The Hunt: Part 20
-ZibbelCoot
Disclaimer/Claimer:
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, Takaru/Ricpen, Rihae, Latro, King Kaele, Korent (as well as the places Celet and Hiwero) are my mine so ask if you want to use them. The song (the English and translation) is also mine so please don't use it without asking!
Author's notes:
Just some little notes about Celena as the apprentice. If you go back and read over (especially part 11 with the dance) what the apprentice says it makes sense that it's Celena. After all, who else would want to control the power of the Draconians unless they already had it? And Dilandau was the only one ruled out with that ambition since he can control them, well his telekinesis at least. And now the teaser that Mother Love has patiently waited to be put in the story. Could this be the last chapter of The Hunt? Quite possibly... You'll just have to read and find out.
Again, the poem is by Vanessa St. Cloud and I have her permission to use it. Isn't she the greatest?!
A word of warning, this is the *longest* chapter of The Hunt yet at 28 pages. Also because of FFnet's new fanfic listings I've decided to start a mailing list for The Hunt. If you want to be notified when a new part comes out just email me (zibbelcoot@aol.com) and I'll add you to the list.
Um... ::sheepish grin:: If you read this before 8:30 pm (EST) on 5/24/01 then you got my whole writing file instead of just part 20. And that had a teaser for a later part so just forget about what happened at the end of this and wait for part 21 to see it again, k?
Hitomi's eyes were fixated on the shape before her, on the thing that had stopped her fall into the void around her. All she could see was a slight outline in the darkness but with each passing second the outline grew stronger and fleshed out the rest of the shape until... she barely whispered.
Was she on Gaea? Was she between worlds in the place Sora had taken Folken and Escaflowne until the god or war was to be called again? The guymelef's heart began to beat the instant she whispered its name. With each glowing beat of its blood Escaflowne grew lighter, regaining its normal white exterior with colored ornamentation. Escaflowne... Van! Van, can you hear me?! Hitomi shouted at the god of war, fear nipping at her heels. If Van was with Escaflowne it meant something was wrong with Gaea... that she was needed...
The hulking mass remained silent, the only response it gave her was a flash of violet from what Hitomi thought was its heart. A growing emptiness filled her and Hitomi could barely fight the despair she felt. It wasn't Gaea, Van wasn't there. She was nowhere... Hitomi closed her eyes and her chin tilted downward in defeat. This was just a dream, a phantom of a memory.
it almost whispered and for a moment she held her breath waiting for Van to speak up. Her green eyes opened and went to where the cockpit in Escaflowne was. It wasn't escaflowne anymore though, not the god of war she knew, the god of the heavens.
It was as if the lighting in the void was reversed and what was white was now black. Black like death... when Van- Fear's fingers ran up Hitomi's spine and if she'd been able to she would've taken a step back. The violet heart beat continued onwards even as the dark Escaflowne was silent.
it whispered again only this time the voice was stronger. It wasn't Van, it was oo high in pitch; it had to be a woman... Help... Hitomi...
On a whim Hitomi looked to her right and saw Escaflowne's left arm raised as well, another human being in the palm of its hand. Blood ran down the woman's arm, a dark colored blood that matched her hair.
Hitomi... help me... the fires... Zorya whispered, her voice growing stronger with each word.
How? Zorya how do I help you? Hitomi pleaded with Zorya. Zorya opened her mouth to speak, to tell Hitomi what to do and the blood that ran down her arm ignited. Just like before... The dark red head screamed in pain as the fire raced up her arm and down to her fingers. Hitomi held out a hand, foolishly thinking she could pull Zorya away from the fires. She could do nothing but stand there, one hand outstretched, as the fire ran down Zorya's torso.
Zorya writhed in pain, the fires dancing all around and over her, funneling into a pillar just like when she was taken from Earth. A moment of relief almost calmed Hitomi. The fire would take Zorya back, it would... A new cry of pain filled the air and Hitomi's eyes went wide in terror, this time she did take a step back, as if unaware she was in the hand of escaflowne. Silver was crawling up around Zorya, snuffing out the fires all around her. It was killing her...
A blood chilling laugh filled the void and Hitomi found herself drawn to look at Escaflowne. Only it wasn't Escaflowne anymore. The other god, the one piloted by that silver haired maniac was in Escaflowne's place. Zorya's screams of agony continued as Hitomi barely felt a cool liquid touch her calves. The red god of death didn't move as the supposed goddess of wings realized what was happening.
No... NO! Hitomi screamed as the emerald spheres winked back at her, the crima claws forming at her feet. The liquid metal ran up her legs, froze her in place as it crawled higher and higher...
Zorya had plenty of time to think as they entered the outskirts of Waesir. When Dilandau announced the palace was only about an hour's ride from that area of the city Zorya almost didn't believe him. She didn't remember taking this route away from the palace at all. I must've taken the back way. Why aren't we going to the palace?
I'm tired and we won't get in. We can sneak in-
Why do we need to sneak in? You're the dragonslayers' General and I'm the princess' advisor!
Who happens to be missing and you weren't there to take her place. They probably think the princess was abducted or ran off by now. Besides, they'll see your hair and your charade will be over, Dilandau replied in an almost tired voice, as if he was too tired to even argue with her. The sun was just beginning to set over the snow covered mountains that marked the Celet border and Zorya could see her breath as she breathed.
All right so this time your plan is better but what do we do until then? Dilandau gave her a look over his shoulder and Zorya dismounted the horse to be quickly followed by Dilandau.
I'm going to rest. I can't very well make sure Hiwero spies won't capture you if I fall asleep trying to-
I'm not completely helpless. I almost killed that dragon myself and I did kill that nymph, Zorya pointed out in her defense which garnered a small smirk from Dilandau that set her off guard.
So you did. But, not strong enough, not yet, he told her as he began to walk off with the horse towards a fairly well sized building.
What's that supposed to mean? Zorya called back and hurried after the two shapes in the newly fallen snow.
Celena had left the princess confused and disoriented at best, something the sorcerer Kuaru was quite pleased with. Imagine, one of the princess' very own newly appointed advisors was out to dispose of the throne of her country all along. That in itself didn't bother Celena at all, it was the repercussions of her actions. Dilandau...
If they went through with everything Dilandau would suffer and she wouldn't let him suffer. She would not allow them to let him suffer. There's nothing more they can teach me so why should I waste my time? Celena thought with a spiteful smile. It had come full cycle as she remembered Syrun saying once before.
Only I will be the one to profit, not them. Even if they had, for the past seven years, been her masters to their Celena felt no attachment to them. Not like the bonds of a brother to sister, of friendship to her brother's slayers, to... It was entirely possible they merely thought of her as a tool to use and learn of just like Syrun.
The Albatous will never be someone's tools, Celena's mind thought bitterly and crossed her make shift room. It was obvious the sorcerer put Refina to setting it up, everything was untidy and unkempt. Another thing that made Celena glad that Refina had been dismissed from the dragonslayers early on.
Her fingertips trailed on the edge of a roughly made dresser, the grain of the wood tickling the pads of her fingers. With the answers she had now, her own assumptions as well as Gatty's, Celena could not allow this to go on any longer. She would not allow them to slay the goddess of wings. She would not let them make her brother suffer.
The inn was almost completely empty which wasn't so bad considering as Zorya remembered the first time she took a step in one. A few stragglers sat at scattered tables and two barmaids walked around cleaning and bringing them food and drink. Dilandau was already ahead of her and at the counter, something that was seriously beginning to annoy her. I need a room for a few hours, he told the person on hand, at which point Zorya finally managed to walk up beside him.
Just yourself or for the both of you? the skinny man asked uncertainly, his eyes going from Zorya to Dilandau again.
Not this again, Zorya muttered and looked down at the stained floorboards.
Dilandau said in that same tired voice. It was about then that his hand interrupted her line of sight. The gidaru.
Note to self, do not travel alone with a guy in the place EVER again, Zorya thought with a growl and gave Dilandau her pouch with the gidaru.
Dilandau nearly collapsed onto the bed, his exhaustion overriding his will to be strong. And once again the room had only one bed although it was the size of two cots and definitely cleaner than their last room. The charger was in the stable, groomed and getting a much deserved rest. He turned around and sat on the bed, his eyes on Zorya who was still at the just shut door.
He nearly laughed out loud at the look on her face. It looked like she wanted to kill something in a very violent manner and he didn't doubt for a minute that it was the skinny inn owner. Instead he let his lips curve into a sly smile as he snickered. What was she so upset about? That people kept implying things all around them? Personally Dilandau didn't find that too upsetting except for the fact Zorya was having very absurd reactions to it each time. That in itself nearly gave him the answers he sought from even before the nymph's bite.
His smile faded for a moment as he remembered the old woman and her persistence with that young man. He couldn't believe that Zorya had even stayed that long if she wasn't the least bit interested, that was enough to warrant Dilandau making sure the boy's body was never found on Gaea at all. Where are we going to go? Zorya asked and dropped their supply bag at the foot of the bed and walked passed Dilandau's side.
When I say so, Dilandau muttered and laid back on the bed, his dirty boots soiling the outermost blanket on the bed. To which Zorya's murderous look disappeared. It was a pity, she looked so alive and vibrant when she wore that look.
