chapter 1
The ball was held at the castle in Palas and it was packed. There were people from every country and hundreds of available women but none that seemed at all interesting to Dilandau.
Dilandau was starting to wonder what had come over him when he decided he would come. These Royals were always so dull. He did his best to stay away from everyone by staying hidden as best as he could in the shadows, but with so many people he did come across a few that wanted to talk to him. When they did he would just glare at them and not say a word and they would usually get the message.
The main room wasn't as big as he had expected. There was hardly enough room to walk around, except were he was standing. After one guy tried to talk to him and wouldn't take the hint that he didn't want to talk, Dilandau got annoyed and punched him in the stomach just hard enough for the other guy, who turned out to be Duke of some sorts, to spit up blood. Ever since he was treated at though he had some sort of plague and was enjoying his space.
There were refreshments set up on one side of the room Dilandau was in and people were dancing in another room just across the hall.
Dilandau was intensely glaring at another female that was looking at him when a scream was heard from the ballroom and soon everyone was flooding out of there into the hallway and into the refreshment room.
Maybe this won't be as boring as I had originally though. Dilandau mentally smirked.
He made his was to the ballroom as quickly and silently at possible, which was easier said than done with so many panicked people. Every time someone would run into him he would throw them aside into the wave of panic and smile at the painful screams emitted from the now trampled person.
When he finally made his way into the ballroom it was mostly empty. In the center of the room there was the body of the King of Palas with a dagger sticking out of his now blood covered throat. His eyes were open in a look of horror and were now glazed over with death.
Right next to his body was a girl with long strawberry blond hair holding another dagger at the throat of one of the King's advisers.
Well this is very interesting. The King of Palas was killed by a female in his own castle. How pathetic.
Dilandau, having no intentions to stop this girl from completing what ever it was she was trying to do, stood back and watched the scene unfold.
"What do you want? Please, I'll do anything just don't kill me!" The man had tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he spoke to the unflinching woman.
"What I want is to finish what I came here to do. You're the only one standing in the way of my completed goal, then, the King and his number one adviser will be dead. Send Satan my best regards."
The girl slit his throat in one graceful movement and let his body fall to the ground lifeless. She then looked up at Dilandau and smirked.
"Good Evening General Dilandau. I hope you enjoyed my little show, but I'm afraid I must now depart before that coward's guards arrive. I'll see you again sometime, it's a promise."
She was a deadly murderous little bitch but she was very talented. She killed two men and didn't get a spot of blood on her dress or hands. And while saying good-bye she still bowed her head in respect.
Not to far away there was a large balcony. The girl slowly made her way towards it, her bloody dagger still in hand. It wasn't until she was right next to the railing that she realized how far up they really were. With a sigh she realized that if she jumped she would probably be killed.
The guards could now be heard running in the hallway towards them. It was to late now, in a matter of seconds the guards would be upon her, and as talented as she was she couldn't take them all out.
Damn it! All I want is my money for a well done job. I don't want to be killed after I've already completed it! It would be a free job for my employer, and I can't have that.
She had only really had one option left. It wasn't one she really wanted to use but she had no choice left, she shook her head, disappointed that she had not calculated her escape properly and she had many witnesses.
Dilandau waited curiously to see what she would do and was shocked as he witnessed this girl gracefully spread four pure white wings. He had never heard of a Draconian with 4 wings, but perhaps she wasn't Draconian.
The girl looked back at Dilandau and winked just before she took off into the night sky.
Dilandau didn't know what to make of it. He just stood there as if he were in a trance still gazing at where that girl had just been standing.
The guards came in a few seconds after she had had left and upon seeing there dead King they immediately blamed the only living person still in the room, Dilandau.
