Author notes: This chapter I wrote when I was drunk and bored. I kind of like it, you might not, but I'm not here to please. I have noticed that people don't review. Please tell me what you think, I don't mind criticism, that's how writers grow you know.
I hardly noticed the night slip away, fading into the rising sun. My orders were simple and clipped. Be in the melef hanger in ten minuets, or else. I really didn't like his attitude.
"Shiva, Dilandau will take you to the edge of the kingdom with his melef. Follow his instructions from there on out."
Folken's words had been sweet and short, leaving no room for question. I knew what to do.
We landed shortly after lifting off from the hanger bay, settling on dew covered grass. The sun had barely risen from under its solid blanket, stretching its hands out slowly and tentatively across the land. There was no noise from the village, the inhabitants still asleep and unaware of the terror about to be released on them. Slowly Dilandau placed me on the ground and unwound his crime claw. He was freakishly gentle, a stark comparison to his previous outburst.
I suppose I should have just walked into the city and slaughtered them all, but a nostalgic feeling pulled me back, forcing me to ask for orders.
"Lord Dilandau, what are your orders?" Peering up to his melef's hatch, I waited.
Dilandau seemed to take forever to formulate his response, silence cascading over my sensitive ears. I stood still; knowing that showing any signs of emotion would be costly. When he finally spoke, I nearly jumped. His voice was so calm and steady that it surprised me.
"Kill every last one of them, kill all the people in Deead. That is your order."
I think he believes I can't do it, only a fool would think that though, and he was obviously not a fool. What was his deal, this general boy of the dragon slayers?
"Yes Lord Dilandau, as you so command I shall do."
I toke off my cloak then and laid it softly on the ground, placing my mask gently on top of the bundle. This was part of the ritual. Slowly, I drew the blade across my palm cutting the flesh and smeared my bloody handprint down the left side of my face. Today was going to be the beginning, the start of the hunt. I will have him again, even if he might be dead. Somehow I know he will come for me, sooner or later. My scent would lead him to me eventually, but the blood would be quicker. So much spilled mortal blood would surely attract one such as him self. This has to work, other wise, I'm not sure what I'll do.
It was my turn to show them what I was made off, and begin my sacrificial signal fire. I always moved silently and quietly when I wanted something.
But this time I wanted to kill them all quickly. If the blood is in mass amounts in the air, then he should be able to sniff me out soon.