At least take your boots off, she nearly sighed and approached the other side of the bed, where a window cut a hole in the dingy walls.
Didn't see enough at the last town? Dilandau managed to keep a straight face as he said it, and let one corner of his lips to tilt upwards.
Zorya turned around and met his eyes coldly as she stood there. Dilandau's smirk held still even though her reaction wasn't what he hoped for. He expected her to be a bright red and stammering just like in the town. Although the gurar paste and nymph poison dulled his mind and decision making at the time he remembered quite vividly what exactly happened.
It suddenly struck him as off that she still hadn't said his name in a normal way, and he wanted to hear her say his name without any fear... But that would in turn answer so many of his questions that popped up like a rose's thorns. Each one could hurt more than if he never bothered to find out in the first place. But if she wasn't afraid, there was always the chance-
No, I saw plenty, Zorya finally replied and walked towards the bed, her face blank and pale. A far cry from the red blush that had covered her face in the other town.
Dilandau stretched his arms above his head and rested the back of it on the red leather gloves. He kept his own face blank aside from the smirk, waiting to see if just maybe he could work an answer out of her response. I was not impressed, the words were short and clipped. Dilandau's eyebrows came down and his lips no longer formed a smile. That made Zorya smirk. Guess you're not as strong as you thought you were.
She walked away from the window then, Dilandau's eyes trailing her in disbelief. She had to be lying but, only Shesta would be able to tell that and he wasn't there. Although how she of all people could lie with such a face was beyond him. She is nothing to you Albatou, bring her to us and we will give you real power.
I'll be back later when you're ready to leave, Zorya said absently and walked out of the room without so much as looking back over her shoulder at him. And for the first time left the General feeling very unsure of what to do next.
She's nothing, simply- Shut up before I find out who the hell you are and let Zorya castrate you, Dilandau growled to the room, to assure himself that he was against the voice as well as to make sure its owner heard his final response.
Zorya roamed the outskirts of Waesir freely and enjoyed being left alone as long as she kept her cloak's hood up. She was too close to the palace to risk walking about with her face completely uncovered. A new parcel was in her arms, something she'd managed to barter with the merchant.
The bastard better be grateful for this, Zorya thought harshly and turned one corner and continued back to the inn. The double moons were high in the midnight sky as Zorya made her way down the street. She still remembered the way back, at least she hoped this was the way back. She caught sight of the tavern just down the block and paused. What if Dilandau started asking things again or talked about the town again?
A faint red blush crept up onto her cheeks and Zorya looked down at the package in her hands. It was so hard to keep a straight face when his eyes went wide and his eyebrows came down like that. Zorya released a soft light giggle and had to gasp for air before long. She'd thought for sure she'd turn a bright red or be unable to look Dilandau in the eyes but she managed to hold her own.
I don't know if I can do that another time though. Maybe he'd drop it, after all he wouldn't want the risk of hurting his again. With Dilandau you never knew exactly what he was thinking or what he'd do next. Although, it wouldn't hurt him if he knew what Zorya really thought. That stray thought pulled up the memories from the last town and Zorya felt her cheeks burn as her giggling stopped in the cold air around her.
What did she think? What did she really think about Dilandau?
Zorya shook her head, as much to clear those questions from her mind as well as those images of the town before. She was going to go home and then she wouldn't have to worry about any of those things. Certainly not those questions Dilandau insisted on asking her.
But I don't know, I don't know at all. Should I be afraid? Zorya asked herself and pushed open the door to the inn, a gust of wind knocked the hood from her dark red hair.
Zorya nearly left the tavern after the door shut behind her. It was nearly the complete opposite of before, with men shouting and singing drunken slurred songs while the barmaids and owner attempted to keep everything from getting too out of control. While the majority of the place wasn't like that, a small group in the back (though their hair was blue and green) was relatively quiet compared o the men at the counter.
Although it went against her better judgment Zorya decided to take a seat and have something to eat. All they'd eaten during the ride to Celet was some sort of meat ration that Zorya could still taste in her mouth. An overworked barmaid came over to her, one eyebrow raised as she removed the cloak and placed her parcel on the floor. So, what can I get for a few gidaru?
Korent threw a pebble at the other corner of his cell, a stray black hair hung limp in front of one eye. Gods he hated it here, it was almost as bad as... He threw another pebble at the corner again, this time harder than before. The small stone cracked in half and fell to the moist and old straw flooring without a noise.
It wasn't fair, if Galese were still around then none of this would've happened. Korent nearly threw his head back against the wall, in frustration and as much as he could punish himself as well. It was his fault, all his fault. If he could only remember what happened, what happened to Galese after he blacked out.
I'm so sorry Galese... Did I do something, did I do something wrong? Or did I not do something... Galese... It's all my fault, he berated himself and flung another pebble at the wall.
A sound came from the cell across from him but Korent didn't even throw his fellow dragonslayer aa look. He concentrated on hitting that one spot with the remaining pebbles. Concentrate, I have to concentrate. I have to remember, why can't I remember Galese?!
Korent? Korent what's going on? Balen's voice sounded raspier than normal, as if the sorcerer had tried to strangle him and failed.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing, Korent growled, his eyes still on the corner of the cell. He didn't see the small fleeting smile on Balen's face or how the dragonslayer had no bruises on his neck at all.
The meal went pretty uneventfully, for which Zorya was very grateful even if the men at the counter were getting louder each minute. For the past few minutes she managed o hear bits and pieces of their conversations and managed to discover that they were all part of Celet's army. Or rather, the were part of Celet's army and they'd been released earlier that day.
Why would Kaele decrease his army's strength if Hiwero is building for a major assault? Figuring it was about time to at least tell Dilandau and get moving Zorya dropped her spoon into the empty soup bowl; the foul meat ration taste gone from her taste buds. Although she wasn't a huge fan of soup that had definitely been her best uninterrupted meal she'd had in a while.
Zorya took the cloak and tucked it under her left arm and held the package in her right hand. The place was still in an uproar with the laughing and the songs as Zorya made her way to the stairs. Of course to get there she had to pass by the counter and somehow Zorya knew that would be a problem.
Just as that thought ran through her mind a man, at least a head taller than herself, stepped into her path. Excuse me, Zorya said and tried to get passed him but he didn't move.
Ya gotta pay a toll ta git passed meh, he slurred and leaned forward so Zorya took a step back. Only she stepped back into another newly dismissed soldier, his cheeks and nose red with alcohol.
Yea honey, ya gotta pay a toll, the new one slurred and that seemed to be a call to all the other soldiers as they began to circle around the three. Zorya grimaced and shook off that man's hands, her own going to her dagger. The first man stopped that as he fumbled for her hand, causing her to drop the package and cloak.
Ah now it ain't that bad, come on, the first said and tried to pull he Closer to him only Zorya fought back. He may've been taller and more muscular but at least she still had a clear head and was on balance.
Let go or you'll be very sorry, Zorya hissed and tried to think up a way she could get to her dagger. The sword was upstairs with her bulky breastplate and the rest of the supplies. A lot of good that does me. Although the men barely seemed to care that she was in Celet's armor.
I like a girl with fire, a new voice whispered in her ear.
She's a live one! someone else shouted and Zorya felt something touch her ass. She tried to turn, to kick whoever it was but the drunk man who held her hands had a surprisingly strong grip.
Let me go! Zorya shouted and struck out with a kick blindly, making one man hop around on one foot as he held his shin in pain.
Not a chance, the second one slurred just as Zorya saw someone in red armor descend the stairs.
At first Dilandau wasn't sure what to make of the scene. Someone was in the center of a group of drunken men, and apparently riling them up. He'd been about to chuckle at their expense when he heard her voice, heard the undertone of fear it held and caught her grey-green eyes.
Now he was not amused. He finished descending the stairs, though none of the men around Zorya seemed to care that he was watching them.
Dilandau smiled at the men, a dangerous glint in his eyes. I haven't played for some time. Maybe I'll get to make up for the last village. His smile widened at that. Yes, he'd have his fun this time. Zorya had the most horrified look on her face and Dilandau was torn between laughing and screaming at the men. He chose the former. A low ripple of laughter escaped him and he put a hand to his mouth but, didn't cover it. He merely allowed his hand to rest on his chin. It held his chin in the palm, the index finger pointing up to his hair along his cheek. His laughter caused the majority of the men to turn and face him.
What the hell are you laughing at? One man growled. Dilandau sized him up; the man was easily twice his weight but that wouldn't matter, he was the better swordsman. A plan formed in his mind and Dilandau had to restrain himself from laughing as he spoke. A little pay back for her little comment before...
Oh no go on. I'm sure you weren't aware she was mine. Dilandau waved one hand nonchalantly as if beckoning them to continue.
Another questioned, although it sounded more like a thought not meant to be said out loud.
Zorya's face began to turn a bright red and she shrugged off the latest batch of hands around her. Dilandau's eyebrows came down in anger while his smile widened in anticipation. Maybe he'd even get some answers from her while he was at it... Why yes, I picked her up off some farm in Hiwero. Didn't cost much but she gets the job done and bears a resemblance to the princess at no extra cost.
