Part 4
So, Dilandau explained my purpose here on Gaea, to become a science project by the Sorcerers. Now I know they'd probably do some freak experiment on me, all including excruciating pain, and the outcome would be some horrid mutation where I become an insane male... you know, like Dilandau. Well anyway, I had a plan. I asked Dilandau for only one thing. A dress like they wear on Gaea. And, to my surprise, he obliged. So there I was, a pretty princess look-alike in a pink dress (why pink? Of all things, why pink?!?), with my long, wavy, strawberry blond hair and to die for blue eyes.
I was led to a dark room, and all of the preparations for the experiments were laid about me, and I pleaded with the people surrounding me. I couldn't see anyone, because such bright lights were shining directly in my eyes. I said, "I don't understand what's going on? Why are you doing this to me?"
They ignored me, but I kept it up. "I have a family you know, I was just out for a peaceful walk when those Zibach creeps jumped me!"
They still ignored me. Then I thought I'd have to start right into my plan. "I need to get back to Asturia, or everyone'll be worried about me, you know." This time they stopped and listened.
"Pardon?" One said in a sick-sounding voice, rough and worn. He sounded very old.
"Where do you think I'm from?" I asked innocently. "I'm from Asturia!" I lied.
"You are from Earth," another stated, not impressed with my act of fear and sadness. Well how do you like that? And I am such a good actress too, winning the hearts of every audience I preform for. Humph! Well, gotta keep trying.
"......Earth?" I put on.
"Yes. The sphere hanging in the sky above our own world... Earth. That is its correct name, is it not?"
"Oh! You mean the Mystic Moon! How should I know what it's correct name is?!" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"You are from there." One replied bluntly.
"I've never been there! I cannot believe you think I am a phantom, from that haunted old moon! All of the tales say it's haunted and that ghosts and monsters roam there. I'll have you know that I am not a monster, nor a ghost, and I am insulted if you believe otherwise!" I was so convincing with my false anger, and real fear that they stopped short, exchanged glances, then re-focused on me. Inside, I pictured my self with a satisfied smile and nod. I win! I thought.
"But Lord Dilandau said..."
"'Lord Dilandau said,'" I mocked, then added with fake furious anger, "Do you always listen to what Lord Dilandau says?! He's the one that got me into this mess, and quite unfairly I might add!"
These guys were so shocked and finally took into consideration the fact that I was wearing Asturian clothes, and seemed to be very angry at Dilandau right now. They let me go, and I sat in a very comfortable room talking to a couple of Dragon Slayers. Oh, Chesta, Gatti, and I were have a great conversation about how I psyched the Sorcerers out big time.
They had a good laugh, and then Chesta became a little concerned. "But what'll happen to Lord Dilandau?" He asked.
I looked upwards, striking a tell-tale thinking pose and let out a long, exaggerated "hmm." Then simply replied, "Don't know, don't care."
They looked a little stunned, just staring at me in disbelief, their heads cocked to one side. But it was all changed a moment after because Dilandau himself pushed the door open angrily, and said in a low, vicious sounding voice. "Get out. Now!"
The two Dragon Slayers immediately left, and I went to leave too, but he said, in that same voice, "No. Not you." He seemed to have put so much stress on 'you' as if it were a poison word that he couldn't bare to say.
I sat down, feeling dread form a knot in my stomach. A wave of motion sickness washed over me, making my head swirl. He was pissed.
He turned around and seemed to be collecting himself, his back to me, trying to control his anger. After a short while he sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "So," he started. "You like to play dirty, huh? I got in a lot of trouble because of you!" He repeated 'you' in the same manner as before. "But I didn't say anything about you being from the Mystic Moon for real. But now you realize that the war is on!" He paused, for effect, then turned around slowly. "You have the first point on the score card..."
He moved on me with lightning speed, and I almost screamed, but caught myself (because you know, I have to be brave.) He continued, "Watch your back!" Then he just left.
