Silver Blade
By, TigerWolf
~ Chapter Three ~
Challenges
~ "I chose death." Silver replied. ~
"I would rather risk my luck escaping your Dragon Slayers, then stay her and act like mindless drones like they do. I rather Die then be controlled." Silver continued. "I mean look at them, their well disciplined soldiers." She said walking over to the closest one, standing in attention as she started circling him. "You say fight, he fights. You say kill, he kills. He lives in fear of you, day in day out. He is your slave, but the funny thing is, if you asked him how he fells about this, he will say he is prod of this. He's prod of being a follower, prod of being a mindless drone, prod of being a coward that cant speak his own mind." She said stopping in front of the soldier, locking her silver eyes into his light blue ones. "How would you think your Mother or Father would feel if they new there son grow up to become a cowered that cant even say what he thinks is right or wrong, acting, and being let treated, no better then a well treated slave? And who doesn't have the guts to stand up for himself?" His eyes left hers, and fell to the ground. Then she punched him so hard across the face that he fell to the ground. "You disgust me." She spat. She turned back to Lard Tokra and Dilandau. Lord Tokra had a look of pure defeat from his attempt to control this girl. Dilandau was just grinning at her. "So you see Lord Tokra, I could never let myself become one of them, and plus I do not fear death, so why would I chose anything but death from your option? I would rather go out fighting, then be one of them." She finished, staring him in the eye.
Stupid Tokra, Telling the girl Death as a second option. Never trust him to do what is MY job. Dilandau thought. "Now Lord Tokra." Dilandau said, in a very sadistic tone. "The girl here has put up a very good fight here, and shows some talent, plus her unknown abilities, it would be a shame to have such a loss for Zaibach. And since it is so difficult for me to find quality Dragon Slayers, she will have to volunteer involuntarily. And she is just going to become one. Her dedication to being her own person with her opinions, is why she will make a great Slayer unlike the rest of these incompetent fools I have here. She has the will and the strength to take what she gives out and not be broken in mind and body, like the rest my Slayers. So of course she would chose death then to become one of these incompetent Slayers. But I will not give her the honor of death or escape. Such a healthy and strong body like hers will do well in the slave pits; there she can die by being weathered away and denied an honorable death.
"So you see your options here Silver Blade. You can become a Slayer. The only way you can be like them is if you do not have the strength to stand up for yourself. You are then the only person who can make yourself a mindless drone like them. I would understand though if you can not stand up for yourself though and turn down a challenge to be able to, you are just a girl. Or you can work in the slave pits and weather away there; knowing you did not have the guts to prove yourself here today by rejecting the challenge of becoming one of my Dragon Slayers. So what will it be?" He finished.
God dame fucking jerk. If he just keep his fucking mouth closed I could be out of here by now. But no, he had to push all the fucking right buttons within me here. God dame him, he knows I can't back down from a challenge like he can't. "I know I'm playing straight into your hand now, but your know the reasons why for my chose. But know one thing first; this is just as mush as a challenge for me as it is for you. I will become a Dragon Slayer." Silver said.
"Good choice. Lesson one, always address me as Sir, or Dilandau-sama." He said then punched her in the stomach. She bent over with the wind knocked out of her, then quickly standing straight. "Lesson two, never challenge me." He said raising his hand back to slap her and sending through the air, but Silver blocked it in mid swing. And used a different hand movement then before to roll him over her shoulder to the ground.
"I'm sorry, SIR, but I don't agree with lesson two. And you better relies who your fucking with because like you said, SIR, I'm not like one of them." She said challenging. Lord Tokra steps between them, giving Dilandau a look that mad him back off for the moment. He turned to Silver, "Come with me please, we must go over some things." Silver nodded; glad he had gotten her out of that.
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"My Qween, are you alright?" A servent girl askes as she rushes to the young Qween as she falls forward. She catches her before she hits the ground.
