Chapter 3
Asturia
Celena watched the clouds roll by as her brother talked to her about their father. He had left them one night, Celena was fixated on the fact that he would come back to them and she would get presents.
Allen went on about things. Celena had surprisingly figured out a way to block him out. He lectured her too much. And only being five years older than her. She went on picking flowers. The ones her mother said it was ok to pick. She wouldn't dare to pick her mother's roses or azaleas. Though they were pretty they were not to be picked, smelt yes not picked or hurt.
Celena didn't say a word to her brother as she got up and handed him some flowers. She smiled and ran off.
"Celena…" He said smiling. But then she disappeared from his view. "Celena?!" He started to yell for his sister. He looked around ecstatically. No sign.
Encia, who had been outside, heard Allen's yells for his sister. She got up and started running to him.
"Allen what is wrong?!" She said.
Allen was in tears. "Celena, I was talking to her and… and… she was gone." He dropped the flowers to the ground.
Young Dilandau, now six, was watching his mother as she was putting away some food. He rubbed his nose and cocked his head to the side.
"Mommy, daddy told me not to tell you but he wants me to be a soldier. What is that anyway?" His voice had this cocky sound to it. In which his mother hated it but she knew he would soon grow out of it.
"A soldier is someone who kills other people in war. War is where people cant settle their differences and wish to kill others that aren't like them." She said putting away some cinnamon.
"Like what kind of differences. Do you mean like when you and daddy get into fights and you fight because you are a girl and he is a boy."
"Sorta like that but I never thought of it as that way. No relationship works unless you have an argument. But when I speak of differences I mean the way they do things. Or what people look like."
"Do you mean the hybrid-people?" Dilandau asked.
"We do not call them that Dilandau. We call them people. You listen to much to your father. But yes that is a good example. And Halflings, we don't call people that either. Just because someone is half of something and half of another doesn't mean that they are bad. Just different."
"War is bad. So is killing?" He asked her.
"Killing is very bad. Unless you are saving something else in the process. Like a damsel in distress, being held captive by a dragon. The brave Knight of Calie will come and save her. I want you not to be a soldier of war but, a Knight."
"Knights of Calie are only in Asturia right?" He said.
"Yes, but you will travel to Asturia when you become old enough and then become a Knight of the heavens. I want you to leave Zaibach; this is only a country with blood-stained hands. You deserve better than that. But you will become strong and wealthy. You are already handsome and unique. But, you do need to change that voice of yours. It will scare away all the pretty girls." This made Dilandau blush.
"I think his voice is fine." Said someone.
"Sebastian, how long have you been there?" Chandra asked turning to her husband.
"He won't be a soldier, but a General. My son is too good for being a soldier."
"A general commands the soldier to kill Dilandau please leave to your room while I have a talk with your father who seems to act much younger than you." She said smiling not taking her eyes off her husband.*
"Chandra, I signed him up to be a General. He will be trained and then they choose who will lead and who will follow. He is expected to lead." Sebastian explained.
Chandra hit him across the face. "I have no idea what you are getting yourself into but I don't like it one bit and well I disagree with you."
"Chandra it is for his own good. He will be leaving in two months. Discussion ends here." She couldn't believe the words that came from his mouth. Two months. He was only six.
^
Young Dilandau heard the whole conversation. He was leaving. He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to kill. Yeah he killed little lizards pretending they were dragons but that was it.
Miguel watched the numbers whiz through his brain. His father stood at a board and scraped the chalk against it many times. They were in a base camp and his father worked out strategies for the generals. The mathematician wouldn't stop babbling on about how Dornkirk's machine worked. And how he didn't get it.
"Dad."
"X to the second squared times… that's not right. X plus the slope of… aw damn what is it? Son, what do you need."
"Normal dads usually play with their sons, not teach them, wait, try to teach them algebra." Miguel said. "and also. Use parabola, y equals ax squared plus bx plus c, it might help you."
"Thank you Miguel, quick f(x)= 5x-9 the domain is 3.
"Six, dad don't you get a word I am saying?"
"What were you talking about son?" His father asked.
"Nothing. Mom would play with me." Miguel said walking out of the tent.
"Miguel, may I have a word with you." His father said after him.
For a second Miguel's heart rose but then fell when he knew a lecture about his mother, and talking about her wouldn't settle disputes about anything.
