Slayers Fan Fiction ❯ Slayers Inheritance ❯ Dragons are Cute? The Return of Valgaav! ( Chapter 3 )

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SLAYERS INHERITANCE “Dragons are Cute? The Return of Valgaav!” by
Michael Hopcroft

“Hello again, Anya Inverse here! My mother; is the world’s most powerful
sorceress, and my father its greatest swordsman. I like to think I’m not
bad myself. Anyway, my family and I met this girl in an inn who turns
out to be the daughter of a powerful Mazoku. But she’s not a bad person,
really. Anyway, now we’re the Mazoku’s target and we’re going to have to
keep moving if we’re going to stay one step ahead of him. Still, we can
do this! I think...”

In the back of the wagon, Titania had laid out ingredients. “Now here’s
the secret – chop up the dill pickles really, really fine. That way
their flavor isn’t concentrated, but spreads throughout the whole salad.”

“Like this?” Anya took her knife and began to cut the pickle in front of
her into nearly-microscopic chunks.

“Good. Now stir it in with the tuna and mayonnaise. And don’t forget the
dill and basil.” Anya did as she was told.

“Let me taste it now.” Titania reached her finger in, took a dainty
little portion and put it to her lips. “Splendid! This is a great tuna
salad!”

“Thanks,” said Anya, “Now what do I to with it?”

“Cut some bread and spread it on it, and then tell your parents lunch is
served.”

Anya and Titania cut apart four loaves of bread and spread the tuna
salad across the inner faces of half of them. “Wait!” Titania said. “Now
slice some cheese, play it over the tuna salad, and put the other halves
of the loaves of bread on top of them.” Anya did so. “There!” she said.
“Four foot- and-a-half-long tuna salad sandwiches with fine Derlis
cheddar are ready to be served.”

A few minutes later the wagon had been stopped near a clearing, a
blanket laid out, and the Inverse/Gabriev family and Titania was
enjoying the sandwiches. “This is really good, Titania!’ said Lina. “You
two made these together?”

“Yep!” said Anya. “Though Titania did most of it.”

“Did not!” said Titania. “I only directed. You did the work.”

Gourry smiled between bites of his sandwich. “You two make a good team.
I haven’t had a tuna sandwich this good in years.”

Titania gave a wan smile. “Just wait until I get her into a real
kitchen. One of the first things Master taught me was a really good dish
with long noodles in a cream and cheese sauce. Easy to make, really
delicious, and one of the hottest things at the inn.” A tear formed in
Titania’s eye. Gourry noticed it, and so did Anya.

“You really miss him, don’t you?” Anya asked.

“Master was more than a Master to me. When my mother was expelled from
her shrine for getting pregnant, he took her in and helped her out, set
her up in a house, and gave me work as soon as I was old enough. He was
a really good man – better by far than that accursed Mazoku who says
he’s my father.”

“It’s OK for you to mourn,” Said Anya, “because he was good man and
didn’t deserve what happened to him. But I’m sure that if he were beside
you he’d want you to go on without him.”

Titania gave her a wan smile. “Thank you.”

At that moment a huge, dark shape zoomed overhead. The four clutched
their sandwiches as the wind from its passage hit them.

“A dragon?” asked Anya.

Lina nodded. “We are in those parts. But it doesn’t look like any type
I’ve ever seen before.”

The shape came back and settled in front of them. To Anya’s surprise,
its skin was not dark but pure white. It looked over the party and then
its shape began to change in a swirling wind. Soon a young man with
white hair stood before them. His features were sharp but handsome, his
eyes dark and brooding.

“Wow!” said Anya. “You are a hunk!” But then she noticed that Gourry had
his hand on the hilt of the Blast Blade. “What’s wrong? Daddy?”

“I know this guy. He almost destroyed the world 25 years ago.”

“Easy there,” the man said, “I have no intention of harming anyone,
especially friends of the family.”

Lina smiled. “Then you are Valgaav?”

“Huh?” asked Gourry.

“When Dark Star was destroyed, Vagaav’s egg floated down to the ground
into the arms of Filia. She decided she was going to foster him. You
mist be the dragon who came out of the egg.”

“That’s right.” He said. “Filia is my foster-mother, and she decided to
let me keep the name Valgaav, but I assure you there’s not a trace of
Mazoku in my bloodline.”

“But you’re a dragon?” Anya asked.

“Ancient Dragon, last of my kind I’m told. My foster-mother heard you
might be passing through, and thought she might invite you to stay with
us for a while.”

“We’re kind of busy right now,” Lina answered, ‘and we’re also a bit of
a target. We’ve got a powerful Mazoku on our tail.”

