Folken looked at Zaleyth. "Inform your men that they are to take this ship
back to the Vione." His left hand gripped the scabbard of his katana.
Zaleyth's eyes widened. He nodded silently. The sorcerer rose slowly off of
the floor and walked towards the communications panel on the wall.
A faint chuckling reverberated in the room.
Folken watched in horror as Celena's body morphed between her own and Dilandau's
The syringe rolled away from the wall as the ship made a slow turn. Zaleyth turned around to. "We are heading back to the Vione, Lord Folken."
"Good."
"DIE!" hollered Dilandau as he jammed the syringe into Zaleyth's chest. Dilandau pinned the sorcerer to the wall as Zaleyth lost consciousness. He proceeded to beat Zaleyth's head into the wall. "How DARE you destroy my life!"
Morgreth watched in horror. "Lord Folken, you must stop him! The boy is unstable."
Cold eyes regarded the sorcerer. "Does that frighten you, Morgreth?
The sorcerer blanched. Folken yanked him off of the floor and whispered into Morgreth's ear. "You created this, after all."
A red stain smeared down the wall as Zaleyth slumped down to the floor. Dilandau turned to face Morgreth. A wicked grin lit his face.
"That's right, Morgreth," the boy replied as he sauntered towards him. Two wild-eyed boys were reflected on the lenses of Morgreth's spectacles. The youth gripped Morgreth's chin. "I wonder what would happen if we altered your fate, hm?"
Sweat beaded on the sorcerer's head as he looked in horror at the boy.
Dilandau relished the moment. "Folken is a better sorcerer than you are, Morgreth. I'm sure we could have a little fun with you before this is over." He moved the sorcerer's head from side to side.
"You shouldn't scare him too much, Dilandau," mocked Folken. "We wouldn't him to expire before he has a chance to explain himself, now, would we?"
"Oh, is the little sorcerer scared?" taunted Dilandau. "Well you should be!" he screamed as he gripped the sorcerer's throat.
"Dilandau, that's enough," said Folken, firmly. "I think you made your point." He increased his grip on Morgreth. "Where is it, Morgreth?"
"Where is what?"
"Do not toy with me, Morgreth. You know as well as I do that all of Zaibach's sorcerers are equipped with it should they fall into the enemy's hands."
Morgreth snorted. "My glasses."
Folken's left hand removed the glasses from the sorcerer's face. He studied them carefully. Then his finger pressed on the lower part of the right side. A fine needle jutted out so that it would pierce the temple of the wearer.
He tossed the glasses down and crushed them beneath the heel of his boot. "No easy death for you, I'm afraid. Though I do trust that you have more than that on your person, so you'll forgive me to ask that you remove them at once."
"You'll have to let go of me," retorted the sorcerer.
"Do be careful, Morgreth," replied Dilandau. "Try anything funny and your fate will be altered permanently."
Folken released the sorcerer and tore the black cape away from him. His fingers expertly felt up to the collar and pressed on the sides. Two more needles poked out.
Dilandau blanched. "I don't suppose your cape is like that, too?"
Strategos snorted. "I have you, don't I? Besides, I'm already a dead man. Take your boots off, Morgreth."
Morgreth sat on the edge of the table. "Emperor Dornkirk will not let you get away with this, Folken," he huffed as he tried to remove the boots with his good hand. Dilandau grew impatient and yanked the boots off of the sorcerer. Morgreth continued, "You're a traitor to your own country and to Zaibach."
A hand slapped Morgreth's face. "Do be a little more considerate of Folken, Morgreth," replied Dilandau, as he smiled. "Because if it was up to me, you would already be dead." The youth picked up the boots and grimaced as he looked inside of them
"Be careful with those, Dilandau," warned Folken. "A captured sorcerer is a dangerous variable."
Albatou tossed the boots down the disposal chute. "I know that, Folken," he retorted. "You don't have to insult my intelligence. Though I..." His body shuddered. He spun around and shouted, "I still can't believe I'm Allen's sister. I HATE him!"
"So does Emperor Dornkirk," replied Folken. "Though, I'm assuming that Allen isn't the one who has earned Dornkirk's ire, is it Morgreth?"
Morgreth's eyes darted in contempt at Folken.
"I thought as much. Get up."
"What are you saying, Folken?" asked Dilandau.
