Chapter 7
Gatti was told the news that he was to be taken out. That man who called him son would be there in less than two hours. It was all that freak Dilandau's fault. He had to go and get him in trouble. Speaking of the spawn of Satan. He had just walked in. Gatti couldn't get the feeling of death away from his mind when the boy now had walked anywhere near him.
"Who are you?" the words came from his mouth. Gatti dropped his notebook he had used to draw in.
"What?" Gatti could of sworn Dilandau knew his name. He had mad death threats to his name, and here he was now asking who he was. Gatti looked at the boys features, he looked younger than ever. His skin was not whiter than paper but had a pale tint to it. And he was shorter. His hair had been cut also. It was at first cut pretty short, but the whole stile had changed. Dilandau never let a strand of hair in his way. Now it was like you couldn't even see his face. His hair that looked silvery white, was now a bluish white. He never had laugh lines like he did. He hardly ever laughed, let alone smile, save for defeating an opponent. But that was different.
"I said who are you? I have never seen you before." Dilandau asked.
Another amazement. The one person who he got in the most fights with was saying these words.
"I thought you knew me?"
"No." He gave a disgusted look toward Gatti.
"Gatti Hesho, your father is here." The guards came into their rooms.
"Ok." Gatti said. Gatti walked toward the guards. They took his arm. Gatti threw them off and punched the man in the stomach. He clung his things to him and took off running.
Dilandau stood there amazed. The young boy had got past the man and had the courage to run off, impressive.
Gatti didn't want to go with that man. He wanted to get out of Zaibach. He didn't really like the people here anyways. Gatti stopped at a window and threw his bag into it smashing everything. Gatti jumped through as some sorcerers came toward him with a shot. Probably to knock him out. His arms and legs got cut from the remaining glass. His blood still on the glass.
"Get something to store that blood in. It might come in handy someday. Let the boy go." Said the sorcerer.
Gatti got tired after running a couple of miles. His wounds started to sting. He picked out the glass that staid with him. They would probably send out dogs to find him. And if he climbed a tree, which there were hardly any in sight save for some twigs that stuck out from the ground that were called trees, they would cut it down then he would be caught. So it was no hope, that is if they went after him. If being the main word. They might let just either freeze in the night or if he survived that, starve, if surviving that, the animals. That was a problem, reason being Gatti wasn't one to like animals. Normal boys wanted dogs, not Gatti, he would rather have a horse. A horse right that moment would be an angel from heaven. He thanked god that there was no dragons here, or he would be up the creek without a paddle. Might as well run more. It was so cold. He only had a leather and fur jacket on. His grey leather pants would only stay dry for a while. And Leather didn't dry fast, or it did but not fast enough for his liking. His teeth started to chatter. First sign of being too cold. Damn Zaibach. He hated the place, always too cold for winter and too hot for summer. He liked Asturia better. It was nice during the summer, spring etc.
Gatti saw a strange sight, a lily (Easter lily) was in full bloom. But it's white color showed it's soon death. He plucked it from the ground. He was always told that a white lily shown signs of good marriage. Even life. He smelt the flower. He Stroked the bottom petals. When he did the petal was so fragile and near death he wiped away a part of it. He grabbed his bag. He grabbed his notebook in it and opened it to a clean page and laid the flower in it. A sign of good fortune would keep him going.
*****
Chesta watched the snow. He liked it but it was to sad. Snow was sadder than the cold. That's what his mother always said. He never knew what she meant but maybe soon he would. His mother was asleep in her bed. Next year he would be going to sign up for the Dragonslayers. Then the next year they would inform him to come in. There fifteen would be chosen. Chesta would just go in to see if he was fit enough.
He was small yes but very fast. He could be helpful also. He ran errands all day if he had too. That's a plus for him. And he was quite the devil if he was pushed to it. He had a temper in there if he ever wanted it out then all he would have to do is just unleash it. But it was hidden away so long, he wouldn't be that formidable. But if he was chosen then there, he would train that devil inside to be formidable.
****
Miguel, though was happy having someone to play with for a few years, was happy Guimel was gone. The boy never let the topic of hybrid humans rest. About how interested could one person be? He was probably a village worth of people interested in hybrids. He had always wanted to meet someone who was half dragon, or half monkey. The sheep boy was fixated on wondering if he was half sheep. The boy was a chatterbox. Miguel on the other hand was a very silent boy. He had always kept his ideas and experiments in his head. His father always wanted his son to be open. Miguel, be open? Nah wouldn't happen. But he had learned a lot about Guimel in his stay there. He watched outside. It was a cold day, and snowing. Miguel loved the snow, he didn't know why but the snow felt like his completion of life. Miguel would be ten soon. Then he would be a Dragonslayer. There was no hoping in that, he would become a great Dragonslayer to bring pride to his father.
