Ziabach's worst enemy!
Part. 5
Smoke and heat clogged my lungs. If the fire was doing this to me while I was so far away, imagine what it was doing to the people in it!
Why were they doing this? Didn't they know how much it would hurt me? Of course they did, that's why they're doing it, stupid. They know it'll effect your performance. Your fighting skill will waver and they'll use that time, while your weak, to poison you, or to beat you up.
I coughed, and looked up, Dilandau was standing right in my path. I had no problem with it, I couldn't see my house turning to ashes.
"Sad isn't it? Your only home, gone, burned, and your family with it." He said before shoving his fist into my stomach. I crippled, I fell to the ground despite the people holding me up.
"I pity you Dilandau, so you ever eat anything besides other people's pain and sorrow?" I asked, looking up. More smoke caught in my lungs and I couldn't control my lungs, I went into a coughing spasm.
"The one I really love seeing get hurt is you, Tora, you've always caused so much trouble, a smart person would have quite while they were ahead, but no, you had to keep going, which is just what got you into your inconvenience."
I counted the syllables," Wow Dilandau, you used four syllables, a new world record!" I said with fake enthusiasm.
I got kneed in the stomach for that one. I clenched my teeth and swallowed the cry coming up from my voice box.
"Let's get her back to Ziabach, Folken-sama is waiting for her," Dilandau said, and them punched me across the face before his soldiers knocked me out.
* * *
When I awoke, I was on the bed with the straps, and a soldier was tying me down. Immediately I tried to kick him away, but my feet were already clasped to the table.
"No! No, please, untie me, please!" I begged, he looked at me, as if saying he was sorry, and then finished strapping the leather that was holding my wrist.
I looked at him, begging him silently, I didn't want them to start using me for things I didn't want them to. To put drugs in my body just to see what they would do to me.
They boy had short brown hair, and blue eyes. He looked taller then me, but it might just have been because I was on the table.
"Miguel, you can leave now, thank you," He said. I watched as they boy turned around and nodded his head once, before leaving the room.
I looked in the shadows where I had heard the voice coming from. A man with a long dark blue, almost black cloak seemed to float over to the bed I was on. He had a frosty blue spiky hair, and a purple tear drop under his right eye. His eyes were a red - pink color, almost like Dilandau's.
"Why is it that everyone here wants to kill me?" I asked, he looked... almost surprised that I could talk after seeing my own house fall to the ground.
"Because you've caused us so much trouble." He said, as if it was obvious.
"Look, I did what I do because Dilandau had killed my master, I had to use my skill to do something to avenge him," I said. The man's face didn't change, he kept looking at me, like... as if asking 'Should I care?'. "It would have been disgraceful to just leave his death the way it was!"
"Listen girl, I'm not sure why you're so patient about killing yourself trying to make your master seem like a strong guy, but it gets tiring, if I was you, I'd save my strength, because after we inject you your not going to be feeling too well," He said.
"We?" I asked.
"You didn't think that I'd go through all the trouble of catching you again just so that Folken-sama would be able to have the fun of watching you suffer, did you?" I heard Dilandua ask, as the door slid open.
His sillowet was all black against the bright light beaming through the door. But I knew it was him, there was no mistake. I sighed, as if to show how bored I was.
"Dilandau, come in here and close the door, there's too much light." I guessed the one named Folken said. He was the only other one in the room besides me.
Dilandau did as he was instructed. Walking up, I saw he was smiling, very much. I yawned, to make it seem like I didn't care much at all.
Dilandua reached onto the side table and pulled off a serringe. I bit down my fear, the last thing I wanted was for them to know that I was scared and that they had the advantage over me. I didn't want them to know that I was really starting to panic.
"In her elbow," Folken instructed, and Dilandau turned my arm, making it go the way it wasn't supposed to, just so that he wouldn't have to bend over.
I clenched my teeth as he shoved the needle into my skin, I could feel it scrape across my bone, and I jerked.
"Gentle Dilandau, it wont work if you make it go in too far, slowly next time." Folken said.
"Yes Folken-sama," Dilandua said, and I watched as he make the liquid flow from the thorn into my arm. My arm tried jerking out of the holder to get away as he pulled the needle out of my elbow.
"Shouldn't you have someone who know's what they're doing be here, not wonder boy?" I asked.
"How long until it starts working?" Dilandau asked.
"That's one of the things that we're testing, but usually a few minutes," Folken explained.
I sighed. "How much you want to bet it's not going to work at all?" I asked.
* * *
"Here Tora, hold still all right? I'm going to give you a shot, but it will help if anyone ever tries to hurt you with poison, okay?"
