Chapter 4 Questions Can Be Dangerous
By Mad Meg A evron
Disclaimer: I wish. *You can hear pounding in the back ground, and yelling something about getting on the computer for 3 days without leaving it* I'm glad I finally got that bolt lock on the door. My sister can't come and bug me! Mary Ann: Margueriette Grace! You will open this door now! Meg: Nope. Okay it is exactly 1:17 am, lets see how long it takes me to write this.
Questions Can Be Dangerous
Meg's sword swung like a blur of silver. There one minute and gone the next. Her moves were graceful and without excess movement. She had long since cut out any fat from her moves. Her hair was in a braid wrapped around her head. After she had read the passage she had decided she needed to clear her head.
When she had gone back to the room the chambers were empty and even her breath seemed to echo, all morning Meg had had an ominous feeling. She found a note on the table and picked it up to read.
Hey Meg, I left this in case you came back. Moru and me went down to eat breakfast and to explore the town. If you want you can come join us! Omi
Meg smiled at the image of her friend dragging her large brother around to carry baggage. She reminisced of the last time she had gone shopping with the two. It had been what? 4? 5? Days since they came here, and to Meg at least it had seem already a lifetime. So many things had happened, so many things revealed. So many changes. She shook off her sadness and melancholy emotions and entered their room.
She came out in a pair of jeans and a pink T-shirt she had put in her pack. She followed the now familiar place to the practice ring, deciding that maybe a little more practice would help. As she went through her paces she closed her eyes, letting her muscles' memory guide her. She was broken out of her trance as her blade met another but kept going and the other blade continued their deadly dance. It was the Raven Boy (as she had mentally called him) that had met her blade. They were all over the room. 'I haven't had this good of a work out since the Destiny War' Van's thought was delighted. He picked up speed and as he thought she would, she met his pace.
An audience slowly grew at the sound of clashing blades. When Meg and Van did a finishing bow the crowd erupted in a grand applause. Meg blushed furiously. She bowed respectfully and bolted, strapping the blade to her back. She picked up speed deciding on joining her two friends. She kept running till she caught up with the other two. Omi yelled gleefully when she spotted Meg. Someone else to help carry stuff. When Meg was just with in shouting distance she heard Moru yell.
"Meg! Run now while you can! She in a sho-!" Omi clamping a hand over his mouth cut off his warning. But Meg didn't need to hear the rest she ran away laughing heartily. She jogged for a bit, getting really tired now. She had reached what was becoming her favorite garden. She sat on a bench in the shade of a tree. Meg had rested there for quite a bit before a pair of slow steps woke her. She expected it to be Moru and Omi. She was half- right. Omi was the first in view she had fearful expression and Meg could quickly see why. The tall albino youth had his arms wrapped around her waist. A blade in one hand had pressed dangerously hard on her abdomen. Meg sat bolt up right and was quickly on her feet reaching for her rapier.
"Draw it Harris and she dies!" he had an evil little smile on his face. (*Shivers* I do love that smile!) Meg dropped the blade far away from her by slightly throwing it, her eyes never leaving his. "Now if you come with me she'll live. You may bring one bag with you; she will wait here with me till you come back. You take more than half an hour and she dies, if you show up with anyone else she dies, if ANYONE comes near here she dies, and so do they. Meg nodded and ran back to the castle, acting as calm as she could. She grabbed her backpack. Stuffing a couple of clothes and random stuff from the wardrobe and returned in a hurry. She found him where he promised.
He raised a hand and a red light blinked. A large machine came down that could only be a guymelf. It was bright, flaming red. He shoved Omi roughly across the garden she lay limp for a moment and Meg wanted to run to her. As her legs started to move, a strong hand like warm iron gripped her upper arm, it was already starting to bruise. He turned her to face him; he climbed up and reached out a hand.
Surprisingly he settled her in his lap. It was a little awkward at first, Meg being such a long limbed girl and all but Dilandau settled it by laying her legs on the right hip, and settled the rest of her a little higher up so she was angled. Her head resting on his chest and shoulder. Her hair had come loose during the runs and was like a silk, curly, sheet over him. It ran down her back and, what he guessed, to her knees.
Her body was warm and it smelled of the night blooming moonflowers. Her scent reminded him of a quiet garden at midnight. She sat rather stiffly and he could tell she was blushing at such contact.
Meg hated every moment; it wasn't just because it was HIM, but also the fact that it was a man. It made her edgy, but for some reason she knew that he would NEVER do that to her, she got the impression that he had more dignity than that. (Well at least with an unknown woman ) hehe) (2:05 in the morning, stopping here for the night...er morning:: Okay I am back at 10:58 am, YAY!)
