Lilliea has a minion!

Dagor the Jakyl

A small Jakyl whined, trying to get the escalade's attention. He lifted his dark, black paw into the air and scratched. "Not now, Dagor," the escalade said. "I've got to go train, you know that. Train every day. Become bigger, stronger, better." Lilliea stretched, making sure her muscles would not be hurt by the vigorous exercises to follow. The training was part of her daily routine and she never missed a day. After her exercises, she'd be off to continue reading Battler Issue 04. Although she never particularly enjoyed reading, she knew it was valuable exercises, as important as her physical routines, in helping her become a better battler. Each new book she picked up had new techniques and pointers that she would file away in her head until she could use them later. Nearby, the sound of many pets playing caused Lilliea to pause and listen. Those would be her siblings, playing at some new game or other. They were part of the reason Lilliea trained; so that she could keep them safe when they got into a scrape. She remembered only last month that her siblings were playing in the streets of Shadowglen and had bumped into a rather unfriendly graveyard harvester. His tattered cloak had swayed in the wind and he reached out a bony hand towards them. Luckily for them, Lilliea was close at hand and in a flash, she stood between the harvester and her siblings. "You won't touch them," she said, and moved into a defensive posture. He had raised his scythe, but Lilliea batted it away. She would let no one harm her family. For several minutes, the two stood facing each other, staring into one another's eyes. The harvester's golden eyes peered at her from under his hood and her own green eyes shone in defiance. "Get out of here," she yelled to her siblings, who were watching in wide-eyed horror. Although she was a fair fighter and the strongest of the bunch, she had her doubts about fighting a harvester twice her size in the streets of Shadowglen. Still, she wouldn't abandon her family and she would keep fighting until she knew they were safe. The others scampered off and Lilliea fixed her gaze upon the harvester. "My apologies," said a smooth voice from behind. Lilliea's sister Iguenta had shown up; one of the little ones must have called her. She continued talking as if the harvester and Lilliea were in the middle of a friendly conversation and not near battle. "The others did not mean to bump into you, I am sure," she said. "And Lilliea here can get a little jumpy at times when her family is involved. I'm sure you understand we mean no trouble and are just about to leave." The harvester's golden eyes turned away from Lilliea and towards Iguenta. He seemed to be debating what to do, but his fierce stance did not change. "Like I said," she continued unfazed, "we are just leaving. Our friend, Mr. Arbor - he's an archan, did you know? - is coming to get us. He should be here any moment." At the thought that others would soon be coming, the harvester evidently decided it was not worth his time to stay and fight. He turned abruptly about, not saying a single word to Lilliea or Iguenta. "Thanks," Lilliea breathed. "Although I think I could have taken him." -Shakespeare



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