Hello minna! Please, tell me what you think of this story! I know,
Dilandau looks like a softy, but keep in mind he has killed for a long
time, and that this is a little AU, and OOC
Chapter 2 : Training day
Ombre was shown the whole camp. Dalet showed her the kitchens, the living quarters, the dormitories, the training rooms and arena, and the guymelefs' docking bay. Dalet talked a lot to her, but she didn't really talked back. She laughed at his jokes, marvelled at what she saw, got interested when he talked about his family, but she never answered his questions concerning her past and present. She just kept silent.
At dinner, she met the other slayers. They talked about their life, training and other small stuff. Miguel and Chesta started making fun of Guimel's hair, who replied Dalet looked like a girl, making everyone laugh. Ombre quickly associated with the guys, even if she didn't really talked back. Dilandau didn't eat with them, having a meeting with the royal family concerning their allies' security and protection.
After dinner, the Dragon slayers had spare time, so they all went their ways to have fun or to sleep a little. Ombre retreated to her room, a small piece that used to hide boxes and other stuff. She took her luggage and searched through it. It really didn't take much time to find what she was looking for, cause she didn't have a lot of things. She took an old leather bound book in her hands. Sitting on her bed, she read for a couple of hours, then went to sleep, knowing tomorrow will be hard on her.
~*~*~*~
Today was her first day of training. The slayers will all have to face her in combat, and finally, it will be Dilandau's turn. The first one that would beat her will become her trainer for a week. The challenge will continue until she would match Dilandau's swordmanship.*
Ombre took her sword, the one she came with. She would have to face Guimel first. They entered the arena and went in the middle. The other slayers were on one side, along with Dilandau. Guimel drew his sword, waiting for her. She slowly drew hers, making the blade sing along the scabbard. The hilt was fire red, and the blade had a bluish hue in it. She smiled as she felt the familiar weight in her hand.
Guimel raced to her, charging at full force. Ombre grinned and didn't move. Just as Guimel was in her range, she jumped in the air, going above him. She landed behind him and placed her sword against the back of his neck.
"I win. You die."
Guimel's sword let a small thud as it fell to the ground. From their seats, the slayers were dumbfounded. Ombre was amazing. Dilandau asked Miguel to go fight her.
"But Dilandau-sama, it's Chesta that should go. I'm way above Guimel in the list."
"I know that full well. You've seen her, go fight her. I want to know how good she really is."
With these words, Miguel walked toward Ombre, who was shaking Guimel's hand. He stood in front of her, drawing his sword to show her he'll be the next challenger. Guimel raced to the side to sit with the others.
Miguel circled Ombre, waiting for her to make the first move. And first move she made. She charged at him, her sword in front of her. Miguel smiled because that manoeuvre was pretty basic, but he kept his guard up, not really knowing what she would do. Ombre charged at him, full force, and slice the air. Miguel's sword clashed against hers, sending little sparks in the air. He then replied with a nice swing aimed for her legs, that she avoided by jumping above him. He waited for her to land to swing his sword at her, but she seemed to have anticipated his move. She back flipped for about twenty feet, than stood up. Miguel then charged at her. Ombre smiled mischievously, for she was about to show all these men what she could do.
When Miguel was ten feet from her, she took her sword and circled it in front of her. Water appeared around her, creating a bubble-shaped shield. Miguel slashed it, only to see he couldn't do anything.
All the Dragon slayers' mouths were on the floor, amazed by the last trick she pulled. Dilandau got up and applauded her. He was soon followed by the rest f the male population. Seeing Dilandau so impressed, Ombre walked through the shield, making it disappear. She walked to Dilandau and sheathed her sword.
"So, have I done enough Dilandau-sama?"
"You've done great. Tell me, where have you learned all of this.?"
Ombre's face turned suddenly sad, her bangs falling in her face. Dilandau saw that and felt bad for asking the question. However, Ombre answered her commander's question.
"My foster family taught me. I was raised by a blacksmith who taught me everything about swords, from making them to using them. His wife practised white magic, so she taught me how to use the elements of nature."