***
Viole watched as the young man trained hard. This was that girl's brother. Acanthi was her name, her brother she called was Cano. Cano took another swipe at the cloth dummy. Viole wanted to train also. He was intrigued in chivalry. He had seen many matches, and some quarrel's between men. He had never held a sword in his hands before.
"Cano? May I train with you?"
"Vio, have you ever used a sword? No, then no." Acanthi had just came in. She was watching her brother who was just a bit younger than her, though you couldn't tell, practice.
"Oh Cano. He may have a hidden talent in there somewhere. Why don't you just let him have a small try?" His sisters niceness made him sick. He wasn't about to let a woman tell him what to do. He was now the man of the house. And this street rat Viole, just happened to be in the tavern a night she had work. She had given him some food and refuge, he himself would have kicked him out on his bum and sent the dogs after him. They didn't need the filthy rich dominants to send their kids to the streets.
"I don't need your kindness Acanthi." With that he struck her across the face. Though younger he was still twice her size.
Viole got quite upset, Acanthi the girl that took him in was getting hurt because of him. Just because of a wish. He ran up to Cano easily disarmed him and punched him in the stomach. The ten year old was talented indeed. Viole got into stance. This was easy.
****(year later)
The time for signing up for the Dragonslayers was starting. Some boys were all excited. Others were forced into it. The one place that was signing up was Zaibach. There were going to be three areas. Professionals, Novice, and Beginner. The three generals had been chosen. Cato Amarn, a man who had been training for fifteen years got the Professionals, the age group for them was thirty and older, Cleo Sideky (Side-eky), the one who got into the fight with Dilandau, was in the training for seven years got the Novice the age range for him was eighteen to thirty, then there was Dilandau Albaltou, Some didn't want him to be General for his mental instability. It had been showing for the last year. Dilandau himself wasn't happy that he got the Beginner group, only fifteen men was his maximum, seven was his minimum, any lower he would be "laid off" so to speak. His men had to be in the age of seventeen and younger the youngest someone could be was eleven. The signing would take place on White 8th moon and it was the 7th.
Chesta and his mother had arrived before then. Chesta looked out the window at the bright city. It was called a city of gold but it was only bronze to him. He had never favored Zaibach. But all he had to do was show his face then leave back to his home country then hope for a letter for about a year.
Gatti had found himself back in Zaibach. He decided to stay there. He still had the flower. It was neatly pressed in the notebook he had kept in perfect health.
Gatti ran into someone.
"Gatti!" It was General Adelphos, the LAST person he wanted to see.
"General I am so sorry."
*Two minuets earlier*
"General Adelphos?" Said a small voice behind him.
"Ahh, Lilly Monroe. You have grown even more beautiful from the last time I saw you."
"Flattering words don't come well from your mouth might I say." Lilly said. She was about waist high to the general but her features didn't show her small persona. She had pure blond hair, and light brown eyes that looked almost golden. She had pale skin and over that skin was a white summer dress.
The general of the Zaibach army was thrown off a bit.
"Gatti!" The general said surprised
*Back to present*
"Uh I am very sorry but were you heading somewhere?" The general said taking Gatti by the shoulders.
"Nowhere sir." Gatti threw off the General's hands and picking up his things that he had dropped.
"Well, are you going to sign up to be a Dragonslayer?" The general asked.
"No, I thought I was terminated from ever being in the army?" Gatti asked with a bite.
"There are always ways. OH sorry milady, let me introduce you to Gatti." The general said.
Gatti looked up at the girl. She looked like a tom-boy from the start. But she was a lily in the snow instead. Her hair was the color of a lily and her eyes, they seemed to darken to a green color from there golden persona. The green was the stem. And her skin and the dress was the snow.
Gatti got up and took a small bow. He felt embarrassed when he had realized this girl was so pretty. But she looked a couple months older than he.
"Hello, I am Lillian Monroe; if you see me again then you can call me Lilly." She said. She was a lily.
"It was a pleasure but I have to go now." Gatti said. He ran straight into someone else. Someone bigger than he. The man turned to him. It was Cleo, another person he was trying to avoid. "Uh hi?" Gatti said then took off running.
Apparently the lug head hadn't forgotten the dead cat incident and started after Gatti.
*Two years earlier.*
Dilandau and Gatti was getting back at Cleo for ratting on them for wrestling and being the cause of getting out of sparring class to go to the infirmary. The two boys had actually found a dead cat in the furnace that had been dead only for a little while, so they decided to put it in his pillows. He had tried to wash the stench out but it persisted. The joke had gone on for a month, until one day one of the head guards had noticed the stench and opened the pillow seems and pulled out the cat. Cleo got to do his favorite exercise. Push ups, the thing that heavily built boy couldn't do.
*Present*
Gatti could have sworn the man got faster. But Gatti was willowy and even faster. Gatti also could fit in barrels.
