The Hunt: Part 21
-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:
So it seems the little prophecy Kaele remembered seems to be coming true. Although the question is will it continue to happen? Just how many chapters of The Hunt left? Enough for me to finish what I have planned. Which is probably at least two.
And finally the warning you've all been waiting for. ::eyes beta uncertainly:: Citrus, yes there is citrus in this. Although between who? Bwahahaha! Maybe I decided to go with the tradition in Escaflowne of main characters not kissing at all. You just have to read and find out. Although if you read my *ahem* unchecked version of part 20 (thank you Mother Love and Golden Eagle for pointing it out to me) you got a taste of it. And now a fixed and complete part 21!
I want to add that this part is dedicated to all the cool people I work with. Jackie, for being the only sane and cool manager at the store. Marco, for showing me the store and being such a nice and patient teacher type person. Leo, for not being the scary intimidating person I thought he was (besides his hair is cool). Rob, for making me smile and laugh when I really needed it (but if he touches those plates again... *grrrr*). And Sandra, who I sucked into the world of my work and who is still working there even with the psycho bitch manager as her supervisor; plus she manages to keep me sane. And if any of these guys are actually reading this... then wow.
Gah, before you start reading I want to let you all know the Vision of Escaflowne Fanfiction Awards 2001 voting period is in (or is it over? The site is still up anyway) and that The Hunt is up for two awards. Now, I'm not telling you to vote for The Hunt but at least go and vote for your favorite fics! Come on, there's good fics in the AU (*cough*Immortal Wings*cough*), Dark (*cough*Playing God*cough*), Song (*cough*Goddess of Wings*cough*), Continuation (*cough*Worlds of Blue and White/Scars on the Heart*cough*) and Action. Seriously, I'm afraid with such great fics like Leviathan's Daughter,Tenkuu no Ryuugekitai and Speak no Evil in my category. So go vote for your favorite fic because these awards are determined by you the readers. I won't be offended if you don't vote for me just as long as you still vote.
Um... lastly an apology for not getting this out earlier (scared you all didn't I?). But doctor visits and depressing movies sorta sapped my energy and I'm still not completely sure how this is going to end. So, read on! And on a side note, the winners of the FanArt contest were Mother Love's pic of Dilandau and Zorya and then Areku's pic of Zorya in the flames. Both can be found here.
Zorya watched his face, contorted in pain and grief. he whispered again before his eyes closed. She could see the tears running down his face. He wasn't as cold as he appeared if he could cry. She's gone. How can she be gone? Dilandau curled in on himself with Zorya trying to stop him from doing so. Whatever animosity Zorya felt for the General disappeared when she saw him in such a helpless state. She wasn't even sure what had prompted her to stop him from flying off the castle ramparts. After all, that might give away who she was... Zorya turned to look at the dragonslayers behind her. She knew Korent already knew, and thought Gatty had an idea of what was going on.
Help me! Gatty grab an arm, Korent you too! The dragonslayers stood motionless, their eyes on their fallen commander. Gatty! Korent! she pleaded again. Dilandau was muttering something over and over, something she could barely make out. Something soft brushed her cheek and Zorya took her eyes off the shell shocked dragonslayers to see if Dilandau had snapped out of it. It hadn't been his hand that brushed her cheek, but one of his wings. Dilandau has wings... Did they know about this? Did he know about it?
The wings shuddered once more, spraying feathers everywhere as the sail bone dissolved into the sea of white. The wind carried the feathers upwards, away from the castle, away from their owner. How did he? What's going on? Zorya brought her attention back to the important thing, making sure Dilandau didn't do something foolish. He was still in a ball, but the muttering and tears had stopped. Zorya pulled his head onto her lap, as much to give her something to focus on as to try and bring him out of it; his breathing shallow but stable.
We need to get him to his room, Zorya whispered, not sure if the dragonslayers would listen to her. Celena's gone. How could someone kill her? She was harmless, and they killed her. For what, to get to me? Tears threatened to overwhelm her in the same way they had exhausted Dilandau only a few short miets ago.
She's right. Korent grab an arm, Gatty's voice broke the silence. The priority is getting Dilandau back to his room. I'll sort this out afterwards. Zorya nodded as Korent took one of the General's arms as Gatty took the other. Just as the two dragonslayers lifted their General Latro appeared with Cial, Balen, Shesta and Ryuon. Shesta, Cial and Ryuon stick by the princess. We can't afford to let the Celet guards get sloppy and risk losing the princess.
The three dragonslayers nodded, not even questioning why any of them were out there to begin with or why their General was unconscious.
Zorya barely paid any attention to the slayers as one helped her to her feet. She'd stopped Dilandau but, from what? Could he have flown to wherever Celena's murderers were? Did I save him or stop him from carrying out justice? Where are the fires now? Why can't you take me home?! The fires were silent as the small group marched down the castle's now empty halls. The king was dead, Galese gone and the advisors ruling the nation. I don't want to be her. I don't want to be a princess.
Ryuon asked gently as they came to a halt.
Cial and I will stay here and guard the chambers while Shesta will accompany you inside. Gatty will return once they get Lord Dilandau to his chambers. She nodded numbly, her eyes clouded over with pain and confusion.
Did you know he had wings? Zorya blurted out and tore her eyes away from the floor to the three dragonslayers. Cial's eyes hid behind his bright red bangs as he looked away and Ryuon looked uncomfortable as well. Zorya looked to Shesta, who's childlike appearance matured slightly as she watched him.
There were... rumors about his blood, Shesta replied evenly, as if he'd chosen his words carefully. Princess, please, you'll be safer in here if it was Hiwero that attacked.
Him... but it didn't attack him. It attacked Celena because it thought I was the princess. Zorya looked down and absently noticed the bottom of her dress had tiny tears in it. A princess shouldn't rough house... I don't look like her. I shouldn't be her, Zorya's mind repeated to herself. Shesta, I wish to speak with Korent immediately once he and Gatty are done with the General.
Of course princess, he said civilly and bowed his head to her before trotting off in the direction of the dragonslayer barracks.
What about the other two? Refina asked blandly as the cockpit to the Alseides shut.
Kuaru grinned at her question. He knew one way or another the princess would be useful. It was a pity that their apprentice had to be so careless. Leave them. Ricpen will unbalance himself and Galese will not return as freedom is waved beneath her nose.
Stuck up aristocrat, Refina muttered and took a step back, one of her hands still across her eyes. It would probably scar but, hopefully her eyesight was still intact. It would be a pity to discharge their now second most useful pawn for a loss of one of her senses.
I expect you to clean yourself up and see the healer. We will not have a blind fighter slowing down our plans, Kuaru said coldly and turned on his heel, not thinking of how she would find her way about with blood in her eyes or worse. We will prepare to leave tomorrow. Alseides will need a few more days to recover fully with its new host.
Refina practically growled behind him, which almost made Kuaru shake his head in mirth. They only kept her in their company now because the doppleganger wished it and she could handle her sword as well as any dragonslayer. He would just as much feed her to the Alseides if given the chance....
Refina looked at herself in the armor one last time. The dark armor complemented her pale hair and skin, it almost gave her a glowing look. I made it, I'm a dragonslayer, Refina told herself again as if she still didn't believe it. Her sword master told her she was his best pupil and it was paying off.
