A/N: sorry for taking so long. I just had some lack of initiative…a.k.a. no reviews. I wonder if anyone else is reading this. Oh well, I'll keep writing it for the four people who read it if they really want me to. But keep on reviewing or no more!!!
Wish
Chapter fourteen: Sand
Dornkirk calls a meeting with Dilandau and Folken.
"Tell me why she should stay." The huge pixilated face boomed in the round hall. Folken and Dilandau had been debating with each other all day. It had been three weeks since she had gotten hurt, and from her current injuries, unless the sorcerers performed a miracle, it would take another four to heal her enough to fight. The attack on Palas was to happen the next day, and keeping her too long had been deemed a waste of resources. Oddly, the sorcerers had thought she was a 'necessary element' for some reason, and that she should stay.
Now they had to tell Dornkirk their conclusion.
"Sir, one of the main setbacks as to having her as a soldier is that she is not trained guymelef flight, our main source of offense. She will take up to four weeks to heal, and she failed her last mission." Dornkirk nodded, taking this all into account.
Dilandau shifted uneasily beside him, how could he be so against her if he supposedly was in love with her?
"She has tremendous fighting skills and she is recovering quickly. If Zaibach hadn't been so careless with its prisoners…" Dornkirk interrupted him, asking him to explain the last statement.
"Who gave the order to release the hostage." After a short pause, Folken admitted.
"I did sir." The tension was building. "Sir, I had no idea the repercussions." He defended himself.
"Understood. Give her the four weeks. She may be useful to us near the end." Dilandau was puzzled at this last remark but Folken nodded and dismissed them.
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Dilandau and Folken were walking down the hall, it had only been twenty four hours since Colubra/Sara had been released from the sorcerers. The results of the emergency 'medical assistance' they had agreed to had stayed classified and they had both agreed to see her together. While they were passing by the training arena, Dilandau noticed the large crowd of slayers and fighters alike huddled around an area of the large room. He turned to Folken and he nodded in agreement, they wondered what the commotion was about and they were going to find out. Folken stayed near the back, but soon the two superiors' presence was noticed. The crowd stopped its whispering and stood back, clearing a path for Dilandau to pass. The young boy looked through to a figure at the far wall, savagely attacking a leather punching bag. He recognized the long brown hair immediately. "Colubra…" he whispered.
"Chesta." He said to the boy on his right. "What's going on?" He remembered the prognosis for four more weeks of recovery. Had the sorcerers really performed such a miracle? He studied her athletic figure, never letting his eyes wonder from her body.
"Sir, she was found here about half an hour ago and hasn't stopped beating that bad since. We don't know when she started, but when we came in it was around four hits per second and has slowed to two. I've never seen anyone go for so long and so fast before." Then when Chesta felt a little more comfortable, "You should see her sweat!" Dilandau shot a disapproving glance to the boy and he fell silent. Dilandau then advanced toward her.
Her arms were punching, blocking, and attacking the bag furiously. Occasionally she'd knee it or do a round house kick to stop it from swaying. Her shirt was drenched near the neck from sweat and her hair stuck to her forehead and face. She panted heavily as she continued to attack the sand filled leather bag. Her wrists had begun to hurt and she knew her lower arms and hands would be bruised a dark purple once she finished. But her urge to fight, to attack - her adrenaline had to be sufficed somehow. She executed every fighting combination she knew over and over again, getting a rush from the pain in her knuckles and wrists. Her whole body had started to ache as her tense muscles repeatedly slammed the bag. What worried Sara was the thought that ran through Colubra's head of Van Fanel every time her fist connected with the tough leather.
Dilandau approached her confidently yet cautiously from behind. Getting this close to her in this state was like getting between a mother bear and her cubs. This excited him, making his blood run hot for the girl who now radiated power that she had seemed to had lost over the past weeks in bed. He stopped a few feet behind her, the sound of the pounding the only thing heard in the small arena.
"Colubra." He said. She stopped, her arm raised to strike. She relaxed, letting her arms drop to her side. She took a deep breath to compose herself before she turned. Even in this condition, he thought, she is still beautiful. Her flushed face and dark hair damp, her pink, parted lips…she cocked her head at his dazed look.
"What?" She asked annoyed. Breathing deeply to catch her breath. Dilandau shook his head to compose himself, getting a critical eye from the girl.
"You should be resting?" He said lamely. Then added. "Will you be able to fight?" Motioning to her side. She smiled.