After what seemed like a century they arrived at the Vione. When the hatch door opened it revealed all the new dragon slayers. The people of Ziabach had started anew after the war, and gasp, shock; Dilly is now the King! The Dragon Slayers are his personal guard that he trained himself. And each had the presence of dark, deadly foreboding about them.
He lifted Meg in his capable arms and jumped down. He set her on her feet and went to inspect his men. Meg stood looking awkward. Dilandau turned a young man with sandy hair and ordered him. "Find spare quarters and show her to the main buildings." Sandy Boy walked over to her and gave her a winning smile. He took her pack and led her down a hallway. They came to the area that had numbers on doors he twisted the knobs till he found one that opened. "Okay your room will be 488. You will find clothes in that wardrobe. If you need anything just ask. I will leave you here for half an hour and come back to show you around." He left and Meg turned around in a slow circle, taking in her surroundings. The room had two windows and another door. The floor was covered in a dark green carpet, the walls were a pale green, the curtains were sheer white and the bedclothes were varying shades of yellow and green. The bed was on the large side and a four poster, there were gas lanterns stationed across the room. One was on an oak desk that held writing utensils and a small bookshelf. The wardrobe was made of oak with fanciful carvings. As Sandy Boy promised there were clothes in there, all males' clothing but Meg didn't care. She went to her pack and unpacked what she thought important. When she was finished she sighed looking at what would probably be her new home for a while. She heard knock on the door and she frowned, it was too early for Sandy Boy to be back. Without waiting for an answer the person opened the door. It was Dilandau. "Oh, don't worry Harris. I've just come to lay down some rules. No. 1, you are from the country Austria, No. 2, I found you in the streets fighting another gutter snipe and liked your fighting, No. 3, only ware clothes from Gaea, and the last No. 4, don't ask questions, they can be...Dangerous." Dilandau grinned evilly. He drew a dagger and Meg froze her face stotic. He ran the dagger along her cheek and bent forward so his lips were next to her ear and spoke in a deadly whisper. "That is, at least for you little friends."
Okay there was chapter four, and PLEASE have mercy on me and review! Please, though I have to say if it's a flame, don't waste you time, cause Dilly-chan gave me lessons on using his BIG flame thrower and would be happy to lend it to me if I promise to let him help. Dilly-chan: *nods excitedly*
Disclaimer: I wish. *You can hear pounding in the back ground, and yelling something about getting on the computer for 3 days without leaving it* I'm glad I finally got that bolt lock on the door. My sister can't come and bug me! Mary Ann: Margueriette Grace! You will open this door now! Meg: Nope. Okay it is exactly 1:17 am, lets see how long it takes me to write this.
Questions Can Be Dangerous
Meg's sword swung like a blur of silver. There one minute and gone the next. Her moves were graceful and without excess movement. She had long since cut out any fat from her moves. Her hair was in a braid wrapped around her head. After she had read the passage she had decided she needed to clear her head.
When she had gone back to the room the chambers were empty and even her breath seemed to echo, all morning Meg had had an ominous feeling. She found a note on the table and picked it up to read.
Hey Meg, I left this in case you came back. Moru and me went down to eat breakfast and to explore the town. If you want you can come join us! Omi
Meg smiled at the image of her friend dragging her large brother around to carry baggage. She reminisced of the last time she had gone shopping with the two. It had been what? 4? 5? Days since they came here, and to Meg at least it had seem already a lifetime. So many things had happened, so many things revealed. So many changes. She shook off her sadness and melancholy emotions and entered their room.
She came out in a pair of jeans and a pink T-shirt she had put in her pack. She followed the now familiar place to the practice ring, deciding that maybe a little more practice would help. As she went through her paces she closed her eyes, letting her muscles' memory guide her. She was broken out of her trance as her blade met another but kept going and the other blade continued their deadly dance. It was the Raven Boy (as she had mentally called him) that had met her blade. They were all over the room. 'I haven't had this good of a work out since the Destiny War' Van's thought was delighted. He picked up speed and as he thought she would, she met his pace.
An audience slowly grew at the sound of clashing blades. When Meg and Van did a finishing bow the crowd erupted in a grand applause. Meg blushed furiously. She bowed respectfully and bolted, strapping the blade to her back. She picked up speed deciding on joining her two friends. She kept running till she caught up with the other two. Omi yelled gleefully when she spotted Meg. Someone else to help carry stuff. When Meg was just with in shouting distance she heard Moru yell.
