Immortal Confessions
-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:
Again, fanfic based 2.5 years post Escaflowne: A Girl in Gaea.
What was the catch? It doesn't matter if the sorcerers are apart or together or dead, Zorya can (and might) still get sent home. A sort of damned if you do, damned if you don't catch-22.
The references? Obviously the catch-22 from Catch-22, green being a cursed color from Anne McCaffrey's Pern series and last but not least Zorya's little maneuver with the dagger and Dilandau inspired by Frank Herbert's Dune.
Why is this out now? You can thank Otakon 2001 for this being early (and General Thade too... ^_^)! You can also thank my horrible managers for this being late.
Otakon was great! Also a mini-rant... It should not have taken me this long to finish this part. Next time someone poke me with a sharp stick to get me to write if need be (thank you Dilandra)!
Celena's head was tilted upwards slightly, the older callused hand not bothering to move over her face any more than it had to. She could see his face perfectly, the lines of anger, of hate that propelled the war... and his eyes; the amber and chestnut brown eyes. Who are you? his voice seemed to boom in the throne room. At the throne the mystic stood, impassive as ever and her blue eyes contained a sadness that Celena denied she felt at one point in her life.
An apprentice to your sorcerers Folken-sama, Celena said softly, wishing she could bow her head to him respectfully.
Who are you, he repeated, and his fingers tightened around her chin. Celena's still short hair bobbed around her face, making her look like a disheveled angel...
Celena Albatou, apprentice Folken-sama, she said again, this time her voice barely quivering with fear as she spoke. Folken's eyes narrowed at her for a moment but he released her face from his grasp.
Albatou... Fanelia? he questioned her, his eyes never leaving her. for a moment fear nearly drowned Celena but she thought back to her brother. Dilandau, wouldn't want me to be like this.
My parents were nobles there, until the war broke out. My mother was killed by a dragon and my father-
Left you to the streets of Palace, Paruchi told me of this, Folken spoke slowly to the ten year old. I remember at the rites of passage and prophesy, your family was there. The impure Draconians were the only ones allowed to attend since you wouldn't interfere with the rites, Folken nearly growled, as if it had been Celena's fault Van was prophesied to be king instead of Folken. One eyebrow raised slightly as he watched her silent form. There were two children though, not just you.
My brother Dilandau was there but, father sold him to the Barren Lands mines, Celena spoke without fear. For the first time in two years hope flared up within her. This could be the chance she was waiting for! If Dilandau was like her he had powers, and that would mean he could become an apprentice too! He's just like me, she added hoping it would sway her emperor.
Like you. He's intelligent I suppose? Folken asked and Celena nodded. She wanted to tell him about Dilandau's wings but something didn't feel right, she had the worst feeling at the pit of her stomach that if she told him... Does he have wings Celena, like I used to?
Celena bit down on her lower lip, for the first time unsure if what she'd told her emperor was the wrong thing to do. Yes, he used them when our mother was killed Folken-sama, she said softly.
The emperor smiled at her but, it wasn't a kind smile that her father might've given her. It was more of a smirk, as if he knew something that she didn't. It doesn't matter, the sorcerers have trained me and they'll train Dilandau too. Only I'll be the better one for now, I'll be strong. You must miss your brother apprentice. Paruchi, set a course for the Barren Lands, he commanded that same smirk on his face. Behind her Celena's master bowed his head or, what appeared to be his head. Celena knew from a few weeks earlier that none of the sorcerers were human, only that they used a spell to appear human. When they performed their spells however that guise of humanity left them.
Celena continued to stand there even as Paruchi's hand fell onto her shoulder. It felt just like any other human's hand... Come apprentice, we must prepare.
Of course master Paruchi, Folken-sama, she bowed to her emperor before she left the throne room that uneasy feeling still with her.
Dilandau watched her, the one he had chosen. Unlike everyone else she wouldn't leave, he made sure of that. In anyone else perhaps their conscience would've bemoaned the fact she had family, friends, everything back on the Mystic Moon. But, Dilandau's conscience died a long time ago. He would make sure Zorya wouldn't follow the path of those around him.
As it was she wasn't meeting his eye, not even a fleeting glance. Dilandau's lips turned downward slightly, she wasn't even going to acknowledge- Lord Dilandau? Shesta asked in hushed tone. Dilandau turned his head only slightly to glare at Shesta for daring to interrupt him while he watch-
People of Celet, I have news for you. The room quieted, something Dilandau despised. If these people were so dedicated to their ruler they should've been silent to begin with, not silent when asked. If he was king that would be the first thing his people would learn... It has come to my attention through my council and advisors that you are anxious to have a king at my side. I understand your concerns but, it is with deep regrets that I cannot grant your wish. After all, the nobleman's son or heir to another great nation would know nothing of this war and would only drags countless more lives into our fight. A fight that would take too long to educate my consort in. I have however, found a suitable consort, taking into consideration the past events. My life has nearly been snuffed out several times and without my trusted bodyguard and advisor, the Lady Pele and the dragonslayers I might not be here to address you now.
The crowd was silent, riveted on the queen's words. Surely she spoke so disdainfully about the foreigners that she would be picking a Celetan nobleman as her husband. Dilandau tried to keep his face blank but could look nowhere but at Zorya. And she was still ignoring him. Next to him Shesta remained silent as did Gatty on his other side, some slayers behind him Korent stood at full attention no doubt. What if he had done all this for nothing? Well, he never did say he'd keep his pact with the queen...
Our country needs not a diplomat nor a nobleman who knows nothing of what it is like to be a part of Celet's country, who has never felt this war in the very core of their being. Celet needs a king who can defend our country as well as he can fight the enemy himself. It would be wise to take a lesson from Fanelia- Dilandau nearly flinched at her words. She was mistaken in comparing any soldier to that weakling of a dragon king. -who has not been attacked once since the Dragon War. And so, it is with my deepest regret that for the sake of our country I shall marry a soldier so that it may continue to be a country. And of the soldiers in Celet there is no one better than the dragonslayers. General, you have my country's deepest thanks for allowing us to remain afloat in this time of stormy weather, she said and it almost looked as if she were doing it against her will. Dilandau new better than that however, he knew she'd practiced it all beforehand, just as he had.
Her advisors immediately went up in arms and Dilandau didn't bother to hide his smirk. Predictable, useless and weak aristocrats out to protect themselves. Dilandau barely managed to glance behind him but caught sight of Korent. While he would not allow any dragonslayer out of his service this was a sacrifice he would have to make. His garnet eyes went from the still composed Korent to the dark haired bodyguard at the Queen's side. She had her hand on the hilt of her sword, ready if necessary to force the advisors and angry councilmen back. I knew that would be your decision but no, I haven't chosen your future king. You would not want me to pick the weakest soldier now would you? Galese's grey eyes met Dilandau's for a moment before quickly looking away. Dilandau barely looked to the side in time to see an almost horrified look disappear from Zorya's face.
Zorya forced herself to remain calm. She didn't mean anything by not picking the weakest soldier. There's no reason she was looking at Dilandau. She wants Korent, remember that. Zorya took a deep breath and refused to even look at Dilandau. She didn't need to look at him, especially since...