Hear that, she's a good one, one man slobbered, his hand already on Zorya's shoulder again. The grin immediately disappeared from Dilandau's face and his hand fell away from his face.
You do realize you may do whatever you want with her, but I will be forced to kill you. I'm sure King Kaele won't mind his General weeding out a few less desirable troops from his army, Dilandau warned them. Zorya face had turned a fairly nice red by now, though Dilandau was more focused on the faces of the men around her.
But there aren't any generals that young-
Dilandau's grin returned but, it was a cruel and wicked grin. It was the same smile he'd worn on his first attack as the dragonslayers' General, on their attack of Torushina and when they kidnapped the goddess of wings. The men, in that instant, backed away from Zorya. Some even managed to mutter an apology or two. Dilandau let his eyes wander the hall falling on each man, a horrible death springing forth with each new face. Yes, he would have fun here.
It was then Dilandau let his eyes go back to Zorya and he smirked as she began to walk towards him. Careful, you have to play the part.
Albatou... For a moment Dilandau frowned but it was just as Zorya raised her hand to slap him across the face. SHUT UP! he screamed at the voice at the same moment he caught Zorya's hand. Zorya tried to pull her wrist from his grip but Dilandau held strong and let his eyes wander from her to the men and then settled back on Zorya. Let me go, she hissed at him, the red steadily fading from her skin.
Dilandau's smirk turned just slightly malicious and he pulled on her hand, pulled her to him. Zorya let out short gasp of surprise, she probably expected him to release her. It was time for a little pay back, especially for that little comment from her before. The men who only moments before had flung comments at Zorya, at the Zorya who he now held in his arms, were quiet. Let me go, Zorya protested again, although softer than the last.
He pulled her that much closer, until their armor touched. He had to make it convincing for the mere soldiers around them after all. If I do then the charade will be up, Dilandau whispered just outside her ear as she struggled in his arms.
Zorya went stiff in his grip as he let his eyes stay on the men behind her. Dilandau adjusted her in his arms so he had a clear view of the drunken ex-soldiers. His wicked smile returned and he made sure to level each soldier with another look, assuring them of their imminent deaths as soon as he was finished with this.
To play into the part, which Dilandau had no qualms with at all, he brought his face closer to Zorya so it appeared their cheeks were touching. The voice was silent, the one who had tried to tempt him to kill her so many times before was silent as if finally accepting defeat. I don't care if some voice accepts defeat, I do not, Dilandau thought and turned his face. He fully intended to just make it appear as if he were going to kiss her cheek. Perhaps Fate had other ideas about the tormented General. The same Fate who stole his mother away almost ten years before, the same Fate that made his suffer the Barren Lands. The same Fate that forced him to be stronger. The Fate that defeated him against the god of war...
As he brought his face closer, to give the appearance of a kiss Zorya turned her head to try and look him in the eye. She'd started to say something, probably Let me go again. Although now she was silent and so was he as their lips almost touched. Dilandau's mind went blank suddenly as if Fate wanted to take one more thing from him; this opportunity. By the time Dilandau moved even the slightest amount Zorya had already turned away, the flush back in her cheeks. He didn't resist this time as Zorya escaped his arms.
Yes, Fate was having fun with dear little Dilandau.
Vee pulled out her chair and sat down, wondering why by the gods it was so quiet now. Hey Vee you missed quite the show, one of her fellow bards with dark green hair told her with a smile.
Did I? Did the god of war suddenly appear and make you a man? she quipped and took a drink of her mug while the rest of the troupe broke out into uneasy laughter.
Nah, some General taught those asses a lesson though after they harassed a girl, a woman with blue streaked hair replied as the bard with green hair glowered at Vee.
Serves those perverts right. It's about time someone did that. Now, anyone see my quill around here? Vee asked, none the wiser as to what just happened.
The door to the room they shared slammed with a fairly loud thud that the whole village probably heard. Dilandau was unconcerned with that however, he kept his eyes on the woman who had nearly found herself the filler of a man sandwich. He'd almost had his answers, he'd been so sure that he would finally get the answer he wished to find.
What the hell was that for? Zorya shouted at him and Dilandau raised a sleek silver eyebrow at her. The smile reappeared on his visage and her little outburst caused it to widen slightly. He still had a chance, he could still find out... I mean, you were this close to-
Oh so you enjoyed being manhandled by those pigs? he asked, anger building in his words. If this was any indication of his answer maybe he didn't want to hear it. Dilandau was barely able to suppress the anger he felt at that fresh images of what happened only a few minutes before. It was not just the men that angered him but that Zorya turned away... If you weren't so inattentive maybe you'd understand that they're not the village idiots and don't believe everything they're told, Dilandau made his excuse quickly and didn't falter in its execution.
So you had to do that? Without any warning at all?! Zorya began to pace before him. He could see a spot of color on each cheek as she turned and began pacing again.
Stop that.
No! You're an egotistical bastard you know that?
I'll take it as a complement, but its not up to your usual standards. Was that enough for you? his tone extremely snide though he felt the opposite as she continued to pace.
Impressive? Are you still upset about that? Oh my god you say one little thing about a guy's-
Besides I thought you wanted a little extra attention, he managed to get it to sound sarcastic though in reality he could nearly collapse at getting that middle sentence out. Zorya stopped her pacing and looked at him with what he thought was a look of complete abject horror anger and shock all at once.
I what?!
Well, you did seem a little upset back in that other town, remember when I had the fever and all the women couldn't help but want a piece of me, he said with a sly grin and took a step forward. The color on Zorya's cheeks deepened, and soon her face was only shades lighter than her hair. Admit it, you were jealous, he said casually with his smug smirk, though he felt anything but calm.
Jealous? I was not jealous, Zorya blurted a bit too quickly to be believable. Dilandau titled his chin downward slightly, his eyebrows raised a bit as he watched her through half lidded eyes.
Admit it. Why else would you drag me off from that woman? he prodded her, his heart beating a mile a minute as it was. His answers, he'd finally get them. Her answers were the only piece he was missing to the puzzle she created the day he laid eyes on her on the battlefield so many moons ago.
I was not! She was... you were... she continued, though the color on her face turned a tad brighter. How could you even think something like that?! I was thinking about the dragonslayers! What would they think when they heard their General was nearly grabbed like a piece of meat in the town square?
What do my dragonslayers have to do with it? You were jealous, he pushed further and took another step towards her, his voice lowered just a bit. Zorya was wringing and unwringing her hands, the gloves taunt over her skin.
Everything! I mean, they're your slayers and you do everything with them, Zorya spat back though her voice cracked slightly as he took another step towards her.
I mean everything with them! What would Latro think if he saw you like that? Zorya finally took a step back and Dilandau froze in place. The pieces clicked into place and she was silent, apparently aware he'd just figured out all of her insinuations.
The pair remained like that, Zorya frozen and her face awash with emotions. Gods... gods no... Dilandau felt his own fear rise up within him, not the fear of death or pain or anything tangible. He'd gotten his answers, gods no... It hurt him, his throat swelled and it was hard to swallow. He took a step backwards, his hands trembling at hs sides. The answers, he had them now. Gods he had the answers now. Was your hunt worth it now? Kill her... kill her for daring to defy a General... Kill her for daring to defy a GOD!
For a moment Dilandau nearly agreed with the voice but forced himself to ignore it. Gods she'd rejected him... Latro... Gods I'll kill you for making her think that. Suddenly it all made sense, especially the scene where he'd stumbled upon Latro and Zorya. Latro wanted her for himself, he dared to think he was better than the General! Zorya's face was white as he finally looked upon it. It was the perfect contrast to what he remembered from the first time he saw her face, when it was dark with soot and dirt.
His face turned cold, the face he used in battles where he had no time to play. The hunt was over! Zorya watched him, almost fearfully as he advanced upon her, his eyes burning coals of a fire...
You.... you thought the dragonslayers and I- he couldn't speak further, his voice trembled with fury and sadness. A sadness he would not admit, not now and not to her. Zorya nodded and Dilandau did not let her eyes leave his. And you and Latro the whole time, he growled and closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at her now.
What?! Are you insane? He tried to kill Takaru and me-
So did I! Dilandau shouted back. And you let him have it!
Zorya's face lost its frightened pallor and the spots of color returned. I did not let anyone have it! And if you say something like that again I'll make sure you can't pollute this place with any of your demon spawn.
A chilling laugh ripped forth from Dilandau as she said those words. Gods she looked so absurd, afraid one moment and then as brave as any land dragon the next. The laugh still seemed to echo around the room as he took another step towards her and she stood her ground. A feeling of deja vu swept over him. Stone walls behind them, her hair the color of night, of death... His answers, he'd been so desperate for them back then. A cynical and inhuman smile was on his face as his hands clamped down on her upper arms too fast for her to escape him.
He would not allow this to go on, not now. Dilandau could feel her body shaking in his grasp, in fear or anger perhaps... Anticipation... Dilandau blinked that stray thought away and the pregnant pause continued until Dilandau's smile turned smug suddenly, cocky and arrogant. My slayers and I... I should kill you for lying...
I'm not-
Yes, you are, his head inched forward, her own remained still, her muscles tensed as his were. I have never done anything to my slayers unless you are volunteering to dispose of one, he whispered and his head inched forward just a bit more.
