Author's Notes: Ok, so this is chapter one. I kind of got writer's block for this one. I spent a long time of thinking the beginning for this chapter, let alone deleting -_- Anywayz, Kida is pronounced like this: Key- dah. Simple as that. Umm . . . yes I know Dilandau barely speaks, but he'll get more parts in the next one. Lol, plz REVIEW!

* Chapter 1 Indians And Soldiers

Kida was a young Indian girl who belonged to the Humming Bird tribe. She happened to be the daughter of the leader, and was quite opinionated. She always argued with her father's orders ever since the small war began with the Wolf tribe.

Her father, by the way was quite a grumpy man. Ever since the Wolf tribe killed his wife, he had revenge written all over his face. He barely spoke to anyone, and ocasionally he spoke to his daughter, Kida. Though that was quite rare.

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Months had passed since Kida's stepmother's death, and things were looking grimmer. More people of the Humming Birds disapeared, causing a panick over them. Kida, however was trying her best to keep the people of her tribe in a more calm position.

"Kida, come here!"

Kida looked over from her book to see one of her father's soldiers. This is obviously suspicious to Kida, for her father's personal soldiers never talked her to. She stood up and walked over to the tall man, who by the way was blushing madly. She just looked up at him as though he was a small child with food smothered all over his face. The man then noticed the expression on her face as he tried to hide the blushing.

Kida followed the young soldier towards her father's tent. This is very weird, she thought to herself. Her father never wanted to see her, which of course was abuse, but it didn't matter. Everyone understood why he didn't want to see, let alone talk with anyone. Kida walked into the tent to see her father looking over a few papers and such; he seemed like a white man to her. A business man. She shook the thought away from her head, and walked up to him.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. We will be having visitors shortly. That's why there are extra tents being put up. I want you to make sure they are as comfortable as possible. Tomorrow you will show one of them around the forests so they know it inside and out."

"Who are these people?" Kida wanted to know that more then having to do work.

"Dilandau Albatou and his Dragon Slayers. The Wolf Tribe has declaired war, and we will need as much help as possible."

"What!"

"After the Wolf Tribe killed your stepmother, they crossed the line. There will be no peace until this war is over. The Wolf Tribe has crossed the line, not with just us, but the other Tribes all over Gaea as well. Dilandau and his Dragon Slayers have agreed to help us if we provide food and shelter and a small fee which is quite payable."

"How could you do that? I've heard all about this man, and he's horrible! He lives to kill!"

"Exactly, so we have a lead on the Wolf Tribe."

"This is just a big game to you isn't it? People are going to die."

"I know. But you don't understand . . . people are already dead."

Kida could sense the sadness in his tone of voice. She heard the small crack in his voice, knowing that he was on the verge of tears. Kida had never seen a grown man cry before. And she never wanted to see one do so.

"I understand. I'm sorry."

"They'll be here soon."

"Should I stay here then?"

"If you want to."

Still, Kida could hear the sadness in his voice. He had lost his first wife during the birth of Kida. He cried then, though she was too young to see him let alone remember. A doctor could have saved her mother, though considering they were a different colour, a white doctor could care less. Meaning that her mother did not survive. As for her stepmother, she was kidnaped and murdered by the Wolf tribe.

After remembering all of the past, she sat down on the floor near the fire. This was going to be some war, she thought to herself.

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"Lord Dilandau, when do you think we'll get there?"

Dilandau turned his head to the side as he looked at one of his Dragon Slayers. Their travel had been fairly long, they practically came from the other side of Gaea, and this was unknown territory.

"I'm not sure. Why don't you ask the one who knows his way around here?" he growled.

"Sorry, Lord Dilandau."

"Excuse, Mr. Indian person . . . umm . . . are we there yet?" Chesta asked.

Dilandau looked at Chesta, thinking that he sounded like a little lost boy asking his father the famouse "are we there yet?" question. This annoyed Dilandau, landing a smack on the side of Chesta's face.

"See those tents . . . that's where we are heading. Our leader will be the first one to see you, Lord Dilandau."

"Alone?"

"Yes. He wants to discuss plans of attack with you. And only you. The Dragon Slayers can wait for your orders. Our leader has no control over them, but you do."

"I see."

"We are here."

As they entered the large camp, Dilandau couldn't help notice all of the tribe's people staring at them. He just smirked, enjoying the attention. As he and the rest of his Dragon Slayers got off of their horses, their guide brought them to the leader's tent. As they drew closer to it, Dilandau noticed a young girl pacing back and forth. She seemed angry and annoyed.

"My father isn't too happy. He's upset because you're late!" she whispered to the guide.

"I see. And . . . why exactly are you standing outside?"

"Because he asked me to wait for you. So which bastard is Dilandau?"

"Lord Dilandau, come," the guide ordered.

The silver haired one followed the guide and the young girl into the tent, as the rest of the Dragon Slayers were stuck waiting outside, however . . . some people seemed quite curious on why they were there.

As they stepped inside, Dilandau noticed that this tent was far different then what he had ever seen before. There were odd-looking statues and a fire burning in the middle of it. There were some blankets in the far corner, but nothing to sleep on. A man sat near the fire, meditating. Dilandau had no idea how to really re-act. Either these people were freaks or they were . . . freaks. So, there really was no other option.