Once more Zorya forced her emotions to remain under control and nearly failed. I will hold a tournament for all of the soldiers within Celet. Zorya cast a few glances among the council and advisors, should they dare and try to advance upon the queen she would protect her. Just as Cerel had been teaching her when Dilandau-
A sword clattering, his hands pulling her to him, his lips seeking hers... His warmth, that metallic smell of war and his armor's leather smell all around her. All of those sensations and then- I will allow only the best to enter. Each entrant must be sponsored by his commanding officer, or in the case of a commanding officer, by his unit. Again Galese looked at Dilandau and Zorya felt something in her stomach flip flop. This wasn't happening, it wasn't happening to her...
But... this is an outrage to your subjects your highness! Your soldier king will be unable to rule- one advisor cried out.
Then I suppose Fanelia's king is unable to rule as well. Watch your tongue Kopre, I am not my uncle. I am healthy and able minded, not sick and feeble. While your decisions and actions may have dark motives, mine do not, Galese cut off the agitated nobleman.
What of civil unrest? Is it really that unwise to draw troops away from the front lines? What if your new king dies in combat? a different advisor asked. Zorya saw pain flit across Galese's face. But the dragonslayers are the best of the best, there's no way that they could die in battle. Zorya's hand on her sword clenched slightly as something settled in her stomach. Her grey green eyes moved away from the queen to the General. His face was blank of all emotion, aside from his hand on his sword and the familiar thirst for battle in his eyes.
I understand your concerns Hapaon however, if I do not choose a strong king as you are all intent on marrying me off right this second then I will pick the best king for my country.
Surely the other suitors and their proposals- Kopre tried to cut in again which simply warranted a glare from Galese.
Have done nothing to help Celet. Only the dragonslayers have managed to turn the war in our favor, not trade with a country who has no need to waste troops on a country with an ill king and teenage princess, Galese said softly, although the venom that filled each word was clear. The advisors were silent at her statement of the blind eye each country gave them. Galese straightened up, the majority of the advisors glaring at her, not ready to accept defeat. Maybe it's time to reevaluate the advisors. These men aren't any better than the sorcerers, even if they aren't trying to kill me. The tournament shall commence tomorrow at dawn with the sixty four slots for my suitor being assigned tonight. I trust my country's protectors will not let me down.
Latro didn't know how long he was out or, for that matter, how long he'd been in the darkness. All he could remember were the painful slaps and other punishment Dilandau unleashed on him when he walked down here. It had something to do with leaving the queen open to an attack by a doppelganger but he couldn't be sure anymore. The swelling on his eye had gone down and he was pretty sure the bleeding in his mouth and lips had stopped.
Gingerly Latro ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth and then over his chapped lips. They were covered in dried blood and cracked but, he wasn't losing any more blood. Bloodshed, it never bothered him before, not when he joined the dragonslayers. But this was his own blood, shed for his love... But, she pushed him away. She rejected him just like Master Dilandau.
It can't be possible, she must love me! I didn't just imagine what she said or how she said it. I couldn't have imagined it... Latro's head began to droop forward, the dull ache of his bruised body lulling him into sleep. Sleep would not be easy for Latro however, as Fate would enjoy him as well as Dilandau. In fact, footsteps dragged across the dark dungeon their owner wondered why Latro hadn't bothered to leave his unlocked cell. The dragging footsteps continued until they stopped just outside his cell.
Sorcerers... sorcerers will fix this, the owner of the footsteps rasped. For a moment Latro imagined her walking down the dungeon's depths, coming to her love's aide. His head raised itself painfully only to see what appeared to be a deformed corpse looking back at him.
What the hell are you? Latro asked, not afraid in the least. Maybe it was death, his death finally ready to take him away from the dragonslayers. The creature just stared at him, his green eyes alight with an unnatural glow. Those eyes, I know those eyes. Not that bitch that protects the queen but... he barely whispered as fear touched him with its icy grip. What did that to the apprentice?! No, he's dead! He can't even be moving or talking!
Not your fate, the walking corpse almost whispered. Latro's hands were frantically searching the stale and urine covered hay around him, trying to find his sword. Not your fate. Fate was changed, the corpse continued to state in a trance-like state. You love neither.
Of course I love the queen, what are you talking about! Latro spat at the corpse, his hand finally gripped the hilt to his sword.
She's picking her king, you don't love her, the corpse said and Latro was steadily recognizing Takaru's voice. It was as if with each passing second the body was regenerating and disintegrating but, for the time being the corpse was fixing his vocal chords. She's abandoned you, Takaru instigated.
No, she hasn't! She loves me, Latro replied in an almost desperate voice.
Then be her champion, win her tournament, Takaru said and licked his peeling lips. Latro barely paid the corpse any attention although nearly anyone else in his position would be cowering in fear. I can win it! I can win the queen and not be contested to my right! Latro thought excitedly, his love struck thoughts for the moment stealing his attention from the zombie-like Takaru that drudged deeper into the dungeon.
Latro's aching muscles seemed to disappear and he stood up. It's amazing what one can do when one puts their mind to it. Even the pain from his split lip disappeared as Latro felt the hilt of his sword. Stray bits of the musty hay stuck to his skin, hair and uniform but, that didn't matter. All that mattered was getting to the tournament.
Hitomi clutched the pendant, not sure if it was real or not. As she felt the slightest of pulses within the rose colored jewel a feeling of calm washed over her. Everything was going to be just fine. But, why did it come back to me? Is Zorya in trouble? Will I have to call Escaflowne?
she whispered within her room. She could still see him in her mind's eye, that raven disheveled hair, the blue tattoos on his skin and his chestnut colored eyes. Eyes that always seemed so sad to Hitomi but smiled to her just when- When Sora sang, when she brought me back here.
Hitomi didn't regret coming home entirely. It would've been too much for herself and her family if neither saw each other again. But everything just seemed so pointless now. She wanted to go back, she wanted to see Van, she wanted to see all of Gaea when no one was trying to kidnap her or turn the planet into one huge fireball. Hey Van, how long do you think I can stay here?
Until the Mystic Moon calls you back again. Until that time, I will be with you.
Thank you. We will always be together, right?
Hitomi closed her eyes and could still see that sunset, the birds flying upwards from the cliff. She could almost feel the sun's last rays warm her skin and then that light unidentifiable feeling that made her back tingle. She could see Van's last smile to her and then the sad look that took over his face again. He knew, he knew I was going to leave. But not so soon, I didn't want to leave so soon.
The green eyed so called goddess of wings leaned back against her bed, the pendant still in her hand. Could she go back? Could she see everyone again? Are you still so lonely Van?
Her eyes raised to her room's ceiling, I wonder what Fanelia looks like. You never said anything more than how green and lush the forests around Adon were Van. Is it any different now? Are you any different? her unspoken thoughts questioned no one.
The silence of the house struck Hitomi then. The house was never this quiet, especially since her little brother almost always had his friends over and playing those loud video games of his. Curious, Hitomi sat up and crossed her room to her door. No, it wasn't quiet, she could hear her parents arguing.
Cautiously Hitomi opened the door and poked her head out, her parent's voice and words louder than before.