"Yes master Magus," I said, holding out my arm. He slowly, carefully, injected me with something, something that would stop any bad drug from taking over my body, from making me go crazy.
* * *
I started laughing. Of course! My master was said to have premonitions, if he saw that ten years later they were going to try and drug me, then he would have given me the shot to stop it! .... But, then I wonder, did he know that he was going to die? Did he see the way Dilandua had killed him? Witnessed it?
"Folken-sama, is it supposed to make her start laughing?" Dilandau asked.
"You idiot's! No matter how much you give me it's not going to work!" I said, through my breaths. This was a riot!
"Dilandau, shut her up," Folken said, and Dilandau walked over, and punched me hard, in the stomach, again. "Take her back to the room, if she starts to act weird come and find me, it might be the drugs acting up." he said, and then started walking out of the room.
Dilandau walked over to me and started unstrapping me. Once I was free, I was about to run, but he grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back.
"Agh," It hurt, I clenched my teeth against the pain.
"Come on," He said, and pushed me forward through the door, pulling my arm up further and making it hurt even more.
"Is that the only thing you can think of to make me move?" I asked.
"It's the only thing that's really fun that means I don't have to carry you," he said.
I stopped walking, and he pulled up further, but I still didn't move. "You think that by holding my arm, you can make me walk?" I asked, almost as if I didn't believe him.
He didn't say anything, but instead shifted around to pull out his sword.
"I doubt that you'd ever have the courage," I said, looking back. I didn't really doubt him, but if they still wanted to keep me for whatever reason, then he wouldn't dare, but then again, he had said that he would rather kill me then anything else. And that was before they knew that the drugs wouldn't work on me, so... what was going to happen now?
"I wouldn't think so, but then again, you are the one who's been such a trouble maker," he said.
"Yeah yeah I know, I'm a real pest, everyone here hates me, blah blah blah," I said, and as soon as I was done, I felt someone rather cold and sharp against my neck, and shut up right away. If he was serious enough to put in right on my neck, then he just might end up slitting my throat.
But as soon as I was thinking that, he moved it down to my wrist, the one that he was holding, and I felt it cut my skin.
"You'll get woozy, but hopefully you'll get to the room before that though," He said.
"Well, I'll be sure to make it as aggravating for you as possible, oh wait, isn't that word a little long for you to understand?"
"Just for that comment," he said, and slashed my other wrist.
"Hey! Are you trying to kill me or something?" I asked, "Okay, bad question." I added.
"Now get going or I'm going to split your throat too."
"No, like I said, I'm going to make it as bad as I can," I said, and pushed against his shove, and ended up not going anywhere, which was just what I wanted.
But almost as soon as I had done that, I started to get dizzy, and I looked down, my blood was making a small puddle on the ground.
"Now move before you black out," He said, and pushed me forward again, but this time, I tripped, and had to lean against the wall to stay up. "Move!" He instructed.
"Oh lay off," I said, and started walking again. I shook my head to keep a straight mind.
He pushed me to make me walk faster, he didn't have time to good off, according to him. This time, I tripped, and he had to grab my arm so I didn't fall on my face.
"Walk much?" He asked, helping me regain my balance and putting a hand in the middle of my back to help me move forward without falling again.
"Oh just shut up..." I said, and then added, "I'm not used to letting people slit my wrists, blood loss is something that's new for me."
"Letting me?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yes, if I wanted to, I could have reversed the position and sent you flying over this railing, I said, jerking my head.
He chuckled. "As much of a pain you are, you're always just as amusing."
"Oh can you ever learn to be quiet?" I asked, as he pulled me to a stop. I could barley stand now, and there was a little drop of my blood here, a little there, eventually leading to my room, where another puddle was starting to form. "You're so annoying sometimes."
He let go of my arm, and punched in the code to the room, and as the door slid open, he glanced over in my direction, as if checking to see if I was all right.
"Go on, do you think you can make it to the bed without falling?" He asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
I pulled away before shooting him a deadly glance. "Of course, I'm not that weak..." I said, and walked into the room. But as soon as he wasn't there to support me, I fell on my knee's, hard.
He sighed and walked over, he picked me up, a hand on both of my elbows, and led me over to the mattress.
"I didn't need your help," I said, matter of faculty.
"Sure could have fooled me," he said, walking into the shadows.
"I don't see how someone like you could have risen to such a high position," I said, flopping down on the bed, and putting a hand over my eyes, to keep the light out. Even though some dimness was spilling through the cracks between my fingers, it was better then just the straight light.
"Hm, that's why your not an army girl," he said, but I didn't hear the rest, I had blacked out, all I know, is that he went to get someone.
