Well…it's been a long time since I've worked on this, but it will be good to get this story moving again, so here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of the Dragoon, only my characters, and Storyline that I have placed.

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Elwin lived with Dillan after the death of his parents now, and though he tried to carry on with a normal life, he found that he would often think about the night his parents died when he was alone. He would feel his emotions rise up, the fear and the sorrow, but he would also feel a new emotion, that of a deep burning hate for the man that had caused all of this to happen.

Elwin, despite these feelings, lived happily with Dillan for 10 years. During this time, Elwin learned many things. The two most important of all that he learned, as far as he was concerned, was fighting, and a short history on his parents.

"You know Elwin." Dillan said slowly, as he walked along a road with Elwin one day. "Your parents didn't come from this village."

"What do you mean Dillan?" Elwin had grown comfortable with Dillan over the years, but, he could never bring himself to call him father. "All my memories are of this village. I grew up here."

Dillan nodded his head, with a slight chuckle. "Yes you did." he said. "Though you and your parents came from someplace else." he looked at Elwin with a gentle smile witch Elwin though was odd for someone like Dillan. "You see, I'm the only one who knows that they came from another country."

Elwin raised an eyebrow now a confused sort of look clouded his face. "Witch country would that be, Dillan?" he asked. "And why are you the only person in the village that knows this?"

Dillan chuckled once more. "Because I came here with them of course. I've known your father for most of my life after all." he chuckled still more. "We were both soldiers in the country of Serdio together." he looked ahead now, his gaze becoming somewhat distant. "It was a beautiful place Elwin. We both grew up in the small town of Seles there." he shook his head, as if to chase off any unpleasant memories that might have popped up. "We moved to the castle town of Bale, and became soldiers."

They turned on the road, and started to head into the main area of the village, where all the homes, shops, and people lived. Some of the people waved at the two as they passed by, and they in turn would wave back.

Elwin always felt strange when he was around the other villagers, as they always looked at him rather curiously, and would speak silently amongst themselves when they thought he wasn't paying them any mind.

"Anyway, your father met your mother in Bale." Dillan continued on. "He found her getting attacked by some two-bit thief and ended up catching the scummy fool. More importantly, he met her." Dillan chuckled again, and ran a hand through his short brown hair. "They were nearly always together when he could get some time off. Eventually he married her, and after that, the three of us moved here."

"Why?" Elwin asked, looking rather confused. "Why not just stay in Bale, or Seles?"

Dillan shrugged. "I wish I knew. " he said. "I was just ordered to watch them, and if anything happened to them, to protect you." he said. "The King thought I was the best choice for this task seeing as I was a close friend of your father and mother."

They had arrived at their home now. It was a rather poor looking cottage near the outskirts of the village, but it served its purpose quite well in spite of this.

Dillan sat down upon the steps leading to the door of the cottage, and sighed greatly. "Somethings just don't make sense sometimes, Elwin." he said solemnly. "But you make do with it even if you don't quite understand it." He looked up at the fifteen year-old, and grinned happily. "I think it's about time I gave you something Elwin…something that your father used to own."

Elwin was surprised when he heard this. He had thought that everything he father had owned had burned to ashes 10 years ago. "What would that be?" he asked curiously.

Dillan rose up to his feet, and quickly disappeared into the cottage. He returned as quickly as he had vanished though, and in his hands was something wrapped in a plain white cloth. He held it out for Elwin to take. "Here." he said simply.

Elwin gently took the cloth from Dillan, and unwrapped it to reveal and pair of knives. They were unlike any kind of knife that he had seen before though, as they looked like swords with thick blades. He looked at Dillan, with a confused look on his face. "What are these?" he asked.

"Those are the weapons your father used to use when we were soldiers. He called them Butterfly Swords." Dillan explained. "They're quite unique weapons; your father was the only man in the army who could use them efficiently."

Elwin looked back at the strange weapons once more, and smiled. "My father used these to fight with…Then I will do the same." he thought. He could feel something else within the cloth, and unwrapped it some more to reveal a small necklace that ended with a small red stone that was perfectly round.

Dillan smiled more broadly. "That was your mothers keepsake from her brother." he said. "She gave it to me, to give to you in case something happened to her."

Elwin took the necklace and looked at the small stone that was attached to it. After a moment, he decided to put it on, and slipped it on over his head. He then looked at his weapons once more. He picked up one blade in each hand, and gave them each a twirl to get a feel for their weight.

Dillan chuckled now, as he stood up and once again vanished into the cottage. He came out a few minuets later with a large, broad bladed sword. "Up for some sparing Elwin?" he asked.

Elwin looked at Dillan with a slight grin on his face. "Sure am, Dillan." he said as he got down low into his battle stance. "Any time!"

Dillan laughed, and jumped towards Elwin, slashing his sword right into the ground where Elwin had been just a few moments before.

Elwin had been ready for Dillan before the fight even began, and had rolled out of the way, just as Dillan had started to jump. He got to his feet again quickly, and slashed with both of his new weapons aiming for Dillan's back.

Dillan, too, was ready for the fight, and had swung his sword over his head, to land flat across his back, effectively blocking the blow. He then span around, whipping his sword with one arm, and letting it carry itself in a horizontal attack of his own.

Elwin ducked down low, and popped up again when the giant two-handed sword had past him by. "You're slowing up a bit Dillan!" he said, as he slashed both swords inwardly, aiming for Dillan's shoulders.

Dillan managed to halt the advance of his sword, and jumped away just a split second before Elwin could hit him. He span around to look at his young opponent, and smiled. "And you're still getting better." he said as he charged forward. He twisted his body as he ran, and went into a spinning kick, that caught Elwin off guard, and sent him sprawling to the ground. Dillan chuckled, and stabbed his sword into the ground with a heavy thud. "But you still expect me to always attack with my weapon." he said. "Any and every part of my body is a weapon in a fight Elwin, you need to remember this."

Elwin groaned, as he sat up. He rubbed his head tenderly for a moment before looking at Dillan. "It hard to remember when you always end out matches with a kick to my head, it makes everything gets all fuzzy." he said.

Dillan laughed, as he bent over and held out a hand for Elwin to take. "That's your fault. You always forget that I can and will use anything and everything I can to fight and win."

Elwin took Dillan's hand and quickly got up to his feet. "Yeah, yeah…fight with what ever you can use, and never give your opponent an opportunity to strike back. I've heard this since day one." he said wearily.

Dillan smiled and nodded his head with a slight chuckle. "That's right, because it tells you everything you should know about fighting in one easy shot." he said. "Now I think we should rest. Tomorrow I have plans for us to travel some place." he turned to head inside of the cottage, his massive sword back in his hands.

Elwin looked confused, as he followed after his foster father. "Go where?" he asked.

Dillan chuckled, and patted Elwin on the head. "Homeward Elwin, to Seles!"

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Well…I hope you liked enjoyed this chapter…See you later!