Tell me liar, what am I? Dilandau waited for the insults, for the crushing honesty that one in love spouted. She had to still love Latro and that was reason enough to kill the both of them. If he got angry enough perhaps he could still kill her...
Zorya's grey-green eyes could not leave him and Dilandau felt himself sinking into them. Just like before, he was falling and falling faster than before... What am I, he whispered and tilted his head downward. Zorya in turn allowed one of his now free hands to tilt her chin upwards, her cheeks flush with blood beneath the skin.
You're... you're Dilandau Albatou, she said softly, as if unsure why he would ask such a question. Dilandau barely noticed that she said it fearlessly, as if it were nothing more than just a name.
Are you afraid Zorya? Are you afraid? he murmured and his face came ever closer to her own. Are you afraid of what I am, of what you think I am?
His lips hovered just above her own, waiting for that precious answer. Waiting for a sign... Zorya said breathily and allowed Dilandau to pull her to him. Gods how he wanted his answers... the right answers... He could feel her breath on his lips, feel her heat through their armor. So close... so close...
Zorya had no idea what was going on. One second they were yelling, the next Dilandau was calling her a liar and then... Questions, so many questions...
Are you afraid Zorya? Are you afraid? he murmured and his face came ever closer to her own. Are you afraid of what I am, of what you think I am?
His lips hovered just above her own, waiting for just a single word. Zorya's head swam with so many contradicting thoughts. What was her answer? Yes, no, maybe so? Zorya didn't want to think now, she just wanted everything to stop for just a minute so she could get her bearings. But when you were in the company of the dragonslayer General things rarely ever stopped. She was afraid, of Dilandau, of Gaea, of the fires and everything else that threatened her but at that moment it was like almost every threatening entity disappeared. And with them gone it left Zorya with Dilandau and his arms around her in such a comforting way... Zorya said breathily and allowed Dilandau to pull her to him not aware just what her answer meant to him.
If only everything would just pause for a moment... Zorya was sure she could sort everything out and find her own way home if that happened. Home... Then Zorya felt his breath on her lips, felt him holding her loosely in his arms but, close enough for her to feel his body's heat. She barely felt his lips on hers when her eyes shot open and she took a step back. No...
His arms went limp sa she backed away, one hand at her mouth. She didn't just... I couldn't have just. Zorya continued to take a step back until she bumped into the side of the bed, her eyes never leaving Dilandau. For once, no rosy blush brightened her cheeks. If Zorya could've looked into a mirror she would've seen a very pale Zorya with a look torn between disbelief and confusion. What just happened? What was going to happen?!
The look on Zorya's face however was nothing compared to the one on the silver haired youth's face. His arms were slack at his side, his eyes not leaving her, and his lips... Zorya fingers touched her own to be sure. He couldn't have purposely tried to kiss her... could he?
But his eyes, Zorya couldn't remember seeing his eyes alight with such emotion. Suddenly, as if finally aware that Zorya was watching him Dilandau's face cleared of all emotion and became a face of stone. So, you're not afraid, he grated out, as if mocking her answer that sent them tumbling into this awkward moment.
No, I mean... I'm not- Dilandau closed his eyes his lips contorting into a frown.
Either you are or you aren't, he nearly growled at her and turned away from her.
No, you're not listening! I don't know-
It's a simple yes or no question Zorya, can't you comprehend that? he snarled over his shoulder though she still couldn't see his face. When Zorya didn't answer him his head seemed to bow down for a moment though Zorya couldn't be sure. I thought so, he said that last sentence so quietly she barely heard it. He didn't say anything else and began to cross the room for the door. Zorya's hand dropped away from her face as she began to follow a few feet behind him.
W-we should get going, Zorya managed to say, her voice sounded extremely small and meek in the inn's room. Funny, she couldn't even think of anything else to say besides the obvious. Dilandau didn't even dignify her with a reply and pulled his blood red breastplate on over his first layer of leather armor.
Without another word Zorya found her own dark colored breastplate and snapped it in place, not wanting to risk Dilandau's wrath if he started complaining about how slow she was. By the time she was finished Dilandau was set to go and had the supply bag over one shoulder. He opened the door without saying anything,only to find the skinny inn keeper blocking it, one hand raised as if he were about to knock.
Um, you left- Dilandau didn't wait to hear him speak and instead pushed him aside and began down the stairs adjacent to their room. Zorya paused at the door way and offered the innkeeper what she hoped was an apologetic look. You left these downstairs, he told her and handed her a black cloak and the parcel she bartered for in the marketplace. That's right I dropped them when...
Thank you, Zorya told his retreating back. She hastily threw Dilandau's cloak about her shoulders and grabbed her parcel only to rush after the General. She had the worst feeling that Dilandau might actually carry out his promise about leaving her behind.
Vee twiddled on a piece of parchment, words scribbled all over and crossed out in some places. She could still see that sad looking woman at the window, her blue eyes so uncertain. That's Lady Albatou, the Dragonslayer General's twin! Do something to her and Dilandau Albatou will have our heads! Vee held the quill above the parchment, poised to finish her work.
Why was she so sad? Was there something she couldn't overcome, something that neither one of them could overcome? The quill hovered, ready to write her thoughts but, Vee was still. The men at the front of the bar were surprisingly quiet, maybe they were afraid that General would go and do something for harassing the girl before. But Vee's thoughts weren't on the perverts, who in her opinion needed to be taught a lesson, they were on the girl. Her brother was the General of Celet, the infamous Black Dragon Dragonslayer General. He was ruthless she'd heard, he showed no mercy to anyone and delivered death as if he were the god of death himself. So why had he bothered to help her? Did it have something to do with his sad sister?
She barely paid attention to the thundering footsteps that hurried down the steps. Vee's quill scratched against the parchment as she found her last line and finished her work. The owner of the angry stomping left the inn's dining area just as lighter more hurried footsteps rushed in. I got it! Vee didn't hesitate to practically shout at her fellow performers. Some of them rolled their eyes at her excitement but, a few leaned in around the table to listen. She cleared her throat and began:
Two sides of a coin,
Head toward destiny true,
Tail turn about and weep,
Do so, one of two.
Arrogant boy, with demon's pride,
Angel faced, the dragon of death,
General of war eternal,
In love with blood's last breath.
Pristine maiden, with regal pride,
Loneliness, your greatest fear.
Lady of innocence, peace in mind,
Love in thy heart, for all you hold dear.
Two sides of a coin,
Two halves of a whole,
Of heaven and hell,
But to live is thy goal.
For a moment everything in the inn was silent, and Vee had no idea how close she'd come to nearly reciting her piece for her inspiration. As it was the bards and actors were quiet absorbing her finished piece. Vee looked down at the parchment, pride filling her.
That was good, very good, a voice broke the quiet and Vee turned around to politely face the speaker. A black cloak covered the young woman while her dark red hair spilled over the edges, like blood over soil just after a battle ended. Vee bowed her head in thanks, taking her hazel eyes off the woman's grey-green ones for a moment.
Thank you.
The woman opened her mouth, as if she were about to say something else when a very loud, and angry, voice filled the air instead of her own.
I'm sorry, but really that was very good, told her quickly and rushed off to the inn's exit. Vee barely noticed the men at the counter who quaked at the angry voice.
She's right Vee, that was good, another bard finally spoke up.
If only that could get us a commission or contract with the King, the bard with green hair sighed unhappily.
You never know, Vee said with a content smile as her eyes ran over her finished piece.
Dilandau was trying desperately to be strong, to be strong for everyone he held dear and loved. But he couldn't very well do that while his father was screaming just outside the room they all were sharing in the smelly tavern. He still wasn't sure why they were here instead of at their mansion, or in their gardens of roses.
All he did know was that when he and Celena got home their father was waiting. No, waiting was the wrong word. Their father was tearing the place apart all the while ranting about the family accounts and where by the Dragon's name their mother was. Celena could do nothing more at that point than whimper and crumple into a heap next to Dilandau while he was forced to be strong.
Just like he was being now, or at least he was trying to.
He remembered their father muttering about the war, the one that started nearly three years ago with isolated incidents of Fanelian towns being burned to the ground. That was how his father was recruited to be a soldier, a lieutenant to be precise, and left nearly a year before. Dilandau remembered seeing him on holiday but never at home without notice.
Then he'd screamed at the two children, demanding to know where the Lady Rihae was. Celena only continued to cry, weeping incoherently about dragons and wings and... That was when Dilandau told his father, looking him straight in the eye and looking as brave as he could, that she was gone. From that moment on they were on the run and Dilandau didn't know why.
They traveled from town to town on what little their mother didn't squirrel away in their accounts. With barely anything of value with them, they left too quickly, the family of three left their estate behind. Why? Dilandau questioned himself as he heard his father's yelling get louder. There were other people with him, Dilandau could easily recognize at least five other men maybe more. The thuds and crashes of objects thrown about made him start in his place on the floor. This wasn't good, and Dilandau began to inch away from the door, torn between trusting his father and not wishing to be on the receiving end of the object's loud thuds and crashes.
