D is in Zilda's castle,
Left Hand:"You sure 'he' won't come back?"
D:"I don't know"
Left Hand:"Wells thats very optimistic isn't it?".
D said nothing as he opened a set of double doors and entered the Art Room of the enormous castle. Most of the pictures where still in decent shape while others where faded and torn. A picture of Zilda and him was the only one well taken care of and covered in a thick layer of dust.
Left Hand:"So she wasn't lying, eh?"
D didn't say anything, he didn't care if Zilda was right.
Suddenly Zilda came in,
Zilda:"When did you get here?"
D:"You seem calm"
Zilda:"We'll I was expecting to see that girl".
D:"She's busy"
Zilda:"Busy? Ah, I get it, 'he' showed up and bit her, didn't 'he'? This could fun!".
D just drew his blade, he'd slay Zilda, he wouldn't let her get away this time, or ever again. He dashed and Zilda jumped narrowly dodging his blade and drawing a broadsword from the air. It was anybodys guess how she had drawn the blade from the air, it was clearly real enough. Zilda's blade flashed out and D's parried it sending him flying back.
'But look! D's right shoulder was split open, when had that happened? Hadn't D's blade parried Zilda's?'
They charged each other,
'Who would be the winner of the deathly battle? Zilda Or D?'
Dracania had bet Aina fair and sqaure, Aina had tried sneak attacking her many times. But every time Dracania had been quicker it was a good thing they where practicing with fake swords. Dracania would of masacured Aina,
Aina:"Alright maybe I was wrong".
Dracania:"You where totaly wrong"
Aina:"Well thats enough fun for today, don't you think? I'm tired".
Aina:"But I have to stay up! I can't sleep or I might not wake up again! Please help me stay up".
Aina:"I'm sorry I can't if I do I could pass out and then I wouldn't be much help, you'll just have to tough it out".
Aina left Dracania alone to try to stay awake by herself witch was follish. Dracania didn't make it five minutes after Aina left, she had passed out.
'Would she ever wake again? What would D do with her if she never woke again? What is to become of this dashing Huntress?'