Author's Note: Heya all you peeps out there! Yeah, thanx for answering my questions! Now I know what you all think's going on. And you're gonna hafta wait and see what happens! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Yani: Well, aren't ya gonna tell us what happens? I mean, we're the characters, after all!
DAY: Yeah, yeah, but if you know what happens, than some of you might not be too happy about it . . . So yeah, I've got to keep you guys in suspense, sorry.
All: O_O?
Okie, now for regrem's question about the Shurikama. I thought I went into a buncha detail for this, but maybe I didn't explain it well enough . . . I'm gonna just explain how Sil-alia's Shurikama looks like. Imagine the hilt in the middle as just about 8 inches of plain metal tubing. Not much, huh? But then outta that hilt comes blades, one on each side. Take a long sword's blade and downsize it to about 1 ½ feet in length and really thin . . . It's really sharp and light . . . Deadly too . . .
Newayz, I hope that clears things up for ya. Newayz, now to the chapter . . .
Building Anxiety"Staying?! Are you crazy!" Sonari yelled at his friend.
"C'mon. You should give the poor little Winglies a chance. What did they ever do to you?"
Sonari gaped at Yani. "What do you mean? Do you not remember what they did to our people? Our entire race? Or have you forgotten after looking at one pretty woman's face?"
"It's been over 16,000 years! Let it drop! Besides, the Winglies have changed! Can't you tell? And besides, where are you going to go? Back home? You ran away, remember! Fine, go back to the pomp and the glory! Go run back to your father! Isn't that why you left? To prove you can handle the world by yourself? You're not doing a very good job at it!"
"And what would you know?" Both of the Men were yelling now. "What would you know about anything?"
"I would know a lot. Did you know that I was an orphan, living on the streets before you were even born? I was found by a soldier and brought to the Garrison when I was only 8. I was trained there, but before that I had to live on my own, totally dependant upon myself. And you have never lived on your own. All that time spent being spoiled . . ."
"You take that back!" Sonari retorted.
"I'll never take it back! It's the truth!" Neither Man seemed to realize that Rigana was now hovering around them, trying to break up what looked like it would soon turn into a fist fight. She was having a rather difficult time, however, seeing as the Men were speaking in their own tongue, a language that Rigana had never heard before.
She was relieved when Sil-alia flew down beside her. "This is bad. This is very, very bad." She explained to Sil-alia about her meeting with Yani, and how she really didn't want fighting on Festival Day, but that seemed to be the general feeling. Apart from Sonari and Yani, that is. "And I can't do anything about it because I don't understand what they're saying!" she finished.
"What do you mean? I can understand every word they're saying . . ." the younger Wingly said uncertainly. "They're saying . . ." and she continued with relating the conversation of the two Men to Rigana.
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"Have you forgotten who your sword served for the past 15 years? Would you dishonor him now, after all he and my house have done for you?!" Sonari continued to yell.
"Sheesh, all this over a dinner?" Yani had had enough and was trying to get away from the yelling contest.
"It's much more than just a dinner, Yani. It's going against all that our people have believed in for the past who-knows-how-many thousands of years! The Winglies enslaved our race, and exiled our people. And why? All because they were afraid of this!" Sonari held up his right hand so that Yani could see the back of it. "So you know what? You can take this bloody stone," Sonari took out the perfect red stone and threw it at Yani's feet. Immediately, it stopped it's eerie glowing, but no one noticed. "and go to hell!"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Yani's voice somehow managed to stay even. "It's important, I can tell. And my instincts have never been wrong. You know that. So I suggest you pick that stone up, and we'll talk to someone about them tomorrow, and then we'll leave. We'll be gone. Just don't leave that stone."
That was the final straw. Sonari snapped. "How dare you try and order me around!" He reared up to hit Yani.
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"That's it! I've had enough. If these two aren't going to stop fighting, then by the Gods, I'll stop them myself!" Sil-alia exclaimed. "Look, as soon as you get the chance, get your Yani guy away from here. It's the other one that's provoking the whole thing. I'll try and deal with him." The taller Man, the one who wasn't Yani, raised his hand to strike. "Do it!" Before Rigana could argue, Sil-alia stepped right between the Men. Rigana grabbed Yani's arm while both Men were still fairly shocked about the sudden appearance of the young Wingly and dragged him away off to the side.
"What are you doing?" Yani asked in a hushed voice.
"I don't want any fights in my town, thank you very much. So, what was going on, anyway?"
"Trust me, you don't want to know . . ."
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Despite being taller than most women, Sil-alia still had to raise her face to look into the Man's eyes. They were hazel, the golden flecks dominant in the setting sunlight, but what surprised Sil-alia was the coldness of them. No emotion showed past the rocky surface. The hand that he had raised to hit Yani had lowered, and was now on the shaft of his wicked looking scythe. Sil-alia didn't want to start a fight, and pondered about how to diffuse the situation without any violence being played out.
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Sonari looked at the young woman who had just stepped in between himself and Yani. Looking at her, it was apparent that she was a warrior. Everything about her screamed it, from the way she held her head, to the warrior's garb she wore, brown leather pants, tight yet unrestricting, a white tunic and brown leather vest, tightly laced at the front, and the steely defiance that glinted in her eyes. He was taken unawares by the Shurikama strapped to her back; the weapon was reserved only for the top section of Wingly warriors, and he never expected to see someone so young wield one. She had to be at least 2 or 3 years younger than he was.
"So, I hear that you don't like Winglies . . ." the Wingly was the first to talk.
"Then you listen well, Wingly." He spat the name of the race out like it had a bad flavor in his mouth.
"Perhaps you should be more tolerant. After all, this is a Wingly town. What brought you here if you dislike Winglies so?"
"What business is it of yours?"
"I keep the peace in this town. If you dislike Winglies so much, then perhaps you'd better leave." Sil-alia's voice was firm.
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then maybe you'll be forced to leave."
Sonari chuckled. "Oh really? I'd like to see you try . . ." Sonari took out his Shotel.
Sil-alia raised her eyebrows at this unexpected maneuver. It seemed like this Man was ready to attack her at any given time, so in return, she took her Shurikama off her back and held it in a defensive position. She really didn't want to fight, but dammit, if this guy was so hell bent on disturbing the peace, she would do something about it . . .
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Yani's eyes widened as he saw Sonari draw his Shotel. "Man, you better get your friend outta there . . . fast! You don't want her to be squished like a little bug, do ya?"
Rigana chuckled slightly at Yani's analogy. "You underestimate her. She'll be harder to beat than a little bug. She may only be nearing her 21st birthday, but she is still the best swordsman around here. Your friend may have a hard time beating her. If, that is, he can beat her."
"Well, she certainly sounds interesting, this . . . what was her name?"
"Sil-alia. Well, I would just wait and see what happens to your . . .?"
"Sonari. Yes, let's wait and see . . ."
Author's Note: Ahem, yes I know I said before that the fight would be in this chapter, but this chapter ran longer than expected, and if I added the fight scene to this, it would be really, really, really, long. So yeah. It's sorta not here yet . . . It's coming though, I promise. Please don't kill me for not having the fight yet . . . if you kill me, than I can't write it . . . hm . . . newayz, don't forget to review, k?