How can you suggest this? She's our daughter, her mother was almost pleading.
But you've seen what's she done, what she almost did! I know we thought that her moods two years ago were just a phase but look where that got us! The neighbors are talking about us-
So? Let them talk, her mother insisted.
About the Kanzakis and their insane daughter? The one who hasn't even gotten accepted into any colleges! her father raved and Hitomi's breath caught in her throat. It was true she hadn't gotten any acceptances but, it was because of her condition and what it did to her grades. But it just seems so pointless, why do I want to go to college if it's only going to make my parents look good?
There's still time, her mother argued.
For what? She could have another fit of depression or whatever you want to call it and then she won't get in at all! We already know she won't get any scholarships-
You don't know that.
Who would give it to our daughter? Her grades are almost as worse as when your mother died.
You know Hitomi and my mother were close, her mother said softly and Hitomi almost missed it. Hitomi's eyes began to well with tears and she forced herself to stop. It was true, she had been close to her grandmother but that all changed three years ago when she died. Grandmother, what do you think about all of this?
It doesn't matter, the schools don't care about that. She doesn't even run track anymore so she can't even get a sports scholarship. Besides, its not like we'd be able to afford it.
I know the medication and the doctor visits are expensive but it seems to be helping-
her father roared and Hitomi flinched. You saw what I saw! She was going to cut herself in the bathroom! What would the neighbors say then, oh look it's the Kanzakis, their daughter's suicidal you know. It'd be all over the newspaper with some scandalous title and they'd twist it around so it would be our fault! The tears Hitomi had held back were now running down her face. Was she that much of a burden to her family? Was that how they felt? I would've been better off staying on Gaea... Its almost as bad as when they talked about her disappearance!
You know she doesn't remember anything that happened, just that dream-
Do you honestly think anyone actually believes that? her father questioned her mother. Hitomi waited for her mother to say something in her defense but only silence answered her.
Korent wasn't sure how to react to everything that just happened. He had a chance, a real chance to be at Galese's side for the rest of their days. All he had to do was win the tournament. From the corner of his eye he saw nearly all of the dragonslayers lined up, their best armor on and their hands on the hilts of their swords. How was he supposed to win against his fellow dragonslayers?
Ryuon had excellent aim and could fight fairly well with a sword. Gatty was the best of them though, nothing less would be expected from the dragonslayers second in command. There was no way he'd be able to defeat Gatty...
He looked down at the tiny slip of parchment in his hands. Fifty-six, this one little number could determine my fate. Korent clasped the paper tightly, almost afraid to let the number out of his sight. That one number gave him the chance to spend the rest of his days with Galese. But only if I can beat everyone else.
The overseers were running towards them but, other slaves and Dilandau's powers prevented them from getting too close. As it was that Miguel boy had slit two overseers throats when they got too close to their group. I need to learn how to do that. Once I can use a sword there won't be a reason to keep any weaklings around me.
He wasn't sure if disposing of all of the other slaves was a good idea, now that he got to think about it. Miguel's skill with the sword could certainly improve... But what if he got better than me? I'd be weak and he could- Dilandau giggled as he kicked his horse. There was no way anyone would be able to oust him, not since he was a descendant of the dragons...
Dilandau-sama, I think we lost them, Guimel shouted from his horse. Dilandau's cackling was cut short by the high voice. If the curly haired boy was going to be such an idiot he might as well call out to the overseers and tell them where they were.
Guimel, hush! They'll hear us and find us, one of the others spoke quietly as the horses continued to gallop. Dilandau's would be frown was turned into a smirk, at least one of them has some sense.
We're going to head into the Barren Lands, Dilandau called over his shoulder and tugged on the reins lightly.
B-b-but what about the legends of wild dogs? We should head for civil- Dilandau snarled and pulled on the reins to his horse sharply to the left. The horse barely managed to turn but when it did he led it to the whiner's horse. Before he knew what he was doing Dilandau had brought his fist up and slapped the boy across the face.
Idiot! They'll follow us there and what then? Get recaptured like the little girl you are when we have no provisions to speak of? No one would dare follow us into the Barren Lands away from the mines, Dilandau growled fiercely. The brunette ex-slave quaked in the saddle, both hands holding onto the horse's mane for dear life despite the bright red mark on his cheek.
Syrun sat in the corner of the darkened room, the skin beneath his eyes sunken and his once pale skin held a tinge of grey to it. They've over used my powers, Sora. Where are you? Will I even get to see you one last time?
The apprentice was gone, Takaru was gone as well. You know what will happen when the General finds out, a voice spoke softly, as if unsure if Syrun was awake. The halfling turned to the voice, his blue eyes strained to find him in the darkness.
Zongi? Yes, I know what he will do. He looked downward then, at his once clean mystic's garb and at the ornamentation his sister sown on his sleeves herself. I cannot allow him to find out. You will send them away, won't you?
They are leaving in a day Syrun. Syrun closed his blue eyes, for the first time a feeling of relief filled him. Everything had gone so horribly wrong ever since the goddess appeared. But, this is the right thing, it must be the right thing. So many people have died for this Sora, it must be right. He'd made a mistake in his softness so many moons ago, when he let the General heal the goddess. It was a mistake!
A mistake, Syrun whispered, the melodic words not lost in the darkness.
What's a mistake Syrun? Zongi asked in Ricpen's voice.
Nothing. I'll call to them now, Syrun replied and kept his eyes closed as he searched for his power to weave the spell. It seemed like Kuaru was so far away... so far...
It shouldn't take them too long to arrive, not with Alseides as their wings, Zongi remarked but Syrun wasn't listening. He couldn't hear anything over the sounds in his head. Cries of pain, sorrow, forgiveness... Death...
He could see death in his mind's eye, could hear the apprentice's voice in his head cursing him for throwing her to that fate. Syrun could hear her soul locked within the body of death, unable to flee its grasp. He could hear her whispers...
Mistakes-
Kuaru, Paruchi-
Mistakes, all of it-
Kuaru! Paruchi is calling you back. The sacrifice-
Mistakes, all of it! Every last thing a mistake-
Kuaru! Kuaru! Bring Alseides to Celet, bring-
Mistakes only bring-
Syrun whispered once more.
Remind me why I ever thought my parents' advisors and councilmen would be any better than those assassin sorcerers? Galese groaned while in the privacy of her chambers. The guards outside had been given explicit orders not to disturb them or they'd be faced with Zorya's blade.
I don't know, Zorya said absently, her eyes on the tall windows in the drawing room. Funny, Galese remained in her chambers even though she was the queen. The pink colors set a horrible tone for the room, at least Zorya thought so.
Zorya? Are you all right?
she answered, her mind elsewhere. She had the most wonderful view from the tall windows but it wasn't the scenery that preoccupied her mind. His face was still in her mind, his eyes searching for her in the meeting. Was it just a heat of the moment thing? Or is this one of those macho soldier things, bed as many maids and maidens as you can before you leave. Was that what Dilandau hoped to gain from the kiss the day before?