"Please get the king…. Visions." She said before passing out completely. The servant girl dose as she asks after she got some others to take the Queen to her room. She rushed through the halls to the morning meeting the King had with his advisors, knowing how protective the King is of the Qween and hating the fact she had to deliver this news. She reaches the doors to the conference room and two guards are standing guard. "I must entire, something has happened to the Qween." She stated to the guards that blocked her way to the room. Their faces lit up with concern and let the girl pass. She opened the door rather nosily. Everyone looked up at her in shock, the raven haired King remand sanding at the end of the table. She ran up to him, and knelt down. "I am sorry King Van for the interruption, but something has happened to the Qween." She said, the Kings face went pale some; you could see all the love he held for the Qween. "She passed out a few minuets ago and said to get you and tell you visions." There was a slight gasp from everyone in the room; the King knelt down to her.
"Were she now?" he said in a slightly shaky voice.
"In your room, your majesty." The King stood up and ran through the room, the last thing you saw was his black cape flowing pass him as he left the room.
Van opened the door to see two servent girls trying to keep the Qween from getting up. "Please I'm alright, just go." Her voice said louder and more commanding.
"Hitomi, what happened?" The King said, rushing up to the bed, which held his Qween in a long white dress.
"Van, I had a vision, I haven't had one since the war." She said standing up. "It was cold, a strange girl my age, dressed in close deferent from here stood in the darkness, with a strange bracelet on her arm with a blood red gem. The bracelet changed to a weapon of some sort that had a long crimson blade. I could not see the girl to well, but her eyes stood out like two bright stars. They were bold liquid silver, with a red ring encircling them; they were eye's I could never forget. Then a knight clad in silver armor stood behind her, she turned to him, then a red and silver dragon appeared beneath him and flew away, the girl tried to follow but could not for a red solider garbed her arm, she turned to see Dilandau. A smile went across her face, then it showed Dilandau stabbing her, I don't know how but it happened, she fell back seaming dead. The same red and silver dragon came back, entwining itself into everything. The vision ended with the dragon's eyes facing directly at me." She finished looking out the window. Vans arms came up behind her and closed about her stomach. Hitomi sighed, loving the feeling of Vans arms around her, it seamed she could never get enough of his worm embrace. Even after being married for two months, and knowing he was always hers and visas versa. "I'm sorry Van for worrying you, It's just normally my visions I can understand somewhat, this one I just don't know. I hope nothing is going to happen to Gaea again, we have both had our share of conflict here." She said turning into his arms.
"Hitomi, it will all make since in time. And don't worry about worrying me, because I'll always be worried about you whenever you're not by my side. I promised to protect you remember. And plus you got me out of that meeting." He added with a smile.
"Well your right there, so what are you going to do now that you're out of that horrible meeting?" Hitomi asked seductively.
"I think I'll stay here with my beautiful Queen, I'm sheer they'll understand." Van said. While kissing Hitomis neck.
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Silver was lead into a large study by Lord Tokra. He went and sat behind a desk. He folded his hands together and placed his elbows on the sides of the chair. Silver remand standing in front of his desk. "Welcome to Zaibach Silver Blade. There are some things I have to go over with you though. One Dilandau is not one to fuck with; he had the ability to command you however he pleases. So I suggest not going around and flipping him like that anymore. Two, like you said, you are not like every other Dragon Slayer in that room. You are different in many ways. For one you have the attitude of a commanding officer not a solider, and you are not about ready to take the shit that they do lying down. Two you carry that blade, it is called the Drag-Blade, no one knows much about that blade, all we know is that after it picks a host it helps them in some way or form. I do not know any more about it. For these reasons and others you will not be treated completely like the others. We can not trust you, you were a prisoner here and will still be treated somewhat like one still, until you gain our trust. There for you shale not leave this ship, or go into the restricted sections, witch are clearly posted. You shale be with another slayer at all times. Understood?"
