Early morning settled on all of Zaibach, bathing the city in radiant light. Sunlight poured into Dilandau's small wooden house, causing him to shelter his eyes with his arm. Was the night before all some morbid dream? He pondered to himself. Trying to convince him self that Lani had been a dream was the most difficult task he'd ever been given. So very real was she, indeed..
Enveloping him self in the dark cloak which draped over his chair, Dilandau stepped outside into his meadow. Raindrops dangled and hung from tree branches, signaling that the tyrants of nature had struck the night before. Grasping a leaf from one of the trees, Dilandau sipped the cool rainwater with ecstasy.
Pausing beside a puddle, Dilandau studied his face in a new light. Pink colored eyes stared back at him, as if peering into his very soul. Scarcely he could see a brandish he'd received two years before. Outlining the thin scar on his cheek, Dilandau called upon his feared memories of the past.
Two years earlier, Dilandau had come to know a noble King by the name of Van Fanel. How the villian scarred his face, showing no mercy in his piercing eyes..Dilandau could still not find it in his miniscule heart to forgive that beast.
Hastily Dilandau turned his back and heart from the puddle of hatred. "Bastard!" he screamed with pure malice. Waves of pain spread throughout his entire body; feelings of poisonous blood clotted his body, mind, and soul. Grabbing his head with both hands, he fell to the ground, wallowing in sorrow.
Time could not be comprehended once Dilandau had finally awakened from his somber rest. Streaks of thin mist surrounded the entire continent, opening the idea of dusk to all who lived there. Settling himself into a straight-up position, Dilandau placed his head in his palms, concentrating on the image of the angel of desire who'd ascended to his territory the last night. Deciding to believe that she really had been there would help Dilandau get through the night, and the rest of his life..
Enveloping him self in the dark cloak which draped over his chair, Dilandau stepped outside into his meadow. Raindrops dangled and hung from tree branches, signaling that the tyrants of nature had struck the night before. Grasping a leaf from one of the trees, Dilandau sipped the cool rainwater with ecstasy.
Pausing beside a puddle, Dilandau studied his face in a new light. Pink colored eyes stared back at him, as if peering into his very soul. Scarcely he could see a brandish he'd received two years before. Outlining the thin scar on his cheek, Dilandau called upon his feared memories of the past.
Two years earlier, Dilandau had come to know a noble King by the name of Van Fanel. How the villian scarred his face, showing no mercy in his piercing eyes..Dilandau could still not find it in his miniscule heart to forgive that beast.
Hastily Dilandau turned his back and heart from the puddle of hatred. "Bastard!" he screamed with pure malice. Waves of pain spread throughout his entire body; feelings of poisonous blood clotted his body, mind, and soul. Grabbing his head with both hands, he fell to the ground, wallowing in sorrow.
Time could not be comprehended once Dilandau had finally awakened from his somber rest. Streaks of thin mist surrounded the entire continent, opening the idea of dusk to all who lived there. Settling himself into a straight-up position, Dilandau placed his head in his palms, concentrating on the image of the angel of desire who'd ascended to his territory the last night. Deciding to believe that she really had been there would help Dilandau get through the night, and the rest of his life..