*Escaflowne, and the characters mentioned in this story do not belong to me. Alright, now that we've got that taken care of, let's move on to the story ^.^. (This was to be written by Dilandau when he lost his loyal friends, the Dragon Slayers).


This is the log of me, Dilandau Albatou. The violent monster. The one who knows not of peace, only of rage and hatred. The one who has an undieing thrist for blood and sorrow. This is what I have been called, since I was first born. But I was never born. I was simply created, to become a monster of the Zaibach Empire. But I'm about to take you back from the beginning of my existence. I am confident that I'll be able to change your assumptions about me.


My eyes shot open. I looked around, in sheer panic. I began screaming and raving, like some wild idiot. "Hold him down!" I heard someone shout. The straps on my arms and legs were tightened, and I could feel some sort of injections prick my skin. I was in a hospital or laboratory, tied down to a bed.

Hours later, I was awakened. "He's awake!" a female doctor called. "WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!" I exclaimed, wildly trying to free myself of the straps. More fluid was added to my blood stream, but this time I didn't pass out. Soon after, more doctors joined the young female's side. "What shall we call him?" one asked. A man with light green, spiked hair replied "Dilandau. Dilandau Albatou."

For a few moments, I was left alone. Suddenly, the green-haired man burst through the door. "WHERE AM I?!" I exclaimed, still strapped down. He smiled at me. It was very awkward. Here I was, fighting and screaming, and he was smiling. That got me pretty pissed off. "HOW CAN YOU SMILE WHEN I'M IN PAIN?! BASTARD!" I shouted, feeling my face and body burn. "Just calm down." he said, with a sort of coolness in his voice. I couldn't help but relax a little bit.

The young man leaned beside me, and carefully began to undo the straps. "Who are you?" I asked him. "My name is Folken." He replied, that smile still on his face. "And who am I?" I asked, feeling slightly stupid. "You're Dilandau Albatou. Soon to become a member of the Zaibach Empire." I raised an eyebrow. "How old am I?" "You are currently thirteen years old."

Suddenly, a girl about my age burst into the room. She looked at me, and smiled. "Folken, he's magnificent." She gasped. Folken nodded, "Yes, he is." For some odd reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of the girl. Folken looked at the girl, and then at me. "Dilandau, this is Lani. She will teach you the ways of Zaibach, until you are ready to become a soldier yourself."