What would her parents say if they knew their daughter was in the Black Dragon's army, in the elite forces? They'd try and dress me up like some doll, Refina sneered at the mirror. The ten year old blond turned away, her shoulder length hair spinning out like a golden halo.
It was time to meet her new master, the one who would train her to be a strong soldier. Refina wasn't surprised in the least when she didn't see any other girls in the dragonslayers, after all she barely expected herself to be one. She held her chin high though, fully aware of how prestigious this was for one so young.
She'd caught glimpses of the other slayers here and there but not all of them. They were still waiting for seven more troops to be complete. Fifteen plus a General, such an odd number, Refina thought as she pulled her hair back into a high ponytail. She gave herself one last smile, sure that she would impress the emperor.
Refina barely made it out the door to her room before she was face to face with the emperor. Refina managed to stutter and threw herself to the ground, unwilling to make a horrible first impression.
Refina correct? his voice was cold and uncaring as Refina stood up at attention.
Y-yes, Folken-sama.
You are being demoted. Your spot in the dragonslayers was needed. Folken began to walk away but Refina was still in shock. She worked so hard for this, this chance to be something and now it was gone in the time it took to snap her fingers.
Another? But Folken-sam- Refina started but was cut off by a silver haired boy.
Weak. That's what you are for not accepting Folken-sama's wishes, the boy sneered at her. Refina stared at him, awestruck and angry at the same time. This was who was replacing her, it had to be but, he wore the clothes of a General. The one to take my spot is no older than myself and promoted to General too?
I'm not-
Refina report to your new assignment immediately and return the armor as well. Refina tried to glare at the silver haired boy, to try and make him take a step back in fear but when she met his eyes it was she who backed down. He had such anger and hatred burning in his eyes, it was as if he were born to fight, to be a soldier.
V-very well Folken-sama, Refina mumbled, still unnerved by the boy and the look in his eyes.
Come Dilandau Albatou, it is time to meet your dragonslayers. Dilandau grinned at her maliciously before turning and following the emperor at his own leisurely pace.
Galese felt numb even as the horse plodded along the beaten path. the voice was familiar and at the same time unknown to her.
Don't call me that, I'm a princess, Galese said weakly as she tried to remain aware of everything around her. It had happened so fast... I couldn't do anything to stop it but, why would I? Celena was the one that helped cause my pain so why do I feel so guilty?
Because she helped me live. She gave me the chance to get back to you Korent...
Fine, princess, what's wrong? that double voice asked her again. This time Galese pulled her eyes from the horse's mane to look at him. His hair, it was lighter than when she first met him, an almost perfect blend of both Takaru and Ricpen's coloring. His aqua eyes were proof enough of that and she couldn't tell who she was speaking to.
It is not of your concern, she snapped. Why was all this happening to her, to her country? All she wanted was to get back to Celet, to get back to-
Galese, something's wrong and-
I don't wish or need to speak to you so just shut up! It's bad enough you tricked me into believing you were Korent when Celena arrived, she seethed, her eyes a dark stormy color. Ricpen, or Takaru she didn't care who he was, blinked at her and slowed his horse's pace to match her own.
I didn't choose to-
But you did. I would think you, fellow nobility would at least cling to what honor you have left. Ricpen's eyes didn't show her any malice at the mention of that past event, not even the slightest emotion.
Princess, if this Korent is what is bothering you then its best to talk about it.
Korent doesn't bother me in the least, you do, she snapped again and applied more pressure to her horse's sides. It took off into a gallop, away from the trotting Ricpen. She knew this route well. In two more days they'd be at Waesir and she was that much closer to-
Out of nowhere a hand reached across to grab her reins and bring her mount to a screeching halt. Galese did not hide her anger in the glare she gave Ricpen who chose to match her pace. Let go now!
Galese, it was not my choice and you know that but you must know this too. What you're about to do is your choice. If you go back to the castle, to this dragonslayer Korent, then you're condemning yourself. Nobility cannot marry the guards of the castle, I remember that much of my nobility, Ricpen's voice took on a harder tone, one that made him sound more like Takaru at the moment.
It doesn't mat-
Yes, it does, Ricpen cut her off and refused to release her reins even though their horses were at a stand still You go back to the castle and you will be taunted by his face for the rest of your days, or as Takaru knew, until the war is over. The dragonslayers will leave and he will leave. His General is more important than you will ever be. No... Korent wouldn't leave me of his free will. Under order perhaps but not his free- But you don't have to go back to that, you don't have to go back, Ricpen's voice was softer now, more like the Hiwero prince she thought he was.
What do you mean? Galese wanted to pull the reins from his hands, to send her horse into a gallop straight for Waesir for what she thought he was suggesting. She wouldn't even consider that, she couldn't...
Ricpen's blue-green eyes held her own before one of his hands moved from the reins to cover her own. You don't have to go back. We can travel to another country and no one would be the wiser. Zorya is on the throne, the dragonslayers her protectors for the duration of this war. There is no need for you to go back.
The silence between the two was only broken by the soft breathing of the horses and the wind rustling the bare tree limbs around them.
Gatty watched over his leader with worry. Never in the ten years he knew Dilandau Albatou had he ever seen him like this. The closest thing he could remember was when it rained and they were aboard the Vione. But even then Dilandau made sure they didn't see him like that for long.
Now Dilandau's eyes were shut as if he were still crying. Gatty felt his own cheek gently, expecting to feel a stinging pain like the time he accidentally saw his General crying. He could vividly remember the pain of the slap, the sound of Dilandau's screams and cries. The frantic rage that Gatty was to tell no one and to never disturb him again.
He was so caught up in watching the still form that he didn't hear Shesta at the door. It took him a miet to take in the sounds of labored breathing for him to turn around. What is it Shesta?
The princess, she wants to speak with Korent, Shesta puffed. Gatty kept his face blank, trying to analyze the situation but, he couldn't.
He screamed , Shesta. Do you think-
I can look Gatty but, I'm not a mind reader. Gatty shook his head, it was better not knowing.
Korent's in his room. He's planning the new shifts. He can go if- Gatty wanted to say but couldn't. After what he'd just seen he would've sworn the young woman was Zorya. Lord Dilandau would've noticed. He would've said something. Unless... Gods he could hear Celena asking him those questions and how he answered.
Yes, just tell Latro to finish organizing the shifts instead, Gatty mumbled when Shesta caught him off guard. The cherubic blond nodded and walked off, leaving Gatty with his memories and questions of his own.
Dilandau's arms threatened to give out at any second. Two years he had to work there, two years of absolute hell. Ah look, it's the deserter's payday, one of the overseers jeered as he walked by; his silver hair dark with soot. Dilandau ground his teeth when he heard that angered by the mention of his weak father. A father he no longer acknowledged.
The prodding continued with more overseers verbally abusing him each day. Maybe it was because of his looks, his looks that hadn't changed since the day he arrived.
The few boys that had been in the wagon that night worked side by side with him. Migel, a boy whose family sold him to maintain their high class living. Shesta, Guimel, and Dallet were picked up off the streets when they should've been home. Ryuon was an orphan with no where to go and so the overseers snatched him up. Gatty who had run from their families to have an adventure and never saw home again.
Guimel and Shesta were behind him, carrying buckets of rocks and energists alike when an overseer stopped them. Normally Dilandau would've continued onwards and ignore what would happen. Only this time the overseer didn't stop Guimel and Shesta to insult them but rather to touch their cheeks. Dilandau saw this out of the corner of his eyes and slowed his pace.