Gatti was told the news that he was to be taken out. That man who called him son would be there in less than two hours. It was all that freak Dilandau's fault. He had to go and get him in trouble. Speaking of the spawn of Satan. He had just walked in. Gatti couldn't get the feeling of death away from his mind when the boy now had walked anywhere near him.
"Who are you?" the words came from his mouth. Gatti dropped his notebook he had used to draw in.
"What?" Gatti could of sworn Dilandau knew his name. He had mad death threats to his name, and here he was now asking who he was. Gatti looked at the boys features, he looked younger than ever. His skin was not whiter than paper but had a pale tint to it. And he was shorter. His hair had been cut also. It was at first cut pretty short, but the whole stile had changed. Dilandau never let a strand of hair in his way. Now it was like you couldn't even see his face. His hair that looked silvery white, was now a bluish white. He never had laugh lines like he did. He hardly ever laughed, let alone smile, save for defeating an opponent. But that was different.
"I said who are you? I have never seen you before." Dilandau asked.
Another amazement. The one person who he got in the most fights with was saying these words.
"I thought you knew me?"
"No." He gave a disgusted look toward Gatti.
"Gatti Hesho, your father is here." The guards came into their rooms.
"Ok." Gatti said. Gatti walked toward the guards. They took his arm. Gatti threw them off and punched the man in the stomach. He clung his things to him and took off running.
Dilandau stood there amazed. The young boy had got past the man and had the courage to run off, impressive.
Gatti didn't want to go with that man. He wanted to get out of Zaibach. He didn't really like the people here anyways. Gatti stopped at a window and threw his bag into it smashing everything. Gatti jumped through as some sorcerers came toward him with a shot. Probably to knock him out. His arms and legs got cut from the remaining glass. His blood still on the glass.
"Get something to store that blood in. It might come in handy someday. Let the boy go." Said the sorcerer.
Gatti got tired after running a couple of miles. His wounds started to sting. He picked out the glass that staid with him. They would probably send out dogs to find him. And if he climbed a tree, which there were hardly any in sight save for some twigs that stuck out from the ground that were called trees, they would cut it down then he would be caught. So it was no hope, that is if they went after him. If being the main word. They might let just either freeze in the night or if he survived that, starve, if surviving that, the animals. That was a problem, reason being Gatti wasn't one to like animals. Normal boys wanted dogs, not Gatti, he would rather have a horse. A horse right that moment would be an angel from heaven. He thanked god that there was no dragons here, or he would be up the creek without a paddle. Might as well run more. It was so cold. He only had a leather and fur jacket on. His grey leather pants would only stay dry for a while. And Leather didn't dry fast, or it did but not fast enough for his liking. His teeth started to chatter. First sign of being too cold. Damn Zaibach. He hated the place, always too cold for winter and too hot for summer. He liked Asturia better. It was nice during the summer, spring etc.
Gatti saw a strange sight, a lily (Easter lily) was in full bloom. But it's white color showed it's soon death. He plucked it from the ground. He was always told that a white lily shown signs of good marriage. Even life. He smelt the flower. He Stroked the bottom petals. When he did the petal was so fragile and near death he wiped away a part of it. He grabbed his bag. He grabbed his notebook in it and opened it to a clean page and laid the flower in it. A sign of good fortune would keep him going.
*****
Chesta watched the snow. He liked it but it was to sad. Snow was sadder than the cold. That's what his mother always said. He never knew what she meant but maybe soon he would. His mother was asleep in her bed. Next year he would be going to sign up for the Dragonslayers. Then the next year they would inform him to come in. There fifteen would be chosen. Chesta would just go in to see if he was fit enough.
He was small yes but very fast. He could be helpful also. He ran errands all day if he had too. That's a plus for him. And he was quite the devil if he was pushed to it. He had a temper in there if he ever wanted it out then all he would have to do is just unleash it. But it was hidden away so long, he wouldn't be that formidable. But if he was chosen then there, he would train that devil inside to be formidable.
****
Miguel, though was happy having someone to play with for a few years, was happy Guimel was gone. The boy never let the topic of hybrid humans rest. About how interested could one person be? He was probably a village worth of people interested in hybrids. He had always wanted to meet someone who was half dragon, or half monkey. The sheep boy was fixated on wondering if he was half sheep. The boy was a chatterbox. Miguel on the other hand was a very silent boy. He had always kept his ideas and experiments in his head. His father always wanted his son to be open. Miguel, be open? Nah wouldn't happen. But he had learned a lot about Guimel in his stay there. He watched outside. It was a cold day, and snowing. Miguel loved the snow, he didn't know why but the snow felt like his completion of life. Miguel would be ten soon. Then he would be a Dragonslayer. There was no hoping in that, he would become a great Dragonslayer to bring pride to his father.
