Hunt11

The Hunt: Part 11
-ZibbelCoot


Disclaimer:
All Escaflowne characters, places and such are ©1996, ©1998, ©1999 TV Tokyo, Sunrise. English adaptation ©1998 AnimeVillage.com and the dub version they tried to pass off as anime belongs to Fox I guess. However, Zorya Pele, Syrun, Galese and the Celet/Hiwero groups (yes I'm too lazy to type them out) are my characters and I'd appreciate it if you ask me before using them. Also the song (the English and translation) is also mine so please don't use it without asking!

Author's notes:
Same as last time, happens 2 1/2 years after Escaflowne: A Girl in Gaea.
So, did you expect that to happen in part 10? If you did, you're more observant than my beta reader. The story really moves from here on in with my favorite part coming up (no not the dance) in a few more parts. And a word of warning about this part, I couldn't bear to break it up so this part is LONG, nearly twenty-four pages. Hope you like it (and all the cameos).
Oh dear, this may be the last call for this. If you want to enter the FanArt contest (category one has 4 entries, category 2 has 1 entry) now's the time. I extended the deadline to February 21, since some people might be inspired by this part or the next. So enter! ::waves around the free escaflowne movie fansubs::
http://homepage.mac.com/zibbelcoot/Contest.html




Zorya moved uncomfortably in her sleep, a muscle in her back protesting that movement greatly. A low groan of pain escaped her lips as she was roused from her slumber. What? Why did I sleep in here? How long have I been out?
The room reeked of smoke, of a torch long dead. Gingerly Zorya brought her head up, her neck muscles aching as she did so. From the bathroom's tiny window she could see the same dismal grey light she'd seen the morning before. The previous night's events slowly began to replay in her mind and Zorya groaned. Why the hell did he have to keep trying to kill her?! Wasn't it enough that her life here was miserable as it was?
In a fit of frustration, Zorya threw her head back, the base of her skull hitting the wooden door. She expected to hear only a mild thump and then a flash of pain but instead she heard the thump accompanied by the squeak of the door swinging open. Zorya threw out her arms but was too late and she fell backwards, her head hitting the solid floor with an unsettling crack noise. she moaned , her hands already feeling the sore spot.
Hadn't she locked the door the night before? When he had... Zorya froze in place, afraid to make the slightest movement. What if he's still here?! Oh SHIT! She waited, still frozen to the floor her abdomen cramping up and her skull throbbing. Her grey-green eyes rolled back and forth, trying to see any possible shadows on the wall she could see that could belong to a certain crazed person.
She began to push herself up when her out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of him. He was sitting in a chair, not moving, his head bowed down. Zorya froze, afraid any slight movement would catch his attention. She waited like that, in a half sitting position until she didn't notice any change in his slow steady breathing; he was asleep. Zorya, slowly and quietly finished getting to her feet, her eyes never leaving the still body.
Why had he stayed here? Why had he waited by bathroom's door? Zorya took a step back, and her foot crunched on something as she did so. The General continued to slumber through the sharp sound and Zorya picked up her foot, her eyes now on the floor. She'd stepped on a piece of glass. Her eye brows came down and she looked around her. All around this particular area were pieces of glass, correction they were pieces of the vase that had been on her bureau. The water had long ago seeped into the rug, making it squish as her socked feet tiptoed around the hazards. She had to get some clothes... That was the important thing. Important?! He's still in here! I have to talk to Galese and-
Her mission changed, Zorya turned towards the correct door. She cast one last look at her disheveled room, a wilted flower from the destroyed vase at her feet. Why had he done this? Her room was a complete mess, the glass vase shattered on the floor, the flowers wilted and water absorbed by the rug. The dagger was still in her pillow, not touched from the night before. Wishing she could scream at him for once, and let out all her frustrations Zorya's grey-green eyes went to the dragonslayer. He still slept, his body cramped into the chair's small space. His silver hair falling on his face in a manner that softened his almost constant growling and frowning face.
He looked serene for once, and she realized she'd never seen him sleep, never seen him look so calm and at peace. She was reminded of her little brother when he slept, the little terror bouncing around all day but when he slept he was a different person. She closed her eyes, not wishing to remember something she'd never see again. They opened only to look at the man who had plagued her ever since she'd arrived on Gaea. Why am I just standing here watching him! He could wake up and try to kill me again!
Zorya forced herself to look away from him but found herself frozen to the spot she was in. Why am I doing this, all I have to do is find Galese and get a new room and everything will be fine. The room's sleeping occupant made a noise and that seemed to unfreeze Zorya's limbs. Not wasting another second, Zorya tiptoed to the door and opened it. No, there weren't any guards anywhere in the hallway. All she had to do was-
She heard another noise behind her and she ran out of the room. It didn't matter if she was still in her nightgown, what mattered was getting away with her life. She didn't hear his voice scream after her, or the sound of his boots on the stone floor and took that to be a good sign. As she slowed at a corner and peeked around it, only to see yet another clear passage, she couldn't help but wonder, why didn't he kill me?


Dilandau remained in his position even as the soft noises reached his ears. How long had he remained awake the night before? Almost until the sun had risen and he'd finally succumbed to sleep, waiting right outside the door she'd run to.
He'd been so upset, more distraught than ever before. Dilandau could remember throwing the nearest available object across the room, where it shattered into a thousand glittering pieces. And the dagger. In his sleep he made some sort of noise, his face suddenly frowning. He couldn't touch the damnable thing. He'd watched it throughout the night, taunting him from the clean white sheets it touched. No, that wasn't completely true. The mighty general had managed to cut a few dark red hairs from his prey's head.
A new sound filled his ears, that of someone deliberately making noise, not afraid of being discovered. Lazily Dilandau opened his eyes, expecting to see his prey trying to escape. Instead Celena was halfway into the messed room, her blue eyes wide. What did you- she began her voice low and filling with anger. Dilandau shut his eyes again, wishing this was all some horrible dream and he'd wake up on the battlefield, ready to have some fun. Instead they opened once more to find Celena's angry eyes on him. He yawned, and pretended to ignore her angry face. What did you do Dilandau?!
Me? Dear sister why would I do anything you told me not to, he said in a half snicker and shifted in the uncomfortable chair.
Where is Zorya? Dilandau was about to reply when he turned to the door he'd guarded all night. The door was open and she was no where in sight.
He didn't wait to hear whatever she had to say, instead he got out of the chair, his eyes searching the room. Dilandau could see her indented footprints on the wet rug. So that had been the noise he'd heard before and chose to ignore...
Again she'd escaped him despite the fact that he'd waited all night. Waited to do what?! I can't kill her, I can't stand the thought of it now, his thoughts soft and subdued for once. He needed to know why though, why he couldn't do it. His face blank, Dilandau ran out the door, knowing exactly where she had gone to.
Celena was shouting after him, something along the lines of stopping and telling her what happened. Get away from me. This is between Zorya and I, he shot at her hoping she would listen. No! Dilandau don't do anything foolish! Dilandau! The General nearly faltered at her thoughts but continued to run down the hall. He had to know why, and Zorya was the only one who could answer him.