His eyes softened on the boy. "It is a very long story, Dilandau. Morgreth will be the one who will explain it to you once we reach the Vione."
To Be Continued
A faint chuckling reverberated in the room.
Folken watched in horror as Celena's body morphed between her own and Dilandau's
The syringe rolled away from the wall as the ship made a slow turn. Zaleyth turned around to. "We are heading back to the Vione, Lord Folken."
"Good."
"DIE!" hollered Dilandau as he jammed the syringe into Zaleyth's chest. Dilandau pinned the sorcerer to the wall as Zaleyth lost consciousness. He proceeded to beat Zaleyth's head into the wall. "How DARE you destroy my life!"
Morgreth watched in horror. "Lord Folken, you must stop him! The boy is unstable."
Cold eyes regarded the sorcerer. "Does that frighten you, Morgreth?
The sorcerer blanched. Folken yanked him off of the floor and whispered into Morgreth's ear. "You created this, after all."
A red stain smeared down the wall as Zaleyth slumped down to the floor. Dilandau turned to face Morgreth. A wicked grin lit his face.
"That's right, Morgreth," the boy replied as he sauntered towards him. Two wild-eyed boys were reflected on the lenses of Morgreth's spectacles. The youth gripped Morgreth's chin. "I wonder what would happen if we altered your fate, hm?"
Sweat beaded on the sorcerer's head as he looked in horror at the boy.
Dilandau relished the moment. "Folken is a better sorcerer than you are, Morgreth. I'm sure we could have a little fun with you before this is over." He moved the sorcerer's head from side to side.
"You shouldn't scare him too much, Dilandau," mocked Folken. "We wouldn't him to expire before he has a chance to explain himself, now, would we?"
"Oh, is the little sorcerer scared?" taunted Dilandau. "Well you should be!" he screamed as he gripped the sorcerer's throat.
"Dilandau, that's enough," said Folken, firmly. "I think you made your point." He increased his grip on Morgreth. "Where is it, Morgreth?"
"Where is what?"
"Do not toy with me, Morgreth. You know as well as I do that all of Zaibach's sorcerers are equipped with it should they fall into the enemy's hands."
Morgreth snorted. "My glasses."
Folken's left hand removed the glasses from the sorcerer's face. He studied them carefully. Then his finger pressed on the lower part of the right side. A fine needle jutted out so that it would pierce the temple of the wearer.
He tossed the glasses down and crushed them beneath the heel of his boot. "No easy death for you, I'm afraid. Though I do trust that you have more than that on your person, so you'll forgive me to ask that you remove them at once."
"You'll have to let go of me," retorted the sorcerer.
"Do be careful, Morgreth," replied Dilandau. "Try anything funny and your fate will be altered permanently."
Folken released the sorcerer and tore the black cape away from him. His fingers expertly felt up to the collar and pressed on the sides. Two more needles poked out.
Dilandau blanched. "I don't suppose your cape is like that, too?"
Strategos snorted. "I have you, don't I? Besides, I'm already a dead man. Take your boots off, Morgreth."
Morgreth sat on the edge of the table. "Emperor Dornkirk will not let you get away with this, Folken," he huffed as he tried to remove the boots with his good hand. Dilandau grew impatient and yanked the boots off of the sorcerer. Morgreth continued, "You're a traitor to your own country and to Zaibach."
A hand slapped Morgreth's face. "Do be a little more considerate of Folken, Morgreth," replied Dilandau, as he smiled. "Because if it was up to me, you would already be dead." The youth picked up the boots and grimaced as he looked inside of them
"Be careful with those, Dilandau," warned Folken. "A captured sorcerer is a dangerous variable."
Albatou tossed the boots down the disposal chute. "I know that, Folken," he retorted. "You don't have to insult my intelligence. Though I..." His body shuddered. He spun around and shouted, "I still can't believe I'm Allen's sister. I HATE him!"
"So does Emperor Dornkirk," replied Folken. "Though, I'm assuming that Allen isn't the one who has earned Dornkirk's ire, is it Morgreth?"
Morgreth's eyes darted in contempt at Folken.
"I thought as much. Get up."
"What are you saying, Folken?" asked Dilandau.
His eyes softened on the boy. "It is a very long story, Dilandau. Morgreth will be the one who will explain it to you once we reach the Vione."
To Be Continued