He could hear a high pitched voice whining now, pleading for his life. No it couldn't be his father. His father wouldn't give in so easily. But what is he giving into? What is dad doing? More threatening voices and sounds. Dilandau frantically looked for Celena. She was asleep, asleep on the other side of the bed in a pile of blankets twice her size. Thunderous steps up the stairs, the door wretched open. His father bellowing for him to get up, to get out.
Dilandau, get out here now!
Father! What's wrong? Fear gripped Dilandau as he stood up, his whole body shaking. His father was in the doorway, his navy blue eyes cold and unfeeling as they fell on his only son. Three other men were behind him.
I have to get away Dilandau, you know that right? You know I can't go back home, don't you Dilandau? his father said softly and Dilandau nodded numbly. He knew now, he knew they'd never go home again. But why? You wouldn't want me to be taken from you Dilandau would you? You wouldn't want me killed, just like-
Momma... no, no father... I don't want you to- Dilandau cut himself off as he realized he was beginning to snivel.
One of the men behind his father was snickering, while the other two remained stone faced. Good, now is that enough? his father was talking to the other men behind him.
He's certainly a pretty boy, although I doubt he'd be a hard worker, one of the stone faced men remarked.
I'm a hard worker, I'd do anything for father, Dilandau blurted out without knowing why.
He is, he's a very good worker, his father insisted and Dilandau felt that fear grip at him again.
Five hundred gidaru and no more and if it dies within a few days you'll be added to our list as well, the second stone faced man said without taking his eyes off Dilandau.
That's enough for me. Yes, I can get away then... The snickering man gave his father a bag of gidaru and his father stepped aside, his greedy navy blue eyes on the bag. You'd do anything for your momma and I, wouldn't you Dilandau?
Dilandau took a step back as the three men stepped into the room. Father? FATHER!
Dilandau was in nothing lighter than a black mood as they began traveling back to the castle. It did nothing to comfort him that it was Zorya behind him, her hands holding onto him for support. He was strong. He WAS strong!
Still, neither one had said one word since he'd called for her after she dragged her feet in the inn. Which was completely fine by him!
He thought he'd had his answers... he was so sure of it. Dilandau was so completely sure he knew the answers to everything he questioned. But he had nothing, no answers, no solid ideas about anything anymore. And she'd managed to prove him wrong in the course of two miets. Two bloody miets!
Dammit, Dilandau didn't need the answers to any questions. He was fine before them and he'd be fine without them. Who in Gaea's name needed someone anyway? They only dragged you down, made you slow, weak and vulnerable. He was strong, he didn't need anything or anyone for that matter.
He was a fool for thinking answers would make any difference. Strength you gained only when you were alone and now he was utterly alone. Yes, alone... give her to us and you will have power, the power of death... of Alseides.
Dilandau's cold and silent exterior gave no indication of whether he accepted of declined the voice's offer. He merely stopped the horse as they neared the castle's stable door, the guards and stable hands inattentive once more as snow began to fall. Now what? Zorya asked softly and did not leave the horse.
Get off, Dilandau growled and refused to even look back at her. It all needed to be done though, to ensure he would be alone...
Refina was sitting in her room, alone again. She didn't bother to touch the quick healing bruise on her face, as much to aide the healing process as well as to forget why it happened.
Struck down by her own . It was pitiful even by her standards. She should've gotten it fighting off some tentacle from Alseides in the courtyard. But no, she had to be punished by that old man. Its pathetic, why am I even here?
It was painfully obvious that by now she'd never be able to prove her worth, and that was the whole point of accompanying Zongi throughout the course of this war. As soon as Alseides is revived we'll head off for Waesir and he's there. I'll just have to make our short time there memorable, before they kill him, Refina thought with a smirk.
Throughout all this she was afraid, afraid for Zongi. She knew the sorcerers thought of him as expendable and would not hesitate to exploit him. Refina cast a glance out the small window of her room and saw the double moons obscured by dark storm clouds. It wasn't fair... sometimes life was just so unfair... Time to check on the abomination, Refina muttered to herself and got up.
The guard turned down the hallway on a whim. He was supposed to cover this whole section by himself, as opposed to nine other guards when Kaele was alive. He let out a sigh, gods it was so dull now. At least it was until he heard the sounds of footsteps down a corridor to his left. Can't be the relief guards, it's too early...
Who goes there? he called out, waiting for a wayward servant or wretch to step towards him. Instead a white and red clad figure along with another dressed in black approached him. It took him a moment to recognize the first figure but, when he did he drew his sword and took a step back.
Out of my way, the General of the dragonslayers said darkly as he and his cloaked companion continued towards him.
Dilandau Albatou, you are under arrest for treason, kidnapping and murder, the guard stammered and took another step back.
The General stopped in his steps and for a moment the guard thought that maybe he'd go peacefully. Instead the silver haired General began to laugh. I don't have time for your babbling. Move!
This time however when the guard stood his ground the General drew his own sword. The guard nervously brought his blade up, fully aware that he wouldn't live to bring the General into custody.
What is the meaning of this? the black cloak asked as if the guard were farming instead of guarding. The hood of the cloak tipped back a bit and the guard went white as if he'd seen a ghost.
P-p-p-p-princess? Princess, we thought he kidnapped you! The guard gestured to the General, still in disbelief.
Well, it's obvious since I am here and so is he that he did not kidnap me, the princess said as if the whole situation was very banal.
But, I still need to take you in for- The princess stepped between him and the criminal, careful of their swords. She pulled the cloak back just a bit more but all he could see was her face.
Nonsense! I am tired and need to get my rest. Just go along with your patrol-
But princess he- the guard insisted.
Did nothing as he was my escort for my outing. It would not be proper for me to be without an escort would it sir? The princess wasn't shocked at all to his reaction or she hid it well.
Still, I should put him away just until the advisors-
The General looked about ready to kill him while the princess' face showed her clear annoyance with him. What is your name guard?
Kwal, your majesty.
General, remember that name for me so that I can inform his superior of his incompetence, the princess said coldly, throwing Kwal into a panic.
Your grace! No, I was merely-
I can relieve him of his station princess, the General said with a smile and tried to bypass her.
No, your majesty I can escort you to your chambers then inform the advisors of-
I would appreciate getting my rest as soon as possible sir. I'm sure the General doesn't need any coddling.
Of course highness. Kwal bowed to his princess as she walked by. The General stayed where he was, with a frown on his face when Kwal met his eyes. The guard did not need to be threatened so he stood up and followed the princess .
Zorya practically had hysterics all over chambers. The guard had insisted on informing the sorcerers about their arrival. The sorcerers knew about her and the plan but, she was getting the anyway. She dismissed the tired servants when she entered and was trying to dry her now jet black hair while finding a dress she could wear at this time of night.
She didn't even give one thought as to what treason and murder Dilandau was charged with or if she should even get him out of it. Oh screw this, I'm supposed to be the princess. I'll talk with them when I'm ready, and Zorya lazily slipped beneath the covers.
The three stood around Syrun, horrible malicious grimaces lined their faces. Syrun... you assured us the General was taken care of.
I told you that it was assured my spells would have no further affect on him.
But why did he come back?! And with the goddess as well! Paruchi managed to keep his voice from raising too loud.
She'll try to get us to perform the spell. You know that! Garufo exclaimed.
And what do we do? He'll have us release the dragonslayers and then everything will go to hell! Foruma had even more trouble than Garufo or Paruchi in lowering his voice.
The sacrifice must be made soon. And then we will have celet and there's nothing that she can do to stop it. What of Kuaru and Alseides? Paruchi asked, his voice much calmer than before.
The apprentice has helped to speed the process along. It should be ready if the sacrifice fails, Foruma remarked.
If he goes along with the spell syrun? Paruchi asked.
All eyes turned back to the mystical singer who closed his blue eyes in thought. The eyes opened seconds later, an uncertain look in them but a tiny half smile gave away the answer. He wishes to be strong. To be strong one must be alone, he said softly, each word a musical note that could never be repeated by any instrument.
Dilandau was being led out of a caravan. He didn't know how long he'd been stuck there, only that neither Celena nor his father came with him. Salty trails ran down his cheeks were tears had run only a few hours before. The three men that took him had several others in the caravan, some older than him and some younger.
The three didn't say where they were going though, and it bothered Dilandau. Were they being taken to be killed, to work or something else? He was faintly reminded of the legends of boogie men like the Draconians that would snatch up children in the night and they'd never see their families again. Dilandau knew Draconians were not like that, as he was one himself and his momma hadn't snatched up any other children.
A boy with very curly pale blond hair was sniffling into his sleeve while another with a chestnut colored cowlick tried hard not to cry. None of them were of any importance to Dilandau, he could care less who they were but... Dilandau could see more children all around him, and just where he was. He could remember the horrible tales of this place. Where wild dogs roamed and ate anyone who trespassed into their domain, where hundreds slaved away in the mines so others could profit.
Welcome to the Barren Lands. You'll spend the rest of your life working here, one man chuckled as more men approached the group, presumably to herd them to the mines. The other boys were sniveling or trying to get away but Dilandau did no such thing. He'd be strong now... he'd be strong for his sister and momma. He had to be strong...