Zorya stormed into the room, ready to berate Galese about her horrible choice of company and stopped. The princess wasn't whining on that chair of hers, or twirling around in those ridiculous circles like the snowflakes outside.
she called out, her steps cautious as she walked into the room. No sound, not even the princess' breathing broke the silence. Zorya's hand went to where her sword's hilt would've been if she'd managed to dress before rushing here. A string of curses left her as the harsh realization hit her. She went through each room in the princess' chambers, not finding any sign of her. Zorya stopped in the bedroom, her hands at her side.
Galese's bed was still made as if it had not been slept in, not even sat on! She took another step forward, the rich dark wood of the princess' closet shining from the morning's light. The armor... did Galese take it? Zorya gently pulled the door open, the walk in closet huge, even for a princess. Where would she put it? All she was concerned with was finding the armor, if she found that then Galese would be forced to stay in. Her hands pushed passed countless dresses, innumerable formal shirts and riding breeches, all different colors and styles. Still even as Zorya pushed deeper into the raiment, she couldn't find the distinctive dark blue and green armor.
Dammit where did you put it, Zorya muttered as she ran a hand through her hair. She had to think, now if she were a princess where would she put it? Zorya turned, ready to exit the closet when a bit of dark blue caught her eye, just to the right of the door.
She bent down to pick it up but frowned. It was just the scabbard of the duplicate armor, nothing else. But why would she leave it here? She'd bring it with her if she was going out just to be sure, unless...


Celena raced after her brother, cursing the fact that he was in pants and sturdy boots while she was in low heels and a dress. No! Dilandau don't do anything foolish! Dilandau! She hit a brick wall with her thoughts, which only aggravated her more. Dilandau couldn't have killed her... He wouldn't... Celena refused to try and push her brother, afraid of what his retaliation might be if she did look into what little he had said and thought to her.
A part of her didn't want to look, didn't want to know what he was thinking as well. It would only make her job harder... He turned down a corner and Celena fought to keep up with him. As it was he was a few seconds ahead of her, and a few seconds could mean the difference between life and death.
A group of guards, probably just relieving those who had left, watched first as the general ran passed them-no, through them, Celena thought as she spied one man on the ground- followed by the princess' second advisor. Celena ran through them as well and could only listen as they ran after her. After all, something that would make both the dragonslayer General and one of the princess' advisors run to the princess' room had to be urgent and require guards.
As it was, Celena was barely ahead of the guards when they came upon the princess' room. she tried one last time even as he pushed open the door. Without thinking she rushed in after him. Zorya was standing with her back to them, her shoulders slumped downward. Celena stopped immediately, trying to figure out what was wrong with this scene even as the guards nearly bumped into her.
Princess! We're sorry to have disturbed you, the leader of the guards blurted out upon realizing the look alike was merely in her nightgown. Without another word they retreated out from the room, leaving Zorya, Dilandau and herself.
Celena barely whispered, her eyes wide.
Dilandau began, Celena stopped him however and rushed between the two. Out of my way!
Get out Dilandau, now! Or shall I have the guards remove you from the princess' chambers? Celena retorted in a cold voice. Dilandau regarded her cooly, his angry red eyes a startling contrast to her cold blue ones.
Get out Dilandau, Zorya barely whispered behind her. Celena took a step forward, ready to push him out herself if needed but stopped when he looked passed her. He watched Zorya's back for a moment more then sneered at Celena.
I will not have you ordering me around, he growled over his shoulder even as he left the chambers, the door's solid click echoing in the room after he left. A relieved look overcame her face as she turned, ready to deal with Zorya.
Celena, she's gone. I can't find the armor anywhere, just the scabbard and she wouldn't leave it behind since that could mean they'd be discovered, Zorya said softly. Where is she?
Celena's heart froze, fear filling her. What was Zorya talking about? The princess couldn't be gone, she had to be here! I don't know Zorya but, she has to be in the castle.
I think I pushed her over the edge Celena, I think she left-
Why would she leave? There's no logical explanation Zorya, Celena tried to soothe her, to calm the storm Celena knew was brewing.
Celena! She's gone! I know she's gone and what's the king going to say?
We'll have to speak with him privately Zorya but come on, get some clothes on and we'll go look. Zorya didn't move and Celena had to grab the girl's hand. Come on.
Gently, Celena pulled Zorya through the chambers to the princess' bedroom. She paused for a moment and took in what the princess' room looked like. The closet door was thrown open and the items inside pushed every which way while a blue scabbard rested on the made bed. See, which one do you want to wear? A simple dress or, maybe something a little more formal that a princess would wear-
Zorya snapped out of whatever had silenced her and watched Celena with a look Celena had worn only moments before. No, I don't want to look like her.
Zorya it is only temporary until we find-
Her? What if she is gone Celena? Will you have me be the princess? Dress like her, act like her until you can find her? Celena's reply died on her lips as a wry smile wanted to escape her. So, the princess and Zorya did have nearly the same intelligence.
If it is necessary Zorya, after all Hiwero may take this as a sign that Celet is weakened and act with all their forces at once, Celena said softly, hoping her words would reach Zorya. The dark red head remained silent even as Celena reached into the closet and pulled out a simple dress of dark blue and green, Celet's colors. Now then-
I don't want to be her. I don't want to look like her, Zorya protested. Celena shook her head, still holding the dress in her hands.
Zorya think for the good of Celet, the princess must not be missing. No one will notice your hair too much. On second thought perhaps we should cover it-
I'm not going to be her Celena! Not now, not for an hour, not for a day, not ever! I can't be her! Zorya nearly screamed. Celena stopped in her tracks and turned around, fixing Zorya with her cold eyes. She ignored the tears of anger that sprinkled Zorya's cheeks and how Zorya's hands were clenched and rested on her abdomen.
Zorya don't start acting like her! I know you're in pain, I know how you feel, you want to be yourself but you can't now because of circumstances out of your control. Zorya if she is gone then Celet must go on until we find her and that means you must do what you deem as right. She took a deep breath hoping she'd gotten the point across. Zorya wiped her tired eyes and remained silent. So what is for Celet's best interest Zorya?


Refina allowed one eyebrow to rise as she looked at the boy on horseback. He couldn't run away, that much was certain as his hands were bound to the saddle and reins which she held. His blue eyes went all over though, as if seeing the freshly fallen snow for the first time. What is wrong with you?
Not willing, no, not willing. Shut up! he seemed to be talking to himself, unaware of what he was doing. Refina watched him for another minute then looked back at the unconscious heap tied to the horse behind her. It made for an uncomfortable ride, but it insured she wouldn't lose the goddess
Well goddess, I must say I thought you'd put up more of a fight, she taunted the unconscious body. And I don't know... look more like me perhaps, she said in a light tone. But not all of us can be so gifted now can we? She gave the goddess' cheek a light slap which did nothing but turn the pale skin red for a few minutes. She waited, expecting to be struck down by lightning, drowned in a sudden flood or consumed by fire; nothing happened. The smirk not leaving her face, Refina gave her horse a kick and increased its pace. Refina, in her own mind, was invincible. After all how many people kidnapped a goddess, insulted them, slapped them and lived? Me, just me.
Not the goddess, shut up! You have the wrong person, she's not the goddess, the prince of Hiwero said calmly, and Refina ignored him. After all why should she listen to a raving lunatic? It was bad enough he drew attention to them when she wanted a drink. That last sentence had almost been coherent though and Refina tightened her grip on his horse's reins.
Do I have to remind you to be quiet or shall I throw you in a stream again, hm? she threatened the prince. As she locked her angry eyes with his however, she noticed something was wrong with them. His eyes... they'd both been a shade darker than her own only moments before but now, they were a vivid green.
If you wish for the sorcerers to hear of this, I'd suggest you don't, he replied smoothly.
Amazing the zombie has a tongue, Refina commented dryly and kicked her horse again, hoping the rough ride would shut him up. She had no interest in speaking with him at all, her job was after all only to make sure the goddess was secure at the outpost.
If you don't want to listen to-
I don't, she snapped and pulled on his horse's reins, causing it to skip a beat and lurch forward for a moment. Refina kept her eyes on the road ahead of her, waiting for the next landmark.
She didn't see the small smile that was on the prince's lips, nor did she hear his soft, Fine, your choice to be the sorcerers next puppet.