Galese nearly shouted with mock anger. It was enough to surprise the red head however and she nearly jumped when Galese's voice was so close to her. Galese's eyes met her surprised ones but neither anger or annoyance filled them. A look of understanding was on Galese's face and gently she placed a hand on Zorya's armored shoulder. I remember that look. My uncle and his advisors, the ones before the sorcerers, always used to chastise me for wearing it. They said it would dissuade any possible suitors when they saw me.
It took a moment for the words to sink in and Zorya didn't flush, for once, at Galese's implication. Galese I don't- Dilandau couldn't possibly, she tried to rationalize. Galese would have none of that of course.
A wise person once said, you never know you're in love until its too late to pull yourself out of it, Galese said softly, that almost motherly smile on her face. It remained there for a moment longer until she removed her hand from Zorya's shoulder and turned around. Now, that of course does not mean you may ditch your duties just to go meet with that-
Zorya added to prevent Galese from saying anything too degrading.
General, yes. Besides there will be plenty of time for that when the dragonslayers return from the invading Hiwero front, Galese said and glanced at Zorya from over her shoulder, a sly knowing smile on her face.
You mean, don't do what you did, Zorya replied, a small smile just beginning to show on her face.
Exactly. I suppose this is for the best. I mean, my advisors would've tried to marry you off to someone else in place of me. While they would try to stand against anyone, not even they can hold off the General.
I guess you're right, Zorya said slowly, allowing everything to sink in. Is that what Dilandau really wanted from her, love? I never would've thought he of all people would want that. But I wouldn't have wanted it either, not when I came here. I'm not sure if I love him though...
Shesta was desperately trying to hold onto the horse's reins but was failing. He couldn't see straight, and if Dilandau-sama saw him like this... Shesta, do you need to rest?
His blue eyes turned to the side to see another pair of blue eyes watching him. No, I'll be fine Gatty-
What's the hold up?! We need to move as far as we can before dark- Dilandau's sharp voice cut through the twilight's impending silence. The other boys were silent as the horses slowed to a stop, with Shesta the source of scrutiny this time, not Dallet. Gatty maneuvered his horse between the silver haired youth and Shesta however, presumably to stop any repeat of the slap.
He's fine Dilandau-sama- Gatty was cut off by a slap to his face as well but the tall youth remained firm in the saddle of his horse.
I did not ask you Gatty, Dilandau almost growled. Although there was nothing about the particular scene to make Shesta nervous, a feeling of dread washed over him. Something... something was coming. No! I can't let them know! I can't let them know I'm a freak... They'll cast me away like my parents did.
He could see their accusatory looks, the fear in their eyes, their hands shoving him into the streets. The names they called him, their own son... No, I won't let them see... Despite all of his efforts Shesta failed and images assailed him in an unorganized jumble. Sand, dunes, mountains, their horses, their group and... D-d-d-dogs... p-p-p-pa-a-acks of them, Shesta hissed as pain laced through his mind. Gods when would it end!?
The insults and shouting Dilandau had been waiting to unleash were cut short by Shesta's words. The blond haired boy's breath wouldn't slow, his eyes wide and unseeing of those around him. Gods... just go away... go away... he whispered a final time as a clear vision of a pack of dogs stalking along the bottom of a dirt dune. The dune that they were on.
Shesta let out a hoarse cry as the images left him; his eyes finally seeing everything around him. T-t-the dogs are stalking us! he managed to choke out before three furry beasts flung themselves into the air next to them.
Korent wiped at his mouth, a small trickle of blood rubbed off onto his glove. The Celet elite were not to be underestimated. It's not like they'd give up the chance to be king without a fight. Two rounds down and only four more to go.
While he hadn't injured any of his opponents too much, he certainly wasn't holding back much. Power was a dangerous thing to offer anyone. Of course, he wouldn't let anyone defeat him, not if it meant losing Galese. Korent practically threw all his weight forward, forcing his opponent back to avoid his blade. Perfect.
He dropped to the ground, seemingly as if his ankle had been sprained and struck out at the Celet soldier's feet. The man fell at the attack, only he fell backwards and onto his back. It didn't take the dragonslayer long to swing his sword forward and hold it to the man's throat while he was kneeling. Korent growled in a tone that could one day rival his General's.
The soldier held up his hand, sweat and blood covering the Celetan's face. The match was over, with Korent as the victor. He didn't bother to give the soldier a hand up. Instead he wiped at his forehead, as much to wipe away the sweat as to clear his mind. The second round of the tournament was his, only three more to go.
I'm almost there Galese, almost... Korent's steps were slow and deliberate as the next two combatants took the field, two soldiers of Celet. The dragonslayer let out an amused chuckle as the two passed him. There was no way anyone would be able to stand against the dragonslayers in the end. His icy blue eyes went from the now fighting soldiers to his fellow slayers that won their own matches or were waiting for their match to begin. Would he be able to defeat them all?
Kuaru did not trouble himself with running down the halls of the outpost. There were no intruders and he knew exactly where Refina was. As expected he came upon an open door to see Refina staring into a shattered mirror. Across her face was a still healing red mess from Celena's messy work with the dagger. They've called us, I expect you to tell the troops to move out. They won't be expecting an attack from this front as well.
Refina didn't answer him for a minute and Kuaru almost thought she'd gone deaf as well as blind. Her blue eyes blinked and looked down at the bandages in her lap. I'll prepare then, she softly, almost submissively. It took the little brat long enough to find her place.
The Alseides will move out at sunset. The dragonslayers should be gone from the castle by then, Kuaru explained in a low voice. Refina's skin flinched, loosening part of the scab above her right cheekbone. A small trickle of blood flowed down her face just before she began to rewrap the wound, artificially blinding herself. Your eyesight has returned?
Of course sorcerer. I would not be a competent mercenary without my sight. Kuaru turned around, a troubled look on his face. It was all too forced, her words too fast and pitch too high; she was lying. It's a shame we need to dispose of another pawn. That just means there will be none in our way at the end. Surely Zongi will understand.
I'll prepare the Alseides, after all it needs direction now that it has a host.
It doesn't matter if the host is alive or dead, as long as it occupies the Alseides it will move at my command.
she replied with just a touch of her previous strength from before they launched this whole entire war...
Galese watched the tournament from her dias, just out of range from the combatants. The advisors had continued to plague her with their outcries of injustice to Celet. So much so that Galese fully intended to send Zorya after them just to have silence.
Her grey eyes, tinged with worry, concentrated on the far end of the tournament grounds. There her would be champions awaited their chance. Round four already... Will the General keep his word? Suddenly uneasy Galese watched her bodyguard from the corner of her eye. Zorya was stone faced and apparently bored as well.
She bit down on her lip. Gods, she didn't even know if Zorya even really felt anything for the General. Well, how would you feel about a blood thirsty General? Love isn't that easy to recognize.
Shesta's up, Zorya noted absently and broke Galese from her thoughts.
The dragonslayer made it this far... Only eight people would be dueling now. Just a little longer Korent. She'd made it her mission to personally watch over all his matches. The advisors of course dragged her away several times to try and talk some sense into her. What does it matter that I missed a few less important matches?
When did Latro enter? Zorya's voice was soft now, the bored overtone gone from her words.
Galese nearly gasped. I thought Dilandau- The General told her the names of all the dragonslayers entering the tournament and Latro was not one of them.