* * *
I woke up, and my wrists were banged, and someone was packing their things up, I didn't know who else would be here, accept Dilandau, but I opened my eyes, and it defiantly wasn't him, he was maybe... a year older, maybe less, I didn't know, but he was wearing the blue uniform, so he must have been one of the soldiers.
"Who are you?" I asked, starting to sit up. He had short brown hair too, and again, blue eyes.
"Don't sit up, Viole said that you should rest," He said, pushing me back down gently.
"Who?"
"Our medical doctor."
"He's the one who bandaged up my wrists?" I asked, looking, and just now noticing that they were wrapped in a white gauss.
"Yeah, get some more rest, and then you can worry about escaping," He said, standing up, and closing a box that had ointment and gauss, and instant ice, you know, a medical box.
I laughed. "I think you're probably the nicest dragon slayer I've met yet," I said, smiling.
He chuckled before saying, "Well, you don't know the other soldiers, maybe if you did, you wouldn't hate us so much," he said.
I looked at him, something about his appearance, made him seem like he wouldn't be someone who would want to go on a killing spree. But I remembered seeing him in the town, he was one of the one's who attacked me, when I was defending my sister. He looked different then, then he did now.
"What's your name soldier?" I asked.
"Gatti, now get some rest, I don't want to be yelled at because Viole thinks that I didn't tell you what to do," He said, and then walked out of the room.
Huh, I guess that not all the soldiers here are ruthless and want to take over the world. But they have to know what they're helping, they have to know that all they're doing is wrong and that they could be doing people so much more good going against what they've been trained, or use their skill to rebel against Ziabach.
Maybe, maybe I could get some of them to join me, maybe I could teach them what I've learned about Ziabach, and use what they know from being here so long, they could be useful, especially if Dilandau and the others didn't know they were on my side!
But, you'd have to convince them, Gatti doesn't really want to be here, you could see it, and same with the other one, Miguel, or, maybe they're just sorry that you have to do through so much, maybe that's it, but, maybe you could use that to help convince them to join you.
No, they would never go against their beloved Dilandau and Folken, why they were so loyal was beyond me, but they must have had a good reason.
Maybe, if they still felt sorry for me, I could become their friends, and over time, get them to help me escape, that was, if I had enough time, if Dilandau wasn't pla
Part. 5
Smoke and heat clogged my lungs. If the fire was doing this to me while I was so far away, imagine what it was doing to the people in it!
Why were they doing this? Didn't they know how much it would hurt me? Of course they did, that's why they're doing it, stupid. They know it'll effect your performance. Your fighting skill will waver and they'll use that time, while your weak, to poison you, or to beat you up.
I coughed, and looked up, Dilandau was standing right in my path. I had no problem with it, I couldn't see my house turning to ashes.
"Sad isn't it? Your only home, gone, burned, and your family with it." He said before shoving his fist into my stomach. I crippled, I fell to the ground despite the people holding me up.
"I pity you Dilandau, so you ever eat anything besides other people's pain and sorrow?" I asked, looking up. More smoke caught in my lungs and I couldn't control my lungs, I went into a coughing spasm.
"The one I really love seeing get hurt is you, Tora, you've always caused so much trouble, a smart person would have quite while they were ahead, but no, you had to keep going, which is just what got you into your inconvenience."
I counted the syllables," Wow Dilandau, you used four syllables, a new world record!" I said with fake enthusiasm.
I got kneed in the stomach for that one. I clenched my teeth and swallowed the cry coming up from my voice box.
"Let's get her back to Ziabach, Folken-sama is waiting for her," Dilandau said, and them punched me across the face before his soldiers knocked me out.
* * *
When I awoke, I was on the bed with the straps, and a soldier was tying me down. Immediately I tried to kick him away, but my feet were already clasped to the table.
"No! No, please, untie me, please!" I begged, he looked at me, as if saying he was sorry, and then finished strapping the leather that was holding my wrist.
I looked at him, begging him silently, I didn't want them to start using me for things I didn't want them to. To put drugs in my body just to see what they would do to me.
They boy had short brown hair, and blue eyes. He looked taller then me, but it might just have been because I was on the table.
"Miguel, you can leave now, thank you," He said. I watched as they boy turned around and nodded his head once, before leaving the room.
I looked in the shadows where I had heard the voice coming from. A man with a long dark blue, almost black cloak seemed to float over to the bed I was on. He had a frosty blue spiky hair, and a purple tear drop under his right eye. His eyes were a red - pink color, almost like Dilandau's.