King Kaele forced himself into a sitting position, forced himself to stay awake. He wouldn't dare let them take him now... Before him were his four most trusted advisors, their black cloaks a harsh reminder of the death he barely eluded even now. The silvery blond girl, his niece's second advisor, was also in the room next to the near twin of Galese.
King Kaele we've searched, discretely of course, and have found no sign of your niece, Foruma told him solemnly. Kaele shut his eyes, refusing to accept it. No, why would she leave? Galese, you knew how important your birthday was-
Could it be Hiwero?
Possibly my king. The General of the dragonslayers informed me one of his men was found knocked unconscious in the gardens last night, the blond said softly. Kaele opened his dark eyes, pain echoing from their depths.
What are our options?
Admit that the princess has been kidnapped sire, or call off the ball under the pretense that she is ill, Kuaru replied. Idly the king wondered why the same one rarely spoke twice. It was distracting to look at the last speaker only to hear someone else say their part.
Or your highness if I may be so bold as to make a suggestion myself? The girl took a step forward, a warm and sincere smile on her face.
You may, provided it is better than my own advisors' plan, he replied wearily and forced himself to sit up straighter. The girl gave him a small curtsy, she certainly is more courteous than the General.
Sire, the princess sent word that an attack had befallen her only sixteen moons ago and that her bodyguard was unharmed. We shall state that unfortunately a second assassin slipped through our defenses and this time has severely injured her protector-
Why? That plan gives Galese enough time to recover from the scratch but not Zorya, and may I remind you it is galese who is missing, not Zorya, The king interrupted her, his normally weak voice strong now that he had control.
The girl smiled again, a sly smile this time and made a motion for Zorya. The other advisor stepped forward, a mixture of emotions on her face made it hard to guess what would happen next. My king, the princess is right here. No one shall be the wiser at the ball, her eyes greener due to age or a trick of the light and her hair can be dyed.
King Kaele opened his mouth to scold her for even considering to replace his precious niece but stopped of his own accord. The girl next to Celena had every feature of his Galese, every hair, every mark of the skin, the timbre of her voice even. The only difference was the hair and eyes, one of which could be altered... Kaele took that moment to slump downward in his chair, one hand massaging a temple as he felt a headache coming on. Lady Pele, are you willing to take Galese's place if only for a short while? he reverted back to his tired voice. The girl looked down at her feet for a moment then nodded, though he could not be sure if she had spoken. Speak up.
I said yes, Galese did help me when I arrived and I owe it to her country to help them. If the king had paid more attention he may have caught the sarcasm in her voice but he didn't care. His country had a plan, and would not lose face in the war at having the princess whisked away from under their noses.


Princess please! Hold still or else I can't finished your hair, one servant said behind her and Zorya felt her hair yanked and braided into place. No, not her normal dark red hair but black as night. How the hell did I agree to this? A harsh pull on her hair made Zorya close her eyes in pain and anger. There, all done. Now don't you look lovely!
Zorya opened her eyes to see a stranger. Certainly they looked like herself with pale skin and grey-green eyes but the hair... the midnight tresses were pulled up in a braid that stopped intricately in a bun at the back of her head and allowed the remaining hair to tumble down her neck. In the mirror Zorya noticed Celena still standing in the back of the room. Her face blank Zorya continued to stare at her reflection, of the stranger in the looking glass.
Well princess I suppose we can begin your lessons again. You may leave, the last command was directed to the servant who had skillfully pulled her hair into the mess it was in now. Not me.

Yes, we can't have you walking around and then discovered by a slip of the tongue. Now I guess we'll start with the Celet bloodline, family history and Celet's growth as a nation... Zorya listened patiently as Celena recited an endless amount of facts. Zorya began to stare off into space as the words blurred together, just a dull background noise now. How was she to know if what Celena told her was a lie or fact? And that ended the great famine of crystal northeast, after that however...the floods are what created the trade agreement between Basram and Celet in Amethyst northeast. That resulted in the marriage of one of Celet's minor dukes' betrothal to Basram's youngest princess and...
Zorya struggled to pay attention, to try and absorb what Celena was saying but couldn't focus. All those dates, names, actions and repercussions, treaties and what not were swimming between her ears, not staying there for all that long. It was futile to fight the boredom within her though. What would she be doing now if galese hadn't left? Training with Cerel or doing something better than this. With a barely audible thump Zorya's head slipped off of the hand she'd used to prop it up and fell to the desk she was at.
Yes diamond southwest, marriage of Celet and Goranul, borders changed, she said hoping the vaguely familiar words were correct.
Yes but, are you awake? Zorya picked herself up and caught Celena's stare in the mirror. Its only been a few hours how can you-
Few hours?! Celena The ball is in a day you expected me be able to act like Galese when all we're doing is rattling off facts from a book? Celena sighed and turned around, her back to the mirror now.
Can you dance?
What? No not well-
Good then you'll be on your toes for your next lesson. Wait here. celena left the room and Zorya slumped downward again. Not like I have a choice. There is always a choice goddess, whether or not the choice is right or wrong does not matter. What matters is the feelings behind the choice. Zorya sat up straight, her eyes searching the mirror for the person behind her. The room remained empty however, even as she realized what had spoken. When can I go?
When we are safe.
An eyebrow came down in frustration and she focused on the mirror, hoping to draw out whoever was speaking with her. And when will that be?
Princess, if you'd be so kind, Celena spoke up. Zorya blinked and it seemed both Celena and a young man had appeared out of thin air. She turned around to face them, not trusting the mirror before her. No, she recognized this young man. Isn't he one of the dragonslayers? I have enlisted one of Gaea's best dancers to help you prepare. I'm sure you remember Gatty.
Yes, but why? Zorya asked and stood up, absently smoothing the wrinkles that had formed from her time in the chair. Celena offered Zorya a warm smile now, although her blue eyes were on the man next to her. He didn't look like a dragonslayer now, aside from the thick leather pants they wore all the time. His shirt was pure white and loose on his frame, giving him ample room for movement.
Surely you didn't think you would sit and watch everyone at your own dance. Now, I will dance with Gatty first to demonstrate the dance and then-
You're positive King Kaele ordered Lord Dilandau to let me do this? Gatty interrupted nervously. Celena did not look at him now though, her deceiving blue eyes focused on Zorya.
Of course Gatty, now let's start with an easy dance. An Asturian folk song perhaps? Now watch Zorya, Celena reminded her as she and Gatty walked to the middle of the room. Gatty placed one hand on Celena's hip, the other held her right hand as Celena did likewise, with the exception of putting her hand on his shoulder instead of his hip. They began to move, awkwardly as first without music but they made the transition smoothly and Zorya could almost hear the music all around her.
She was entranced as the young man, so skilled with a sword and dagger, danced with Celena. They looked perfect as the light of late afternoon filtered in from the room's wide windows. Zorya herself would've been content to just watch them, to watch their elegant display of nimble feet. It came to an end though, with them standing in the center of the room for a moment longer, their blue eyes locked on the other's. A faint blush crept up on Celena's cheeks but she turned away from Zorya and prevented her from noticing it.
Your turn Zorya. Do just as I did. Zorya however did not miss the airy quality in Celena's voice, she knew it well enough from listening to Galese. Gatty was quick to mask any emotion on his face however and smiled as she took a step towards him.
he said lightly, and bowed his head. Zorya in turn took hold of her dress' front and barely lifted it up and inch and curtsied, which was an accomplishment since she didn't fall down.
Take his hand and place your hand on his shoulder, yes just like that. Zorya felt uncomfortable in the beginning steps of the dance even with Gaea's greatest dancer'. Gradually however she became accustomed to the dance steps and hand positions themselves. Zorya allowed herself a small smile as they went through the dance again, this time with no mishaps.
Now, try the Freid ballad. Closer, yes that's good. Princess, let Gatty lead. Zorya followed Celena's every word, a bit uneasy with how close she and Gatty were now. She looked up into his eyes as he began the slow steps, a smile on his face. They're so blue...
While Zorya was falling into Gatty's eyes something she never thought could happen did. She was reminded of eyes just like Gatty's, only deeper, more passionate, the color of love and hate itself. An image of the general appeared in her mind, of how close he had held her the night of Galese's little rendez-vous. She remembered his breath on her neck, her back against his front and... Gatty no, slower! And princess you must keep your hands in place. Try it again from the top.