You don't seem to be working all that hard. I think I should put you two to more harder work, the man said almost huskily. Dilandau remembered that tone. He could almost hear the other overseer speaking like that to the frail red haired boy. That was before they found the boy's body in one of the mines, broken and bloodied.
This way, the overseer whispered and Dilandau froze completely. If this went on it was only a matter of time until the overseers would attack the weak deserter's son. Weak deserter's son... I won't be weak, not like him Momma, Dilandau's mind growled as he turned around. He'd just have to stop them before they got to him first.
The man had one hand on each boy's face and it looked as if they wanted to back away but couldn't. The buckets of rocks and energists Dilandau carried dropped to the ground unceremoniously for the most part. The overseer gave Dilandau a passing glance but no more. Get back to work, you'll have your turn deserter's son.
I'm not weak... I have no father, Dilandau's voice was dark and soft which made the overseer look back at him.
Get back to-
Let them go you pitiful excuse for a man, Dilandau snarled, his fists balled at his side. Gods why didn't he have the power like his mother? Why couldn't he make things move?
Get back to work or I'll make you the weak girl that you are, the overseer snapped. Dilandau... He snapped, he just snapped completely as that voice reawakened his memory of that night. Dilandau's fists clenched as he unleashed his anger and watched it throw the man thirty feet back. Guimel and Shesta's buckets fell to the ground with practically no noise as the man screamed in fear and surprise. Dilandau stood in place for a moment, shocked at what he'd done. By the time Dilandau came out of his shock the man had recovered and had his short sword drawn. You little bastard! I'll carve your carcass-
Dilandau didn't give him a chance to finish. He focused on the hate and anger that he felt. This time he concentrated and the man's hand exploded, sending the sword flying towards the now gathering group of overseers and other slaves. The overseer's screams brought Dilandau great joy and pride. After all, he'd learned this all on his own. He was strong; not like his father.
He didn't even realize he was laughing until he wondered what that strange and wonderful sound was. Dilandau smiled cruelly at the screaming overseer and walked towards him. the overseer seethed between his cries of pain.
Bastard... I like the sound of that... Dilandau giggled but could feel a dull ache trying to overtake his mind. No... No... I must be strong!
Guimel shouted and Shesta threw a rock at an overseer who tried to sneak up on Dilandau. The rocks Guimel and Shesta threw bought Dilandau enough time to turn around and be backhanded across the face.
He fell to the ground unconscious and exhausted. That made none of the overseers any more secure as his laugh echoed in their minds.
Zorya sat on one of the repulsive dark pink couches while Korent entered the room. I assume you know who I am.
Yes, Lady Pele, Korent said softly, as if some part of him was desperately hoping she'd prove him wrong.
Good, less time I'd waste explaining it to you. Now, I'm supposed to meet with the advisors and ex-councilmen tomorrow. Korent was silent though he took one step forward. And you are the only person aware of my substitution who has spent quite a bit of time with the princess. Korent nodded in acknowledgment to Zorya's statement. Good, maybe I can get this to work just a little longer. So, what can you tell me of Celet, the advisors and the ex-councilmen? Zorya's voice dipped wearily and she leaned back against the deep cushion.
Not much Lady Pele. I didn't-
Korent, I'm too tired right now to argue with you or to even interrogate you but let me say this. If the ex-councilmen think I'm behaving odd then they won't accept Galese when she returns. It's her reputation on the line this time, I hope you handle it better than you did mine, Zorya used just a pinch of Dilandau's tone, hoping it would get her some cooperation. Korent stood in the middle of the room, resolute in his last statement until his shoulder slumped slightly.
Will you tell Lord Dilandau about us?
No, I wouldn't do that to you or Galese, Zorya said softly as Korent sat down on a couch not far from her own. There was no need to tell him Dilandau already knew...
Then I might as well tell you all I know.
Refina sat on her cot, her eyes shut for her own sake and because of the healer's orders. the healer said it was completely possible her sight would be unimpaired but her skin... Refina didn't need her eyes to stab the bastard in his side, although she wasn't sure if he was still alive or not.
If her skin scarred at all, well, Zongi would make sure the sorcerers knew her pain. Zongi... her thoughts drifted to the doppleganger and a small smile played on her lips. She could still remember the first day that they met on board of the Vione. Just after her reassignment to the elite guards that would protect the sorcerers and apprentices. How old had he been? His hair was shorter and messier, she remembered. He had to be at least five years older than herself, making him at least fifteen at the time.
She'd paid him no attention at first but he steadily became her confidant, her friend. Friend... What are you doing now Zongi? she thought out loud. What sort of form was he using now? His darkly marked body or maybe a human one? It was probably a form she would approve of, she could remember that from the first few das they spent in each other's company. He soon learned what bodies she approved of and would exclusively use them to put her at ease.
Yes, sorcerer? she bolted upright, afraid that Kuaru was there long enough to hear her ramblings.
We will leave in a few days, what did the healer say?
I will have my eyesight back once the wounds have healed, she lied, hoping that the healer was dead.
Good, you'll rejoin the doppleganger once we're at Waesir to complete the goddess' sacrifice.
she said, not knowing if the sorcerer was even there to hear her. When she got no reply Refina leaned back, the pain and itch of healing skin dancing on her face. For all that she was worth Refina began to pray that the Albatou bitch hadn't permanently ruined her eyes.
Zongi was waiting just outside the throne room, his ears straining to pick up everything that was said. Latro was the other dragonslayer on duty, his post to the right of the door. Balen's lips formed a small frown. He was supposed to lead the goddess to the sacrifice. But no, the love struck blond just had to follow him. Syrun can't spin any more love spells or I won't get one moment alone with her, his thoughts more than a little annoyed as the doors opened.
The princess walked out of the room, flanked by a dragonslayer on either side of her. Zongi narrowed Balen's eyes slightly as Gatty and Korent walked just behind her. Balen's face blanked when Gatty turned to face him. Go relieve Cial and Vanator of Dilandau's watch, Gatty said quickly, never stopping as he continued to escort the princess.
Zongi nodded, hoping that perhaps Latro wasn't going to share that post with him as well. It was bad enough that the boy wanted to do nothing more than follow the princess around but if she did show up at Dilandau's room for whatever the reason Latro would no doubt try to stop the sacrifice. I'll just have to make sure that he can't interfere, Zongi thought to himself and began for Dilandau's room; completely ignoring the sorcerers and councilmen in the room he'd just guarded.
Zorya didn't know what to do. The advisors were set against everything she proposed although the ex-councilmen seemed to accept her plans. But why would the advisors protest moving troops? We'd only be defending Celet. No sound broke the room's silence aside from her soft footsteps.
Maybe they were right. What if what I asked for couldn't be done? Zorya wondered aloud. Now that she thought about it even what Korent and Gatty suggested for the troops seemed implausible.
But why is Dilandau hiding himself in that room? Doesn't he realize Celet needs him? she almost wailed to the empty room. She was going to fail as Celet's ruler and then celet would be captured by Hiwero. It was all her fault... all her fault... her fault... You will save us! You must! You cannot fail! she could hear the fires whisper more encouragement to her.
I won't fail! I can't fail, Zorya told herself, spurred on by the the fire. She would just have to make Dilandau realize that Celena's death was not the end of the world. That there was something- Zorya stopped her pacing, almost afraid to continue that train of thought.
