A/N: Hello everyone… I would like to apologize to all of you who reviewed… If you didn't read my bio, then you don't know that my hacker brother hacked onto my name and then demanded reviews, because some of you were sure to get angry at me. Some of you did. I didn't really want to ask for those reviews, but I thank you all for them. In fact, this chapter is dedicated to all of those who reviewed more then 16 times, especially Chiruichi and FireLord/ who was CrimsonFire, but is now Fuzzy Wombat, why she did this, I don't know, but it probably has to do with the reviews… (By the way, after my mom found out, my brother was grounded for two weeks, and lost his time on the computer, so now I have time to write more chapters! YAY!!! K, well, I know a lot of you really want to read this chapter, so I'm going to stop my extremely long Author's note, and get on with the story…
Disclaimer: YAY!!! I have the deed!!! *Does little jig* Leprechauns are dancing with him… What? Leprechauns? Hey, you took my deed!!! No! It can't be part of your pot of gold! Wakes up. Man, I was so sure I had it. *Snaps* And it was all a dream… well hopefully dreams can come true…
Chapter 21: Reborn?
Dilandau had reprogrammed the Monster Maker, so the eggs may hatch better, and so they would each have a different spirit of one of his previous Dragon Slayers. Oh, he just couldn't wait… Just as he was about to pull out his flamethrower and burn down the Monster Maker; there was very little to burn in that swamp except for the MM itself; six eggs plopped out, and rolled down into the six egg holders. He could easily guess which egg would produce which slayer… this was the perfect time to kill of Viole… Revenge for serving him water! Water!! How dare he! But no, he told himself, I will return all six, or not at all…
Marlon was currently learning how to walk within the guymelef. He was glad BlackMage was in another guymelef nearby, shouting encouragement. BlackMage had faith in him, he thought, so I can do it.
Dilandau stared at each egg respectively. The first one was that of Guimel, which was obvious because it looked puffy white, even though it was obviously hard. Dilandau believed that one, and the one next to it, which was Dallet's (He could tell for two reasons: One, it seemed to have a picture of FireLord floating on the egg surface, and it was the color of his hair, which to FireLord may be described as, a delicious brown, one worth eating, a chocolaty brown that would melt in your hand… Sadly, it may take a few more hours for the others to hatch, which may take too long, especially if Chesyul was right, and the Fanelians were going to burn, I mean attack.
Dilandau looked over to his flamethrower. Eggs need heat, Dilandau thought, heat so they may harden… Fire makes heat… Oooh, Fire…Yes, I must burn the eggs! Dilandau turned the flamethrower to HIGH HEAT, and started to char the egg of Miguel…
After trying repeatedly to get the eggs to burn, he gave up. The eggs seemed to reflect the health of those inside, and he couldn't burn them until he destroyed the shell. Dilandau looked around. He needed more fuel for his flamethrower. Hmmm. Eggs have yolks. Yolks may work as fuel. Dilandau ran back over to Miguel's egg, and started bashing it with the flamethrower.
"We must act now, FireLord! The Fanelians are on the move! I saw them as I rode off towards you!" Chesyul pleaded.
"We Will wait until Dilandau returns. Until then, warn the people. Make them prepared. Mistress of the Shadows, go and do as Dilandau contemplated. Go and poison Galken. We have enough problems on our hands without her attacking as well."
Guimel and Dallet's eggs started to rumble. A crack was seen upon the top of Guimel's. Dilandau bashed Miguel's egg one more time, and then stopped to watch.
Over the next 18 minutes, the eggs cracked, though did not split. Finally the fell apart simultaneously. (This is my favorite part, which I'm about to say.) What popped out was not children but little furry wombats!!! Wombats the respective colors of their previous life's hair! Dilandau had the notion to burn their fur off and try again. I mean how in the world would they fight in guymelefs?
Even though he was a wombat, Guimel answered like we all knew he would anyway. "BAAA."
Dallet growled, which sounded very cute, and tried to steal the flamethrower from Dilandau so he could bash Guimel on the head.
