My name is Mya Amelia Piziks. I've always hated my middle and last name. That's why every time I introduce myself to someone, I say "I'm Mya. Pleased to meet you." Then I smile, and start talking to them about the stuff they like, or where they work. People really like talking about themselves. I guess its human nature. For me, that's a good thing. I don't want to talk about myself. I don't want anyone to know anything about me. And if someone decides they want to get to know me, they're going to have to work for it. I can be extremely stubborn. So as long as everyone's talking about themselves, I'm content.

Contrary to what you may believe, there is a point to my rant. You see, the people here-at the rehab centre my family oh so graciously abandoned me at-always address me as 'Ms. Piziks.' Imagine having to hear that a million times a day… (Well that's over exaggerating… but I hear it a lot.) For lack of a better way to describe it, it blows.

At the moment I was in a group therapy session. Looking around at everyone I felt a stab of pity. These people had real problems. These people really wanted to get better. These people were really fighting the good fight. And here I was, me, supposed drug addict and suicide attemptee (Neither of which are true). Here I was sitting in a circle of chairs while the therapist running the session glared at me.

"Ms. Piziks. Would you like to tell everyone why you're here." She hissed for the 4th time.

"Whatever." I stood up. It was a rule in the group session. You had to stand when you addressed the group. Bob (He's a clepto), gets really upset if someone doesn't follow the rules. Kind of ironic really, seeing he was busted for trying to steel about $4000 worth of stuff from the Gap.

Glaring at Mrs. Noseworthy (The councillor). I started to speak again. "I'm here. Because the world decided to screw me over."

I sat back down. Glaring at anyone and everyone.

Yeah. The world was indeed dead set on screwing me over.

"Ms. Piziks. Would you like me to explain to the group what brought you to the Hallo Retreat?"

That's what they called this place. A 'retreat'. Kinda sounds nice doesn't it? Two words: Millie Vanillie. It sounds nice. But in reality it sucks. Have I gotten the point across?

"Ms. Pziks?" questioned Noseworthy with a smile so fake I wanted to puke.

"Whatever." Was my mumbled reply. I folded my arms across my chest, and waited for the load of bull that was about to stream from her mouth.

"Ms. Piziks has a drug problem, severe depression, and anger-management problems. 3 weeks ago, 2 weeks before she joined us here at the Hollow, Ms. Piziks purposely over dosed on her sisters prescription pain medication and nearly died."

"Over dosed my ass." I snapped. More to myself than to anyone else. But unfortunately, I'd managed to gain the attention of everyone in the room, all 11 of the pathetic little psychos.

"Would you like to elaborate, Ms. Piziks."

I swear, she was calling me Ms. Piziks just to piss me off.

"Gladly." I growled, standing up again. " I am not a drug addict. I did OD. But not because I'm suicidal. I fell in the bathtub and hit my head. When I woke up my head hurt… a lot." As would be expected after colliding head first into a ceramic tub. "So, I grabbed my sisters pain med's. I had no idea they worked the way they did! How was I supposed to know I'd be in a damn coma…" the last part was whispered. It was creepy. I'd come so close to death I could practically taste it. Yet I'd defied the odds, and survived. Yay for me. Breath in the Sarcasm.

How the hell was I supposed to know that taking every pill in the bottle (Which was about 20) would do that? Common sense you Idiot I answered silently. You couldn't really blame me though. I don't even remember taking the pills, I just vaguely remember thinking I needed Advil. A nice LARGE truckload, of Advil.

"It's ok, we'll be here for you, when you decide to talk." Stated the woman sitting on my right. When I need to talk? … Great… even the psychos don't believe me… wait…they're not psychotic… But I on the other hand…

I looked at the bleach blond, green-eyed woman, I heard she was a nympho, but I didn't know for sure. She got in yesterday and already the Docs had her brainwashed… Or maybe she was like this before she got here. At the moment, I felt like reaching out and strangling her. But I couldn't bring myself to even come at her with a saucy remark. Her eyes, they just looked so empty… dead.

"Uh… Thanks." I replied quietly, falling into my chair with a thud.

"Jay… Would you like to tell everyone why you're here?" Noseworthy's voice cut through the room.

"Uh…" a blond guy-he looked about 25 or 30-stood up.

There sure are alotta blonds here. I took a lock of my own dark black hair and twirled it around my fingers.

"Uh… Hi… I'm J-Jay. And… I'm a recovering Heroine addict." He showed us the track scars lining his arms. Everyone said hello to Jud. (As was required by the group rules). This is just… Wonderful.

I was in my private study, eyeing the burnt logs in the fireplace with obvious disgust. There was supposed to be a fire lit. There was always supposed to be a fire lit. The house staff would be punished for this.

I smirked. Silently enjoying imagining just how I would punish them. Signing in an almost defeated manor I picked up the glass of wine, which I'd placed on my desk. I couldn't hurt them. As much as I'd wanted to, I couldn't, they knew too many of Zibach secrets, who knows what'd they'd do if they were pushed far enough. I'd just have to settle for reducing their pay.

"Lord Dilandau, hour highness…" a voice questioned timidly from the open door.