An excuse but, what can I say without implicating Galese in any way? Her eyes wandered the room, desperate not to become Galese by virtue of her acts as well as looks.
The servants and hand maids kept her room meticulously clean; the cloak folded over a chair, her package tucked away beneath one desk near the rosy couches- Wait, Dilandau's arm. The healer never knew about the wound and didn't give him any gurar paste.
Certainly not wishing for a relapse of Dilandau's past behavior under the influence of poison Zorya formulated a plan, if only to see, well to see the General.
Dilandau groaned as he awoke, a stifling heat almost suffocating him. He tried to stretch but every muscle ached him. What was wrong with him? He's waking up! a boy's voice whispered excitedly.
another soft boy's voice called out. Dilandau's garnet eyes shot open and gingerly her brought his head up. He couldn't see all that well or perhaps it was because the room they were in was so dark.
Where are we? he grumbled and rubbed at his face, touching a livid bruise mark from one of the overseers.
In one of the holding cells. The overseers put us all in here after you- Shesta said quietly. Guimel nodded after Shesta cut himself off and Dilandau only watched the two of them, more annoyed than amused. If they were in a cell that would mean several days without food as punishment. The dark metal made an echoing noise wen Dilandau sat up and leaned his head against it. The completely metal cell only had slit like openings on the door and that barely gave him enough light to see Guimel or Shesta properly.
Why did you call me he finally asked the curly haired one after the boy refused to turn away.
Guimel didn't back down or turn away as Dilandau hoped his question would make the boy. Instead his pale eyes focused on Dilandau almost reverently. I, we, prayed since the day we got here that someone would save us. And you did, you saved Shesta and I yesterday from that overseer. Dilandau remained silent, something the ten year old Guimel did not expect. He exchanged looks with Shesta before he continued. The gods must've sent you here on purpose, to help us-
I'm not going to help any weaklings like you again. I did it only because they would've moved onto me if they didn't know I was strong, Dilandau cut in, irritation biting at the back of his mind.
Guimel's face fell for a moment and this time it was Shesta who spoke. We may not be able to use swords all that well but, we can try. Migel, Dallet and Gatty I heard all had sword lessons before they were brought here. And Ryuon knows how to handle horses! the cherubic boy stated, his voice barely containing his excitement.
Dilandau-sama, you could lead us away! We could be free! Guimel interjected, his high boy's voice rose even higher with freedom induced excitement. Dilandau looked away from the two boys at the low metal ceiling. Freedom... freedom was for the strong, not the weak. I'm strong, I should be free...
He brought his dark eyes back to the expectant looking faces of Guimel and Shesta. Were they weak because they were in the cell with him or strong for trying to resist? He would only take the strong... I'm going to be in charge of this completely. If any of the others so much as makes the wrong noise we leave them behind, understood? Dilandau said low in his throat as if not wanting to say it at all.
Yes, Dilandau-sama, Guimel nearly squealed.
Whatever you say Dilandau-sama, Shesta repeated Guimel's use of his name and Dilandau grinned. Dilandau-sama, I like that. It's almost as good as bastard...
Dragonslayer Balen, dragonslayer Latro, please move aside, Zorya commanded the two outside of Dilandau's room.
Latro began but was cut off by Balen.
We can't allow you to be in the room alone with Lord Dilandau, Balen stated coldly.
Zorya's face showed him only what she wanted to. Do you question my intentions dragonslayer? Maybe I should throw you to the dungeons for slander, Zorya nearly seethed as her grip on the jar in her hands' tightened.
It is Gatty's order. Balen's yellow-green eyes continued to stare at her coldly beneath his black bangs.
Need I remind you that I am Celet's ruler? Zorya's voice was cold enough to match the look in Balen's eyes.
Very well, Balen said with an air of defeat although Zorya thought she saw him smile, even f it was small and for but a moment. Balen turned the knob for her but, remained outside the room while Zorya entered it.
The door shut softly behind Zorya and she approached the bed slowly, expecting Dilandau to make some movement as she neared it. Fear tainted his name; it was not fear for her life but, rather fear for him. She couldn't remember a single day that the General wasn't full of life, anger, aggression, passion... she called again, her voice soft.
He made no movement and remained in the curled up ball. His armor was still in place, aside from his sword and scabbard which were on the table next to him. A whole day and he hasn't moved at all? His eyes were open but glazed and clouded over as if he didn't really see her. Zorya placed the paste next to the scabbard, afraid that if he did move he'd make her drop the container.
Something in her chest tightened, as if looking at him in that sorry state erased everything he'd done to her over the past few months. Of course, nothing would actually erase it from Zorya but each thing, each incident, had helped to make Zorya stronger. To build her into someone who wouldn't crumble as easily in a situation she was in now. But, here she was, ready to crumble like some half-baked cookie...
This could not be happening. It couldn't... Gently Zorya reached out to just touch his cheek and jerked her hand back when she felt his cool skin. He felt just like he did a few days ago when the nymph- No, I can't lose someone else too... Dilandau? Dilandau, please wake up. Please, I can't be left alone here, not with the fires, she whispered, hoping it would snap him out of it.
When he didn't even blink Zorya felt an anger rise within her. Didn't he realize how weak he looked right now? Weak, Dilandau was weak if he couldn't overcome this. But if Dilandau was as strong as he claimed he was then he would've woken by now...
She backed away from the bed as the realization set in. Dilandau could be like this for days, weeks even... No, I can't hold up that long and neither can Celet. We're not strong enough... just like he said. The urge to just scream and throw something rose in Zorya and she fought against it. She would not act like Galese, she would not act like her... she would not become her!
I won't... I won't, she murmured and continued to back away from the unblinking and prone General. The jar of gurar paste remained on the night stand, just next to his scabbard. Zorya didn't hear the door open or the footsteps behind her until she bumped into something with her back, the armor of a dragonslayer. She turned around only to face the one person she didn't want to see.
What? Latro what are you doing here? Zorya asked, suddenly afraid he'd seen her touch his General. Latro gave her a small lopsided half smile at her question.
Princess, you know why I'm here. I know how you feel, Latro said softly in a voice Zorya had never heard him use.
Latro, is there something wrong? Latro gave her a crooked smile that made his green eyes shine.
No, not since I've come to understand everything. I understand my princess, he said softly again and took a few steps forward.
Zorya didn't hide the confusion on her face but didn't back away from Latro. After all what could he do to her while she was the princess? He kept that serene look and smile on his face and it helped to put Zorya somewhat at ease but not by much. Understand what?
Everything, your words, the questions... I see everything clearly now princess.
Zorya questioned him, the hairs on the back of her neck on end. She was completely unprepared for what happened next. Latro's hand rose from his side and gently touched her cheek. Zorya nearly recoiled at the action but he took his hand away as quickly as it had gone to touch her.
My princess, only one other could ever compare to you in my eyes. But I am your knight first and foremost and will always be, he breathed and closed the gap between them.
Latro I think-
Yes, and that's what draws me to you. You're not like anyone else I've ever known. But, I'm your knight and you are my princess, he barely whispered, his hand went to brush away a stray hair from her face. Zorya was frozen on the spot. This was Latro, the same Latro who had wanted to kill her even more than Dilandau. Latro who hated Zorya and Galese but was... His gloved hand ran down her cheek and his other hand gently took the place opposite of the first on the other side of her face.