***
Viole watched as the young man trained hard. This was that girl's brother. Acanthi was her name, her brother she called was Cano. Cano took another swipe at the cloth dummy. Viole wanted to train also. He was intrigued in chivalry. He had seen many matches, and some quarrel's between men. He had never held a sword in his hands before.
"Cano? May I train with you?"
"Vio, have you ever used a sword? No, then no." Acanthi had just came in. She was watching her brother who was just a bit younger than her, though you couldn't tell, practice.
"Oh Cano. He may have a hidden talent in there somewhere. Why don't you just let him have a small try?" His sisters niceness made him sick. He wasn't about to let a woman tell him what to do. He was now the man of the house. And this street rat Viole, just happened to be in the tavern a night she had work. She had given him some food and refuge, he himself would have kicked him out on his bum and sent the dogs after him. They didn't need the filthy rich dominants to send their kids to the streets.
"I don't need your kindness Acanthi." With that he struck her across the face. Though younger he was still twice her size.
Viole got quite upset, Acanthi the girl that took him in was getting hurt because of him. Just because of a wish. He ran up to Cano easily disarmed him and punched him in the stomach. The ten year old was talented indeed. Viole got into stance. This was easy.
****(year later)
The time for signing up for the Dragonslayers was starting. Some boys were all excited. Others were forced into it. The one place that was signing up was Zaibach. There were going to be three areas. Professionals, Novice, and Beginner. The three generals had been chosen. Cato Amarn, a man who had been training for fifteen years got the Professionals, the age group for them was thirty and older, Cleo Sideky (Side-eky), the one who got into the fight with Dilandau, was in the training for seven years got the Novice the age range for him was eighteen to thirty, then there was Dilandau Albaltou, Some didn't want him to be General for his mental instability. It had been showing for the last year. Dilandau himself wasn't happy that he got the Beginner group, only fifteen men was his maximum, seven was his minimum, any lower he would be "laid off" so to speak. His men had to be in the age of seventeen and younger the youngest someone could be was eleven. The signing would take place on White 8th moon and it was the 7th.
Chesta and his mother had arrived before then. Chesta looked out the window at the bright city. It was called a city of gold but it was only bronze to him. He had never favored Zaibach. But all he had to do was show his face then leave back to his home country then hope for a letter for about a year.
Gatti had found himself back in Zaibach. He decided to stay there. He still had the flower. It was neatly pressed in the notebook he had kept in perfect health.
Gatti ran into someone.
"Gatti!" It was General Adelphos, the LAST person he wanted to see.
"General I am so sorry."
*Two minuets earlier*
"General Adelphos?" Said a small voice behind him.
"Ahh, Lilly Monroe. You have grown even more beautiful from the last time I saw you."
"Flattering words don't come well from your mouth might I say." Lilly said. She was about waist high to the general but her features didn't show her small persona. She had pure blond hair, and light brown eyes that looked almost golden. She had pale skin and over that skin was a white summer dress.
The general of the Zaibach army was thrown off a bit.
"Gatti!" The general said surprised
*Back to present*
"Uh I am very sorry but were you heading somewhere?" The general said taking Gatti by the shoulders.
"Nowhere sir." Gatti threw off the General's hands and picking up his things that he had dropped.
"Well, are you going to sign up to be a Dragonslayer?" The general asked.
"No, I thought I was terminated from ever being in the army?" Gatti asked with a bite.
"There are always ways. OH sorry milady, let me introduce you to Gatti." The general said.
Gatti looked up at the girl. She looked like a tom-boy from the start. But she was a lily in the snow instead. Her hair was the color of a lily and her eyes, they seemed to darken to a green color from there golden persona. The green was the stem. And her skin and the dress was the snow.
Gatti got up and took a small bow. He felt embarrassed when he had realized this girl was so pretty. But she looked a couple months older than he.
"Hello, I am Lillian Monroe; if you see me again then you can call me Lilly." She said. She was a lily.
"It was a pleasure but I have to go now." Gatti said. He ran straight into someone else. Someone bigger than he. The man turned to him. It was Cleo, another person he was trying to avoid. "Uh hi?" Gatti said then took off running.
Apparently the lug head hadn't forgotten the dead cat incident and started after Gatti.
*Two years earlier.*
Dilandau and Gatti was getting back at Cleo for ratting on them for wrestling and being the cause of getting out of sparring class to go to the infirmary. The two boys had actually found a dead cat in the furnace that had been dead only for a little while, so they decided to put it in his pillows. He had tried to wash the stench out but it persisted. The joke had gone on for a month, until one day one of the head guards had noticed the stench and opened the pillow seems and pulled out the cat. Cleo got to do his favorite exercise. Push ups, the thing that heavily built boy couldn't do.
*Present*
Gatti could have sworn the man got faster. But Gatti was willowy and even faster. Gatti also could fit in barrels.