"What do you think?" She asked, twisting her neck to the side to crack it. "I'm all healed." She lifted the corner of her shirt to show her flawless stomach, only a faint white scar to show. Dilandau diverted his eyes a little late, but Folken noticed that some of the younger men stared blatantly at her stomach, more toned than many of them there. She lowered her shirt when she noticed his look of embarrassment. "Fine. Now if you'll excuse me?" Dilandau nodded and she turned back to the mutilated bag. Dilandau joining Folken at the door then leaving to go their separate ways.
Colubra sent the fatigue of fighting to Sara, feeling refreshed and energetic. The sorcerers had made this possible when they had done surgery to her stomach, and of course, Sara hated it. She suffered the pain, while Colubra felt nothing, just controlling the body. Sara knew that this was the only reason why the sorcerers fought to keep her on Zaibach's side. She was the ultimate fighting machine. She could be stabbed with a sword and still fight with all her energy until eventually she bled to death. No wonder that in the oath of a Zaibach soldier it stated,
To fight alongside our comrades,
Forever with all our might,
We will die for Zaibach on the battlefield,
Not wasting an ounce of our life,
Colubra would die for Zaibach, and bring Sara with her.
Colubra struck the bag with all her might, no feeling of pain or fatigue whatsoever, but a slow ripping sound stopped her. The stitches of the bag shot out, sending the sand to spill out and pile at her feet. She laughed. "Even the bag fears me." Then cackled away back to her room as a few of the dragonslayers left looked on with concern.
* * *
That night she was visited by Dilandau again. She had called him, at least she had wanted him to come, and of course, he showed up. The breaking of the sand bag had somehow been relayed to Dilandau and he showed up with a bizarre present.
"I'm glad you came." She said, her knees tucked up to her chin and her arms around her legs. Dilandau sat at the edge of her bed, smiling at the compliment. The dim light in the room was comforting to Colubra, she would have preferred the dark, but it was deemed too presumptuous by Sara to have a boy in your room in the dark. Plus Colubra figured Dilandau might feel uncomfortable.
Dilandau pulled a brown package from behind his back. It was tied with twine and obviously wrapped by a man. Colubra smiled. "Is this for me?" He nodded, anxious and nervous, but she flashed him a devious smile, which seemed to calm him. She untied the knot with feminine perfection and unwrapped the present carefully, since it was heavy and seemed delicate. She was right. A beautiful hourglass shone in her hands, the glass flawless and perfectly rounded. The sand was a light beige colour and she subconsciously turned it in her hands to watch it flow. The carving that contained the glass was what interested her the most, it was dark pewter, which was, along with the glass and sand, what made it so heavy. It seemed like four dragons, two on each side, encompassed the figure eight of glass, immaculately detailed and even their scales were pointed and sharp. The two dragons on top were intertwined and the three-dimensional bodies where carved with much attention to reality. These dragons didn't look like the storybook dragons of Earth, the only conclusion Colubra and Sara could come to was that these were what dragons looked like on Gaea.
Entranced in it's detail and the sand running through - counting the minutes away meticulously, Colubra didn't notice Dilandau move closer to her, so that he watched her face from only a short distance away, sitting beside her. He noticed her eyes dart from the black dragons to the off-white sand and back again, here mouth parted in that curious look she often wore. Finally she remembered his presence and turned surprised to see him so close and stopped mid sentence.
"It's beautiful, no one's ever done something like this for me – " He was still watching her.
"Hopefully now you won't have to destroy our equipment to have your fill of sand." She smiled at his attempt at humour. Colubra loved Dilandau, Sara loved Folken. Was it love? Or was it lust? Very aware that their faces were getting closer. Colubra smiled, blocking out Sara's mind as she lifted her hand to his face and drew herself towards him, placing her lips gently but forcefully on his. Dilandau could barely hold back a smile as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, returning the kiss.
They made out, first and second base covered. Running to third when none other than good ol' Chesta knocks on the door. {if you would like to insert a little description here better than mine, feel free, since I am completely and totally without experience in the field, I wouldn't do it justice}
Dilandau drew back first. "We can't let him catch us." She smiled knowingly and pushed him off the bed, carefully placing the hourglass on her bedside table before going to the door. Dilandau hid in her bathroom.
"What? What is it?" She asked smoothing her hair and clothes when she opened her door and saw the exasperated teen.
"We just got the orders, attacking Palas tonight!"
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TA DA! Short, but sweet. Anyhoo, I dunno what to do next. Definitely a fight in Palas. But what else? Help me out here, I'm open for suggestions.
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