She didn't know what to do, should she fight against Latro or give in? Dilandau... Dilandau... No, he can't... he's inhuman. He can't... Latro's lips came ever closer to her own and Zorya felt herself lean into the kiss, felt her own hands go to his face to bring her closer. Calm... be calm... It didn't matter what Dilandau thought, at least Latro was there. Latro was there to-
Zorya pushed against him and broke the kiss, her eyes wide. She didn't just give into him of all people! My princess? Latro breathed, ducking his head to resume their kiss. No, it's not right... no!
Give in, be calm, all is well...
a voice roared from the entrance to the room. It was enough for Zorya to struggle out of Latro's grasp and just in time as Korent charged the blond dragonslayer. Zorya was forced to take a step back as Korent's arm came back and then swung forward, connecting with Latro's cheek with a sickening sound. How dare you lay a hand on the princess!
How dare you interrupt us! The princess loves me Korent, accept it that your bitch of a mistake is gone! Latro snarled and drew his sword and Korent mirrored his action.
If you even thought just a little bit-
Leave us be! Latro snarled and attacked Korent viciously just as Zorya saw the door behind him open. Balen was in the doorway, a look of surprise and shock on his face. Balen... Balen and Korent can subdue him! Balen's unexpected entrance distracted Korent however, enough for Latro to feint with his blade and slam his dark gloved fist into the other dragonslayer's right temple. Korent fell to the ground with a soft groan and Latro had the strangest smile on his face.
Zorya did nothing. What could she do? Try and reveal who she really was so Latro would kill her? she asked, hoping to further distract Latro as Balen took a step into the room. She concentrated on Latro and missed the wild grin on Balen's face. Latro's smile remained there even as he took a step forward.
For you, I'd do anything for you, Latro told her even as Balen crept up behind him. Zorya's eyes flickered to the other dragonslayer who's sword was out now, the hilt's end aimed for- Latro didn't get to finish the work as the metal base came down on the back of his head, leaving Zorya and Balen the only coherent and conscious ones in the room.
Thank you Balen, Zorya said softly, ready to leave the room. I can't do this again, not with Latro like this... And why would he- I should return to my chambers. Her voice became more demure than before and she started to curtsey but, was stopped by Balen's voice.
You aren't going anywhere.
Balen, step aside, she put an edge to her voice and drew herself up. That was a mistake. Balen's mouth formed a grotesque smile and he advanced upon her. Zorya took a step back, the familiar feeling of fear settling in the pit of her stomach.
It is time for your sacrifice goddess of wings, Balen rasped in a voice not his own. For a moment Zorya could've sworn his eyes were a bright ochre color. He moved too quickly for her to see but she did feel the cold hands of death upon her neck. Zorya tried to pull at them, to delay the inevitable. Why are you doing this? she choked out as his hands overpowered her own.
Ah goddess, it is your destiny, his raspy voice whispered as if to taunt her. Help me... Help...
Be calm all is well...
Even if Zorya wanted to fight the voice she couldn't. Her hands fell away limply from Balen's as what precious breath she had left fled her body. She couldn't breathe... god she couldn't breathe... Spots of color flew before her eyes and black covered the edge of her vision until she blinked and didn't open her eyes. Consciousness fled her but her last worldly sounds were of Balen's laugh and his soft whisper,My my my... I expected better from a goddess...
Dilandau remained on his bed, oblivious to the events unfolding mere feet from him, or was he? He could see it all, he could see her dying. What did it matter though? Celena had left him, just like Folken, his slayers, his father and mother. Zorya would only leave him as well so why save her? No, she hasn't left me. She's here, she's here... He tried to pull himself from the thick fog that enveloped his mind and failed.
She would just leave him... Zorya rejected him before, just like the dragon's goddess. The goddess would leave just like she left that weak king. I am not weak. Dilandau blinked, his garnet orbs finally focusing on the two caught in a mortal dance. He was so sure that Zorya rejected him only a few moons ago. No, she'd been unsure and he'd blown everything out of proportion. Besides, giving into her rejection would only make him weak. Weak like the white dragon that accepted his fate. Dilandau Albatou would not let a mere word stop his hunt, not now... I am not weak like that king.
His hand twitched, and slowly beneath the sheets moved towards his scabbard. I am strong. I am stronger than anyone else here. I will not act like some worthless king of some no name country! His hand grasped the sword's hilt and he pulled on it slowly, the soft sound ignored by the two.
He blinked once more, his body sitting up painfully. How long had he been like that? Muscles cramped up and begged to be still and he ignored them. He would not be weak! I will not let her leave me! I will not let my goddess leave! He put no more thoughts into that or even dared to analyze it. All that counted now was killing the intruder that dared to take what precious little he had from him.
Dilandau let out a hoarse war cry as he jumped off the bed, startling Zongi. In the shape shifter's shock Zongi nearly dropped her. Dilandau's eyes narrowed as the doppleganger in a dragonslayer's skin didn't release her. Let her go now, Dilandau growled deep in his throat.
D-Dilandau-sama, what a surprise- the impostor tried to distract him, to make him doubt himself. No, it wasn't Balen before him it had to be a doppleganger. And the only one he knew of only associated with- The sorcerers. The sorcerers planned this all along.
Let her go now Zongi! Dilandau roared this time and brought his arm up, easily bringing his sword's tip to rest on the unprotected portion of Zongi's neck. The doppleganger did not comply and instead fell back and turned, only to attempt to pull out his sword and keep his hand on Zorya's neck.
It was a mistake that Dilandau would not overlook. He twisted his blade around, deftly avoiding Zorya's prone form only to finally strike the dark armor of a dragonslayer and- Zongi let out a high itched keen as Dilandau's sword tasted flesh and blood. Dilandau grinned wickedly and twisted the blade, allowing it to devour Zongi. Let her-
Zongi practically threw the unconscious substitute at Dilandau, pushing him off balance and dislodging Dilandau's sword. As Dilandau fell to the ground, one arm holding onto Zorya to prevent her from falling, Zongi's façade fell and he began to melt into the stone floor; one navy marked hand clutching at the wound Dilandau dealt him.
Dilandau finished and cast his eyes downward to look at her. She'd nearly left him... nearly left him like Celena. Dilandau dropped his sword, tainted with dark blue blood, his mind racing. What had he done? He was showing weakness by saving her! He should've let her die. He should've ended the hunt and-
No, I can't end the hunt. There was no reason for it to begin in the first place. He closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath to calm his thoughts. He was not weak, he was strong. What he'd done would only make him stronger. No word of rejection would make him think any differently. I can't kill you. You can't even understand why I can't. He took a shaky breath and opened his eyes, their garnet orbs on Zorya and slowly looking her over. He could hear her faintly and weak gasps for air but she didn't awaken.
He tried to ignore it for all this time, ignore it like some fool paid to entertain a king. No, I'm not like the dragon, I'm neither weak nor a fool. I can't...
How could he acknowledge something he didn't know? Could he be sure what this was? Will I be just as weak as the dragon if she leaves? Hesitantly, Dilandau let his gloved hand gently touch her cheek. It did nothing to speed her awakening but her head lolled to the side, showing Dilandau her exposed neck and the quick forming bruises inflected by that foul doppleganger.
