First of all I'd like to dedicate this chapter to all my wonderful reviewers! Thx again! And if there is anyone out there who actually has read and liked my other story, The Table has Turned, I'm having a slight writers block right now and I apologize for not getting out more chapters. Now on with the story!

chapter 2

Dilandau was surrounded by guards on all sides, although most of them were keeping their distance. They had all heard stories about this Demon and no one was ready to die at that moment.

Dilandau merely laughed at their stupidity.

"You kill our King and then you laugh?"

One of the braver (or more suicidal) of the guards stared at Dilandau with rage written all over his face. He wasn't the most attractive person in the world, or the youngest for that matter. He was about 6ft tall with gray shoulder length hair.

Dilandau looked at him as though he were deciding who the hell this guy thought he was and if it was worth the effort to kill him.

"Ha! So you actually believe that I killed your king, huh? Well I'm afraid that you're sadly mistaken. I would never let someone I want dead die so quickly! I'd make them suffer."

It was at this point that some of them started shaking, much to Dilandau's amusement. They were dealing with an evil monster known for his love of death and fire. Dilandau looked at one of the younger guards and sent him a death glare, knowing that would be all it would take. The guard let his fear take hold of him and was soon running from the room. As soon as one had left others followed, it was the domino effect Dilandau was hoping for. After the cowards had retreated the only one left was old one that had spoken before, and he certainly didn't look to sure of himself anymore.

"Well no wonder the king is dead! Not only are his guard slow to take action but they are cowards too! Ha! You could never take me on, so don't even bother trying, you would just waist my time and your life."

Dilandau walked past the guard and went onto the balcony his amusement wearing off. He didn't know why he went there, maybe to look for any clue as to who the girl was. He looked around for a second then looked up at the mystic moon.

Who was she and why did she kill the king and his adviser? She must have had a motive, or be well paid to take such a risk...why do I care, it's none of my business.

Dilandau turned back to the guard and looked him over once. He didn't like not knowing what was going on and decided to take it out on someone. He smirked and his eyes lit up with fire. He walked right up to the guard, slowly drawing his sword.

"You have annoyed me and your fellow guards are a disgrace but don't worry at least you got to live out most of your life old man!"

Dilandau slammed his sword in the other man's chest, puncturing a lung, and laughed as the man fell down gasping in pain. He pulled out his sword which was followed by the crimson trail of blood.

"Just think, it will all be over soon and then you can rejoin your king in hell!"

He then left the room as though nothing had happened, with a small satisfied smirk on his face.

When Dilandau had made his way outside he was immediately greeted by Chesta.

"Lord Dilandau, are you ready to leave?"

"I wouldn't be outside if I wasn't, now would I!"

"Ummmm... No Sir!"

Chesta was holding two horses. One was a pitch black stallion except for 2 white stripes, one in his mane and the other in his tail. This was Dilandau's horse and it was as obedient as his Slayers. No one could go near him except for Dilandau and Chesta, who took care of him. Chesta's horse was a slightly shorter. He was a dark chocolate brown with one white foot and a white star on his forehead.

The ride back was unusually quiet. The only noise was that of the horses and the occasional mumble from Dilandau.

They were headed towards a small base camp only a few hours away. At the moment this was where all the Dragon Slayer and Folken were gathered. There were also a few unimportant people and the few who served Folken.

As they neared the camp Dilandau's thoughts were still on that girl; hundreds of questions still buzzing through his mind. Being unable to answer a single one of them was beginning to irritate him, but, one of the main ones he was almost positive Folken could answer for him.

As soon as they arrived at the camp Dilandau headed directly over to Folken's tent. Anyone in his way was easily thrown aside.

"FOLKEN!" Dilandau shouted as he neared the tent.

"Come in, Dilandau. I glad you came. I have someone here I want you to meet."

Dilandau tossed aside the tent flaps and walked in. Then froze abruptly at what he saw. There was the girl standing right next to Folken, the one who plagued his mind.