"Why is it that everyone here wants to kill me?" I asked, he looked... almost surprised that I could talk after seeing my own house fall to the ground.
"Because you've caused us so much trouble." He said, as if it was obvious.
"Look, I did what I do because Dilandau had killed my master, I had to use my skill to do something to avenge him," I said. The man's face didn't change, he kept looking at me, like... as if asking 'Should I care?'. "It would have been disgraceful to just leave his death the way it was!"
"Listen girl, I'm not sure why you're so patient about killing yourself trying to make your master seem like a strong guy, but it gets tiring, if I was you, I'd save my strength, because after we inject you your not going to be feeling too well," He said.
"We?" I asked.
"You didn't think that I'd go through all the trouble of catching you again just so that Folken-sama would be able to have the fun of watching you suffer, did you?" I heard Dilandua ask, as the door slid open.
His sillowet was all black against the bright light beaming through the door. But I knew it was him, there was no mistake. I sighed, as if to show how bored I was.
"Dilandau, come in here and close the door, there's too much light." I guessed the one named Folken said. He was the only other one in the room besides me.
Dilandau did as he was instructed. Walking up, I saw he was smiling, very much. I yawned, to make it seem like I didn't care much at all.
Dilandua reached onto the side table and pulled off a serringe. I bit down my fear, the last thing I wanted was for them to know that I was scared and that they had the advantage over me. I didn't want them to know that I was really starting to panic.
"In her elbow," Folken instructed, and Dilandau turned my arm, making it go the way it wasn't supposed to, just so that he wouldn't have to bend over.
I clenched my teeth as he shoved the needle into my skin, I could feel it scrape across my bone, and I jerked.
"Gentle Dilandau, it wont work if you make it go in too far, slowly next time." Folken said.
"Yes Folken-sama," Dilandua said, and I watched as he make the liquid flow from the thorn into my arm. My arm tried jerking out of the holder to get away as he pulled the needle out of my elbow.
"Shouldn't you have someone who know's what they're doing be here, not wonder boy?" I asked.
"How long until it starts working?" Dilandau asked.
"That's one of the things that we're testing, but usually a few minutes," Folken explained.
I sighed. "How much you want to bet it's not going to work at all?" I asked.
* * *
"Here Tora, hold still all right? I'm going to give you a shot, but it will help if anyone ever tries to hurt you with poison, okay?"
"Yes master Magus," I said, holding out my arm. He slowly, carefully, injected me with something, something that would stop any bad drug from taking over my body, from making me go crazy.
* * *
I started laughing. Of course! My master was said to have premonitions, if he saw that ten years later they were going to try and drug me, then he would have given me the shot to stop it! .... But, then I wonder, did he know that he was going to die? Did he see the way Dilandua had killed him? Witnessed it?
"Folken-sama, is it supposed to make her start laughing?" Dilandau asked.
"You idiot's! No matter how much you give me it's not going to work!" I said, through my breaths. This was a riot!
"Dilandau, shut her up," Folken said, and Dilandau walked over, and punched me hard, in the stomach, again. "Take her back to the room, if she starts to act weird come and find me, it might be the drugs acting up." he said, and then started walking out of the room.
Dilandau walked over to me and started unstrapping me. Once I was free, I was about to run, but he grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back.
"Agh," It hurt, I clenched my teeth against the pain.
"Come on," He said, and pushed me forward through the door, pulling my arm up further and making it hurt even more.
"Is that the only thing you can think of to make me move?" I asked.
"It's the only thing that's really fun that means I don't have to carry you," he said.
I stopped walking, and he pulled up further, but I still didn't move. "You think that by holding my arm, you can make me walk?" I asked, almost as if I didn't believe him.
He didn't say anything, but instead shifted around to pull out his sword.
"I doubt that you'd ever have the courage," I said, looking back. I didn't really doubt him, but if they still wanted to keep me for whatever reason, then he wouldn't dare, but then again, he had said that he would rather kill me then anything else. And that was before they knew that the drugs wouldn't work on me, so... what was going to happen now?
"I wouldn't think so, but then again, you are the one who's been such a trouble maker," he said.
"Yeah yeah I know, I'm a real pest, everyone here hates me, blah blah blah," I said, and as soon as I was done, I felt someone rather cold and sharp against my neck, and shut up right away. If he was serious enough to put in right on my neck, then he just might end up slitting my throat.
But as soon as I was thinking that, he moved it down to my wrist, the one that he was holding, and I felt it cut my skin.
"You'll get woozy, but hopefully you'll get to the room before that though," He said.
"Well, I'll be sure to make it as aggravating for you as possible, oh wait, isn't that word a little long for you to understand?"