It'd been days, days since he saw her last. Still everywhere he looked he'd see a flash of grey-green or even that dark red from her hair. He couldn't take it anymore! Who's on the list Latro? he stated calmly, hoping to distract himself. Beside him the still bruised dragonslayer looked down at a piece of parchment in his hands.
Asturia is sending their youngest princess, supposedly she turned eighteen as well. Basram's younger nobility, none of their princes though. Rowisan is sending their prince though. Cesario and Daedalus are both sending their young newlyweds to congratulate the princess. Egzardia will be sending both the prince and princess-
So the Abaharaki nations are attending, Dilandau remarked blandly. He kept his eyes forward as they continued.
Yes, Master Dilandau.
What of Fanelia? The smallest bit of malice seeped into his voice as he said those words, even as the events that occurred two and a half years ago replayed in his mind.
No master, Fanelia sent no reply to Celet. The council men are upset since they've had to reschedule all the dances now, Latro said with a smirk, as if any pain the country went through brought him joy.
So our the princess will have free time at her birthday. No doubt she'll hide behind that advisor, Dilandau's voice lowered, as he began to think. He'd be forced to see her then, he'd be forced to be in the same room as her! The corners of his lips turned downward, how could he show his face? He'd failed to end the hunt, failed to rid himself of her. Why couldn't I end it? She must have the answers, I just need to figure out how to get them.
Yes, but why do you-
What have I told you about questioning me Latro? Dilandau's voice regained its normal tone and he watched the blond dragonslayer from the corner of his eyes.
I was only...
I've noticed Celet's guards are not all incompetent Latro. I may yet improve the dragonslayers. Do you understand? The slayer visibly flinched then nodded, his moth closed. Now, get ready. I expect everyone's uniforms to be immaculate when its time to make our entran-
Dilandau was cut off as he heard a familiar voice bark an order from a nearby room,Gatty no, slower! And princess you must keep your hands in place. Try it again from the top. He was not prepared however, for the fact they had just shouted the name of one of his dragonslayers. His eyes narrowed and he followed the noise, Latro silent at his side.
A door on the left was barely ajar, with still only the first voice audible. Celena... you've borrowed' my slayers again!?! As if he had thought too loud the voice and the instructions stopped. His face set in a scowl Dilandau prepared himself to put Celena in her place, no matter who was in the room. Dilandau pushed open the door, Latro not far behind. He opened his mouth at the sight of Celena and his third in command, however all recognizable speech left him as he took in the scene as a whole.
His third in command, his trusted third in command held in his arms the princess of Celet, their dance interrupted. Although from the way things looked he couldn't be sure what had happened. he finally managed to find his voice, the word grated out low in his throat.
The blond immediately released the girl, who Dilandau turned to next. How dare the princess dare and take one of his slayers from his command! His angry eyes fixed her own dark ones but... there was something wrong. They weren't the color of a dark brooding storm, nor did they hold the indifference and disgust he'd seen in the princess' eyes; they held fear and were the color of a dark pine forest covered in mist. Zorya... was all he could say, his mind suddenly blank.
The questions, no he couldn't get the answers from her now. Beside him Latro remained silent though he knew the slayer wished to speak. Latro escort Gatty back to the barracks, he forced himself to say, his eyes still on the vision who haunted and taunted him at the same time.
Dilandau he is under order of the king to help with the instruction of-
Gatty go with Latro. You are one of my dragonslayers, Dilandau ordered, his voice louder than Celena's. Gatty took a step away from Zorya, still he was too close to her for Dilandau's piece of mind. Emotions ran through him, anger, hate, nothing short of loathing towards his sister.
He is here by the king's order Dilandau! Celena shouted at him. Zorya took a step back under his gaze, and he easily moved them to his third's face. The dragonslayer paled, his blue eyes wide. Anger, hate, disgust, an urge to kill... Dilandau fought the urge to blink, to break the strange and foreign feeling in him, he'd never felt the urge to hurt, to kill one of his own before. But the sight of Gatty so close to Zorya...
He finally blinked, his hand's grip on the hilt of his sword tightened. he said and opened his eyes. Fear filled his underling's face; Dilandau ignored it. He would be obeyed, or else everyone in the room would live to regret it. Gatty walked passed him, the blue eyes did not dare to meet his own. Dilandau turned his head, and met Celena's angry glare. I warned you Celena, I told you to leave this place. I have been far more lenient with you than I should be. I will not hesitate to snuff out your life like some Hiwero soldier next time. Celena flinched and took a step back, the anger not gone from her eyes but her face had paled.
Do not overstep your power princess where you have none, he said sharply and turned on his heel. He did not wish to see her, not like that, not as an impostor...


Celena watched Zorya as the girl looked forward, her shoulders slumped forward and face titled downward. It would take a miracle for this to work, but if it did then all would be well. They'd had to re-dye her hair twice since the failed dance lessons. She danced enough, I showed her the rest. She should be fine, Celena tried to convince herself and nearly succeeded.
The girl before her though, was nothing like the two women she had been. She no longer held the perpetual look of hope that had haunted Zorya's face, nor did she hold the pride and confidence of Galese. She was neither now, just someone pulled into an endless game that could only end in a stalemate. Are you all right Zorya?
I'm fine Celena, and its Galese now. Right? Celena looked towards the door, wondering what could make Zorya turn into this, into a shadow of her former self. Dilandau's interruption was two moons ago it can't still be that.
Of course princess. I'll inform the king that you are ready. Zorya remained silent though she sat up before the mirror's flat surface, the grey-green eyes on the reflection.


Zorya sat before the high mirror her pale skin whiter than usual. She was so afraid, to go and see those people, to be Galese... Galese had played her part perfectly, who was to say Zorya couldn't be Galese? She let out an exasperated sigh before folding her arms on the mirror's small ledge and resting her forehead on it.
She wasn't a princess. She wasn't any of this but she was forced into this and... All will be well, just wait and see, the comforting voice washed over her, soothing her rattled nerves. She didn't notice the servant slip into the room until they spoke,

The ball is commencing princess, the king wished to remind you of that.
Of course, she replied quickly and picked herself up. She stood before the mirror now, the serving woman just feet behind her. Her dark red hair was gone, the still raven hair cascading down her neck to rest just barely below her shoulders. All that remained of her, of her past were her eyes. I'm ready, she said softly and turned away from the mirror. It was time to play her part.
The woman left the room and Zorya followed her, never once questioning where they were going. I shouldn't think like that, not everyone is an assassin, spy or kidnapper. To dissuade her disbelief the grand doors to the palace's ballroom loomed before her.
The guards did not hesitate to open them and Zorya was almost blinded by the light from within. Had Celet ever been this brightly lit, this festive? Hundreds of people milled about but all movement halted as they saw her.
Zorya walked into the hall hesitantly, and inwardly balked. Why did you disappear Galese? Where are you?! To the right of her, just where the steps leading to the floor began, was the king, decked out in his finery. For a moment he stared at her, as if unsure if she were actually herself, or the princess. King Kaele, she acknowledged him, bowing her head as she did a curtsy.
For a moment her right ankle seemed to buckle and she nearly fell to the floor. Her uncle' saw her slight tremble however, and quickly went to her, his arm held out to her. Dear Galese, you look radiant.
Thank you for your kind words uncle, Zorya recited, trying to remember all the court etiquette swimming between her ears. She easily slipped her arm through the king's and crossed the room, guests and residents alike bowing as they passed. Be calm, nothing shall harm you here. Zorya's smile warmed and she closed her eyes briefly, too quick for anyone to notice, thank you, I believe you. Zorya honestly believed that thought, as it was not the fire who had nearly caused her death just a few weeks ago, but the fire who had comforted her and saved her.