Ricpen was standing in his room, staring out the window aimlessly. Who was he? Takaru? Ricpen? he called out hoping for an answer from either one but got nothing but silence. The mirror was on the wall to his left and he refused to look at it. Refused to see who he was only to find out he was someone else.
He wouldn't be able to stand that but... Who am I? Takaru? Ricpen? he whispered softly add let his fingers slide down the window pane. Frost was slowly inching towards the glass' center and he could see the dark snow clouds brooding overhead.
What are you doing up? I thought Kuaru told you to sleep, after all you had a busy day, Refina sneered and Ricpen turned around slowly, a lost child-like look on his face.
he said but that was it. He had conflicting emotions about her. He knew her past, but shouldn't not if he was Ricpen. She had that air about her as if he just met her but, if he was Takaru he shouldn't have that feeling.
Refina stared at him from the entrance to his cell, a strange look on her face. What are you staring at?
Who am I? Refina, I know you but I don't and... who am I? he whispered softly, one hand still on the window as he contorted his body to face her. She took a step back, as if his words were poison but she remained in the cell.
What are you talking about Ricpen?
Ricpen? No... not Ricpen... not Takaru, he muttered and turned away. He never saw Refina walk away, shaking her head and muttering about insanity and abominations.
Zorya sat sedately while the servants tugged at her hair a bit too eagerly. It was as if they were making up for the fact they didn't serve her for the past few moons. But did she really want to become the princess again? It's just until the advisors can perform the spell. I'll be free then... I can...
She froze in place as an elderly woman pushed a fancy barrette into her hair. The woman she looked just like...
Zorya, what's going on? Dilandau stepping between them, Dilandau grabbing her arm and pulling her to the horse but only after he'd made the two step down away from her.
Was that part of his questions? But why did he have all of those questions to ask? I mean he and his slayers were-
My slayers and I... I should kill you for lying... Tell me liar, what am I? And then he was so close to her that she felt his breath on her lips. I wasn't lying, I thought that they were-
All done your majesty, the old woman said softly and stepped away. Zorya looked at herself in the tall mirror, momentarily distracted. She looked like a princess, a regal thing that should be admired and loved. I thought his slayers and-
The advisors await your grace, a guard that seemed to come out of nowhere said softly. Zorya turned away from the mirror and set her face as she assumed Galese might. Before she began to follow the guard Zorya picked up the pouch that contained the ever important dragenergist.
Lead the way sir Kwal, Zorya intoned politely, her dress swishing gently as she followed after him.
The moment Zorya walked into the room, she knew something was off. For one, only three of the four advisors were there in the throne room with no guards at any entrance. Just their billowing black cloaks and their almost disembodied heads. Silence prevented Zorya from speaking and it made the guard at her side fidget. All will be well, be calm...
You may leave sir, the advisor on the right said softly. Zorya had a hard time feeling comfortable as Kwal began to leave. Be calm... It didn't matter what the voice told her, she didn't feel like everything was calm.
Kwal, do you have a patrol now?
No, your majesty. He blinked uncertainly, as if wondering why his princess would ask such a thing.
Then there is no reason for you to leave, she said and faced the advisors. All is well, he is not needed... A sense of clam washed over Zorya as the voice got stronger. No, she had to concentrate, she couldn't give in.
Sir Kwal you are not needed. Leave, Paruchi commanded softly. The guard didn't hesitate to bow and take his leave when Zorya made no protest and bowed her head in accord. What was wrong with her, this wasn't right! Zorya could do nothing but listen to the voice as Kwal took a step away from her as one advisor fixed him with a hard stare. He looked about to say something when the doors were thrown open, a chorus of alarming cries and screams of pain echoing from the hallway it led to.
Where are my dragonslayers?! Dilandau shouted, loud enough to wake the dead, as he made his entrance. All three seemed to flinch at once when they saw the General and Zorya refused to let herself look at him and instead stole glances at him from the corner of her eye. A good night's sleep did the General well, although he'd apparently taken out some castle guards to get to the throne room. Maybe I was right. Maybe his slayers are-
They've been arrested as accomplices to your crimes. Guards, seize him! Garufo commanded and Zorya only watched as Kwal left her side to put join his fellow guards in the General's arrest. No... this isn't right... No...
All is fine, be calm. Soon you shall be-
Celena felt for her brother gently with her mind. He was still with Zorya she assumed and close to the castle. Maybe they already made it back... I'm sorry Dilandau, I'm sorry for everything I did to you. I won't let this happen, I won't let anyone ruin your happiness, just like you would do for me.
The sorcerer's apprentice took a deep breath and gingerly ran her finger across the silver streak in her lap. The edge bit at her skin and a droplet of blood beaded on the sword. She barely felt Dilandau's mind react to her pain, to what was about to happen. Now it was her turn to shut down the link. If Dilandau ever found out what the sorcerers had planned and that she had practically helped them accomplish those goals... Celena doubted even with Gatty's help that she'd be saved if that happened.
In one fluid motion the female Albatou twin stood up and placed the sword within the deep folds of her apprenticeship robes. That would not be enough however, not against Kuaru, Refina and Takaru should he prove to be a problem. Celena almost prayed then that Ricpen had merged with Takaru or at least regained control. It wouldn't work any other way... Celena palmed one last item and slipped it up her sleeve and felt the dagger's cool metal rest against her skin. She would be strong now... she would be strong for her brother.
As Celena roamed the hallways and rooms of the outpost no one seemed to be the wiser to her rebellious plans other than herself. Which of course was for the better since if she was found out... Celena shook her head and those particularly unpleasant thoughts away. If this plan was to succeed she needed to believe in it.
Unless Syrun already alerted them to it. In that case I'll make sure Dilandau knows where that half grown mystic is, Celena's mind growled as she came to the entrance of one cell. The door, as usual, was open but the occupant remained inside it as if he was unaware of his freedom. A quick glance around her assured Celena that neither any guards or Refina were around to over hear her.
Takaru? Ricpen?
the reply was by a voice Celena couldn't quite recognize. It sounded like Takaru at first but had Ricpen's undertones.
I have a favor to ask of you.
Why should I help you? Again the eerie almost double voice answered her.
I hold a power the sorcerers cannot possess. I have the power, she repeated as the blue green eyes turned to meet hers. And I can release you from this bird cage. That is what you want isn't it?
What do you get out of it? Celena merely gave him a sad smile.
Dilandau absolutely refused to look at Zorya, to see another battle he failed in. Gods, her' been stupid to even consider- Guards, seize him! His hand went to his sword ready to draw it while he tried to focus on where the guards would come from. He'd killed at least half a dozen just to get here.
Four guards were already in the room, their swords ready to try and test his. Zorya suddenly commanded and the incoming guards, along with her , froze. Who would they listen to, the advisors or the princess? That is not necessary at all. Celet needs every soldier and General for this war. I will not have my kingdom weakened for false crimes against our one chance to win, she continued and walked up to the advisors.
But your highness, they conspired-
To have the General as my escort? So that the invading Hiwero troops could not steal me from my people? I'm not surprised by your lack of concern advisors. I wish to speak with my uncle, Zorya finished, her head held high as if she really was the princess. Dilandau was tempted to smirk at the advisors because of her strength compared to the three of them. But, he didn't; his face remained cold and impassive, the sword still out of its scabbard.
Princess, you uncle. He's dead your highness. By the General. Foruma broke the news to her. Zorya seemed to crumble beneath her façade, taking a step back and putting a hand to her mouth.
she barely whispered and would've fallen if not for the fact Kwal leant her his arm. A twinge of jealousy rose within him but, he ignored it. She wasn't strong enough, she was weak...
Now you see princess why we must arrest them all? They pose a threat to Celet itself and you, Foruma continued. Dilandau sneered at him and sheathed his sword in disgust.
I did no such thing, he broke the silence while Zorya seemed to go into shock. If I wanted power over this place I could've just killed the four of you, he threatened the advisors he knew to be sorcerers.
Garufo began but was cut off by Zorya taking a step forward and shaking off Kwal's arm. Zorya turned, not to watch the sorcerers but to watch him and their eyes met. She looked as if she were just ready to break down and cry but was holding it in. Her eye brows came downward slightly as she forced her lips to remain in a firm line. For a moment Dilandau could almost hear her tell them to lock him away. He could see how much she wanted to punish him for everything that he'd done against her. She turned away from him and focused her gaze on the advisors. The guards took her silence as her endorsement of the advisors' sentence but when they took a step forward...
No! I fall to see how in such a situation as this you continue to try and throw Celet to Hiwero. The dragonslayers are needed and they will be released this instant! If you dare to accuse the General or any of his men I will see to it that you take their place in the dungeons. Is that clear? though her voice quavered as if she were about to cry, the command she used was not missed. She sounded resolute in her decision as if she were the princess trying to hold everything together. None of the advisors said anything but nodded to the guards who in turn backed away from Dilandau.
I'll take you to them, one guard said gruffly, as if unbelieving that their princess would protect the General. Dilandau cast Zorya a look but she had turned around and was already walking out of the room.