Resolute in his decision not to abandon the hunt Dilandau held Zorya's body tighter and managed to get them both sitting and then standing. Her body was slack against him and Dilandau picked her up, his mind replaying the last time that had happened... when he first started his hunt and the last time Hiwero tried to take her away. Dilandau barely cast a glance to the two unconscious dragonslayers on the floor of his room although one of them warranted a venomous glare from the General. Oh yes, Dilandau would punish him dearly for daring to think he was better than the General of the dragonslayers.
Zorya's eyes fluttered for a moment before she let out a piteous groan. Pain radiated outwards over her upper body from the focal point on her throat. Her throat... Zorya sat up quickly, her hands flying to her neck to pry off hands that were no longer choking her.
She bounced for a moment before realizing that she was not paralyzed on the floor of Dilandau's room but, on the bed in the princess' chambers. But how? she whispered aloud, not expecting to be answered. How was she alive and in chambers?
I expect the castle guards to obey you, otherwise cull them. Celet can't afford to have any undecided guardians. Understood?
Of course, Dilandau-sama, another voice wafted into her room. Zorya sat up, not remembering a thing once the hands had clamped down on her neck. Her eyes were on the bed and Dilandau... Dilandau was asleep or in that comatose state. Did he wake up? Did he... She could faintly remember seeing his hand move but, assumed it was because of the stress and trauma of her near assassination.
Gatty, the slayers are to always be in pairs. I refuse to let that vile shape shifter infiltrate our group again, this time the person nearly growled the words out.
And the princess' escort?
Korent and Cial are on duty correct? Dilandau's voice was almost softer but Zorya couldn't be sure.
Yes, Dilandau-sama, Gatty said again and presumably left once Zorya heard the other room's door shut. Carefully Zorya pushed back the thin cover someone, a maid perhaps, gave her. The drapes were partially pulled back, casting varying patterns all over the bedroom. Patterns that fell over all the furniture but one... Zorya nearly gasped when she realized he was standing in the doorway but, even that hurt her throat.
You're awake, he said simply. His face and eyes blank of any emotion that Zorya could read.
Zorya rasped, her voice sounded like two pieces of sandpaper grinding together and she stopped herself. She tried to clear her throat and closed her eyes in pain as one hand went to try and soothe her neck.
That wasn't Balen that attacked you. It was a doppleganger, Zongi. Zorya opened her eyes and watched him, waiting for him to continue. Zongi would only work for Hiwero if it was someone he knew and the only people I've heard him work for are the sorcerers.
Zorya's face showed Dilandau her shock without needing to say anything. Despite this Zorya looked downward at her hands. She'd been betrayed... again... First by Galese and now the advisors to the country of Celet. That's why they didn't want to move the troops. They want Celet to be invaded! Zorya rasped again but was cut off as tears choked her swollen throat.
Will be dealt with as the ruler of Celet sees fit. The dragonslayers would be more than willing to carry out whatever punishment you deem appropriate, he said quite formally but Zorya didn't look at him. She truly was alone now on Gaea. All alone...
Prepare a meeting, she managed to get out and tried to clear her throat again; she failed horribly and sent herself into a fit of coughs.
They'll be expecting that, Dilandau said bluntly and his left hand rested on his sword's hilt. They almost took me by force, and the doppleganger called me goddess. Did they call me here? Can they send me home? It was too much for her injured vocal chords to make out so she nodded, for once, in agreement with Dilandau.
Lock them in the dungeon until- Zorya couldn't finish the statement as her vocal chords refused to work, the painful swelling aching from what little she said.
An appropriate punishment is decided upon, Dilandau said with a smile, the familiar bloodlust in his eyes. Zorya closed her eyes, hoping it looked like that she agreed with him. No, until I can find out if they can send me home. Back there... is that home?
Paruchi was not pleased, even Garufo could tell that just by looking at their leader's posture. You did what?! Paruchi hissed once more, his eyes cold flecks of ice focused on the second non-humanoid in the room.
The General was awake. You told me he would be incapacitated for some time and that I would be able to perform the sacrifice with no interruptions, the doppleganger rasped as he held onto his right shoulder. He no longer maintained the dragonslayer's appearance and dark blue blood dripped down his right arm.
That is not what's important... Kuaru is still on route with Alseides and the goddess of wings should be freshly on hand as a fail safe. Foruma and Garufo nodded in agreement, if for nothing else than to make sure Paruchi's anger stayed focused on Zongi.
The General knows now. And he will tell her to trap you four, Zongi told them. For a moment Paruchi's face froze and both Foruma and Garufo took a step away from him.
He won't kill us, he can't. Not if he wants to know what happened to his sister, Foruma said softly in a suggestion. The tension disappeared from Paruchi's face and instead a small smile pulled at his lips. Garufo was unnerved by that look, after all they all wore that when...
That's right. He'll want his precious sister back and Death's power. We'll get him to hand over the goddess and Celet to us without so much as one drop of spilled blood, Paruchi said, the smile still on his face.
Or if that doesn't work we can take the goddess as a traitor, as an impersonator to the throne. After all the princess is-
Still out there, Paruchi cut off Garufo who slumped downward slightly. If necessary we will expose her but, what better way to take a goddess than by the betrayal of someone she trusts. Syrun?
The pale haired halfling looked up at the four other people in the room, dark circles beginning to show beneath his eyes. She has no one except the General that she knows of but... Syrun paused and looked up at the ceiling, the most confused look on his face. She wants to send him away. As if she knows of-
She can't possibly know, not when we've just planned it! Garufo sputtered. Syrun pulled his blue eyes away from the ceiling to look at the sorcerer in the eyes.
Fear is a powerful motivator sorcerer and now she acts out of fear, for herself and for the princess. They're nearly here, Syrun's voice dropped to a whisper just as the door to the small room was beat upon by gloved fists.
Sorcerers you are to open the door this instant! Garufo recognized that voice as one of the dragonslayers and he turned to Paruchi.
Zongi, hide Syrun. You are to aide Kuaru once he arrives for the sacrifice, is that understood? Paruchi hissed and turned to face the door.
Of course, Zongi's voice dropped as he stood before Syrun's corner and his skin melted away to form stone and mortar. The last of white and navy barely faded to grey when the door was thrown open to show nine dragonslayers and their General.
Two dragonslayers went to each sorcerer, flanking them. Garufo took careful notice of how their hands seemed to twitch over the hilts to their swords. It all went wrong, we'll miss the sacrifice if they get too anxious to kill us, Garufo thought and stopped himself from taking a step back, away from the blades. He took no notice of their faces, although if he did he would've seen anger and joy. Joy for they were about to give the sorcerers the same treatment they'd been given.
By order of the Queen for treason against Celet, you are to be expelled from your posts as Celet's advisors and locked in the dungeon until a hearing for your punishment can be arranged, the General said with the most gleeful smile on his face. Garufo however, did the best he could to hide his own smile. The goddess wasn't executing them but, giving them more time to live! You've dug your own grave goddess, Garufo thought as the two dragonslayers on either side of him pulled on his arms.
Zorya sat in the chair, not really looking at any of the prospective council members. By now Dilandau would've arrested the sorcerers and she would be free to do what she wanted with the troops and Celet. But... they might be able to send me home... Why should I even do anything with the troops if I've got our enemy's leaders under lock and key.
