Okay well here's Chapter Two. I think that this is coming along nicely, I already have an idea for the ending. This story has to develop a bit more, but Dilandau has been changed to a little bit more laid back not quite so stressed and tweaky (I'd also like to say that it is the movie dragon slayers not the series) So yeah no death or hermaphrodites!! Well on with the show. Don't forget to R & R ^_^!!!!
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Dilandau walked in late to his Science class, gave the teacher Mr. Edwards his slip of paper and was sat next to a curly blonde haired girl named Hannah. She was supposed to be his partner for the next few weeks while they worked through chemistry. Dilandau drifted in to his own thought thinking of how the odd shaped glass vials reminded him of Folkens laboratory. He pulled himself back to class and listened for a bit about what the teacher was talking about. Mostly about safety. He was always talking about safety, the need for goggles, the need for complete caution at all times. Dilandau wasn't remotely interested until Mr. Edwards pulled out a Bunsen Burner. A wide smile spread across his face as he watched the flame flicker and dance. The colour of the flame changed and Dilandau had old memories of times when he would burn down Fanalia, the pathetic little place that Allen Schezar had the nerve to call a fortress and Fried. Of course there were many more but Dilandau's personal favorite was Fanalia. That little run down place, burning it had been a favor for them. When the teacher set the partners out to work with each other and figure out what their goal for the semester was, Dilandau took this as an opportunity to try and get some information out of Hannah. They went off into a corner of the room and Hannah immediately set off talking about what they should do when Dilandau put his hand out and signaled her to stop.
" Could you at least tell me something about yourself, before we set off in this class?"
Hannah then started to talk away and after a quarter of an hour he had found out that she was the ministers daughter ad that she had a very good and happy life, filled with cookies and cotton candy, teddy bears and puppies. Dilandau understood that she was popular and in such a tiny area must know the black haired girl. So he asked her, a look of thought took over her face and after about forty seconds the look changed to fear.
"Oh you don't want to get to know that girl. She's as crazy as the rest of her family. She's disgusting. I once heard that..." and Hannah was off again, talking so fast that Dilandau could only catch everyother word. By the end of the class he understood the reason for the way everyone had acted, except for his slayers. He also didn't believe a word of it.
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Jolie wandered aimlessly through the forest that was only a mile away from the school. She hated school and always ended up leaving. The teachers didn't care, they just blamed it on her mother or father. She sat beneath a willow that overlooked the pond. No one ever came in here, they were afraid of the bugs, the bugs never bothered Jolie, mabey they were frightened of her too. No one understood what it felt like to be Jolie, everyday she was strong and didn't show any sense of anything but here, where no one ever came she could be anything. Joile curled herself into a ball underneath the protective branches that swayed in the breeze and cried. Cried for all the love she had lost and all the hate she had gained. Her father was horrible but she loved him to much to leave him. The students at school had always been horrible to her. But her mother, her mother had been special. There was one thing that the people at school did have right, she was a witch. Or at least that was the easiest way to explain who she was. When she had been younger, she and her mother had gone into the forest all the times and fond herbs to put into teas and made little poppets but after her mother had died it all seemed like there was no reason for magic because magic had left with her mother. She never would use magic against any of the people at school "An ye harm none do as ye will" was a rule to live by. She hated the people at school. Jolie sat there beneath her tree and cried. Her cheeks were soaked with tears when she fianlly wiped them up and looked down into the pond. The few fish that lived in there were flitting across the lily littered surface. She always had this place to feel safe.
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Dilandau walked in late to his Science class, gave the teacher Mr. Edwards his slip of paper and was sat next to a curly blonde haired girl named Hannah. She was supposed to be his partner for the next few weeks while they worked through chemistry. Dilandau drifted in to his own thought thinking of how the odd shaped glass vials reminded him of Folkens laboratory. He pulled himself back to class and listened for a bit about what the teacher was talking about. Mostly about safety. He was always talking about safety, the need for goggles, the need for complete caution at all times. Dilandau wasn't remotely interested until Mr. Edwards pulled out a Bunsen Burner. A wide smile spread across his face as he watched the flame flicker and dance. The colour of the flame changed and Dilandau had old memories of times when he would burn down Fanalia, the pathetic little place that Allen Schezar had the nerve to call a fortress and Fried. Of course there were many more but Dilandau's personal favorite was Fanalia. That little run down place, burning it had been a favor for them. When the teacher set the partners out to work with each other and figure out what their goal for the semester was, Dilandau took this as an opportunity to try and get some information out of Hannah. They went off into a corner of the room and Hannah immediately set off talking about what they should do when Dilandau put his hand out and signaled her to stop.
" Could you at least tell me something about yourself, before we set off in this class?"
Hannah then started to talk away and after a quarter of an hour he had found out that she was the ministers daughter ad that she had a very good and happy life, filled with cookies and cotton candy, teddy bears and puppies. Dilandau understood that she was popular and in such a tiny area must know the black haired girl. So he asked her, a look of thought took over her face and after about forty seconds the look changed to fear.
"Oh you don't want to get to know that girl. She's as crazy as the rest of her family. She's disgusting. I once heard that..." and Hannah was off again, talking so fast that Dilandau could only catch everyother word. By the end of the class he understood the reason for the way everyone had acted, except for his slayers. He also didn't believe a word of it.
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Jolie wandered aimlessly through the forest that was only a mile away from the school. She hated school and always ended up leaving. The teachers didn't care, they just blamed it on her mother or father. She sat beneath a willow that overlooked the pond. No one ever came in here, they were afraid of the bugs, the bugs never bothered Jolie, mabey they were frightened of her too. No one understood what it felt like to be Jolie, everyday she was strong and didn't show any sense of anything but here, where no one ever came she could be anything. Joile curled herself into a ball underneath the protective branches that swayed in the breeze and cried. Cried for all the love she had lost and all the hate she had gained. Her father was horrible but she loved him to much to leave him. The students at school had always been horrible to her. But her mother, her mother had been special. There was one thing that the people at school did have right, she was a witch. Or at least that was the easiest way to explain who she was. When she had been younger, she and her mother had gone into the forest all the times and fond herbs to put into teas and made little poppets but after her mother had died it all seemed like there was no reason for magic because magic had left with her mother. She never would use magic against any of the people at school "An ye harm none do as ye will" was a rule to live by. She hated the people at school. Jolie sat there beneath her tree and cried. Her cheeks were soaked with tears when she fianlly wiped them up and looked down into the pond. The few fish that lived in there were flitting across the lily littered surface. She always had this place to feel safe.