We shall hold a meeting tomorrow evening to determine what can be done. I need sufficient time to grieve my uncle's passing, Zorya nearly mumbled, her chin already tilting downward a bit. Dilandau nearly frowned at that. She'd been strong up until- No! I gave up on that hunt. I'm stronger now, alone. I'm stronger alone, his mind repeated over and over up until Zorya stopped just to his side. I wish to speak with your second in command when he is released General, Zorya said numbly and continued passed him.
This way General, a guard prompted him when it was apparent Zorya's words had frozen him in place. What did she want to speak with Gatty for? Dilandau turned and followed, already knowing where his men were being kept. Was that what Celena was trying to tell me? That the king was dead and the sorcerers were ruling? No, she would've been more forceful if it was that important.
Hitomi awoke to feel water at her feet, soaking her skirt and her undergarments. Her socks felt cold as ice as she tried to move, her toes in the middle of a puddle. What? No... Escaflowne! Alseides! NO! Do not appear Escaflowne!
Do not appear! Hitomi shouted and bolted upright, nearly slamming her head into the sink in the process. When she realized she was in her home, in her bathroom that had cracked away what seemed a few minutes before. Don't appear, she whispered and got up shakily.
The water continued to overflow the sink's basin until Hitomi, in a daze, turned off the faucet. Her body ached, as if it had fallen and hit the ground without anything to slow or soften her fall. But how... Where? How? Hitomi's mind couldn't accept something that had been so real. She could still hear Zorya's cries in her ears.
No, it had to be... it had to be a dream, Hitomi muttered and her hands clenched unintentionally. A sharp pain in her left hand made Hitomi look down and uncurl her fingers. Only now a vision of Escaflowne flashed before her eyes just as it had on Gaea when the Alseides threatened to burn it to the ground. She blinked and the vision was gone, but it left her trembling and clutching to the sink with her right hand. A soft pink glow lit her left hand and the area around her. Hitomi whispered again as she saw what had pricked her hand.
The gentle pink light gradually faded, only to reveal a pink stone attached to a dark length of string. It was her pendant, the pendant that called about the change in Gaea's fate.
Celena walked down the center of the thrown room of the Vione with a bit of reticence. This was her first time aboard the Black Dragon floating fortress and it was a bit much for the twelve year old to take in. Her hair was longer now, the curly bangs long enough to be tucked behind her ears now. Only the gentle swish of her dark apprenticeship robes broke the silence of blue flames feeding hungrily on the air about her.
She could remember why she was here now, how she got here in the first place. Her father, he left Dilandau in one town along the Fanelian border. She could remember him telling her it would be okay, that he had to do that to Dilandau to save her. He wouldn't let anything hurt her...
A bitter frown threatened to pull at Celena's lips but she forced herself to keep a blank face. It would only disrespect her masters' master if she showed him the emotions of her past. But the past thrummed within her, her anger... her hatred... Her father... no, the man who sired her, left her as well. Only he had left her to a much kinder fate than that of her brother. To wander the streets of Hiwero's capitol as he ran away yet again. Running, always running, always weak. Mother was stronger than you, the thought of her mother made Celena turn white. Her mother had been so strong and yet her father was so weak...
She continued on her way until she joined a group of seven others, their faces cast downward in respect. Celena assumed their pose as well before one man. A man who had eight Generals of his army lined on either side of the youngsters. Celena almost thought the man was unable to speak when his deep voice almost made the fortress quake. You are the sorcerers' apprentices. Each of you has proven themselves over the past two years and proved yourselves worthy. You will all help to find the location of the ancient armors, Escaflowne and Alseides.
The gods, one apprentice to her left whispered. It was enough for anyone to hear easily in the forced silence however and in a moment the boy was gurgling. Celena, worried, cat her eyes towards him and saw his body pulled up from the floor. He was being choked by invisible hands, doppelgangers maybe...
You will not speak in my presence unless spoken to, the deep voice resonated and Celena barely saw the flash of light that preceded the use of the man's powers. She did hear the apprentice's scream of pain and agony, as well as the sickening crack his head made when he was thrown against the floor. Now, seven apprentices. Pray that you find the armors, the man said softly, all emotion gone from his voice. The remaining seven rose from their exaggerated bows and looked at their masters' master. You will find the armors.
Yes, Lord Folken, they all intoned at the same time to the blue haired emperor of the Black Dragon Clan.
Celena walked unnoticed by anyone through the outpost. No one would dare suspect the sorcerers' apprentice to do anything like what she had plan. When she first left her room Celena had noticed Refina up and about but, she was going in the opposite direction of Celena's destination.
For a moment Celena paused in her steps to check. Yes, her brother was safe. She could feel him pushing her away when he realized she was trying to find him. Celena released a light sigh and continued onwards, the cool steel of her dagger against her forearm at all times. Until she came the cell that held the cause of all her misery as well as her brother's. Celena said softly when Galese made no motion to acknowledge her.
You were a traitor. You were working with Hiwero all along. How did I ever trust you, Galese muttered and kept her back to Celena. Celena's brow furrowed for a moment at the captured princess. Didn't she appreciate anything that was about to be done for her country?
You may not call me that. You were the one that separated us weren't you? You were the one that made me think Ricpen was- Galese cut herself off with a sob and Celena ran her hand over the lock to the cell. This was what she was supposed to do... she had to...
Celena unlocked the door with a key the sorcerer Kuaru had entrusted to her. Trust... Celena trusted no one, no one but her brother. He was the whole reason she was doing this after all. Princess if you wish to live to become Celet's queen I suggest you follow me, Celena said in a hushed voice and turned around. Ricpen... he should be nearing the base of the outpost and untying the two horses Celena prepared that morning.
Why should I believe you? Galese asked darkly and finally turned her face to Celena. Celena could see the puffiness and the redness of crying were still around the princess' eyes.
Because I would never let anything hurt my brother. If you die he will be hurt and if you don't make it back to Celet he will be devastated, Celena said softly and looked down the hall to check for guards or Refina.
Why would-
I think you knew the answer when you flung Refina into that fit a few moons ago, Celena said with a small smile. Galese stood up then, but her stormy eyes showed her unwillingness to follow the advisor turned apprentice turned unexpected heroine. Now hurry, I don't know who's in control of Ricpen or if Refina will decide to finish her patrol.
Celena didn't wait to see if Galese was following her and instead began for the stairs at the end of the hall. The soft tip tap of Galese's footsteps alerted Celena to the fact her plan might actually work. This can work... It can work and then you'll be happy Dilandau. No more lies or false faces to live by, Celena thought as they began down the stairs.
At least her mind set was positive up until she heard a pair of footsteps going up the stairs. Celena had no time to turn around before she was face to face with the only girl ever to make it into the dragonslayers and then be rejected by them.
Celena, what are you doing here and with the princess no less? Refina asked but in a tone that implied she knew the answer already. The blond drew her sword and began to run up the stairs, barely giving Celena any time to think. The sorcerer... the sorcerer knew all along...
Galese, the roof! Run! Celena cried out and concentrated. Her training was not for naught and it took only a second to send Refina crashing down the stairs with her power. After that Celena followed Galese, knowing that would not stop Refina for long.
Zorya rested in her room, awaiting the dragonslayer Gatty. Celena was no where to be found and Zorya bet Gatty knew where Dilandau's sister was. Oh, she could've asked Dilandau but with how quickly his attitude changed towards her... Maybe I made it all up in my head. I had to have imagined it. There's no way-
A loud banging at her door broke Zorya's train of thought and she looked up. she called out as strongly as she could, hoping it was just Gatty. The second in command did open the door to her drawing room but he wasn't alone. Korent came next, followed by Latro (who had the most fearful look on his face) and Dilandau brought up the rear. I requested to speak with Gatty alone, Zorya said and stood up.
Dilandau caught her eye but for a moment before his own eyes narrowed at Korent and Latro. I will not let anything be said by one of my slayers out of my presence. These two were found just outside your room, he almost growled the last part. Zorya turned her eyes to Korent and then Latro. Korent had such a hopeful light in his eyes that died the second she focused her eyes on him. Latro... she had no idea why Latro would be near her chambers to begin with.
They may guard these chambers then while Gatty and I speak, Zorya said and walked deeper into her chambers. Gatty followed only after he looked at Dilandau for permission, something that continued to annoy Zorya. They'd give their lives for him. What did he do that would make them feel that way and why does he abuse his power like that? I had to be imagining things, he could only care for-
Gatty's voice was light and untroubled as if the past few moons never happened and he was never locked up. Zorya realized she had stopped walking in the room that held the hideous pink covered couches and tall windows that overlooked Celet.
Where is my advisor Celena, Gatty? I know you were, friends with her so where is she? Zorya asked and turned her head slightly to get a better view of Gatty's face. For a second his cheeks seemed to brighten but he got his emotions under control. Zorya barely noticed Dilandau was just a few feet behind him, his arms crossed over his chest.
That question is better suited for Lord Di-
I asked you dragonslayer, and you will answer it, Zorya said pointedly and turned completely to face him. Dilandau had a frown on his face but Zorya ignored him, just as he had been trying to ignore her.
Gatty didn't know what to say, at least that's what his face looked like. It wasn't like Zorya had anything else important to prepare for, like being queen of Celet or deciding how to approach the war. I don't know your highness.