Dilandau was really surprised, for he never really thought there still was people practising the old magical beliefs. The slayers, on the other hands, were all happy to see she was so good in fighting, because it meant they wouldn't have to teach her all the basic movements. Miguel shook Ombre's hand, a large smile creeping on his face.
"Ombre, you're great. I'm happy Folken-sama ordered you to become one of us."
"Miguel, Dilandau-sama has to choose if he wants me in his team."
Dilandau wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying. He was still amazed by Ombre's talents. However, is attention snapped back to its place when he heard his name.
"Ombre, I need to talk to you, alone."
"Yes Dilandau-sama."
They retreated at the other side of the arena, leaving the Dragon slayers alone. Chesta smiled, and he rapidly started to laugh. The others all looked at him as if he was crazy, for laughing wasn't something they did when they were in training, or when Dilandau was near.
"My god, has any of you saw the look on Dilandau-sama's face whenever he looks at Ombre? I think our general has a thing for this girl!"
The other slayers looked at him, then where Dilandau and Ombre were. Slowly, a low chuckle was heard from Gatti, followed by the loud laughter of Dalet. Soon, they were all laughing, making their way to the kitchen, for it was almost lunch time.
Ombre was still looking sad, and Dilandau was becoming very nervous. 'Why am I so nervous to talk to her? It's not like I love her or anything…' Dilandau stooped, and gestured Ombre to sit down on a bench. He sat beside her and looked intensely at her. Ombre looked back at him, her nut brown eyes filled with sadness.
"Ombre, what's the matter? I know you're sad about something."
"It's nothing Dilandau-sama, I'm ..I'm sorry, I can't talk to you right now."
"When? Please, I have to know!"
"Meet me here at midnight Dilandau-sama."
With that she left the general, leaving him alone on the bench. Dilandau was relieved to know she would talk to him. He wanted so much to know just who she was and why she was always so sad. He couldn't wait for tonight. His stomach let out a growl, reminding Dilandau lunch was been eaten by the Dragon slayers. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts of Ombre, and made his way to the kitchen.
Chapter 2 : Training day
Ombre was shown the whole camp. Dalet showed her the kitchens, the living quarters, the dormitories, the training rooms and arena, and the guymelefs' docking bay. Dalet talked a lot to her, but she didn't really talked back. She laughed at his jokes, marvelled at what she saw, got interested when he talked about his family, but she never answered his questions concerning her past and present. She just kept silent.
At dinner, she met the other slayers. They talked about their life, training and other small stuff. Miguel and Chesta started making fun of Guimel's hair, who replied Dalet looked like a girl, making everyone laugh. Ombre quickly associated with the guys, even if she didn't really talked back. Dilandau didn't eat with them, having a meeting with the royal family concerning their allies' security and protection.
After dinner, the Dragon slayers had spare time, so they all went their ways to have fun or to sleep a little. Ombre retreated to her room, a small piece that used to hide boxes and other stuff. She took her luggage and searched through it. It really didn't take much time to find what she was looking for, cause she didn't have a lot of things. She took an old leather bound book in her hands. Sitting on her bed, she read for a couple of hours, then went to sleep, knowing tomorrow will be hard on her.
~*~*~*~
Today was her first day of training. The slayers will all have to face her in combat, and finally, it will be Dilandau's turn. The first one that would beat her will become her trainer for a week. The challenge will continue until she would match Dilandau's swordmanship.*
Ombre took her sword, the one she came with. She would have to face Guimel first. They entered the arena and went in the middle. The other slayers were on one side, along with Dilandau. Guimel drew his sword, waiting for her. She slowly drew hers, making the blade sing along the scabbard. The hilt was fire red, and the blade had a bluish hue in it. She smiled as she felt the familiar weight in her hand.
Guimel raced to her, charging at full force. Ombre grinned and didn't move. Just as Guimel was in her range, she jumped in the air, going above him. She landed behind him and placed her sword against the back of his neck.
"I win. You die."