Kaele nervously watched her at his side. He'd been afraid they wouldn't pull it off, that they would leave some bit of hair untouched or perhaps not teach her how a princess should act. Aside from her near stumble at the stairs however she looked, and more importantly acted, like a princess. He nodded to a young man and woman, who bowed and smiled at the princess'. Prince Olen and princess Nenale of Egzardia, Kaele supplied as Zorya curtsied to them.
I hope your birthing day brings you great joy and fortune, the prince said smoothly, his light brown eyes watching her as he spoke. Beside him the dark brunette princess smiled herself.
I wish you many more, hopefully as queen and with Egzardia as an ally, the princess joked lightly though Kaele did not take it as the girl said it. After all, how was a king supposed to feel after a crass comment like that? Of course Egzardia could only gain if he died and Galese married Olen...
I thank you for your kind words Basram, may your country prosper, Zorya spoke up just as Kaele had been about to speak for her. Kaele himself decided it would be best to keep silent and they moved onto greet the next guests. A young woman, taller than Zorya was accompanied by a man even taller than Kaele. He recognized the man immediately, as a knight Caeli, one of the few who had survived the Dragon War. Asturia, you have my deepest thanks for attending,
The princess smiled herself and gave the younger a small curtsy as the tall blond man bowed. It is an honor Celet, we've been too distant since the Dragon War, hopefully we can one day rectify that. Kaele himself bowed to the young princess with coppery hair, and the Caeli knight. Asturia would be a great ally against Hiwero...
I hope you enjoy your ball princess, the knight said softly as he bowed and locked his blue eyes on Celet's princess'. For a moment Kaele's body stiffened, he knew the reputation of the knight and if he dared... An almost cross look came over the Asturian princess' face however and her escort rose from his bow, the smile still on his face.
As I hope you will as well, Zorya replied without a hitch. The king let out a sigh of relief under his breath and they continued forward.
Why princess Galese, you are more beautiful than I remember, anther potential suitor proclaimed. Kaele hesitated, should he handle this one the prince of Rowisan? He was perhaps the boldest of the nobility there as he dared to take his niece's hand and hiss it lightly.
Prince Selven, your words are pleasing to my ears. Certainly we shall dance later. Kaele's stress lessened somewhat as she said the lines perfectly. Celena had done her job, all would go well and after this they would recover his niece. The orchestra began to tune, a sign that the first dance of the night would begin. As customary, the princess would continue to greet guests throughout it and join in on the second dance. We may have to change that to the third dance, Kaele thought as he saw the number of potential suitors still waiting for Zorya's greeting.


Millerna waited until the king and princess had passed before she fixed her escort with a hard stare. Allen! You are my escort, she said under her breath in an aside to him. Allen simply smiled at her comment and took her arm in his.
Princess, you need not keep me in a gilded cage, he chided her, his sapphire eyes on her own. Millerna felt her knees go weak at that look and quickly turned away to watch the retreating backs of Celet's last nobility, her coppery hair flowing easily with her movement. There was something about the girl though, something Millerna couldn't put her finger on. What's the matter?
She's different from when I last saw her.
Weren't you only seven when you saw her last? Millerna turned her face to him, all jealousy and anger gone. He was so easy to get annoyed and angry with and yet...
Yes but her eyes, they're different.
Age, a trick of the light perhaps, Allen replied and began to move her out to the dance floor as the orchestra began to tune themselves.
Perhaps. Allen, doesn't that uniform look familiar? Millerna suddenly asked her eyes on a boy with muted blue uniform.
A little. Perhaps a walk around the castle later would ease your mind?
Yes, I'd like that, Millerna answered happily, though the color stuck in her mind even as Allen pulled her to him as the Asturian slow dance began.


Dilandau cursed under his breath as he stomped through the castle's, now heavily guarded, halls. That damnable sister of his had meddled with his life again, this time she'd done something he would not let her get away with. He'd gone to his room after a last minute sweep of the castle with his slayers, a precaution the king had insisted upon and found his clean armor gone.
In its place had been a new clean dark pair of pants similar to his normal leather pants but his shirt was this puffy sleeved white thing. Dilandau Albatou did not wear puffy or frilly things. He'd managed to find the more formal white overlay piece of his armor but failed when he tried to find his breastplate or upper body armor.
So, he'd made do with a dark red shirt that barely resembled his armor, which he'd found packed away in his room, the pants and the overlay. He cast a glance down at his left hand, a softer leather touched his skin there. I don't need to wear them... I'm strong not weak, I'm stronger than he ever was-
A sharp pain in his shoulder broke his thoughts. Dilandau stared at the shoulder and at a cloaked person, probably a servant, who had dared to run into him! Insolent wretch, Dilandau seethed, his hand going for his sword. The person had stopped but their back was to him and did not speak. Dilandau's eyes narrowed as he prepared to draw his sword. There was something... something about the servant though. The cloak was made of heavy furs and other materials one normally only saw from the Adon region of Gaea.
Dilandau-sama, the ball's started, Gatty called to him from the doors he was so close to. Dilandau took his eyes off the man to yell something at Gatty about the other dragonslayer, it couldn't have taken more than a few seconds. By the time he turned back to the stranger however, his hand still ready to draw his sword, they were gone. Probably realized who they bumped into and decided they didn't want to die.
He removed his hand from his sword and walked to the open doors. A couple was leaving but he ignored them, probably some twit from an unknown country hoping to get aide from Celet. Perhaps it was just as well that the blond knight and copper haired princess decided to ignore the rude men pushing into the ballroom.
Dilandau silently counted his dragonslayers, all of which had been waiting here for him. A smug smile pulled at his lips as he saw none of them had worn the ridiculous shirts Celena had no doubt left them. Each one wore their customary black pants and shirts, a darker version of his own clothing without the overlay.
He turned to face the ballroom then, the orchestra was already in the middle of a song. His garnet eyes found his prey easily, as she danced with a noble from another land. Again that anger boiled within him, the hatred he wanted to unleash. On this rare occasion Dilandau restrained himself, after all he'd get his answers from her tonight. If not, then he'd expose her as a fake. His smile continued to pull at his lips, he would not let this part of the hunt fall to pieces.


Korent watched her, his princess dance with another man. No, she's not Galese. You need to remember that. He was certain that only he knew that secret aside from the king and his advisors. Still, it hurt to watch her, a woman who looked so much like Galese to dance careless with another.
Where are you Galese? What happened? He remembered waking up to Latro helping him to his room. The fellow slayer had found him out in the gardens, unconscious in the snow. Korent remembered nothing except that he'd met Galese and they'd embraced, after that it was a blank. He didn't remember any intruders or spies, just that the princess before the crowd was not Galese.
Dilandau walked ahead of them, his general direction was aimed at the impostor though. Every half hour change the perimeter guard. Cial, Latro, Ryuon and Korent will start the guard. Is that understood? A chorus of yes came from all around Korent and begrudgingly he himself said the word. You may go.
Korent turned around and followed Ryuon back to the doors. Why should they even bother to guard the room? It wasn't as if someone would be kidnapping the real princess of Celet.