"Yes…" I drawled, looking up at one of the maids. Probably the one who was supposed to keep my fire lit. I narrowed my eyes at her and she shied away, looking at her hands.

"Lord… The Zibach transport is here for you."

I nodded. "You may leave." The woman scurried off. She didn't need to be told twice. In all truth, I was surprised she hadn't hightailed it out of there as son as she'd delivered the message.

I sipped my wine slowly. The transport could wait. After all. I thought smugly. I am Lord Dilandau, General of the goddamn Zibach army.

"Jane? Is there a reason your… doing that?" I walked into my room, I shared it with another patient at the Hallow. Jane, she was a clepto. She'd been here for a while now, about 2 months from what she'd told me. And right now, she had her body twisted into a position I still can't believe is humanly possible. "Lemme guess, you plan on going into the Contortion Art business once you get outta here."

She laughed. Leaving the door open, I sat on the floor near the foot of my bed. The room was small and stuffy. Barely big enough for 2 people. I've always had a problem with small places. I'm not quite claustrophobic, but I'm close to it. Sitting on the floor made the room look bigger.

"So, how was group therapy?" she asked, untwisting her body and sitting Indian style in front of me.

"It sucked…" I replied. "…Sucked a lot."

She laughed again. I liked her laugh. Jane always seemed so real. She knew what the world was like, but she wasn't jaded like me. She was the only real friend I'd had for a very long time… Even though she like to steel my shoelaces. But she was the only person within 5 years of my age in the entire place. I was 17, Jane was 19.

"Did Kimmy visit today?" I asked. Kimmy was Jane's Stepmother. She was a nice lady too. She visited every second day, just to check up on Jane.

"Yep." Jane reached up to the nightstand that was next to my bed. "Here." The shoved a box of half eaten caramel chocolates at me. "Mum brought these, said you need a little meet on your bones."

I couldn't help but smile. I popped a few of the chocolates in my mouth. I hadn't been eating much. Mainly because I was pissed off at everyone for not believing me when I said I was perfectly fine, that I didn't need someone with me to make sure I didn't try to kill myself when I showered, or ate, or did anything. I mean! Honestly! How am I supposed to kill myself eating a bagel? What am I going to do? Intentionally choke on a piece of bread. No thank-you.

"Earth to Mya!!! Hey!" Jane snapped her fingers in my face.

"Ack-" I swallowed what was left of my chocolate. "What?!"

"The book lady… if you want another book, you better swipe one before she sees you."

The book lady lets us have one book a week. Don't ask why. I tried asking and she just smiled, patted me on the head and rolled her little book cart away, leaving me standing in the hall staring after her like an idiot. Anyway, it takes me about 5 hours to read a book, so I was finished quite quickly. And when I don't have anything to read… well… Lets just say I don't like it when I don't have anything to read. Or at least have the option of reading.

"Thanks." I stood up, and crept quietly to the open door of my room. The cart was a few feet away, and the book lady - Note to self, find out book lady's name - Was nowhere in site. Quickly I crouched down and started looking through the books on the cart. What are they doing with Franklin the turtle books here? I shrugged, and shoved past it.

"Ok dear, Hope you enjoy it."

Oh damn.

I grabbed the book my hand had been resting on, standing up and facing the book lady just as she closed the door of someone's room.

"Why, hello Mya, I didn't see you there." She said. She was old. Really old. Like 70 or 80 years old.

I had the book hidden behind my back. My arms were straining just to keep it there. Why is it so heavy??

"How is your book dear?"

"Wha-Oh, yeah, it's uh… great!" Smooth Mya.

"Wonderful." She smiled, gazing at me thoughtfully, and for a moment I was afraid she could see through me. I had a sneaking suspicion that she knew I had a book hidden behind my back.

"Uh… g'night then!" I said, backing up until I was in my room.

"Good night dear."

I shut the door, leaning against it and sighing in relief. That was about the time Jane doubled over on the floor in laughter.

I stepped outside. Staring distastefully at the air transport that was waiting for me. I was in a bad mood. My fire hadn't been lit, my transport had been late, and now I had to leave the one place I didn't have the urge to burn to the ground. I started walking towards the Dragon Slayers who were sent to accompany me on my return to the Vione. But before I shifted my gaze from my mansion I ran into a little roadblock of sorts.

"Hey! -" I growled at the woman in front of me. She was old. Was she part of the house staff? "What do you think you're doing?" I noted the basket of flowers she had tucked under her arm.

"Hm… excuse me your Lordship… I should have been more careful…" she bowed away quickly and shuffled inside heading into the foyer.

I turned, glaring dangerously at the unsuspecting Dragon Slayers. I noticed both of them tense. Maybe they weren't so unsuspecting. I was grinning by the time I reached them, passing by without so much as a look in their direction. Be afraid.  I laughed to myself. The Dragon Slayers, the new, and improved, dragon slayers. Were now under in my control. Be very, afraid.

I stepped onto the transport. The two Dragon Slayers following obediently. Gentle rays of red and gold passed through the door as the sun began to set. The light disappeared quickly as the transport doors shut, sunshine, was now replaced by harsh florescent lighting. It was then I noticed the pocket of my cloke felt slightly heavier than I remembered.