Because the doppleganger is still loose. And to get to me he'll kill another one of Dilandau's dragonslayers. Zorya let out a light sigh and leaned back, hoping they wouldn't make her use her voice Your majesty, what do you propose we do with the troops?
We must fortify the castle, in case Hiwero launches an assault, she said softly, her throat barely protesting at all. Behind her both Shesta and Korent stood very still. I must remember to thank Shesta for getting that soothing tea, she tried to distract herself from the inevitable but failed. However the front lines are ill equipped for an attack. The dragonslayers will be dispatched at once to preserve Celet, she forced herself to say.
She didn't miss the looks on the councilmen around her, or the sound of both Shesta and Korent moving. But, your highness- Shesta tried to protest and Zorya shut her eyes briefly.
This is what has to be done. Besides, the longer Dilandau is away the more I can interrogate the sorcerers on my own and find a way home. Or they'll use you all to get to me and I don't want any of you to die. Not when I came so close to...
Please dragonslayer, it is for the best. Now, I still need time to recover from this latest attack so you're all dismissed, Zorya said softly again, the back of her throat beginning to ache as she spoke again. Her grey green eyes opened to find both Shesta and Korent had not moved at all. I trust you'll inform your General as soon as possible. Tell me, how is Latro? Zorya asked them as both Shesta and Korent finally bowed to her. She hadn't seen the green eyed slayer for the past two days. While it appeared Korent recovered from the attack without any permanent damage Zorya was led to believe Latro's injuries had been fatal. Korent and Shesta exchanged looks before the blond's face took on a slightly embarrassed look.
Lord Dilandau has well, he-
He's been severely punished, Korent finished. Just all long as he stays away from me, Zorya thought and got up from her seat.
You are dismissed dragonslayers, I need to plan for a war, she told them wearily and waited until they left to leave as well.
Dilandau ignored the splatter of blood on his gloves and white overlay. Latro deserved that punishment and then some. He almost let out a sigh as he turned down one hallway and stopped. If he killed another dragonslayer that would be one less than what they had now, and they were already short three men.
Latro is too well trained with a sword to waste him, even if he is weak. In a futile attempt to clean himself up, Dilandau wiped at the blood on his red gloves. it didn't make much of a difference but it was the principle of it. He would not let anyone see how weak his dragonslayers were... It was bad enough Latro's punishment distracted him from beginning the sorcerers' torture. He wanted to use something with fire, maybe hot pokers or just set their clothes on fire for a short while.
He chuckled to himself and continued down the hall, not expecting the meeting between Zorya and the councilmen to be over. That might've explained the blank look on his face when both Shesta and Korent were walking slowly, very slowly, towards him. Why aren't you in the meeting? Dilandau shouted, not curbing the anger in his voice.
Lord Dilandau, the queen called the meeting to an end, Korent told him as both dragonslayers came to a stop.
The queen has assigned us to the border to deal with the Hiwero threat Dilandau-sama. She wants us to leave immediately, Shesta said quickly and waited. Dilandau blinked, not believing either one of them. Their instructions were to stay with the queen at all times unless he was present and here they were telling him he had to leave?
Dilandau's outward reaction was to backhand Shesta, the smaller dragonslayer easily fell to the ground. He didn't stop his moment however and allowed his hand to continue until he struck Korent as well. Neither dragonslayer made any sound of protest at the blows and remained on the ground. I expected better from you Korent. The queen cannot be left here alone with the fickle Celet soldiers as her guards. Both of you are relieved of guarding the queen. Shesta, inform Cial and Ryuon they'll be her new guards in the morning.
Of course Dilandau-sama, Shesta said softly and bowed his head. Dilandau smirked then as both Korent and Shesta scrambled to their feet. So, Zorya's all alone. But where is she? Dilandau waited a moment before starting off in one direction, a devilish grin on his face.
Zorya looked at the splay of maps before her. Some looked like topographic maps while others were political maps and still others had even more lines and colors on them. She let out a disgruntled sigh and let both her hands rest on the table to prop herself up. None of it made sense, not one bit.
How the hell am I supposed to fudge being the Queen in the middle of a war I don't know how to fight? Zorya almost growled and instead it came out as a pitiful whine.
What do you think we're here for? You can't honestly believe the King lasted this long by himself, another voice from the room's shadows announced with some arrogance. Zorya allowed her eyes to leave the maps for a moment and watched as the voice's owner emerged from one corner of the room.
I wasn't aware you were still here. Didn't I send you out to the border? Zorya mused harshly and looked down at the maps before his eyes could catch hers.
Technically yes but, that was such a tactical mistake I overrode that order, he said smugly and approached the table.
And you came back here? Why didn't you just run away with those slayers of yours hm? Find another war to fight? Zorya said off handedly and tried to read the maps before her.
In time there will be another war but, until then the dragonslayers will not abandon Celet. We are not just some soldiers you can hire, we are a force to be reckoned with! Countries hear our name-
And tremble in fear, yada yada yada, Zorya finished and looked up from her maps. They were just pieces of paper with pretty colors on them. Dilandau did not look pleased at her interrupting his little ego trip. Zorya tilted her head to the side just slightly and watched him. Why was he here, in her room when she wouldn't even let anyone else in? Why are you here and how did you get passed the guards?
That's a stupid question, was all he said and he took the few extra steps to reach the table's edge. He and Zorya were completely opposite of each other now, the table was the only thing that separated them.
Is it now, Zorya responded but kept her eyes on the maps. Where was she supposed to send the troops? Would she send them to their deaths in a blunder she'd sent the General on? A tiny smirk barely lightened her face. She'd sent the General and his slayers there on purpose, to draw them away from the castle.
Do you honestly believe you can direct a whole army and win this war when you know nothing of military tactics?
And you do? Your strategy is run head on to the enemy and chop them into little bits with or without fire in your arsenal. That is not the soundest method I've heard of, Zorya said slowly as if reprimanding a child.
But I get to have my fun. Besides it works-
Only when you do it. A normal contingent of troops wouldn't be able to since they don't have their reputation preceding them. Anyway... Zorya looked up from her maps, her hands flat on the table and kept her from falling on the parchment. One day it'll fail. Troops will be ready for you and they'll kill you, simple as that.
Dilandau watched her evenly then smiled. It was an arrogant and smug smile that could've passed for a smirk. I'm Dilandau Albatou, no one will ever kill me in battle. My dragonslayers perhaps one day but, not me.
And what makes you so sure of that? Hm? You're not a god, you're not immortal- The second those words fell from her lips she saw Dilandau's eyes begin to dance with a light she knew a bit too well.
I've commanded gods, I've brought Gaea to her knees, I nearly slew the great Escaflowne, he spat that name as if it were poison. I have the powers of the gods at my command when I wish to use them. The smile did not disappear from his face and he crossed his arms over his chest. She absently noticed he was not wearing clean armor, light speckling of blood marred the white overlay.
Sure you do, Zorya remarked sarcastically and turned back to her maps. His smile, his face, his presence... it was starting to unsettle her. She barely heard him move, in fact she could've sworn she didn't hear his footsteps at all. All she felt was something brush her shoulder and then push her hair back. Zorya was so startled she jumped back, her hand ready to slap Dilandau's away. Only, he wasn't there. The dragonslayer General did not even try to muffle his chuckles as he watched her.