"What?" Miguel asked
"Miguel, son in a few short years you will be going to be serving in the Zaibach army. I have talked to General Adelphos and well he is going to take the son of Sebastian Albaltou, have him trained into a general and then he will lead a group of boys for future battles called the Dragonslayers. It seems that Emperor Dornkirk consents to this. But that will be when you are eleven or twelve. In seven years. So whatcha think. You will most definitely blow them away with your knowledge that you will know when you get there. So you will be accepted most likely."
Miguel didn't like the sentence before the last. He was five years old and knew advanced algebra, before he could even spell. Some of the Generals had always mentioned "That boy will definitely bring victory to any general he is put under." He hated being smart. He wanted someone to play with and be around.
Viole sat at a table. His chair was pushed in slightly by his mother. His short black hair was ruffled as she put her hand through it. His mother was the most beautiful woman he had ever known. She had long black hair that went down to her knees. She wasn't thin and tiny like the women you would think of but she was shaped like and hour glass. She was a woman of Freid. Her features showed it. They didn't live in the major city's but in a manor in the country near Fortuna. She hid her son away from their preists. She didn't want her son doing those things they did with shaving their heads and shutting themselves away from the world. Viole was her son.
"Viole darling how was your day?"
"Fine. You are acting to nicely mother what do you want me to do."
"You must have some psychic power Viole. I was just wondering about marriage for you. We must find you a wife before your thirteenth birthday." She said.
"I don't want one." He said.
"Viole, now son you must have a heir to carry on the family name. God forbid your father couldn't."
Viole's father had a mistress. The mistress had a husband, the husband killed Viole's father right at his own birth. The man came in during his mother's labor and beheaded him. Viole almost didn't live. His mother was in shock.
Viole understood that his mother hated his father. But that was the past. He didn't want to marry. He didn't want the same thing happening to him what happened to his father.
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Well that is the end of that chapter. So how did you like? I feel like I am missing someone but I don't know maybe it will come up. If you know tell me ok? Well Celena is missing, Dilly gets to play general, Miguel is having father problems (all I have to say is that my math teacher would love him), Viole is having marriage probs.
*can you see where Dilly gets his meanness? It's heredity I tell ya.
****= new place same time unless I say so
^= another room
just trying to clear that up for ya! R/R if you truly like this story. I have to have some credit ya know!
Oh yeah thanks Mysticmoon for reviewing the first chapter and second.
Asturia
Celena watched the clouds roll by as her brother talked to her about their father. He had left them one night, Celena was fixated on the fact that he would come back to them and she would get presents.
Allen went on about things. Celena had surprisingly figured out a way to block him out. He lectured her too much. And only being five years older than her. She went on picking flowers. The ones her mother said it was ok to pick. She wouldn't dare to pick her mother's roses or azaleas. Though they were pretty they were not to be picked, smelt yes not picked or hurt.
Celena didn't say a word to her brother as she got up and handed him some flowers. She smiled and ran off.
"Celena…" He said smiling. But then she disappeared from his view. "Celena?!" He started to yell for his sister. He looked around ecstatically. No sign.
Encia, who had been outside, heard Allen's yells for his sister. She got up and started running to him.
"Allen what is wrong?!" She said.
Allen was in tears. "Celena, I was talking to her and… and… she was gone." He dropped the flowers to the ground.
Young Dilandau, now six, was watching his mother as she was putting away some food. He rubbed his nose and cocked his head to the side.
"Mommy, daddy told me not to tell you but he wants me to be a soldier. What is that anyway?" His voice had this cocky sound to it. In which his mother hated it but she knew he would soon grow out of it.
"A soldier is someone who kills other people in war. War is where people cant settle their differences and wish to kill others that aren't like them." She said putting away some cinnamon.
"Like what kind of differences. Do you mean like when you and daddy get into fights and you fight because you are a girl and he is a boy."
"Sorta like that but I never thought of it as that way. No relationship works unless you have an argument. But when I speak of differences I mean the way they do things. Or what people look like."
"Do you mean the hybrid-people?" Dilandau asked.
"We do not call them that Dilandau. We call them people. You listen to much to your father. But yes that is a good example. And Halflings, we don't call people that either. Just because someone is half of something and half of another doesn't mean that they are bad. Just different."
"War is bad. So is killing?" He asked her.
"Killing is very bad. Unless you are saving something else in the process. Like a damsel in distress, being held captive by a dragon. The brave Knight of Calie will come and save her. I want you not to be a soldier of war but, a Knight."
"Knights of Calie are only in Asturia right?" He said.