"Just for that comment," he said, and slashed my other wrist.
"Hey! Are you trying to kill me or something?" I asked, "Okay, bad question." I added.
"Now get going or I'm going to split your throat too."
"No, like I said, I'm going to make it as bad as I can," I said, and pushed against his shove, and ended up not going anywhere, which was just what I wanted.
But almost as soon as I had done that, I started to get dizzy, and I looked down, my blood was making a small puddle on the ground.
"Now move before you black out," He said, and pushed me forward again, but this time, I tripped, and had to lean against the wall to stay up. "Move!" He instructed.
"Oh lay off," I said, and started walking again. I shook my head to keep a straight mind.
He pushed me to make me walk faster, he didn't have time to good off, according to him. This time, I tripped, and he had to grab my arm so I didn't fall on my face.
"Walk much?" He asked, helping me regain my balance and putting a hand in the middle of my back to help me move forward without falling again.
"Oh just shut up..." I said, and then added, "I'm not used to letting people slit my wrists, blood loss is something that's new for me."
"Letting me?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yes, if I wanted to, I could have reversed the position and sent you flying over this railing, I said, jerking my head.
He chuckled. "As much of a pain you are, you're always just as amusing."
"Oh can you ever learn to be quiet?" I asked, as he pulled me to a stop. I could barley stand now, and there was a little drop of my blood here, a little there, eventually leading to my room, where another puddle was starting to form. "You're so annoying sometimes."
He let go of my arm, and punched in the code to the room, and as the door slid open, he glanced over in my direction, as if checking to see if I was all right.
"Go on, do you think you can make it to the bed without falling?" He asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
I pulled away before shooting him a deadly glance. "Of course, I'm not that weak..." I said, and walked into the room. But as soon as he wasn't there to support me, I fell on my knee's, hard.
He sighed and walked over, he picked me up, a hand on both of my elbows, and led me over to the mattress.
"I didn't need your help," I said, matter of faculty.
"Sure could have fooled me," he said, walking into the shadows.
"I don't see how someone like you could have risen to such a high position," I said, flopping down on the bed, and putting a hand over my eyes, to keep the light out. Even though some dimness was spilling through the cracks between my fingers, it was better then just the straight light.
"Hm, that's why your not an army girl," he said, but I didn't hear the rest, I had blacked out, all I know, is that he went to get someone.
* * *
I woke up, and my wrists were banged, and someone was packing their things up, I didn't know who else would be here, accept Dilandau, but I opened my eyes, and it defiantly wasn't him, he was maybe... a year older, maybe less, I didn't know, but he was wearing the blue uniform, so he must have been one of the soldiers.
"Who are you?" I asked, starting to sit up. He had short brown hair too, and again, blue eyes.
"Don't sit up, Viole said that you should rest," He said, pushing me back down gently.
"Who?"
"Our medical doctor."
"He's the one who bandaged up my wrists?" I asked, looking, and just now noticing that they were wrapped in a white gauss.
"Yeah, get some more rest, and then you can worry about escaping," He said, standing up, and closing a box that had ointment and gauss, and instant ice, you know, a medical box.
I laughed. "I think you're probably the nicest dragon slayer I've met yet," I said, smiling.
He chuckled before saying, "Well, you don't know the other soldiers, maybe if you did, you wouldn't hate us so much," he said.
I looked at him, something about his appearance, made him seem like he wouldn't be someone who would want to go on a killing spree. But I remembered seeing him in the town, he was one of the one's who attacked me, when I was defending my sister. He looked different then, then he did now.
"What's your name soldier?" I asked.
"Gatti, now get some rest, I don't want to be yelled at because Viole thinks that I didn't tell you what to do," He said, and then walked out of the room.
Huh, I guess that not all the soldiers here are ruthless and want to take over the world. But they have to know what they're helping, they have to know that all they're doing is wrong and that they could be doing people so much more good going against what they've been trained, or use their skill to rebel against Ziabach.
Maybe, maybe I could get some of them to join me, maybe I could teach them what I've learned about Ziabach, and use what they know from being here so long, they could be useful, especially if Dilandau and the others didn't know they were on my side!
But, you'd have to convince them, Gatti doesn't really want to be here, you could see it, and same with the other one, Miguel, or, maybe they're just sorry that you have to do through so much, maybe that's it, but, maybe you could use that to help convince them to join you.
No, they would never go against their beloved Dilandau and Folken, why they were so loyal was beyond me, but they must have had a good reason.
Maybe, if they still felt sorry for me, I could become their friends, and over time, get them to help me escape, that was, if I had enough time, if Dilandau wasn't pla