Dilandau held out his hand, a smug smirk on his face. He'd find out the answers to his questions one way or another. After all, Dilandau Albatou always got what he wanted... His eyes glanced across the room, barely making contact with Celena's. Leave me be.
No. You cannot-
Oh shut up with this you cannot do this' and you cannot do that'. I am the dragonslayers' General and can do what I like. He bowed deeply, causing a ripple of conversations to rush through the crowd around them. Surely the princess would not deny the General of the dragonslayers a dance, the force that protects this very castle, he said with a wicked grin, waiting for her reaction.
She stiffened, her shoulders straightened, but only for a moment. Certainly not enough for the untrained eye to notice.
Why dear, dear General I could not possibly refuse you. However, I have certain obligations to the guests of Celet. If you'll excuse me. She gave him a shallow curtsy and quickly walked away from him, joining in conversation with several other people. Dilandau brought his hand back to his side, where it promptly clenched into a fist. How dare she do that to me! The prey never humiliates the hunter...
I told you to leave her be, a silvery voice murmured in his ear.
Get away from me, Dilandau growled back turning on his heel, expecting to leave the ball as quickly as possible. Instead blue eyes locked onto his, freezing him in place. Out of my way-
She must play the part of princess now brother, don't you dare complicate this country's affairs further. And you must stay here, she continued, her eyes still on his. Dilandau tried to move, to get away but couldn't. You use the blood, I didn't think girls even received the training.
Don't attempt to distract me, it won't work. And be her protector. After all, her advisor Zorya Pele was feeling too unwell to attend. In her stead the princess has appointed you. Her silky words rested on his ears for a moment, before Celena finally took a step back. Dilandau's eyes narrowed at his sister's underhanded tactics.
You dare command me?! he kept his voice low, due to a subconscious command from Celena no doubt.
It is an order of the princess, suggested by her advisors, Celena replied with a smile, then turned. I suggest you keep your eyes open. No doubt Hiwero desires this princess as well. Never before had Dilandau wished to draw his blade so much. Celena remained there, taunting him by keeping her back to him. I'm glad you understand. Now, I need an escort as well.
I will not-
Not you, where's that third in command of yours? Hm? Celena giggled for a moment, showing him just how different they were. No matter what, despite the fact they both had the blood, were as underhanded as one could get and both used the powers granted to their blood... she was not the mastermind he was. He'd already picked apart several loopholes in her plan. If Takaru had managed to nearly kill Zorya three weeks ago, what would prevent anyone else?
His frown turned into a haughty smirk. He would still get his answers from her. Besides, she didn't say she wouldn't dance with him. That would be when his true hunting skills could be shown.


Celena's words echoed in her head as he dance began to slow. He's Galese's most persistent suitor and will stop at nothing until she agrees to marry him. He will rattle on and on about anything until you're so bored that you'll say yes to anything he says just to shut him up. Zorya stifled a yawn as he twirled her one last time. What dance number was this? He'd already monopolized her for six dances, three of which she was supposed to be free and speaking with the guests.
The last note of the song drifted on the air before the conductor cut it off. Zorya kept the forced smile on her face as she hide her look of relief. Finally I can get a break... She then curtsied once more to the man before her. Honestly, Celena had warned her of Selven and his intentions to marry Galese but the man was... was... just annoying. True he was easy on the eyes but that was it. He lacked any personality except when he rattled off his country's statistics and badly veiled marriage proposals. All of which she had declined in a polite manner. Another dance beautiful princess?
Ah, prince Selven I'm afraid the rest of my night is occupied. What little free time I had you already used, though it was not wasted, she said with a fake sweet smile.
Then one more could not possibly hurt-
Ahem, your highness, the General requests his dance be now, before he becomes preoccupied with the castle guard, a new voice interrupted. Zorya nodded her head, acknowledging the voice's request without moving her eyes from Selven.
Again, I apologize prince Selven, but I have other obligations that you no doubt understand. Zorya did not wait for his answer and turned around, and came face to face with Shesta. Whether it was the soft candlelight that filled the room or the fact that it was night, his tattoo appeared lighter, almost unnoticeable. Dragonslayer, why did the general himself not request the dance once more?
Your highness, I'm afraid, he was occupied, Shesta supplied with difficulty, offering her his arm as he had seen every other man do that night. Gracefully, making none the wiser, the princess substitute took the slayer's arm and was lead across the dance floor. Zorya did nothing but allow him to lead her across the immense hall, occasionally looking at the already dancing couples. A new song had started, a slow one in contrast to the fast folk dance before. So caught up in the dancers' graceful movements Zorya did not notice Shesta had stopped walking or that the General would not wait for her day dream to end.
Princess, may I have that dance, he asked her swiftly, holding out his hand once more. Immediately Zorya knew the words were forced and sure enough she saw Celena standing no more than ten feet behind him.
As you wish, Zorya recited. This wasn't a break, but anything that got her away from Selven she would be thankful for. She held out her own hand to his and allowed his hand to clasp hers tightly. As expected he still wore dark red gloves, with a merely more formal dark red shirt. The white overlay was a pristine white, the hefty breastplate markedly absent from his body.
Princess, just how goes your role, Dilandau whispered as he led her to the dance floor, the song just ending. Zorya glanced at him from the corner of her eye and nearly frowned. He only asked her to dance to expose her as a fake.
Whatever do you mean General?
Why so formal? I've known the princess since I began serving Celet, he mocked her, stopping slightly in the middle of the floor. To her displeasure she noticed Selven not too far off.
Please General, this is a ball, I must be formal, Zorya replied with a forced smile.


Dilandau waited, opposite of her for the the song to begin. He had to admit, in the part of him that was always thinking, strategizing, that she passed for the princess fairly well. She has the power to usurp the princess, kill the king and become a queen. Why don't you take that power?
The orchestra began, the upbeat a slinky slur of sixteenth notes. His smirk did not dissipate as he recognized the song. It was a beast dance tune, from the area of Adon in Fanelia. Let's see how well you adjust princess'. His hand was palm out, the fingers reaching for the ceiling, his arm straight and parallel to the floor. Hesitantly, Zorya mimicked his movement, obviously unfamiliar with this dance.
He held his other arm close to his side, palm facing away from his as well. He took a few steps forward, the circle step beginning to become apparent. Zorya continued to copy him, her grey-green eyes never leaving his own. The red eyes were drawn away from their complementing pair when a grimacing face appeared just behind Zorya. It had to be the twit Celena had complained about the day before. His name alluded Dilandau, and he didn't care. Names of royalty were of no importance to him... unless it was he himself on the throne one day.
The beat changed and Dilandau turned, bringing his other hand up to take the other hand's place. Zorya did the same, and had barely took a step when Dilandau slowly raised his hand, their palms still touching. Hehe, already one strike against you. Zorya stopped, followed his movement, and took a step forward. Dilandau nearly frowned as she beat him to it. Maybe there's more to you than it seems.
He finished his part of the dance, their arms touching and perpendicular to the ground. Dilandau's eyes searched Zorya's before beginning another turn, this time facing her. Zorya did the same, bending her arm as he brought their hands downward. I was not aware the General danced to Adonian tunes, Zorya mused, a self satisfied smirk on her face as his face showed some of his shock. So, she had been taught this as well.
I could say the same of you princess, he stressed the word again as their hands separated. There was no point to it now, no fun in watching her façade fall. He could just leave her on the dance floor, to the nitwit prince and get his answers another day... Zorya's hands firmly grasped his own, and waited for him to lead. I grow tired of this dance princess, I bid you-
You will do no such thing! Zorya hissed at him through clenched teeth, moving her feet just enough to make it appear she was dancing.
You can not presume to order me, Dilandau growled back, low enough not to draw attention to himself.
King Kaele will restrict you to the castle dungeon should you not go along with tonight. Now, I refuse to be stuck with Selven for another dance, go sick a dragonslayer on him or something, Zorya whispered as they actually began to rock back and forth to the music. Dilandau mulled it over for a moment and dismissed it with a chuckle. So being a princess has gotten to you.
I do nothing unless it comes from Kaele himself. Zorya's face faulted, turing into a horrible frown, but only for a moment. Dilandau moved to push her away and the next thing he knew a horrible pain was radiating from his foot. Why you-!
Oh, dear General, I'm so sorry it seems my feet have grown weary, though her tone was anything but sweet and kind. His quest for answers forgotten, Dilandau glared at her fiercely and would not have been surprised if his gaze made her burst into flames.