So, Dilandau explained my purpose here on Gaea, to become a science project by the Sorcerers. Now I know they'd probably do some freak experiment on me, all including excruciating pain, and the outcome would be some horrid mutation where I become an insane male... you know, like Dilandau. Well anyway, I had a plan. I asked Dilandau for only one thing. A dress like they wear on Gaea. And, to my surprise, he obliged. So there I was, a pretty princess look-alike in a pink dress (why pink? Of all things, why pink?!?), with my long, wavy, strawberry blond hair and to die for blue eyes.
I was led to a dark room, and all of the preparations for the experiments were laid about me, and I pleaded with the people surrounding me. I couldn't see anyone, because such bright lights were shining directly in my eyes. I said, "I don't understand what's going on? Why are you doing this to me?"
They ignored me, but I kept it up. "I have a family you know, I was just out for a peaceful walk when those Zibach creeps jumped me!"
They still ignored me. Then I thought I'd have to start right into my plan. "I need to get back to Asturia, or everyone'll be worried about me, you know." This time they stopped and listened.
"Pardon?" One said in a sick-sounding voice, rough and worn. He sounded very old.
"Where do you think I'm from?" I asked innocently. "I'm from Asturia!" I lied.
"You are from Earth," another stated, not impressed with my act of fear and sadness. Well how do you like that? And I am such a good actress too, winning the hearts of every audience I preform for. Humph! Well, gotta keep trying.
"......Earth?" I put on.
"Yes. The sphere hanging in the sky above our own world... Earth. That is its correct name, is it not?"
"Oh! You mean the Mystic Moon! How should I know what it's correct name is?!" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"You are from there." One replied bluntly.
"I've never been there! I cannot believe you think I am a phantom, from that haunted old moon! All of the tales say it's haunted and that ghosts and monsters roam there. I'll have you know that I am not a monster, nor a ghost, and I am insulted if you believe otherwise!" I was so convincing with my false anger, and real fear that they stopped short, exchanged glances, then re-focused on me. Inside, I pictured my self with a satisfied smile and nod. I win! I thought.
"But Lord Dilandau said..."
"'Lord Dilandau said,'" I mocked, then added with fake furious anger, "Do you always listen to what Lord Dilandau says?! He's the one that got me into this mess, and quite unfairly I might add!"
These guys were so shocked and finally took into consideration the fact that I was wearing Asturian clothes, and seemed to be very angry at Dilandau right now. They let me go, and I sat in a very comfortable room talking to a couple of Dragon Slayers. Oh, Chesta, Gatti, and I were have a great conversation about how I psyched the Sorcerers out big time.
They had a good laugh, and then Chesta became a little concerned. "But what'll happen to Lord Dilandau?" He asked.
I looked upwards, striking a tell-tale thinking pose and let out a long, exaggerated "hmm." Then simply replied, "Don't know, don't care."
They looked a little stunned, just staring at me in disbelief, their heads cocked to one side. But it was all changed a moment after because Dilandau himself pushed the door open angrily, and said in a low, vicious sounding voice. "Get out. Now!"
The two Dragon Slayers immediately left, and I went to leave too, but he said, in that same voice, "No. Not you." He seemed to have put so much stress on 'you' as if it were a poison word that he couldn't bare to say.
I sat down, feeling dread form a knot in my stomach. A wave of motion sickness washed over me, making my head swirl. He was pissed.
He turned around and seemed to be collecting himself, his back to me, trying to control his anger. After a short while he sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "So," he started. "You like to play dirty, huh? I got in a lot of trouble because of you!" He repeated 'you' in the same manner as before. "But I didn't say anything about you being from the Mystic Moon for real. But now you realize that the war is on!" He paused, for effect, then turned around slowly. "You have the first point on the score card..."
He moved on me with lightning speed, and I almost screamed, but caught myself (because you know, I have to be brave.) He continued, "Watch your back!" Then he just left.