couldn't see anything. I think someone hit me on the side of my head too hard." Folken winced when she
said the last sentence.
" I'm sorry. I guess I did hit you too hard." She sighed.
" That's all right, I guess. It should come back. I hope," she added.
My world had been turned upside-down over night. I could no longer see, which was weird in itself, seeing as I was an immortal being.
" What do you want with me? I was just walking around! I didn't even know I was in Zaibach territory!" I was venting all my frustration and
anger on this stranger that I couldn't even see. I felt the door open, and a hand that felt metallic forcing my face up.
" I am a commander of the Dragon Slayers, under the order of Emperor Dornkirk. You will not speak to me in that manner, understand me?" I
slapped his hand away, then proceeded to kick his leg. Hard.
" I am more than you think, and have more power than you could ever imagine. YOU will not speak nor handle me in that way again!" To add
emphasis, I kicked his leg again. I guess my eyes could still show emotion, because he laughed wryly and replied,
" You, a woman of 21, have more power than I? Impossible. You're a fighter, and we could use a slave like you. If you promise not to escape,
that is. Of course, you will be punished for the kicks." I took a deep breath and let it out in a shaky sigh. Then, much to my despair, I fell to the
floor on my knees and began to cry.
Folken was at a loss at what to do with the woman that was sobbing at his feet. Despite the fact that she kicked him, and it was sure to leave a
bruise, he felt sorry for the child. All she really did was wander in the wrong place, if her story was correct. He sighed. It wasn't just the fact that
she was completely innocent. Something in her eyes as he forced her head up, some sort of emotion...it disturbed him. Even though he'd never
seen her in his entire life, something in those eyes was familiar. He shook his head. The lady was emotionally drained, that's all.
" Stop crying. It's embarrassing." He knew he was being hard on her, but it was the only way that he could think of to get that disturbing
feeling out of his gut. She sniffled, and stood up. " Well, if I'm so embarrassing, then why don't you just leave. I'll be fine on my own, thanks."
She whirled away and searched her way into her cell. She sat down on the cot and put her head in her hands and started to talk to herself.
" Now look what you've gotten yourself into, you stupid idiot." Folken rolled his eyes as he left the prison. He couldn't believe that a person
like her could get to him, after all that he'd done.