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Chapter 3: Land of the Living
It was 6:54, only six minutes before I reported to Lord Dilandau every day. I couldn't help but groan as I dragged myself out of bed. My dreams were all memories—memories of happier times (yeah, I know, that wasn't the happiest dream, but it was better than some of the others). When Dilandau became the commander, I started to wear the uniform, even though I wasn't officially a Dragon Slayer. Yet. The only difference between my armor and theirs was that mine was all black.
Every day since Albato's (who's real name was Michael) death, I dragged myself downstairs at 7:00 to talk to Dilandau and 'Lord Folken'. Dilandau had changed so much—the kind young boy he used to be was gone forever.
My pity was why I stayed in the vione. I stayed because I knew if I left, Dilandau would die. I was the only family he had now, unless you count Folken. Of course, Folken wanted Dilandau dead, so he could take over the Dragon Slayers, and I wasn't about to leave the world to his mercy. Of course, he would have to have mercy for me to do so. And he didn't.
I put on my uniform and started sluggishly down the maze of halls to Dilandau's doors. Albato's doors had been sealed forever the day he died. Dilandau wouldn't care if I was a little late. Folken would, but who cares about him? Not me. I might have cared about Folken of Fanelia, but this was Folken of Zaibach. "Folken of Fanelia died 6 years ago," I whispered to myself. Even though he was my brother, I hated him.
A puzzled look came over my face. "What would Van do?" I didn't even know if Van was still alive. Folken had always told me that no one had even noticed when I was kidnapped. I had the feeling he was lying, but there was no way to tell. I often wondered if Van still remembered me... After all, I was just a 'stupid girl'.
I smirked. 'Van would probably hate him, too!'
Suddenly, I had a lot more energy. My pace quickened, and I absent-mindedly reached up to my neck. There hung a small Alexandrite pendant. It always shows my mood; when I'm angry, it's purple, but when I'm happy, it's turquoise. There was another way you could tell my mood—my eyes. They turn green when I'm happy, blue when I'm sad, and red when I lose control, and my pyromania takes over.
I turned a corner, and opened the big, red doors. "You're late," said Dilandau, Dalet, and Folken in perfect unison.
"Yeah, and since when do you care, Dilandau?"
A sick grin spread over his face. "Since I decided to leave you in charge."
"In charge of what?!"
"Everything." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Shade- uh oh, what's gonna happen?
Dalet- I think Dilandau knows!
Dilandau- *mumbling* shut up...
Shade- anyway, we just wanted to warn you that next chapter is told in several different POV's.
Miguel- you have been warned! If you get confused, don't blame me!
DS- Miguel!!!
Miguel- I mean, don't blame us!
Chapter 3: Land of the Living
It was 6:54, only six minutes before I reported to Lord Dilandau every day. I couldn't help but groan as I dragged myself out of bed. My dreams were all memories—memories of happier times (yeah, I know, that wasn't the happiest dream, but it was better than some of the others). When Dilandau became the commander, I started to wear the uniform, even though I wasn't officially a Dragon Slayer. Yet. The only difference between my armor and theirs was that mine was all black.
Every day since Albato's (who's real name was Michael) death, I dragged myself downstairs at 7:00 to talk to Dilandau and 'Lord Folken'. Dilandau had changed so much—the kind young boy he used to be was gone forever.
My pity was why I stayed in the vione. I stayed because I knew if I left, Dilandau would die. I was the only family he had now, unless you count Folken. Of course, Folken wanted Dilandau dead, so he could take over the Dragon Slayers, and I wasn't about to leave the world to his mercy. Of course, he would have to have mercy for me to do so. And he didn't.
I put on my uniform and started sluggishly down the maze of halls to Dilandau's doors. Albato's doors had been sealed forever the day he died. Dilandau wouldn't care if I was a little late. Folken would, but who cares about him? Not me. I might have cared about Folken of Fanelia, but this was Folken of Zaibach. "Folken of Fanelia died 6 years ago," I whispered to myself. Even though he was my brother, I hated him.
A puzzled look came over my face. "What would Van do?" I didn't even know if Van was still alive. Folken had always told me that no one had even noticed when I was kidnapped. I had the feeling he was lying, but there was no way to tell. I often wondered if Van still remembered me... After all, I was just a 'stupid girl'.
I smirked. 'Van would probably hate him, too!'
Suddenly, I had a lot more energy. My pace quickened, and I absent-mindedly reached up to my neck. There hung a small Alexandrite pendant. It always shows my mood; when I'm angry, it's purple, but when I'm happy, it's turquoise. There was another way you could tell my mood—my eyes. They turn green when I'm happy, blue when I'm sad, and red when I lose control, and my pyromania takes over.
I turned a corner, and opened the big, red doors. "You're late," said Dilandau, Dalet, and Folken in perfect unison.
"Yeah, and since when do you care, Dilandau?"
A sick grin spread over his face. "Since I decided to leave you in charge."
"In charge of what?!"
"Everything." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Shade- uh oh, what's gonna happen?
Dalet- I think Dilandau knows!
Dilandau- *mumbling* shut up...
Shade- anyway, we just wanted to warn you that next chapter is told in several different POV's.
Miguel- you have been warned! If you get confused, don't blame me!
DS- Miguel!!!
Miguel- I mean, don't blame us!