Zorya nearly flinched as Latro brought his sword hard against Shesta's side. The smaller dragonslayer staggered and was unprepared for the next attack. Latro's free hand swung around, easily knocking Shesta off balance. His sword came down a few seconds later, to stop at the skin of Shesta's neck. The match, it didn't even last five minutes...
The match is over, Latro Onis is the winner of match B round 4, one tournament official called out. Latro backed away from Shesta, not even bothering to help the other dragonslayer up. Her grey green eyes squinted, trying to see what was the matter. There's something wrong with him. He never fought like that before. Zorya was jolted from her thoughts by an unmistakable presence. Sure enough Galese was glaring at the space just behind Zorya.
a barely audible growl came from behind Zorya. She didn't need to turn around to see who it was.
I thought you informed me of all the dragonslayers that entered, Galese hissed at them, trying carefully not to get the attention of her watchful advisors. Dilandau was silent which made Zorya, after ignoring him successfully all of the day before, turn her head to watch him. He was dressed in his full armor uniform as always, the red bringing out his eyes.
He won't win. That was all Dilandau said, aside from the anger on his face. It placated Galese somewhat, though Zorya wasn't so sure of his words. It sounded like he was holding something back. But Dilandau never does that... Another look crossed his face when he noticed her staring at him which almost made Zorya think he was questioning her without even saying anything.
she said softly and gladly looked away.
Foruma's back was painfully ground into by the cell's iron bars but that wasn't all that bothered him. Where are they? Garufo whined from his own cell.
Patience. We waited this long and we can wait a bit longer-
For everything to go wrong again? First our plan for the black dragon clan goes astray and now this plan goes to hell as well! Garufo screeched in a pitch above a normal human's range. You're losing it. As it was Foruma could barely see Garufo's pale skin dissolve and another darker color show from just beneath it.
Takaru will have no problem leaving here until you do gain patience, correct Takaru? Paruchi's voice was directed away from his cell and to the perennial darkness around them.
Fate changed... all fates changed... All because of you, Takaru's voice rasped. Foruma could make out the outline of his form, hunched over and his green eyes staring at them.
Takaru, is the tournament finished?
No, Latro's fate is changed. You changed it, Takaru repeated again. Foruma watched him, wondering if Zongi's removal of Ricpen had damaged Takaru in more than just his physical appearance looks.
Your fate will be changed again if you do not release us Takaru, Paruchi stated with his familiar cool and commanding voice.
But it will be corrected, not changed, Takaru babbled. Foruma could just picture Garufo ready to explode and shed whatever spell that protected his image.
No, don't you see Takaru? This was your fate, we did not change it. If you go against us now you will be changing your own fate, Paruchi said smoothly, his voice low and even. Foruma was barely able to detect even the smallest amount of malice in those words. If I were human I would believe him, he thought. But that was the reason for all of this, their façades, their plans. If the power of the gods could make them like they were before... Before they tried to become gods on their own.
We were so close. If Folken hadn't interrupted-
No, not my fate, he began to speak again. Takaru's speech slurred, as if controlling his lips was too much for his mind to do.
Yes, this is your fate. Your fate to release us, don't you see Takaru? Paruchi used a new tone now. The tone they all used at one time or another to admonish the apprentices. Takaru's green eyes, the only part of him not decomposed, latched onto Paruchi's.
My fate. Not Ricpen's fate, my fate, Takaru voiced and Foruma recognized the spell. Paruchi was forcing Takaru to understand against his will. No other way, besides Takaru wouldn't last like this for much longer anyway, the cool calculating portion of Foruma's inhuman mind thought.
Takaru huddled in one corner, almost afraid to move. Everything hurt, the skin that peeled off and then grown again, his scalp where new hair grew and clumps fell out. He was dead, his body thought that but, his essence refused to let the body die completely. Ricpen? Ricpen?
He won't answer me, Takaru mumbled to himself and sunk inwards on himself. His bones repositioned themselves in his body and he could hear the sickening noise of his organs as they sunk inwards as well.
Of course he won't. I have him now, Ricpen said softly. Takaru's eyes shot up at once to see Ricpen before him, in Zongi's control. The sorcerers were looking for you. But, I see you already released them.
My fate, my purpose is done, Takaru repeated mechanically for Zongi. The skin on the doppelganger's face rippled, as if he were about to change his form. He did, the skin tones that once highlighted the prince of Hiwero's face dissolved into a pattern of white and blue.
No, you're like me now but, not like me, Zongi said in his normally raspy voice. Takaru ignored him. He wasn't a doppelganger, he was an abomination with the sole purpose of aiding the sorcerers. You have an essence but, the body is unwilling. I have no essence but, a vessel, Zongi said slowly. Perhaps he hoped Takaru would actually listen but the zombie of an apprentice remained where he was, his green eyes unseeing of the doppelganger before him. I take essences Takaru, just as I took Ricpen. Be thankful that I left you a body for your essence.
Takaru paid him little heed though his mind began to work. What if he was stuck like this for the end of time? Would his body decompose until there was nothing left for him to occupy but bones? What if I can't die?
Galese clutched at the armrests to her makeshift throne as Gatty fell to the ground. His sword was halfway across the grounds and Latro was advancing upon the other dragonslayer mercilessly. If Galese didn't know any better she would've said that the General had possessed Latro. Get up Gatty! Get up! You have to face Korent in the final battle!
She hoped Ryuon would fall to Korent in what would appear to be very heated hand to hand combat. Of course Ryuon didn't really want to be king so he'd have no motivation for the semi-finals. Korent's hope would give him enough to overcome his dragonslayer. At least, that's what Galese fervently hoped for. Galese threw a quick glance to the side at her . She'd been a fool to think she could trust the advisors her uncle held prior to the sorcerers. They were already fidgeting and talking amongst themselves, suspecting that it was all rigged before hand.
I'll have to keep Zorya close but, not the General. I don't know if he can lie without breaking into that maniacal laugh of his. They'll accuse all of this being rigged. Galese shut her eyes briefly, not letting her advisors see her worry. Latro overcoming everyone in the tournament had not been planned. Then again rigging it so Korent would win hadn't happened either.
The dragonslayers will enter this tournament of yours. They'll defeat your guards and easily, he told her with pride on his face though it was pulled into a scowl.
But what about Korent?
If he really wants you then he'll make himself win. No dragonslayer will fall to another because you wish it, he'd told her, the scowl on his face all the while.
I'm lucky he even consented to allowing the dragonslayers to enter. I just hope Latro won't be as focused as he is now. Anxiety colored Galese's face for a moment too long as Zorya noticed it.
My queen? the words in her voice sounded strange on her ears. Zorya's not used to saying them either. She refused to look at her advisors and concentrated on Zorya's face. If she looked away they'd question all of this.
I'm fine, just a bit ill from watching all this combat, she lied and hoped that her advisors would buy it. A puzzled look crossed Zorya's face but the bodyguard didn't question her. The man standing behind Zorya however, grinned maliciously and didn't bother to hide it. I wouldn't smile until you're sure the bird cage is locked, Galese grumbled to herself and tried to hide her frown of disapproval from the General. Latro Onis is the winner of match A round 5, the announcer shouted and caused the advisors to stir next to her.