"Yes sir, and you are wise not to trust me, like I do not trust you. Is there anything more Sir." Silver responded. All right, I'll give them that, there smart. I guess I will not be escaping too easily, Good, I love a challenge. And plus I can learn allot form them as in fighting skills.
"No, I shale escort you to your room." He said and stood up and walked her out of the study. Silver followed, paying close attention to were she was going, memorizing the way through these halls. They stooped outside of a room and the door slid open. She interred the room, it was exactly like the one she was in before but this one had a larger bad and a bathroom. "Your uniform and some cloths are on the chair over there. Some one while be by latter with some food. Tomorrow you start training." He turned and left the room, Silver lessened as the door closed and then lock.
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"Good by Child, you have called upon the services of the Drag-Blade. Soon you shale know the importance of this. You truly are different; maybe you will be the one to complete the prophecy. Maybe you will be." A man said from behind a large chair. He held his hand up some to show a mark of two eyes. "This is what I get from what you were chosen for."
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A tall man walked down the hallways of the fortress. He had shoulder length wavy blond hair and deep green eyes. He wore a Zaibach Dragon Slayer uniform. On his hand there was a scar of two eyes. He walked passed a door, and stared at in till it was out of sight. He came to a door and it slides open for him. Reveling Lord Tokra siting behind his desk. "You wanted to see me Tokra."
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Silver searched through the pockets of her pants to see what she might have that could be useful. She had sunglasses, a pen, a peace of chalk, Chap Stick and a Swiss army knife, and a harmonica. God this is boring, there is nothing to do. I hate being trapped. She thought, she had already searched the room for something to pass the time, and to see her ways of escape. She already found two possibilities, the air vents were large enough to fit her and the key pad could be figured out simply by checking for finger prints. She looked out the window and saw the sun set. Almost night, what a day. God this is boring, I have all ready found the start of plan to escape, and there is nothing to fucking do! God I hate being a prisoner. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her harmonica, she pulled a chair up to the corner and sat into it leaning back and started playing a melancholy song.
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Everyone to walk down this hallway or walked passed it was beckoned to this one door. The door were the sound of music traveled through. But all knew to open this door was death by Dilandau. But the way the melancholy music sounded through the hallways made everyone long for something. But one person walked to this door and opened it, reveling the girl that was locked away in this room. The girl stopped her music and opened her silver red eyes to see a soldier with a small plate of food that he set on a table. She then closed her eyes on the soldier and went back to playing. She felt something from this soldier but did not want to wonder about it He's look at me why? He seams to want to talk to me about something he should not. Just leave and leave me the fuck alone to my music. I don't need a sympathy act from you. She heard the door close. Outside the door the soldier looked at the door. He tucked a peace of blond hair behind his ear, then his green eyes left the door as he walked away from the music.
Silver got up from her spot, and looked at the food given to her. Some bread, and a little bit of cheese and a peace of fruit. I guess they want me to starve along with being fucking bored to death. She ate the food ungratefully, and searched her cloths she was given. And picked out a black pair of lose cotton pants and a red tank top. And crawled into bed.
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Late that night when the moons hung high in the sky and the cold breeze flew into her window, making the room fell as cold as her. She lessened to the light footsteps out side her room come closer and the door open quietly to a person who crept into her room. He was even more silent the a mouse. She remands on her side with her eyes closed. Letting this person remain in her room, while slipping back into her easy disturbed sleep.
The man walked up to her bed and knelt in front of her looking into her calm face. Looking at this girl felt like looking at a sleeping dragon, that could awake at any moment to strike. But this dragon he wanted to awaken, and provoke and then eventually tame to become his, or at least take her to be his. He set something down upon the bed by her and left the room. Silver opened her eye's to see a dagger with a silver blade and a black handle with silver swirls. She garbed the dagger in one hand and drifted back into her sleep.
~~~~~~~ Authors Note ~~~~~~~
I know, I know this chap. lacked action, but I had to set things up for what to come. We got some thing very interesting happening next chap.
Special thanks To Phantom Angel for helping me out with a little bit of writers block.