Guimel's sword let a small thud as it fell to the ground. From their seats, the slayers were dumbfounded. Ombre was amazing. Dilandau asked Miguel to go fight her.
"But Dilandau-sama, it's Chesta that should go. I'm way above Guimel in the list."
"I know that full well. You've seen her, go fight her. I want to know how good she really is."
With these words, Miguel walked toward Ombre, who was shaking Guimel's hand. He stood in front of her, drawing his sword to show her he'll be the next challenger. Guimel raced to the side to sit with the others.
Miguel circled Ombre, waiting for her to make the first move. And first move she made. She charged at him, her sword in front of her. Miguel smiled because that manoeuvre was pretty basic, but he kept his guard up, not really knowing what she would do. Ombre charged at him, full force, and slice the air. Miguel's sword clashed against hers, sending little sparks in the air. He then replied with a nice swing aimed for her legs, that she avoided by jumping above him. He waited for her to land to swing his sword at her, but she seemed to have anticipated his move. She back flipped for about twenty feet, than stood up. Miguel then charged at her. Ombre smiled mischievously, for she was about to show all these men what she could do.
When Miguel was ten feet from her, she took her sword and circled it in front of her. Water appeared around her, creating a bubble-shaped shield. Miguel slashed it, only to see he couldn't do anything.
All the Dragon slayers' mouths were on the floor, amazed by the last trick she pulled. Dilandau got up and applauded her. He was soon followed by the rest f the male population. Seeing Dilandau so impressed, Ombre walked through the shield, making it disappear. She walked to Dilandau and sheathed her sword.
"So, have I done enough Dilandau-sama?"
"You've done great. Tell me, where have you learned all of this.?"
Ombre's face turned suddenly sad, her bangs falling in her face. Dilandau saw that and felt bad for asking the question. However, Ombre answered her commander's question.
"My foster family taught me. I was raised by a blacksmith who taught me everything about swords, from making them to using them. His wife practised white magic, so she taught me how to use the elements of nature."
Dilandau was really surprised, for he never really thought there still was people practising the old magical beliefs. The slayers, on the other hands, were all happy to see she was so good in fighting, because it meant they wouldn't have to teach her all the basic movements. Miguel shook Ombre's hand, a large smile creeping on his face.
"Ombre, you're great. I'm happy Folken-sama ordered you to become one of us."
"Miguel, Dilandau-sama has to choose if he wants me in his team."
Dilandau wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying. He was still amazed by Ombre's talents. However, is attention snapped back to its place when he heard his name.
"Ombre, I need to talk to you, alone."
"Yes Dilandau-sama."
They retreated at the other side of the arena, leaving the Dragon slayers alone. Chesta smiled, and he rapidly started to laugh. The others all looked at him as if he was crazy, for laughing wasn't something they did when they were in training, or when Dilandau was near.
"My god, has any of you saw the look on Dilandau-sama's face whenever he looks at Ombre? I think our general has a thing for this girl!"
The other slayers looked at him, then where Dilandau and Ombre were. Slowly, a low chuckle was heard from Gatti, followed by the loud laughter of Dalet. Soon, they were all laughing, making their way to the kitchen, for it was almost lunch time.
Ombre was still looking sad, and Dilandau was becoming very nervous. 'Why am I so nervous to talk to her? It's not like I love her or anything…' Dilandau stooped, and gestured Ombre to sit down on a bench. He sat beside her and looked intensely at her. Ombre looked back at him, her nut brown eyes filled with sadness.
"Ombre, what's the matter? I know you're sad about something."
"It's nothing Dilandau-sama, I'm ..I'm sorry, I can't talk to you right now."
"When? Please, I have to know!"
"Meet me here at midnight Dilandau-sama."
With that she left the general, leaving him alone on the bench. Dilandau was relieved to know she would talk to him. He wanted so much to know just who she was and why she was always so sad. He couldn't wait for tonight. His stomach let out a growl, reminding Dilandau lunch was been eaten by the Dragon slayers. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts of Ombre, and made his way to the kitchen.