"Yes, but you will travel to Asturia when you become old enough and then become a Knight of the heavens. I want you to leave Zaibach; this is only a country with blood-stained hands. You deserve better than that. But you will become strong and wealthy. You are already handsome and unique. But, you do need to change that voice of yours. It will scare away all the pretty girls." This made Dilandau blush.
"I think his voice is fine." Said someone.
"Sebastian, how long have you been there?" Chandra asked turning to her husband.
"He won't be a soldier, but a General. My son is too good for being a soldier."
"A general commands the soldier to kill Dilandau please leave to your room while I have a talk with your father who seems to act much younger than you." She said smiling not taking her eyes off her husband.*
"Chandra, I signed him up to be a General. He will be trained and then they choose who will lead and who will follow. He is expected to lead." Sebastian explained.
Chandra hit him across the face. "I have no idea what you are getting yourself into but I don't like it one bit and well I disagree with you."
"Chandra it is for his own good. He will be leaving in two months. Discussion ends here." She couldn't believe the words that came from his mouth. Two months. He was only six.
^
Young Dilandau heard the whole conversation. He was leaving. He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to kill. Yeah he killed little lizards pretending they were dragons but that was it.
Miguel watched the numbers whiz through his brain. His father stood at a board and scraped the chalk against it many times. They were in a base camp and his father worked out strategies for the generals. The mathematician wouldn't stop babbling on about how Dornkirk's machine worked. And how he didn't get it.
"Dad."
"X to the second squared times… that's not right. X plus the slope of… aw damn what is it? Son, what do you need."
"Normal dads usually play with their sons, not teach them, wait, try to teach them algebra." Miguel said. "and also. Use parabola, y equals ax squared plus bx plus c, it might help you."
"Thank you Miguel, quick f(x)= 5x-9 the domain is 3.
"Six, dad don't you get a word I am saying?"
"What were you talking about son?" His father asked.
"Nothing. Mom would play with me." Miguel said walking out of the tent.
"Miguel, may I have a word with you." His father said after him.
For a second Miguel's heart rose but then fell when he knew a lecture about his mother, and talking about her wouldn't settle disputes about anything.
"What?" Miguel asked
"Miguel, son in a few short years you will be going to be serving in the Zaibach army. I have talked to General Adelphos and well he is going to take the son of Sebastian Albaltou, have him trained into a general and then he will lead a group of boys for future battles called the Dragonslayers. It seems that Emperor Dornkirk consents to this. But that will be when you are eleven or twelve. In seven years. So whatcha think. You will most definitely blow them away with your knowledge that you will know when you get there. So you will be accepted most likely."
Miguel didn't like the sentence before the last. He was five years old and knew advanced algebra, before he could even spell. Some of the Generals had always mentioned "That boy will definitely bring victory to any general he is put under." He hated being smart. He wanted someone to play with and be around.
Viole sat at a table. His chair was pushed in slightly by his mother. His short black hair was ruffled as she put her hand through it. His mother was the most beautiful woman he had ever known. She had long black hair that went down to her knees. She wasn't thin and tiny like the women you would think of but she was shaped like and hour glass. She was a woman of Freid. Her features showed it. They didn't live in the major city's but in a manor in the country near Fortuna. She hid her son away from their preists. She didn't want her son doing those things they did with shaving their heads and shutting themselves away from the world. Viole was her son.
"Viole darling how was your day?"
"Fine. You are acting to nicely mother what do you want me to do."
"You must have some psychic power Viole. I was just wondering about marriage for you. We must find you a wife before your thirteenth birthday." She said.
"I don't want one." He said.
"Viole, now son you must have a heir to carry on the family name. God forbid your father couldn't."
Viole's father had a mistress. The mistress had a husband, the husband killed Viole's father right at his own birth. The man came in during his mother's labor and beheaded him. Viole almost didn't live. His mother was in shock.
Viole understood that his mother hated his father. But that was the past. He didn't want to marry. He didn't want the same thing happening to him what happened to his father.
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Well that is the end of that chapter. So how did you like? I feel like I am missing someone but I don't know maybe it will come up. If you know tell me ok? Well Celena is missing, Dilly gets to play general, Miguel is having father problems (all I have to say is that my math teacher would love him), Viole is having marriage probs.
*can you see where Dilly gets his meanness? It's heredity I tell ya.
****= new place same time unless I say so
^= another room
just trying to clear that up for ya! R/R if you truly like this story. I have to have some credit ya know!
Oh yeah thanks Mysticmoon for reviewing the first chapter and second.