One of Kaele's council took a quick shot of Celet's strongest liquor, the man next to him as sober as he was drunk. You know, if I didn't know any better I would think that the princess and that no good General are doing something behind our backs, he pronounced, the alcohol heavy on his breath.
Beside him the other councilman coughed at his breath and for a moment watched the pair. They seemed to be whispering to each other, neither one's eyes distracted by anything else. They were simply staring at each other, caring for nothing else. You know, normally I would say you're wrong friend but... I'm sober and even I can see it. All of our time and effort wasted on getting her with that Selven-
Ah, but that involved a nice profit, the first mused with a deep chuckle.
True, true. We wasted how much time when this was going on? The first shrugged, which nearly set him off balance and tumbling to the floor. The second managed to catch his friend and joined him chuckling in mirth.


Zorya narrowed her own eyes at him. The same man who had threatened to kill her so many times before was now dancing with her. His ruby eyes seemed to burn with a fire that Zorya was sure was directed at her. Let him glare, he can't do anything and stay in Celet's service. As Celena said, he needs this. Without Celet he's nothing more than the leader of a pack of wandering wild dogs.
You pompous bitch, he muttered through clenched teeth, his grip on her hands tightening.
Really, you're one to talk arrogant bastard, she replied just as heatedly.
I don't go around impersonating people.
Oh really? But you go around into young ladies bedrooms at night.
For a moment neither one could think of anything to say, though Zorya had an idea. She was fed up with having to deal with him. She could proclaim something as the princess right here and now... That would be abusing the power and having no restraints. I'd be no better than him. The music blurred in her ears, as she no longer paid attention to it. All that mattered was keeping that asshole on his toes...
To the remaining dancers, the song slowed, and as it did the comments flew from them once more. Each one worse than the last, each one in a more hushed tone. As their voices dropped their bodies slowly edged together until it appeared that the dance had started as some slow romantic ballad from Freid.
Zorya could've cared less if he were across the room or mere millimeters from her face. Well, no, that wasn't entirely true. She would've preferred he be across the room but didn't seem to notice his face was mere millimeters from her own. Go ahead call me out, get the guards, use your power princess.
I am not like you, she spat at him, in a near half growl.
dilandau drawled, his lips and hers separated by the barest amount of air. As if suddenly realizing how the dance had turned, and that the music had stopped Zorya blinked. Their bodies were touching, her hands slightly behind her as he held them tightly. Zorya's grey-green eyes were wide and she tried to break his grip to get away. Her struggles only caused him to cackle lightly. Something wrong princess?
Get away from me, she hissed, and pulled at her hands with all her might. He released her at just the same moment, causing her to take a few choppy steps backwards. What the hell just happened... how did we... why did he? Her thoughts assailed everything she knew, about Gaea, about him, and couldn't come up with an answer.
Milady, I believe the next dance is mine, another voice piped in and Zorya numbly agreed as the new suitor took her hand. His red eyes were staring at her, laughing at her, mocking her every movement.


Dilandau watched her leave, watched her go to the arms of another. He'd tried so desperately to stop himself from thinking of her before. Her heat was still on his shirt front, her words ringing in his ears. He wanted to stop her dance, wanted to pull her close again, if only it meant he might get the answers he was searching for.
A whole new set of questions assaulted him as he saw her dance easily with the last. She could've denied him the dance, made him look like a fool but hadn't.
Sir if it would behoove you would you dance with my sister? a voice asked him. Dilandau did not take his eyes from the princess until the pair disappeared into the crowd.
he said darkly, not even giving the man or woman the barest of glances.
Excuse me but-
he said again and walked to where his dragonslayers were. The man behind him was blubbering some sort of comment behind him, about the rudeness of Celet's hospitality. That was uncalled for.
I'm so glad I have your approval, he thought sarcastically and hazarded a look at the dance floor. He caught sight of her as a new dance began, her grey-green eyes met with his for only a moment before a new song began and another nobleman approached her.
Dilandau watched her, anger welling up within him as he saw some other noble man dance away with his prey. Absently he noticed Gatty not far from him, probably pulled out to the previous dance by his sister. Gatty, how important is that man? Dilandau asked casually as the other eager couples walked passed him to the slightly empty dance floor.
A minor duke of Fanelia-
Make sure Latro, Ryuon and Cial pay him a visit later this night, he said with a smirk and turned around. Celena was staring at him, her blue eyes blank of all emotion. Well, that was fine with him, he'd actually be at peace for once.
It didn't matter if he hadn't gotten answers in that dance, he'd gotten to her. He heard it in her voice, saw it in her eyes. Still, she'd gotten to him as well. He could still feel her in his arms, her gentle heat as they threw comments back and forth. He shook his head gently to clear his head, to try and think of anything but her, and failed.


Celena watched the small group of dragonslayers that remained apart from the dancers. Gatty himself was at Dilandau's side, taking some sort of order from her brother. Dilandau, remember she needs to play the part-
So? I can have a little fun as well. A few lesser nobles removed from Gaea will do it no harm, she felt him chuckle with that thought and took a step back. She was tempted to look for Zorya to try and see who she was dancing with. This had not been part of the plan!
Don't you dare! King Kaele will not stand for that!
That doesn't matter, would the princess stand for that? I'm sure she wouldn't mind one or two less nitwits wasting her precious time. She tried to meet his gaze but found him preoccupied with something else. His eyes were narrowed, angry at the group of dancers. He then allowed her a sharp glance then turned away with his slayers to relieve the ones at the door.
Celena watched her brother, afraid to put him on his guard. Had she heard him right? More importantly, had she felt him right? Was he angry that Zorya danced with another? Why would he do that? Dilandau's not so confused that he would just... Some small part of her mind rushed to conclusions, which made her asp out loud, making a few pairs of eyes turn on her.
No, I have to be wrong. I have to be. He can't possibly...


Kaele watched her, a sense of calm washing over him. There was only one more dance after this, and she hadn't faltered at all tonight, except for that dance with the dragonslayer... He looked away from his niece' and easily found the man in dark red. They'd danced too close for his liking, though he didn't think she did of her own volition.
Your niece certainly has grown into quite a beauty Kaele, one of Egzardia's advisors commented as she danced with prince Olen.
And I see your Olen has become a fine young man as well, Kaele replied and forced himself to stay alert and concentrate on the task at hand.
We might wish to speak of an alliance, providing of course there are no previous arrangements? With someone Celet perhaps? Kaele's face blanked, they couldn't possibly think the princess of Celet and a dragonslayer were involved! An easy smile puled at his lips and Kaele allowed them to see it.
There are no previous arrangements my friends, however it is my wish that Galese find her own arrangement.
Isn't that unorthodox? an Asturian asked. Kaele nodded but remained silent as the last verse of the song began. What had been planned for the finale? The king of Fanelia had not arrived so who would dance with her for the
But a willful princess makes a just and happy queen, Kaele remarked at last. Then began the waiting, to see who would try to dance with Zorya last.