Dilandau just shook his head.
A/N: Hehehehee…. I did that bit with the fuzzy wombats for CrimsonFire/FuzzyWombat. So the new dragonslayers, at least so far, are wombats… Well, CrimsonFire/FuzzyWombat, you now have to post your next chapter, because Dallet Reborn is now in the story, alive and well… Until later… JA!!!
Disclaimer: YAY!!! I have the deed!!! *Does little jig* Leprechauns are dancing with him… What? Leprechauns? Hey, you took my deed!!! No! It can't be part of your pot of gold! Wakes up. Man, I was so sure I had it. *Snaps* And it was all a dream… well hopefully dreams can come true…
Chapter 21: Reborn?
Dilandau had reprogrammed the Monster Maker, so the eggs may hatch better, and so they would each have a different spirit of one of his previous Dragon Slayers. Oh, he just couldn't wait… Just as he was about to pull out his flamethrower and burn down the Monster Maker; there was very little to burn in that swamp except for the MM itself; six eggs plopped out, and rolled down into the six egg holders. He could easily guess which egg would produce which slayer… this was the perfect time to kill of Viole… Revenge for serving him water! Water!! How dare he! But no, he told himself, I will return all six, or not at all…
Marlon was currently learning how to walk within the guymelef. He was glad BlackMage was in another guymelef nearby, shouting encouragement. BlackMage had faith in him, he thought, so I can do it.
Dilandau stared at each egg respectively. The first one was that of Guimel, which was obvious because it looked puffy white, even though it was obviously hard. Dilandau believed that one, and the one next to it, which was Dallet's (He could tell for two reasons: One, it seemed to have a picture of FireLord floating on the egg surface, and it was the color of his hair, which to FireLord may be described as, a delicious brown, one worth eating, a chocolaty brown that would melt in your hand… Sadly, it may take a few more hours for the others to hatch, which may take too long, especially if Chesyul was right, and the Fanelians were going to burn, I mean attack.
Dilandau looked over to his flamethrower. Eggs need heat, Dilandau thought, heat so they may harden… Fire makes heat… Oooh, Fire…Yes, I must burn the eggs! Dilandau turned the flamethrower to HIGH HEAT, and started to char the egg of Miguel…
After trying repeatedly to get the eggs to burn, he gave up. The eggs seemed to reflect the health of those inside, and he couldn't burn them until he destroyed the shell. Dilandau looked around. He needed more fuel for his flamethrower. Hmmm. Eggs have yolks. Yolks may work as fuel. Dilandau ran back over to Miguel's egg, and started bashing it with the flamethrower.
"We must act now, FireLord! The Fanelians are on the move! I saw them as I rode off towards you!" Chesyul pleaded.
"We Will wait until Dilandau returns. Until then, warn the people. Make them prepared. Mistress of the Shadows, go and do as Dilandau contemplated. Go and poison Galken. We have enough problems on our hands without her attacking as well."
Guimel and Dallet's eggs started to rumble. A crack was seen upon the top of Guimel's. Dilandau bashed Miguel's egg one more time, and then stopped to watch.
Over the next 18 minutes, the eggs cracked, though did not split. Finally the fell apart simultaneously. (This is my favorite part, which I'm about to say.) What popped out was not children but little furry wombats!!! Wombats the respective colors of their previous life's hair! Dilandau had the notion to burn their fur off and try again. I mean how in the world would they fight in guymelefs?
Even though he was a wombat, Guimel answered like we all knew he would anyway. "BAAA."
Dallet growled, which sounded very cute, and tried to steal the flamethrower from Dilandau so he could bash Guimel on the head.
Dilandau just shook his head.
A/N: Hehehehee…. I did that bit with the fuzzy wombats for CrimsonFire/FuzzyWombat. So the new dragonslayers, at least so far, are wombats… Well, CrimsonFire/FuzzyWombat, you now have to post your next chapter, because Dallet Reborn is now in the story, alive and well… Until later… JA!!!