It was a rare moment that Korent found himself in. He was nervous, not the butterflies of anticipation for a battle to begin. Not the adrenaline rush of fighting off several opponents all at once. He wasn't just nervous, he was afraid.
The final match will begin, Latro Onis and Korent Osuden of the dragonslayers unit are the finalists. He didn't need to be at Galese's side to hear the advisors whining and complaining. But I'll be there soon enough... if Latro doesn't kill me first.
He never saw Latro so focused, so vicious in all the battles and skirmishes they'd been in as dragonslayers. May good fortune be with both of you despite however this may end, the queen called out, her voice strong and commanding.
Latro brought his sword up, a strange smile on his face. He almost looked like Lord Dilandau but Korent ignored it. The other dragonslayer rushed forward, a crazed look in his eyes. Korent sidestepped the attack and whirled around to bring his sword up to parry Latro's blow. It was almost as if Latro snapped and didn't care what happened except him winning the queen's hand. I will not let that happen!
Korent pushed back, more forcefully than he ever did before, and barely managed to offset Latro's balance in the process. In doing that however Korent found himself with too much momentum to stop moving forwards and was caught over stretching with his sword. His eyes flicked from Latro's sword to the dragonslayer's face in a second. The surprise that colored the blond's eyes disappeared as an almost desperate joy filled them.
That was the last Korent saw before Latro's other hand released his sword and took a jab at Korent's chin. Not again! Stars flashed before Korent's eyes but it was too late. He hi the ground with a stifled groan, his hands still on his sword. Latro's sword was already at Korent's neck, the sharp edge bit into his skin.
Latro didn't bother to hide his smile of triumph. She was his, all his. If he couldn't have Master Dilandau then he'd take the woman who made him her knight. He allowed his eyes to slowly wander over Korent's seemingly prone form. Gatty put up more of a fight than you, he thought with a sneer. His eyes moved upwards to the dias where his queen-
He caught her eyes, her grey eyes, with his own and froze completely. His smile faded, his facial muscles lax. She was staring right back at him but...
Her face, it was hers...
Her hair, it was hers...
Her voice, it was hers...
Her eyes... those weren't her eyes.
It was that second of hesitation, that horrible moment of realization... the announcer began but Latro didn't hear him. That wasn't her, it wasn't his princess that he was struggling to win. His eyes wandered to the woman at the queen's side who only stared back at Latro, surprise in her grey-green depths.
Those were her eyes, that was her face... Latro felt something stir within him. He'd been tricked into this, tricked into abandoning the true queen-
It was then he caught sight of the General, his General. The dark eyes were narrowed, the General's eyebrows pulled down to match the noiseless snarl clearly meant for Latro. The blond's eyes widened just bit more, taking up more precious seconds.
The General moved just a bit forward, his chin over Zorya's shoulder. That feeling Latro searched to find died at that sight.
He wasn't fighting to be a knight of the queen he thought he loved. He wasn't even fighting to gain favor of his General. Everything he'd fought for was for naught. An empty void took up the place once occupied by Latro's desperate plight to win his love. There was no point to it now. Is the win-
Latro's nerve endings didn't even register the blow Korent dealt him. He didn't even see Korent get p to strike at him. One second he was staring blindly at the dias the next his vision was covered in black spots. I do not yield! Korent shouted and Latro barely managed to bring his sword up to defend himself. The metal clashed and sparks flew. His attempt was not in earnest and Korent made quick work of his lowered guard. He couldn't tell how long they went on for, only that it ended with him on the ground, Korent above him and unmoving. the other dragonslayer hissed thorough clenched teeth, partly due to Latro's earlier attack.
The defeated dragonslayer held up his left hand, too distraught to even dare to speak the words. I have to. There's no way I can compete with Master Dilandau if he-
I yield, Latro managed to choke out.
Korent Osuden is the winner of the final match, the announcer called out. His words were loud enough to prevent Latro from saying anything else.
Zorya wasn't entirely sure of what happened. One second it looked as if Latro had won and then the next Korent reversed their positions. Not before Latro stared at her with a distraught look in his eyes. Seeing him on the ground, completely at the mercy of Korent with that still shocked expression; Zorya almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
It was just about when the announcer called out Korent's confirmed victory that she realized Dilandau was leaning over one of her shoulders slightly. The familiar feeling of the hair on the back of her neck was absent, as if she were used to him that close now. Dilandau wasn't looking at her however, a part of her was slightly upset he wasn't, he was watching the two combatants. Was he why Latro lost? Did he tell Latro to give up?
That was impossible though, and Zorya knew it. She also knew how it felt to be under the scrutinizing and demeaning glare of the General. I don't blame Latro for giving up.
My queen we've indulged your childish antics long enough now if you'll entertain these propo- an advisor's voice drew her attention away from Dilandau.
Galese completely ignored the advisor however and stood up. Congratulations warrior. You are the best warrior in Celet that wished to participate, Galese said with a small smile. If Zorya weren't paying such close attention to the queen she might've missed it all together. You will meet with myself and my advisors after you have cleaned up. Galese turned to face the advisors, an assortment of shocked and angry faces. You will compensate all the other soldiers that entered. Zorya, Galese called her and ended any protests that the advisors might voice.
Kopre turned to Hapaon long enough to level him with a glare. I told you to be more forceful with your protest! the older advisor practically hissed at the other advisor. They weren't even instated for more than ten moons and already the queen eluded and defeated everything they wanted.
We're only advisors, we aren't the rulers, Hapaon said curtly. So you won't fight with us to make sure we're still here in thirty moons? The advisor raised a chocolate brown eyebrow as he rose from his seat, following the the other advisors.
What do you mean?
If the queen continues with this then she'll get rid of us, just as she did to King Kaele's advisors- a withered advisor added.
But they were trying to kill her and the Lady Pele, Hapaon tried to reason with them.
She'll do the same to us, Kopre insisted.
Now, now there. There's no proof she'll do this. She may rule like her parents or, do you not remember them? one wrinkled man spoke up, coming to Hapaon's aid.
Thank you. Besides, she takes the counsel of Lady Pele as well. And she's agreed with us most of the time-
That's it! The Lady Pele, she bears a resemblance to the queen. We can make her look even more like the queen and marry her off to a proper suitor, Kopre said excitedly. His fellow advisors stared at him for quite some time, not sure what to make of it.
What if she doesn't want to? Hapaon ventured.
My boy, you have a lot to learn about women. What woman wouldn't want to pretend to be a queen or even be her? the withered advisor chuckled as the advisors began their search for the proposals' substitute.
It was easier to ignore the irate losers' of the tournament than Korent originally thought. Nothing mattered now, he'd defeated Latro (even if for a few seconds he didn't think he'd win) and he'd be Galese's king. He passed a dirty cloth back to Shesta, the tattooed dragonslayer watching him with wide eyes. Lord Dilandau won't like this Korent. We were supposed to enter to show our superiority in combat not win the queen's hand.
Korent smiled at the younger looking slayer. I was in it to win from the beginning Shesta. And Latro gave me a scare but I still came out on top. Shesta touched his own bruised face at Korent's comment.