Zorya curtsied to another nobleman as he withdrew into the crowd. It hadn't been that bad, perhaps Celena had overestimated this whole affair. She made her way over to her and was glad to be standing in one place for a while. Who does the last dance go to?
The Fanelian king but, he never responded to the invitation we sent out. We were hoping he'd show up, I'm afraid he was your best suitor princess, she said calmly. Zorya nearly breathed a sigh of relief, she'd have a moment of rest before the ball officially retired. Of course, that was before a certain prince's nasal annoying voice rung high above the crowd.
Dear Galese, may I have the last dance?
Zorya turned around, her mind frantically running in circles as she tried to think of someway to deter the prince. How many times had they danced? Once had certainly been more than enough, eight times was bordering on insane. Oh prince Selven I'm so sorry but the last dance has already been promised, she said with what she hoped was a sincere smile.
I thought that Fanelian king had it and I don't see him in attendance, Selven replied smoothly with a cool and calculating smile. Can he be working for Hiwero? That would explain his pushiness.
Ah no, you see, she stalled and looked around. The only man close enough to even try and pull this off with was someone she would rather not even speak with.
Well princess? he asked again this time his hand held out to her.
I've already promised the dragonslayer General Selven. I do apologize once more, she said through clenched teeth as she made her way over to the man in red. Dilandau had not been paying attention to them, even if he had only bee no more than six feet from the trio, though now his eyes were on her. she said with a fake smile on her face and curtsied.
His deep red eyes waited on her for a moment and then a smile crawled onto his face. For a moment Zorya's heart skipped a beat, he wouldn't refuse would he? Oh god she couldn't stand to be stuck with Selven another dance, even Dilandau was better than him!
That's right. I was promised a dance, Dilandau put out a hand for her, the smile and eyes concentrating on Selven's face. Zorya hazarded a glance over her shoulder only to see the prince's face turning a lovely shade of red. Hastily she placed her hand in the gloved one and was pulled away onto the dance floor.


Dilandau studied her. Only a few dances before they'd nearly ripped out each other's throats, and yet she had run to him to save her from that arrogant bastard of a prince. I'm sure Gatty and Shesta wouldn't mind a little midnight excursion to rid Gaea of another useless ruler, he thought with a smile.
He then focused his attention on her, waiting for the song to begin. Just what could he do here? Leave her in the middle of the dance and completely embarrass her? Or maybe he could leave her and take someone else's partner. He shook that thought away with the barest of movements, no he didn't want to spend even a second with those twits the noblemen handpicked' as their escorts.
Not a word was spoken between them, even as Dilandau held her hands, waiting. Why was he so nervous now, watching her? She wasn't looking at him and instead was looking at the crowd, more specifically where the king was standing. Worried for your uncle princess? he couldn't help himself as the words flew from his mouth. He had to do this to her, he had to just to ensure he didn't go soft... soft like that king...
Please, let's not start this again, she said wearily and brought her eyes up to meet his. They were tired, and looked more grey than green at that particular moment. Surely this wasn't the prey that eluded him so many times in the past? Then the orchestra began and Dilandau silently cursed himself, which Zorya was doing no doubt under her own breath. It was a relatively old and well known song, but it was from Freid; it was a slow song.
He placed his hands on her waist, high enough to not be considered scandalous. Although, he thought with a new forming smirk, just what would all these suitors do then? And what of the king and those sorcerers? What about you Zorya, princess, goddess, just what would you do?
The princess' put her own hands on his shoulders, the song soft and gentle as they began to sway back and forth. Still, no comments flew between them, although their eyes were locked on each other's, challenging the other to speak. Instead the soft lilting voice of a woman's rang through the ball room. Dilandau waited for a moment, trying to place where he'd heard the words and voice...
Vi attede en lun, de simo fiden visse, de simo fiden omiese. Luminae si de cra-ru en nux. De cravi... Zorya was seemed to be entranced by it, her eyes on the singer instead of him. Slightly annoyed, Dilandau turned them so he was put between her and the singer. He allowed himself a quick look however and nearly grimaced as he saw Celena singing. She always did need extra attention...
That song, she murmured her eyes on him, but not seeing him. The fire...
Dilandau nearly stopped their dance as she said that. Fire again? She mentioned the fire before, when Takaru tried to assassinate her. But why... the song... Doesn't it have to do with fire? He could barely remember the translation but knew it did have to do with fire, and battle and something else. Princess, I doubt your king wants to see his niece falter at such a critical moment, he taunted her in her ear.
Zorya seemed to snap out of her trance only to glare at him. Don't tempt me to throw you in the dungeon, she whispered angrily as the dancers continued to glide across the floor all around them.
Fin dein a loluca en monete genki. Ziren kervale en feluna for entina. Fiden ki, fiden skoro, cra-xinotic. De cravi... An uncomfortable silence overcame them as Dilandau's questions swam in his head. He'd wanted this dance, he'd wanted to taunt her but now that he had the chance to answer his questions... he couldn't.
Fin dain de cravi, vi esca de fin: Favi dain cihi. Nen reve, nen nux, nen gician la covae fer-ru selanu omiese. De cravi...
The fire, Zorya mumbled again, her face angled towards Celena once more.
Vi attede fin, vi attede feluna fiden, omiese-fa. De cravi... A spiteful smile came upon him and Dilandau allowed his face to inch ever closer to Zorya's his lips just outside her ear once more.
Careful princess, else an advisor might think you don't want a prince. She turned her head so suddenly to face him that he had no time to pull away from her. Once more, unintentionally their lips were just barely separated by the air between them
Oh you mean like you and your slayers? she replied coldly. Dilandau's mind blanked, not knowing what to think of what she'd just said. Him and his slayers? What does she mean? He opened his mouth to reply, to throw another nasty comment her way but was drowned out by Celena's words.
Vi attede fin. Qualen-ule de cravi, a sei lain. Ulebe cra-aleben, for en feunis fiden genki. Ulebe cra-qu... De fin...
Each pair of dancers separated and bowed or curtsied to their partner. All but the princess and the dragonslayers' General. His questions... his answers... he'd never find out. Zorya finally pulled her hands from his shoulders and reluctantly Dilandau released her waiste. Good night General, she said none to kindly and eagery walked away from him, to the nobility surrounding the king.


Zorya trudged into the princess' chambers, her body begging for sleep. That last dance... she hadn't been paid as much attention as she should've. She could still feel Dilandau's arms, hear his words in her ear.
She let out a sigh and traveled through the rooms. Perhaps that Selven would actually leave either tonight or early in the morning and she would not have to deal with him. Dancing with anyone, even Dilandau, was better than spending a miet with Selven.
That thought made her think back to the ball, to the two dances. He'd held her close in both... too close. Now that she reflected back on it however, it was comforting to have spent some time with someone not interested in marrying the person she was supposed to be.
Galese... come back soon, her thoughts whispered as she took a step towards her bed, no towards Galese's bed. She shook those thoughts away, walking across the room. Who knew how long she'd be stuck here? What if galese is never found? Will they marry me off to someone I don't know for Celet's sake? I'll never get home and I'll rot like some caged dying animal here. A noise from the northern corner alerted her that she was no longer alone.
She turned around in time to see the chamber's door shut, a hooded figure standing twenty feet before her.
Are you the one from the Mystic Moon? his voice low, but beneath it she could hear-

The cloaked head rose and dark brown eyes, deep dark chestnut eyes met hers. Wild black hair fell into the gaze, almost hypnotizing her. You are not her.
she barely whispered as he advanced towards her.
The goddess of wings. If you are here, where is she? Zorya took a step back. There was something almost desperate about him.
I don't know-
Where is Hitomi? Zorya's mind stopped, all time stopped. Did he mean the exchange student? The green eyed Japanese girl who'd been her friend? The one who had told her to wish for her dreams, that they would come true?
She's on Earth, her words barely a whisper, at a loss of what else she could possibly say.
Hmf. Then Gaea is still safe. his words rang with a sorrowful sound however, which turned even her anxious mood into a melancholy one. With a quick motion of his hand, his cloak spun around extravagantly, following his movements as he took his leave. Zorya tried to say something, to stop him, but found herself unable to do so. He must have some sort of power... Forget all of this, he whispered, the doors slamming shut of their own accord.
Zorya was left alone once more in the room. What... what was that, her voice barely heard by own ears.