What do you mean, you don't know?Zorya asked, one dark eye brow raised.
She didn't tell me where she was going, or that she was leaving. She only asked me questions-
What questions? Dilandau asked instead of Zorya. Zorya bit her tongue at a nice retort she wanted to unleash for Dilandau's disrespect for a princess but held it back. He could ruin everything by revealing she wasn't really the princess.
Gatty's blush returned and he didn't turn around to face his General but instead kept his blue eyes on Zorya. Questions about you General. Dilandau took a step forward just as Zorya was about to. Why would Celena ask Gatty questions about her own brother?
Where did she go dragonslayer? Zorya insisted.
I don't know.
Celena gasped in air as she pushed Galese slightly, urging her to run faster. Using her powers had weakened her. She wasn't used to the strain of her powers, not like Dilandau was. Celena could hear Refina at the end of the hallway, chasing after them despite her injuries. Faster Galese! I need time once we're on the roof, Celena huffed just as Galese reached the door.
It's locked! the princess cried out as Refina got ever closer to them. Celena tried to focus once more and a wave of dizziness surged through her. She could only use it once more or else she might pass out and everything would be lost. The door or Refina? Dilandau what would you do? Celena struck out at the door with her power, sending it flying in pieces and tiny splinters.
Celena screamed hoarsely and pushed Galese through the falling wood bits. Refina was so close... so close... But where was the sorcerer? All she needed to do was get Galese to the ground, to Ricpen and everything would be set right again.
Not so fast traitor, Refina almost giggled and made both Celena and Galese turn around. The blonde was breathing heavily and bleeding from various cuts but, she was still standing and had her sword out.
Back down Refina, you know I can fight you, Celena growled and reached within her robes for her sword. Refina only smiled and took a few steps towards her. Not enough time... Not enough... Celena used her powers once more to slam Refina into the stone wall behind her. The blonde let out a cry of pain but didn't move, which was a relief as Celena wobbled on her feet.
Galese tried to catch her but it was difficult with the Albatou holding the sword.
Galese, Ricpen is down there. He'll take you to the castle. Do you understand?
Celena pushed Galese away then only to see Refina pushing herself up. Will, I need will to make it work. I just need to fly far enough to get Galese to-
You're not going anywhere! Refina snarled and charged them. Celena was too weak to try and use her power against Refina once more. Instead she pushed Galese closer to the edge of the rampart and brought her sword up. While Celena was well trained with a sword and could've held her own against a normal soldier Refina was no such soldier. The girl had been part of the Black Dragon army, and for a brief time a dragonslayer. With a futile death knell Celena's sword fell to the ground, thrown there by Refina's skill with a sword. Seems your brother's intelligence doesn't run in the family, Refina sneered and walked right up to Celena, expecting her to have no other defense.
Maybe it doesn't but, then again you don't have enough to even be considered a dragonslayer, Celena tried to distract the girl as she prepared her dagger. Just a bit closer... closer... Refina's face clouded over and her fists clenched and Celena hid her smile. It was all going to work out.
I'm going to have fun scarring- Refina didn't get to finish her sentence as Celena let her dagger drop to her open palm and slashed upwards across Refina's face. You bitch! Refina screamed in pain as her sword dropped to the stones beneath them, her hands covering her eyes. Tiny rivers of blood ran down her face as well as through her clenched fingers. Celena wobbled as she took a step back but was already thinking, even as Galese began to say something.
Will, will is all that is needed. Will... Celena could see them at the back of her mind, the pristine feathers that had ben denied her for so long and given to her brother. The white wings burst from her black robes with no warning and Celena opened her eyes quickly. She couldn't do this, not for long. she shouted and stepped up to the outpost's edge. Celena could see Ricpen waiting below them with the two horses. Two horses... why didn't I prepare three?
Galese stepped up next to her and Celena extended her wings, blocking her view of anything else.
I'll fly you down to Ricpen and then you two must ride for Waesir as fast as possible. Do you understand? she spoke quickly, aware that Refina was still writhing in pain. Galese nodded and Celena took the princess' hands, ready to fly.
No you won't, Kuaru's voice stated coldly. Celena had no time to turn but felt cold steel bite into one of her wings. Pain ran through her body, almost bringing her to her knees. Celena tried to focus, to think about what had to be done. Her blue eyes caught Galese's grey ones just as one wing shattered into a sea of feathers and blood. I'm sorry. She let go of Galese and instead pushed her over the edge just as Ricpen looked up.
Catch her Ricpen! Celena shouted and turned around, ready to stall the sorcerer. As she faced him, Celena realized just how futile it was as he had already prepare for her movement and sent the sword, her own sword that Refina discarded, into her chest. Celena tried to utter some cry of pain but found her throat to tight to speak. She could hear her blood pounding in her ears as she fell backwards, not enough to go over the edge however. Celena lost the will to control her wings and they dissolved completely into pure white feathers, and one hand hung over the edge. Fervently she hoped Galese and Ricpen had followed her directions, that it wasn't all in vain...
They shall still suffer. Every one of them and you do not wish to acknowledge it. Celena remembered Syrun's words and nearly laughed if the crushing pain in her chest had allowed her. They wouldn't make it back to Celet and Dilandau would still be... Dilandau... I'm sorry... Dilandau...
Refina get up now! I've found a faster way to revive Death, Kuaru said with no emotion on his face. Celena could picture the red lump of rotting flesh in her mind and tried to scream. No, she wouldn't let them use her, not while she was dying...
No... no... she managed to protest weakly as she shut her eyes and felt hands dragging her across the stony floor.
When she opened her eyes weakly they were no longer on the outpost's rampart or roof but in the courtyard. Alseides sat there as if it wouldn't do anything but as Celena felt the hands leave her she could see tentacles snaking out from the god of death. she rasped and tried to move. The tentacles secured themselves about her and Celena couldn't fight as it brought her to the god. Instinctively it knew she was different and Celena struggled more as she saw the cockpit open. The seat her brother occupied only two and a half years ago was empty and It expected her to fill it. was all Celena managed to scream as the tentacles pulled her within the mound of red flesh.
A trail of black feathers waded in the dark blood that surrounded the god of death but no scream or protest shattered the deathly silence amidst the single sound of the cockpit closing over its new host
Dilandau's foot stopped in midair, ready to touch the ground. Something snapped, something crucial and necessary to his life. Frantically Dilandau searched his mind, trying to find it and couldn't. His body fell forward as his mind concentrated harder. He had to find it! He had to! Zorya was saying something, so was Gatty but they didn't matter.
Why couldn't he find it? Why couldn't he... Celena? Celena where are you?! No one answered his call, not even a weak mental wall. Hysterically Dilandau clawed at the lush carpet while his mind tried to find a new anchor. He couldn't find her... he couldn't feel her anymore.
Dilandau suddenly screamed, his pitch heightened with fear. Someone was shaking his shoulders, trying to get him to snap out of it. He couldn't feel her anymore... she was gone.
I'll kill you! he snarled this time pushing himself up. The weak hands that tried to hold him back could do nothing as he sprinted out of the princess' chambers, heading for the palace's ramparts. How dare you touch her! he continued to rant as the corridor ended abruptly and a door appeared before him. Even before he was enraged Dilandau would've pushed the door open easily, now however he nearly sent it off its hinges.
It all made sense now. Celena was gone because Hiwero took her. Because the sorcerers let them take her. I'll kill them all... I'll kill them all... He barely heard Gatty's shouts to Latro to get the other dragonslayers Zorya, Korent and Gatty running after him.
Voices were all around him, trying to make him stop. How dare they try and stop me! I'm of the dragon clan! I endured the barren lands, mastered the wild dogs... I've slain dragons! How dare they- Dilandau's senseless run came to a grinding halt as the voices held him back. No, not just the voices, but their arms and hands as well, trying to pull him from the castle's edge. He cursed them, in every language he knew; even in the language of the ancient dragons. Still they held him back.
I won't let you be alone, not without me Celena! For a moment Dilandau thought he felt something, a phantom where Celena used to be...
With that scream of rage Dilandau pulled himself from the voices, from their cruel hands. He threw his white over layer to the ground, the breast plate quickly following it. He could reach her... he was sure of it. Hiwero is holding you captive... I can save you... I can! He could picture them in his mind, the blessing and curse of his blood. Will was all that was needed to form them after all...
Lord Dilandau!
Dilandau-sama!
The voices continued to try and hold him back but it wouldn't work... Nothing could hold him back! Dilandau's eyes closed as he continued to run, the open air above him an invitation to save her. He would not let her die!
His shirt strained against his will, pulled at his neck tightly as they threatened to break free. Celena, don't leave me! Dilandau imagined the wings forming, first the sail bones then the muscles, then a downy cover and the feathers. A stifled scream erupted from him as his body did as asked, revealing the wings he hid for nearly his whole life. he screamed once more, his vocal chords straining.
For a moment the voices quieted and Dilandau continued, only a few more feet... Something tackled him and forced him to the stony floor. He lost sight of the sky, of his path to her. Celena... he called again, hoping desperately for an answer. Nothing answered him, not even the phantom he'd sensed before. She was gone... forever. he sobbed hoarsely, his body folding into a fetal position.