I think Latro took it a little too seriously, Shesta whispered softly. Korent didn't even hear the other slayer's words as they reached the end of one hallway that opened into a courtyard that then connected to the main complex of the castle as well as lead back to the stables. Hope our chargers didn't mind us using their training paddock as tournament grounds. Shesta hissed and snapped Korent out of his thoughts.
The queen was waiting for them, her bodyguard and look alike just behind her and behind her... Lord Dilandau, your Majesty, Lady Pele, Korent rushed and bowed to them. He could see the sneer of contempt at bowing on Dilandau's face in his mind. when he rose and saw his General's face it was anything but that. Anger smoldered beneath what looked to be a calm exterior; after serving under the General for eight years anyone would be able to see that.
Korent Osuden is it? I must say I look forward to getting to know you better. Provided you're not some Hiwero spy, Galese said with a smile. Korent felt himself smiling back and didn't resist it even as the advisors thundered down the corridor Galese came from.
Your Highness! We cannot allo-
Lady Pele, please escort the advisors back to the meeting chambers. I wish to speak with Korent about the duties he will assume, Galese spoke to Zorya, bypassing the advisors completely. Shall we?
Korent held out his arm, the bulky dragonslayer armor gone from the matches before. He hoped Gatty wouldn't mind him borrowing the blue shirt. As you wish my queen.
No sooner did Galese and Korent begin on their way did the advisors swarm Zorya. That in itself would be a feat to remember considering that Dilandau was no more than a foot away from her when it happened. Surely you can talk some sense into the queen. We need these marriage alliances desperately Lady Pele.
She's made her decision, Zorya said and tried to back away from the suitors. How did they manage to push Dilandau away? The advisors moved forward again despite the steps back she took. In a miet Zorya found herself within a human circle.
Then surely you would not wish Celet to be handicapped would you Lady Pele? Zorya couldn't get out of the circle, the advisors were all around her.
When will you wed Lady Pele?
Surely we cannot allow such a woman as yourself to become a spinster-
Lady Pele will you entertain a proposal from-
No, let me out of here, Zorya tried to raise her voice to be heard but it failed. The advisors pressed against the circle further and Zorya couldn't help but feel suffocated. It was as if the first pillar of fire had become a ring of human bodies. No...
Without warning the bodies and voices to her right were silenced and Zorya felt faint. The courtyard was tilting dangerously and she couldn't get her bearings. A low snarl was the only thing that broke the silence. Her feet seemed to fall out from beneath her, she needed air! A rush of fresh cool spring air flooded her from all sides and something supported her. Someone was crying, or whining might've been the better word to use. Zorya opened her eyes to see the advisors still in the circle but, it had expanded several feet outward. There was at least five feet between her and the nearest person, not including the writhing advisor with blood everywhere or-
Dilandau's eyes were narrowed at everyone that formed the circle around Zorya. She became aware that it was his arm, stretched across her back, that supported her. The tournament did not concern her, Dilandau practically growled and Zorya felt something in her stomach flip-flop.
one advisor stammered. Dilandau raised his hand, the one that held his bloodied sword and pointed it at the advisor.
My sword will concern itself with you however, he said with a chuckle and Zorya saw the cruel smile that played on his lips now. He'd injure or kill anyone that would dare even try to speak with her of proposals. Shesta, the advisors forgot the way to the meeting chamber. Show them the way.
The cherubic dragonslayer remained still and nodded, the shock very much apparent on his face. In fact, he couldn't take his eyes off Zorya or Dilandau. Zorya felt the faint heat on her cheeks and tried to extricate herself from Dilandau's arm. His grip was steadfast and refused to move; all while he was concentrating on glaring at the advisors.
If they forget, help remind them, Dilandau said brusquely and waited for his point to get across before sheathing his sword. Shesta nodded, the slightly confused look did not leave his face, and faced the advisors for Dilandau and Zorya.
This way. No, we can't bring a medic out here. You can carry your own can't you? a false bravado was in Shesta voice, as if he were still shocked at what he saw.
You can let go now, Zorya told him and allowed her eyes to meet his.
If I don't? A malicious and mischievous glint lit his eyes as he spoke. Zorya pulled away from him and Dilandau's arm gave her no resistance. The look on his face didn't change though Zorya couldn't be sure but something was off with him. Something was bothering him but, Zorya couldn't be sure.
You didn't have to do that to the advisor. Galese will-
I do not answer to you or her for my actions, Dilandau replied and looked over his shoulder at the retreating advisors.
But, that wasn't necessary- Zorya began, the image of the wounded soldier in her mind.
They're idiots, worse than that even. Without an example they'd continue. Although they'll probably try to anyway, Dilandau's voice dropped as Zorya slowed behind him. Let them try. While the last thing he said was barely above a whisper it held a guttural tone to it that made Zorya hang on each word. He was acting just as if...
You growl like a wild animal. Like a dog, Zorya said absently, not expecting that to get a reaction from Dilandau. He visibly stiffened at her comment however, and his eyebrows came downward while his right cheek began to tick.
Dilandau had no time to react other than to look at the three airborne objects. Shesta's shouting was surpassed by the surprised cries of the other boys. He managed to summon whatever it was in his blood again. It was enough to send one of the dog men backwards, the sound as its back hit the ground was a satisfying crack to Dilandau's ears.
There was no time to revel in his small victory. The other two dogs had slashed at their horses throats and Miguel wasn't defending his horse at all. Fight back! Dilandau cried and forced his horse to turn around, forced it to face the monsters that were ripping apart its kin. The bay whinnied in fear and balked even as Dilandau forced it towards the two dog men.
Before long Guimel and Shesta were knocked from their horses, Ryuon and Gatty were the next to follow. Dilandau couldn't understand why they were being thrown around like rag dolls. They'd gotten past armed overseers at the mines but these dog men-
A paw came into Dilandau's view too late and he felt himself become airborne only to fall back to the ground seconds later. His jaw smarted but it wasn't enough to make Dilandau give in. he screeched and used his power on the advancing dog man; at least he tried to. He felt the power build within him as his anger grew and... Nothing. The feeling of power surging through his veins dissipated only to be replaced by a debilitating weariness. He couldn't stay awake... he couldn't be strong... he couldn't fight...
He didn't even feel the pain of the dog man's last blow as the world darkened all around him. Weak humans. They run us out of our homes and then come to our lands again.
We'll eat good tomorrow, unless Jajuka wants these little things for toys, the second dog man snarled. Lupim? Lupim are you all right? Dilandau could faintly hear them call out to the third dog man.
It was torture, being locked away in the power deprived state. Dilandau gritted his teeth through the darkness, ignoring the pain it brought him. They'd escaped the energist mines only to be captured by dogs. They were slaves... again. No! I won't let myself be a slave again, Dilandau vowed while the dogs began to drag the unconscious boys.
Kuaru stood before the red mass with no fear in his eyes. Everything would finally work out, they would make the sacrifice of the goddess with the god of death itself. A smirk pulled at his lips but, it didn't stay there for long. he called, not bothering to look behind him.
