Chapter 7!@#$%^&*()--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Saria," Folken sighed, "I don't know how to go about this but even Dilandau can contain himself when it comes to these sort of problems." he said pacing back and forth in front of me.
I smirked, "Bullshit, I heard that he broken a guys arm and nose over the last piece of meat. So don't tell me that Mr. Jackass can contain himself," I spat.
"Compared to you Saria he did contain himself. You broken the guys right arm, left leg, ripped out one of his eyes and made him eat it. That is completely unacceptable, I will not have it. If this behaviour of yours continues you will be forced to wear dresses and act as the other women do. Understand?" Folken said calmly.
I rolled my eyes, "Whatever but I'm not eating with those pigs. They're disgusting! They came onto me and trying to pull my armour off me. I refuse to eat in the there!" I retorted. Getting up and grabbing my sword I stalked off the training. Dilandau will be mad when he finds out I nearly killed one of his best men and am late for training at the same time. I calmly walked down the corridor to the training hall. I slowly opened the door and walked in. All eyes were on me as I strolled over to the bench. I only made it half before Dilandau started screaming at me as usual.
"Where have you been woman?! You're late!! On top of that I hear that you are responsible for Migel's medical condition. Is that true?!" he screamed at me.
I walked up to him and put my face up in his, "It's none of your business...Dilandau," I said calmly and smiled.
He frowned and slapped me across the face, "Get your sword, woman," he spat and walked over and picked up his sword. Turning around he slowly pulled out his sword from it's sheath and pointed it towards me, "This is your first training lesson," he growled. Focusing my eyes on him I quickly pulled out my sword and stood in my ready position looking directly at him. My eyes gleamed red as I could see his do the same. We were more alike than I initially thought.
He ran towards me, sword outstretched. Our swords met in union. Again and again they clashed. I didn't even know what I was doing. The moves I was pulling off I didn't remember from anywhere. I had never had any other previous training. Something in the back of my brain was controlling my moves and it just flowed out of me like water. The expression on Dilandau's face got angrier and angrier. "DAMN YOU WOMAN!!! WHY AREN'T YOU LOSING?!!" he screamed at me. "I DON'T KNOW WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME WHY YOU AREN'T WINNING??!!" I laughed and with a swift hit with the flat side of my sword I sent him sliding across the floor in pain. "Lucky for you I hit you with the flat side of my blade," I smirked and walked away, sheathing my sword at the same time. "DAMN YOU! YOU BITCH!!" he yelled after me. There was nothing he could say to make me feel any less of myself. The men talked among themselves as I walked through the. Some pointed and sneered, others laughed. Somehow I managed to block most of their comments out of my mind as I walked to the hall doors. Before I could turn the knob I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn't move. "We aren't finished yet..."Dilandau growled. I slowly turned around to face him, "Yes we are. When your enemy's blade has fallen the fight is finished, although usually you're supposed to kill them but lucky for you I gave you another chance," I said in a harsh tone. He stared at me for a few minutes then turned away. "Go to your room woman, I will see you tonight," he grinned then stalked off to finish the training. I blinked. See me tonight? What was he talking about? A private training lesson? Oh god knows what he was talking about, it's not like he was asking me to dinner. He wouldn't in the first place, for one thing he hates me. Two, I just beat him and he really hates me. Whatever the matter may be I had no reason to worry about it. Whatever Dilandau is planning, Folken knows about it and if Folken knows something he will surely tell me. I walked swiftly down the dark hallway that led to Folken's quarters. The hallway seemed unusually dark today, not that it made a difference I could never see where I was going in the first place. No matter I knocked on the door. "Folken? Folken?" I heard footsteps near the door, is creeked open, "Saria? May I help you?" Folken asked and opened the door for me to come in. The room was dark and quiet, he guided me to a chair and motioned for me to sit. "What brings you here? You're supposed to be in training right now." I nodded, "Yes I am. I was just wondering do you know if Dilandau has plans of any kind tonight?" Folken blinked, "No I'm not aware of any plans he has made. I'm sure that if he made plans he would have informed me first. Why do you ask?" Folken calmly said and leaned towards me slightly. "Oh no reason, I was just wondering what his schedule was like that's all," I lied and got up from the chair. "Be sure to wear something nice tonight Saria," Folken smiled and pushed me lightly out the door. Confused and a little tired I started to walk to my bedroom. Stupid people, trying to scare me. What was with Folken? Telling me to dress nice for tonight, how fucked up. Oh well, fuck it. I slowly climbed the stairs that lead up to the hall way in which my room was. The stairs seemed unbelievably hard to climb today. I must just be tired. It was nearing 6pm and falling asleep seemed to be a good idea to spend the rest of my evening doing. I had been drawing and training all afternoon in my bedroom. Although I still have no idea where I had such fighting skills from and drawing was the same. I don't remember knowing how to draw, and certainly not well. I sat down on my bed and looked at the pictures I had created. The images seemed to familiar but I knew I have never seen them before. It seemed like there was a whole world trapped in the back of my mind that I had never known about. I yawned. Sleep was near, I had already removed my armour but my clothes needed a wash so I removed those to and climbed into bed. The ticking of the clock next to my bed helped me drift off to sleep.
(AN: I haven't updated in a really long time, so so sorry peoples but yea I forgot about the story I hope its ok although it's kinda boring and my writing skills are lacking so R/R PLZ and I try and write more soon :P )