Reaching into the inside left pocket, I found myself pulling out a book.

Jane had gone to bed hours ago. I on the other hand, stayed awake. Not by choice mind you. Lately it seemed like the Gods, or whoever the hell was up they're pulling the strings, wanted to make my life a living hell. Not only do they want to torture me, but now they want me to die from lack of sleep. Stupid thoughts, I know. What can I say, I was tired.

I picked up the book I'd stolen from the book lady. I'd looked at it earlier, but I couldn't make any sense out of it. I don't know why the book lady had it in the first place. It wasn't even in English.

Looking over at Jane, who slept on a bed about 5 feet away from my own bed, I studied her for a moment. I couldn't help but home she got out of here soon. The whole shoelace thing wasn't that bad. And if it stopped her from getting arrested than she could steel mine any time she wanted.

"Shineeey." She mumbled, kicking a leg then turning over so her back was facing me.

I smiled. Even in her sleep she was entertaining. I turned back to my book. Holding it above me as I lay on my bed, I traced the title with my eyes. I couldn't read it. But it looked nice. I sat up, letting the book rest on my lap. Flipping up the cover I flicked through the pages until I was as the middle of the book. Your brilliant Mya. Steel a book that you can't even read? What on earth was the point of that?

My eyes scanned over the print. Studying it with a scrutiny I usually reserve for things that piss me off. Is it… glowing?

I don't think I'd ever been that terrified in my life. I couldn't let go of the book, but I wanted to throw it away from me more than anything in the world. It felt warm in my hands. What the hell. What the hell. What the hell! Was about all my panicked mind could come up with before I began to lift off the bed. Not good, SO not go- I didn't have time to finish the thought before my world disappeared. Literally.

I'd been traveling for about an hour now. The sun had set a few minutes ago. Not that I could see the sky anyway. The trip to the Vione would take 3 hours. It was currently stationed above Zibach's Capital city, which was relatively close. But due to the Alliances (Freid, Austria, Fanellia, and a few other nations, excluding Zibach of course) who were constantly monitoring the area, we didn't want to risk alerting them to the growing military forces Zibach had been bringing together. As long as we remained at a neutral speed we wouldn't be spotted.


Years had passed since the Destiny war ended. (4 to be exact.) Years that only served to let the hatred all of Zibach felt towards the Allies grow. The brat, Celeina, I believe was her name. She had served her purpose, but in the end she had failed miserably. Thankfully I was able to extract myself from her mind when she was distracted. Bitch. Bitter memories. The Sorcerers liked performing experiments, they liked it a lot. Celeina on the other hand, did not. I'm sure the Sorcerers had some reason behind putting my mind into her body. Unfortunately they didn't realize that she would be able to trap me there. I growled. She had been afraid of going through anything and everything alone. So she refused to let me go. Just thinking about it made me want to kill someone. The Dragon Slayers glanced nervously towards me.

I looked around the inside of the transport. It wasn't big. It was made for discrete travel. I grabbed the pilot and pushed him out of his chair, taking the seat. I didn't know how to fly it, but the thing was on autopilot anyway. No one said anything. The pilot merely got up, brushed himself off, and stood by the co-pilot.

I was still holding on to the book. Looking at it sceptically I turned it so I could look at the back, then turned it to look at it's front. The cover was made of faded blue leather. I slid my fingers over the title. Propping my feet up on the dash of the control centre I opened the book and flipped through the pages. Strange. The writing was in a language I'd never seen before. Whatever it was, it wasn't Geian writing. I stopped flipping through the book, and took my time looking over what I assumed were words and letters. Is it… Glowing?

The ship jerked back in forth, nearly knocking the Captain over. "Captain, there's a disturbance of the port side. 15 degrees east of our current position." Stated the co-pilot.

"Slow to stop." He ordered. "Take us down to tree level."

The book had stopped glowing. Must have been the lights. I glared up at the florescent lighting.

"Lord Dilandau… May I please have my seat, this could be important." Asked the Captain. I couldn't help but move. The man had been brave enough to ask me for it, might as well give it to him. Getting up, I stood behind the seat, watching his every move.

"Have you tracked the source of the disturbance?" asked the Captain.

"Ay Sir." Replied the Co-pilot. "I've traced the disturbance to a pond 5 km from here."

"On Screen."

We all watched as the remnants of a blue pillar of light faded into the night sky.

And How come no one has reviewed yet? Huh? Huh?! ^.^ That's ok though, I'll live. But it would be nice to hear some feed back, just so I can improve on my writing and stuff, so shout out eh! I'm more than willing to listen to whatever you have to say! Anyway here's Chapter 1, and I know nothing happened here… But now I bet you have a bunch of questions about what's going to happen in future chapters. Or maybe you won't, ^.^. Well, here's the REAL authors note: Schools starting tomorrow, I fought for time to get this chapter edited and updated, so you may have to wait a little while before I update again. Another thing, if someone could please tell me how to spell Dilandau's last name I would be extremely grateful! Bu-Bye for now! Thanks for taking the time to read!

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