Zorya looked at the spot she thought Dilandau was, then to his actual spot across the table. What, how, what just happened? she almost stuttered and took a step away from the table as if it were possessed and it had brushed her hair not Dilandau. The memories of Dilandau's past exercises of his popped into her mind but he'd never done something to her with them...
A demonstration was in order. Would you like another? A devilish smile was on his face as he dropped his arms to his sides and began to walk around the table. The hair on the back of her neck continued to stand on end. Zorya rubbed at her neck to try and disperse the feeling and failed.
No, that was... that was enough, Zorya managed and took one more step back as Dilandau rounded the table's last corner. They were on the same side of it now, just a few feet apart. Dilandau smirked just that bit more and his chin went up slightly. His silver bangs fell away from his vibrant garnet eyes. He won that little part of their conversation.
Zorya approached the table again, her eyes not on the General. He walked to her none the less and looked at the maps on the table, one eyebrow raised as he smirked at her. Maybe you have a suggestion for this war oh great General? Zorya asked sarcastically, not expecting him to actually answer her.
The problem with this war is that it's defensive. We're not having any fun, we're letting them get all of it, Dilandau drawled and walked behind her. Zorya barely felt his fingertips graze her shoulder blades as he passed. It was enough to send a cold shiver down her spine and she turned to face him. As expected Dilandau's face didn't hold any guilty or remorseful look for that matter.
And what do you suggest?
We go on the offensive, he said softly, barely above a whisper and closed the space between them. Offensive... go on the offensive oh my... oh... Zorya's back was to the table's edge as she was so concerned with keeping her eyes on Dilandau. he said and his arm brushed hers as he pointed to a map behind her. Zorya turned and brought her arm out of contact with his to look. And there, he said again this time on the other side. This time his left arm brushed her back and hip. Zorya froze completely, her mind whirling in all different directions. He wasn't talking about the war anymore was he?
And here, his voice seemed to appear out of nowhere, just outside her right ear. She could feel the heat from his lips on her delicate earlobe, could feel his breath tickle her skin. Zorya saw that he moved his hand, it was closer to the edge of the table now but still on a map. Oh gods he wasn't talking about the war anymore... Well Zorya?
No princess this or princess that, just Zorya. And, h-how do you propose we attack? her voice squeaked and that elicited a chuckle from the General behind her. Oh yes, she could feel his armor just barely centimeters from her spine, felt the pristine overlay brush her thigh as he turned. Her heart began to race as Dilandau's left hand began to slide over one map to the edge of the table.
Not all at once. That would ruin the fun. We'd have to drag it out, wear down their defenses until they could do nothing but lie there as we take them, he whispered almost huskily in her left ear. Zorya nearly jumped as his breath played on her cheek's skin. She hadn't heard or felt him move!
And... and then what? Zorya ventured, trying to determine if it was still a battle they were talking about. God her voice, it was so different from her normal voice.
We seize them, he continued and his left hand jumped from the table only to take a place on her hip so his forearm held her against him. Zorya let out a little gasp, her mind reeling. No, it definitely wasn't a war they were talking about now...
We're not talking about this war... are we? A strange mixture of emotions flying within Zorya as she said that. A part of her wanted him to say yes, to let this all be a figment of her imagination. Another wanted him to say no, to let his hands... Zorya felt the heat in her cheeks, knew that she was blushing. And as it was now, the part wishing it wasn't about war was winning in Zorya.
You tell me, Dilandau's words danced across her neck as he moved his face and craned his elegant head around like some proud peacock. She felt him push her hair aside slightly and resume his post at her right ear and shoulder. Zorya felt her knees going weak, oh... He was pulling her to him. She could feel his armor distinctly against her back now, could feel the warmth of his hand through his glove on her abdomen. His right hand remained on the table, next to her own right hand.
The enemy-
Dilandau merely mumbled as his lips came ever so closer to her skin.
What if... what if the enemy resists? Zorya's voice lost its gawky and awkward sound as she spoke. Her words sounded calm and silky even to her own ears as she nearly purred that to the General. Her right hand went to the one he had on her hip, ready to dislodge it...
Nothing can outlast our army, there's no reason to resist, Dilandau replied smoothly. Zorya turned her head, a small movement the General allowed her. She could see his face, could see his eyes... his lips. Will the enemy surrender? His lips were just barely out of her reach, taunting her.
You tell me, she repeated his words from before. Zorya let her eyes close, felt his breath against her lips, felt the soft-
The door to the chambers opened with a rather loud squeal of old hinges and in that moment Dilandau left her. Her lips ungraced by his own, her body cold without him to hold her. The first rational thought in Zorya's mind as she realized what just happened was not about how disgusting and underhanded the General's tactics were but who the hell had dared to interrupt it.
Dilandau watched the procession of the sorcerers into the throne room like a grifenir. He would not let them ruin his hunt, not when he was so close... He could still remember the taste of defeat that stung his taste buds from that night in the village and the interruption of the night before. Of course, in the end the interruption proved to be a blessing in disguise.
The queen stood before her throne, her chin held high and her eyes just barely narrowed at the three sorcerers as they were stopped by their dragonslayer guards. Her dark hair was pulled up behind her, allowing her regal robes to cover her neck and shoulders and draw nothing away from her face. Her face... Dilandau smirked and kept his watch on the sorcerers. He knew that they'd try and do something and that's why he was there.
The dull background noise that filled the throne room was silenced as the queen raised one hand, quieting noble persons and councilmen at once. She allowed her hand to fall back to her side before she spoke again her dark eyes on the trio in black. I once called you advisors, trusted by my Uncle and more importantly, myself. That is of course I discovered your true intentions for Celet and that you are just as ruthless as the General and his dragonslayers. Dilandau's eyes focused on her briefly and then to the tapestry on either side of the throne that cast deep shadows onto the walls. However, unlike the dragonslayers and their General you were not honest at any time in your employment under my uncle or myself. You were behind the Hiwero attacks, my uncle's death and the various assassination attempts on my life as well as my bodyguard's life, the queen said firmly, her voice strong and booming to fill the room.
You have no proof of this. And while we have done our duty you have not. You have not told your people of your own lies. That you are not the queen of Celet, but, an impostor. The bodyguard who would be queen. Guards, seize the impostor! Paruchi raised his voice trying to bring about some command. Words flew from the noblemen and women and then the councilmen as well. Dilandau stood still, his eyes never leaving the sorcerers. Now.
The trio were about to take a step forward when a soft pair of footsteps and the soft hiss of steel being drawn silenced the crowd in the throne room. Paruchi's face went white when he felt the cold steel on his neck while both Garufo and Foruma seemed to be having the same problem. Why, sorcerer, if I'm supposed to be up there how can I be holding this sword to your throat? I could be an illusion, but, does this feel like one? the blood red haired bodyguard asked softly, the soft rasp adding a threat to her words.
A small barely noticeable smile played on the Queen's lips while Dilandau didn't try to hide his. Zorya stood behind Paruchi, her blade still against her throat while the crowd of Celet's elite watched on.
For these treacherous acts I have decided that death would be too easy an escape for you. Instead you shall be imprisoned in our castle's deepest dungeons in solitary confinement for the rest of your lives, Galese finally stated, her grey eyes full of pain and anger. Dilandau didn't see that however, he was too busy focusing on the look Zorya was wearing. She sheathed her sword and was staring at the three who could do nothing but stare back at her.
