The winged angel or the fire beast

A/n thank you for reviewing, it really is a confidence boost. A special thanks to Saint's Lunch Box for spotting out my mistakes and saying. I may have made mistakes because I never read through after what I've written and I am making this up chapter by chapter, so I think I'll try and read it through after. (Or I'll get my ickle sister to read it for me.) Anyway, please enjoy the next chapter.

Chapter 3

'One is company enough'

They appeared one by one, disturbing the air around them. Taking shape as air flowed around them, like a defiant rock against a raging river. Helena gasped at the sight around her. 'There's just so many of them,' she whispered out loud. Sweeping back their long black cloaks, they eventually took form of the robust robots she had seen before, but instead a deep blue.

Helena was beginning to get fed up about being confused of where she was, and what everything else was around her. So taking a deep breath, she questioned again the now smirking Lord Dilandau.

'What are those huge robots, and how can they appear out of thin air Lord Dilandau? Sir?' She pleaded. 'As if begging for an answer will help me,' she thought to herself . Surprisingly he answered, as if he wasn't too bothered about speaking to her formally anymore.

'Those robots are guymelefs,' as he waved his hand in their general direction. 'They appear out of *thin air* so you put it because….' he trailed off as his smirk disappeared from his face. But it soon returned as he tilted his head towards her, 'well I can't tell you that. You are a spy after all.'

Helena looked down at the floor, a little less confused but still fed up of secrecy. 'And worst of all. I'm not a spy!' She yelled at herself. A release of air was heard as one of the dragonslayers jumped from their guymelef. He walked forward and stood to attention in front of Dilandau, who still had a firm grip of Helena's arm.

Dilandau started what seemed like usual procedure for the dragonslayers. 'Why didn't you come and help me finish Van off? Didn't you see that I was getting bored off that tedious battle?!' He snapped as the dragonslayer recoiled back at the unexpected abuse. Helena knew Dilandau was lying. She looked at him and could see that his breathing hadn't yet settled. He had become weary and tired from his duel with Van, and he was worried that he would lose. The dragonslayer apologized as best as he could and was somewhat surprised when Dilandau only sighed at his failure to help.

'Chesta, get Gatti to carry Van to the Vione. And you can carry me and my little spy here on your guymelefs shoulder.' He ordered, tugging at Helena's arm but she didn't respond. She was too tired too resist anymore and she didn't feel too good either.

'Yes Lord Dilandau,' he replied systematically. The dragonslayer turned and nodded to one of the other guymelefs. Slowly, the guymelef strode towards them and then past to where Van lay. Helena looked at him. His hair was still tainted with blood and he laid silent even to the groaning of the land around him. Slowly the blue creature bent down and gently picked up Van's unmoving body. Then without further command, the guymelef transformed with a sluggish jump and took off. Helena wasn't surprised by this discovery. Everything was new to her, and it was easier to just except it.

As she watched the guymelef move away, she noticed it was heading towards the floating rock in the sky. 'That must be the Vione Dilandau said about.' Helena was abruptly woken from her daze of fascination for the big rock, when Dilandau jerked her arm back in to existence.

'Come on.'

They followed Chesta to his guymelef but Helena's walking was even worse than before. She fell only to be pulled up again. Her vision became blackened, and gashes on her legs and arms widened with the strain of walking and being dragged along. She could here people laughing at her. She blindly looked around at the towering figures around her; they were laughing at her. She couldn't take this pain and torture anymore. The only person she thought that would show some kindness was unconscious and far away, being carried off to the Vione.

'I just want to go home. I've had enough, even if it means going to back to Mum. I'll do anything just to get out of here' she pleaded to any one that would listen. Something flickered causing her attention to be focused on her pendant that hung around her neck. Even though it was covered in blood, she could see it was giving out a warm, rosy glow. A wind began to pick up across the dry valley. 'I've had this feeling before. Before I came here. I'm going home, it's got to be,' she thought, smiling too herself despite the pain.

Then strangely, the pendant's glow stopped. Taken back that her wish wasn't going to come true, she fell again to the floor. But instead of being forced up, Dilandau bent down and carried her in his arms the rest of the way to the guymelef. Helena let out a sigh of relief, even if it was Dilandau only carrying her to get to the guymelef quicker. She held on to her broken arm and let her head rest on his chest. She was too tired to care what Dilandau thought anymore. She was impressed though that Dilandau could carry her, even from his wearing battle with Van.

Dilandau felt uncomfortable carrying her in such a way. But for some reason, he pitied her state of confusion and health. And anyway, she was being too slow.

Arriving at the guymelef, Chesta jumped into the cockpit. Slowly he lifted the arm of the blue robot and Dilandau proceeded, Helena in his arms up to the shoulder of the guymelef. Sharply, the guymelef lifted and ascended to the Vione.

The air became thinner the further they went up, and Helena's breathing became laboured and frantic. Oxygen became scarce and her vision blurred even more. She managed to look up during what seemed to be her last few breaths, to see her bearer. He stood, unbelievably stable on the moving guymelef's shoulder. His silver hair shined, and flowed in the air. His face now seemed soft and his expression calm. The last thing she remembered was Dilandau looking down at her and smiling before she blacked out.

A/ n. thanks for reading, and in my next chapter I will be explaining her past, so fear not. The great thing about making a story up as you go along is that you lot can help me with some inspiration, so please review, it really does boost confidence. Thanks again,

Lady whitewolf

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