Chapter 7:Allegiance II


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Author's Notes: *chuckles quietly to herself* You know what I just noticed? That in the text of the story, it went like this: prologue, chapter 1,chapter 2, chapter 4, chapter 5, and then chapter 6. I didn't even notice I missed chapter 3 when I was putting down the chapter numbers! How humiliating... *turns bright red* Oh well... I'm too lazy to go about altering all that crud just for the sake of a couple of numbers. You people reading didn't miss any content anyway, it was just the numbering that was screwed up.

Thanks, ubettaknowwhoiam, for the sharp jab/review at my lazy rump to get me to post more. All you readers, don't worry, I won't just leave you hanging there with no ending or anything, but sometimes it may take me longer than usual...k? So chill...

Oh, and since I really don't have a chance to thank the people who reviewed my poem, I think I'll just do it now, even if they never get to read it. Thank you, normalisboringrocks! (I love the name! ^.^ ), dragons*shadow, Karmen hellfire Albatau, and Tia for reviewing. And Tia, I kinda think the poem has a lot of possibilities...so, yeah, depends on your interpretation of it. As for me, I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote it... But the explanation you offered is actually quite plausible... Hmm, if I edited the poem a lil' more to fit the theme, I might actually be able to transform that into a multi-part fic...

Disclaimer: Dun't own Escaflowne. Dun't own Folken. Shan't ever own Dilandau.. Dun't own Dragon Slayers. Dun't even own my own computer! Even that's my dad's!


Dornkirk smirked. "We found him wandering the forest before the attack. We took him under our wing and nurtured his fighting skills. He's a part of us now, but he is expendable nonetheless. If you don't join us, the boy will suffer."

"What happens if I do join?"

"Then the boy receives a choice to leave or stay. Either way he will be unharmed, but only if you become a Dragon Slayer."

"Please, he's only thirteen. Let him go."

"What if I choose to stay, Iris? Hmm?" came the cold reply from her brother.

"You can't possibly...What did they do to you?"

"They made me stronger. My allegiance is with Zaibach now."

"Zaibach murdered our family!"

"I know. I helped," Cyril replied calmly.

Iris froze in utter mortification and horror at those words.

"Enough catching up. What is your decision, girl?" Dornkirk interjected.

Iris stared at the boy who was her brother, and yet, wasn't. She began shakily in defeat, "I...accept the position of Dragon Slayer." She thought inwardly to herself, Cyril has changed seemingly to a whole different person; nonetheless he is still my brother.

Dornkirk replied, "Very well. As of now, your name is Riane. You are now under Dilandau's command. You will obey his every command. Folken will show you to the tailor, where you will be measured for your uniform. You are dismissed."

With that, they were shown out of the room. "Follow me", the azure-haired man named Folken addressed Riane (formerly Iris). With a sweep of his immense black cloak, he turned to leave, leading her through endless monotonous corridors. Finally, he stopped in front of a door with piles of dark blue uniforms.

A hobbled old lady appeared, with measuring tape. She gestured for Riane to come inside the room. Once inside, the old lady took her measurements, and handed her a uniform.

Riane stared at it. "The symbol of my commitment. Gods, I hope I did the right thing", she mumbled.

It was very similar to the armor the "Dragon Slayers" had been wearing, except it seemed to be modified slightly, making it just a little more feminine. Riane gulped.