"Meg! Run now while you can! She in a sho-!" Omi clamping a hand over his mouth cut off his warning. But Meg didn't need to hear the rest she ran away laughing heartily. She jogged for a bit, getting really tired now. She had reached what was becoming her favorite garden. She sat on a bench in the shade of a tree. Meg had rested there for quite a bit before a pair of slow steps woke her. She expected it to be Moru and Omi. She was half- right. Omi was the first in view she had fearful expression and Meg could quickly see why. The tall albino youth had his arms wrapped around her waist. A blade in one hand had pressed dangerously hard on her abdomen. Meg sat bolt up right and was quickly on her feet reaching for her rapier.
"Draw it Harris and she dies!" he had an evil little smile on his face. (*Shivers* I do love that smile!) Meg dropped the blade far away from her by slightly throwing it, her eyes never leaving his. "Now if you come with me she'll live. You may bring one bag with you; she will wait here with me till you come back. You take more than half an hour and she dies, if you show up with anyone else she dies, if ANYONE comes near here she dies, and so do they. Meg nodded and ran back to the castle, acting as calm as she could. She grabbed her backpack. Stuffing a couple of clothes and random stuff from the wardrobe and returned in a hurry. She found him where he promised.
He raised a hand and a red light blinked. A large machine came down that could only be a guymelf. It was bright, flaming red. He shoved Omi roughly across the garden she lay limp for a moment and Meg wanted to run to her. As her legs started to move, a strong hand like warm iron gripped her upper arm, it was already starting to bruise. He turned her to face him; he climbed up and reached out a hand.
Surprisingly he settled her in his lap. It was a little awkward at first, Meg being such a long limbed girl and all but Dilandau settled it by laying her legs on the right hip, and settled the rest of her a little higher up so she was angled. Her head resting on his chest and shoulder. Her hair had come loose during the runs and was like a silk, curly, sheet over him. It ran down her back and, what he guessed, to her knees.
Her body was warm and it smelled of the night blooming moonflowers. Her scent reminded him of a quiet garden at midnight. She sat rather stiffly and he could tell she was blushing at such contact.
Meg hated every moment; it wasn't just because it was HIM, but also the fact that it was a man. It made her edgy, but for some reason she knew that he would NEVER do that to her, she got the impression that he had more dignity than that. (Well at least with an unknown woman ) hehe) (2:05 in the morning, stopping here for the night...er morning:: Okay I am back at 10:58 am, YAY!)
After what seemed like a century they arrived at the Vione. When the hatch door opened it revealed all the new dragon slayers. The people of Ziabach had started anew after the war, and gasp, shock; Dilly is now the King! The Dragon Slayers are his personal guard that he trained himself. And each had the presence of dark, deadly foreboding about them.
He lifted Meg in his capable arms and jumped down. He set her on her feet and went to inspect his men. Meg stood looking awkward. Dilandau turned a young man with sandy hair and ordered him. "Find spare quarters and show her to the main buildings." Sandy Boy walked over to her and gave her a winning smile. He took her pack and led her down a hallway. They came to the area that had numbers on doors he twisted the knobs till he found one that opened. "Okay your room will be 488. You will find clothes in that wardrobe. If you need anything just ask. I will leave you here for half an hour and come back to show you around." He left and Meg turned around in a slow circle, taking in her surroundings. The room had two windows and another door. The floor was covered in a dark green carpet, the walls were a pale green, the curtains were sheer white and the bedclothes were varying shades of yellow and green. The bed was on the large side and a four poster, there were gas lanterns stationed across the room. One was on an oak desk that held writing utensils and a small bookshelf. The wardrobe was made of oak with fanciful carvings. As Sandy Boy promised there were clothes in there, all males' clothing but Meg didn't care. She went to her pack and unpacked what she thought important. When she was finished she sighed looking at what would probably be her new home for a while. She heard knock on the door and she frowned, it was too early for Sandy Boy to be back. Without waiting for an answer the person opened the door. It was Dilandau. "Oh, don't worry Harris. I've just come to lay down some rules. No. 1, you are from the country Austria, No. 2, I found you in the streets fighting another gutter snipe and liked your fighting, No. 3, only ware clothes from Gaea, and the last No. 4, don't ask questions, they can be...Dangerous." Dilandau grinned evilly. He drew a dagger and Meg froze her face stotic. He ran the dagger along her cheek and bent forward so his lips were next to her ear and spoke in a deadly whisper. "That is, at least for you little friends."
Okay there was chapter four, and PLEASE have mercy on me and review! Please, though I have to say if it's a flame, don't waste you time, cause Dilly-chan gave me lessons on using his BIG flame thrower and would be happy to lend it to me if I promise to let him help. Dilly-chan: *nods excitedly*