"So, you must be the leader of the Humming Birds?" Dilandau asumed.

"Yes. Sit down, please."

Dilandau eyed the dirty ground. He wondered how these people could sleep on it. Even the great Dilandau Albatou could not sleep on the ground in such ways. He had to have some sort of a sleeping arrangment.

"I think I'll stand."

"As you wish. Before I tell everyone to leave, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Kida. She will be helping you with all of your needs, and tomorrow she will show you around the forests so you become familiar with it."

Dilandau looked over at the girl, she was not happy. Her eyes were full of hate . . . and Dilandau loved it. He could tell that she did not enjoy his company from the moment she looked at him. This is going to be fun, he thought to himself.

"Nice to meet you, Kida," he said, bowing slightly.

"Wish I could say the same . . ."

"You may go now Kida," her father ordered.

Kida shot Dilandau one more dirty look before she left her father's tent. Dilandau may have finally met his match . . .

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"So, you suggest we assasonate the Wolf Tribe leader, and it will all be done with?" Dilandau repeated.

"Yes. I want you to do so, my daughter will go with you, she knows her way around Gaea quite well. You must protect her at any costs though, whether I end up dead, or the Humming Bird tribe is destroyed. Protect her, Lord Dilandau."

"I'll do what I can. But I still find your plan almost impossible. By the time we get there, they would have surely moved their position."

"That's what you think, Lord Dilandau. They want you to think that they would move . . . they haven't thought it through. From an inside source, they plan on staying there for the next week."

"A week? It seems too risky for them."

"I know."

"Hmm . . . I'm still not sure about this."

"Discuss it with your Dragon Slayers at dinner tonight. Then, you may come back to me so we can speak further of this."

"You've equipted us with sleeping quarters?"

"Yes."

"Ok, lead me to them."

"Your Dragon Slayers are already in their rooms. Your personal tent has just been put up, I'm not sure if its completely ready yet."

"I don't care."

"Alright then. Aden, please direct Lord Dilandau to his sleeping quarters."

The one known as Aden bowed and started to walk out of the leader's room. Dilandau quickly followed after.

Once at the opening of his own tent, he noticed another figure in it. As he stepped inside, it was the leader's daughter, Kida. She stopped what she was doing and looked at him, as though he were some kind of demon.

"What are you doing here?" he growled.

"Getting your sheets ready," she answered.

Dilandau had nothing to say. He walked closer to her, not taking his eyes off of her. She was actually quite pretty. She had black hair, which came down just past her shoulders, however they were in two separate braids that hung over her shoulders. She wore normal clothing, which is for the Humming Bird Tribe. Her clothing was made from an animal, so that did not surprise him. She had boots like anyone else in a town or city, which did surprise him.

"Where did you get those shoes?"

"They were a gift."

"From who?"

"A friend."

"I doubt that. You stole them, didn't you?"

"How dare you make such an acusation! I did not steal them, and I would never even think of stealing!"

"Didn't mean to cause such a riot out of you . . ."

"You must think you're funny."

"No . . . I don't think I'm funny. I'm just crazy."

"I think we all know that."

"Smart one," he said sarcastically.

This made Kida mad. All she could really do was glare at him with all of her hate. This boy was supposed to save her tribe. This boy, the "crazy" one was supposed to help her father.

"Just because your supposidly going to save my father and his tribe, does not mean you will save me. I can fend for myself. I will not wait on you hand and foot, and I will not go along with your stupid jokes. You can make your bed yourself!"

With that, Kida shoved the blankets into his arms and stormed out of his tent. Dilandau smirked; he had won the first battle just by making one of his famous, sarcastic comments.

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Night had finally come. Dilandau and his Dragon Slayers had never seen the night so dark before. They were seperated from the actual tribe, so they could barely see the other large fire and some of the people around it. As his Dragon Slayers ate, he kept an eye on the Humming Birds. It seemed like the girls and the women were chanting something, for they were holding each other's hands as they sat in a circle around the fire. He spotted Kida standing outside of the circle, just watching and smiling at the others.

This was a little suspicious, so he walked up to her; sneaky as he was . . . she didn't hear him at all. However, she could sense him.

"What do you want?" she hissed.

"Heh."

"I'm serious . . . what do you want?"

"Nothing," he said slyly.

"Hard to believe. I expect you want to know what they're doing?" silence. "Thought so. They're just talking to the spirits. They do it often."

"Often? Well . . . exactly what do these spirits say?" Dilandau expected these people were even more crazy then he.

"They just ask them questions. That's all. It's easy to understand."

"Oh is it?"

"Listen."

They stood in silence for a few minutes. It was quite awkward for Dilandau; he didn't enjoy this chanting. In a way . . . it scared him. It brought back old memories. Not so much of memories . . . but more of dreams he had in his past. What broke this awkward silence, was Kida's giggling.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing.

"What's so funny?" practically shouted.

"The spirits say you will end up dead. Dead because of you're own stupidity. They told me to be there, because it will be quite a funny sight."

"That's not funny!"

"But it is, oh great one," she taunted.

Dilandau would have hit her, but he couldn't. Not only was she a woman, but she was the daughter of his employer. He couldn't risk this one. Besides, he'd better make a good impression on the leader. To hit his daughter wouldn't help a thing.