The soldiers have moved out. Even if their forces return when we attack we'll be able to hold the castle. At least, we can hold it long enough to perform whatever it is you're going to do, Refina replied in an almost bored tone. He could tell she was still standing farther than she should be by the volume of her voice.
We do not have any time to waste Rowisan, Kuaru growled and cast a glare over his shoulder. The bandages were gone from her eyes and the delicate blond eyebrows came down for a split second before she began to move.
Satisfied, Kuaru turned his attention back to the Alseides. Blood of the impure Dragon awaken the ancient Armor*, he shouted. For a moment it seemed as if nothing happened. Kuaru remained focused, unblinking, on the Alseides. The life, what little was left, in the outpost's courtyard ceased to exist. The crickets no longer chirped and the buzz of greedy flies was quiet. A sickening sound filled the air and if Kuaru had focused on Refina instead he would've seen her face blanche. It sounded as if muscles were being ripped apart and bones being cracked in two.
You are mine Alseides! Obey my word! Kuaru shouted, for the first time afraid. If all the spells, all the extra hours of research were for nothing then Alseides would destroy them both and the goddess could get away. The sounds stopped momentarily, long enough for the emerald spheres in the red god's to focus on Kuaru. I gave you a host and I can take it from you.
Alseides was silent still and Kuaru grinned. Come Refina, it doesn't need to absorb anything else any longer.
Syrun helped with the spells girl. Do you think it can rebel from all the spells of the Black Dragon army and a mystic's song? Whether Refina held her tongue out of fear or agreement Kuaru would never know. Alseides, host, bring us to Waesir. Bring us to our goddess of wings! Kuaru shouted at the god. The Alseides remained in its mute stupor before the bone cracking and sinew ripping resumed. The early dawn's light was blocked from view as wings protruded from the instrument of destruction. Yes, bring us to her, Kuaru whispered and stepped onto a crima platform made from the god's blood. he shouted when the blond did not follow him immediately. Do you want to face the dragonslayers in hand to hand combat?
No sir, Refina muttered but, Kuaru didn't like the tone of her voice. If she were hiding something she was doing so badly.
Dilandau didn't bother to fein interest as the queen briefed her other Generals. Those buffoons would take the main front while the dragonslayers would sneak in the back and skewer the Hiwero troops. Ricpen wore a frown on his face but Dilandau paid him no attention. It was that idiot, part of him anyway, that nearly killed Zorya in the first place. Why can't you simply tell your soldiers the war is off? one general asked Ricpen.
They don't listen to me. They didn't listen to me the day the sorcerers came into my country. The sorcerers are under arrest now so they must be following someone else's orders. The dragonslayers will determine-
They'll be on the walk of the dead before your forces even begin to fight, Dilandau said with a smile. Which is why this meeting should be over already. This time Dilandau directed a glare at both Ricpen and Galese. The abomination was trying to get close to the queen through aide with war tactics. It didn't make sense, especially since it was fairly obvious Galese was set in her decision about the tournament king.
You will allow my future king to remain in the castle, won't you General? He needs to be informed of some of the more complex duties as king. It took nearly all Dilandau's remaining self restraint not to growl or frown at the queen. He did not appreciate being tricked or coerced into anything. It's worth it. It has to be worth it. She won't leave me like the others, she won't be weak like the Dragon's hand maiden.
Dilandau made a gesture of agreement with his hand and Galese nodded. Then I adjourn this meeting. Generals you have my prayers for you battles- He didn't hear the rest as he was already out the door. There was only one thing he wanted to do before he would lead the dragonslayers to a defunct outpost only a few moons away.
Zorya had been enjoying her morning, especially since she wasn't in the tactics meeting with the queen and generals. She didn't want to see Ricpen, even if he wasn't all Takaru. The small portion that was Takaru unnerved her more than she would let on.
She glanced out one window, the morning fog blending the still snow covered ground with the sky. How many more times would she get to see this in her life? Once more? Fifty times, a hundred? A part of her ached at that thought. She still had things unfinished but, if she had to make a choice-
The advisors will try again if you're unattended, his voice didn't disturb the cool morning scene Zorya watched. The smile still on her face she turned to him. He wore his full suit of armor, the red leather pieces underneath, the heavy breastplate and other coverings and then the white overlayer. He was a General ready for battle, despite whatever the outcome might be. As it was he looked the complete opposite of Zorya.
She chose to dress in something a little more breathable and chosen a dark green dress native to Celet. I think they got the point yesterday.
Dilandau's garnet eyes were locked on hers. Even if she wanted to look away Zorya was unsure if she would be able to. When this battle is over I will return, and you will be here, Dilandau said evenly. It was almost as if he wanted to command her to stay.
Zorya wasn't sure how to respond. She didn't feel like flinging herself into his arms and telling him how much she'd miss him. She wasn't even sure if she would miss him. Her stomach flip flopped and Zorya shut her eyes briefly. No, that wasn't true, a part of her would miss him.
he asked when she didn't respond. His eyes hadn't moved at all, even when she'd shut her own. They were still on her, asking yet another question that Zorya didn't know if she had the answer to.
You can't order me, Zorya said evenly as she tried to find the answer. Dilandau' eyes hardened; his cheek twitched involuntarily.
You're not a dragonslayer I can order. That is... it... Dilandau seemed to fumble for the right words although his cool exterior remained the same. Gaea would not deprive me of the one thing I wish to possess. You will be here.
Zorya didn't know whether or not to argue with him on that. If I'm sent back?
Dilandau shifted his weight, his chin inched up that much higher. Gaea would not dare to deprive me of my wish or She would tremble beneath my rage, he said casually, his haughty tone infecting each word. Zorya had to smile at that, one corner of her mouth inched upwards in a softer reflection of Dilandau's smirk. He would start a war on the planet itself for me.
Zorya began but stopped. She wanted to say something, to let Dilandau know of her uncertainty but couldn't. I'll be here. It could work, stranger things had happened to stranger people. But I'm still not sure...
Dilandau's smirk softened into a smile, his facial features relaxing just a bit. Then I will return, his words didn't help to calm her worries. The silence after his words was awkward, with neither person moving towards the other.
Finally, wishing to put her worries at ease Zorya closed the gap between them. I expect you to return, she told him, though her heart wasn't completely in the words. The smile, the smile she never saw him show another living being, remained on his face even as he leaned towards her. His arms went around her smoothly and his lips claimed hers. It was certainly more poised and gentler than the first time he'd tried it on her. Zorya's eyes closed and it seemed nothing mattered. But feeling returned to her, and Zorya found herself more confused than before as he pulled away from the kiss. I want you to return.
I will return, aand you will be here. As long as you will be here I'll return, Dilandau spoke softly, as if he were afraid anyone else might hear them. Zorya thought that foolsih until she processed everything. This was probably the closest she would ever get to I love you' from him at all. Her stomach flip-flopped again and she tightened her arms around him, daring him close to her face again.
I want to be here. I want you to return, she whispered in turn, allowing herself to lean into his kiss.
*Kuaru's spell is a direct quote from the movie when they revive Alseides.
The Hunt: Part 23
Immortal Confessions
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Date Started: 7/18/01
Date Completed: 8/25/01