“Sounds like we can help then. I can carry your wagon. I can even secure
your horses so they won’t fall off.”

Gourry frowned. “Just don’t eat them.”

“My foster-mother runs a bed-and-breakfast now. I know better than to
serve the customers horsemeat.”

After a few hours in the air, Valgaav set the wagon down in front of a
neat, but large building in the middle of a pasture by a roadside. He
then alit beside the wagon and resumed human form. “There it is – the
Mace and Teapot, serving travelers for ten years now.”

Anya felt a little woozy climbing out of the wagon; Valgaav saw this and
helped her regain her feet. “Are you all right, young lady? Wouldn’t
want you to fall down.”

“Thank you, I’m fine.” Anya said. She then looked up at Valgaav and saw
just how handsome he really was, and her knees became weak again.
Valgaav looked a little concerned. “No, really, I’m alright. Are you
sure you’re a dragon?”

A voice from the porch called out “Valgaav! Why don’t you bring our
guests over here?” Lina stepped out and saw the familiar figure standing
in the doorway of the house.

“Filia! Long time no see! Anya, this is our old traveling companion
Filia ul Copt. We toured the Outer World together before you were born.”

“This is your daughter?” Filia asked. Then suddenly Filia began to
bristle and Anya could see a golden tail with a pink ribbon tied around
it poke out of her dress. “I sense a Mazoku!” Filia said.

“That’s just Titania. She’s a half-Mazoku, and sort of why we’re on the
run.”

“Are you sure she’s not one of those filthy...”

Anya saw Titania was backing away from Filia and Valgaav with an
expression approaching terror. “You’re frightening her!” Anya said.
“Titania doesn’t want to be a Mazoku. That’s why we’re taking her to
Seyruun, so we can find a way to seal off her powers.”

Filia calmed down. “I see. Well, in that case, I have no reason not to
welcome my old friends. I apologize for frightening you, Titania. It’s
an old prejudice I’ve tried to work hard to overcome.”

“It’s alright,” Titania replied. “I’ve never met dragons before.”

“Titania didn’t used to get out much.” Anya explained.

A few minutes later everyone was in the common room, and Filia was
treating everyone to tea.

“Interesting blend,” Titania said. “Quite tasty. Did you blend it yourself?”

Filia smiled. “Yes, I did. I’ve been blending my own teas for years,
both for flavor and for medicinal purposes. I have a blend that will
cure a sour stomach in both humans and dragon, a blend that’ll bring
down a fever, all sorts of things. You know tea?”

“I was apprentice to an innkeeper. I learned all about all kinds of food
and drink. I’m told I make a mean Whiskey Sour, but I wouldn’t know. Too
young to drink.”

Filia smiled. “I don’t drink either. Oh, that reminds me. Time to tend
the egg.”

“Egg?” Anya asked.

Filia got up and walked over to a table where a large gold egg sat in a
gold cup. “Valgaav, there’s a fresh, warm blanket in the kitchen. Can
you get it for me?”

“No problem.” Said Valgaav. He departed into the kitchen, and came back
with a blanket. Filia took the blanket that had been wrapping the egg
off and replaced it with the fresh one. “There. That should keep it nice
and warm for another six hours.”

Lina looked at the egg. “This one yours?” she asked.

Filia blushed. “Yep. Laid it five months ago. In about seven more months
it’ll hatch.”

“Who’s the father?”

“You may know him. Milgasia of Dragon Peak, back in your neck of the woods.”

Lina grinned. “Why, that sly old dog, how long have you been together?”

“He came by right before Valgaav hatched. He offered to help me raise
him to be a proper Dragon and, well, one thing led to another. We fell
in love.”

Gourry blurted out, “Congratulations. Where is he now?”

“He divides his time between Dragon Peak and here. We haven’t decided
whether he should move in here permanently once this baby hatches.”
Filia said, blushing slightly.

“I wonder if he can help us,” Lina said. “We have an old friend of yours
on our tail. Someone who used to always get your goat.”

Filia finished wrapping the egg and turned to Lina. ”You mean Xellos?
What does he want with you now?”

“It’s Titania he wants. And if he gets her, there’s going to literally
be Hell to pay.”

“Milgasia’s coming over tonight to check on Valgaav and the egg.” Filia
said. “I’ve always wanted to get back at Xellos for everything he did to
me in the old days. In the meanwhile enjoy yourselves here. We have a
good library here and a nice card room if you want to play cards. No
gambling, of course.”

Soon afterwards, Anya found herself walking in the woods. The trees were
unfamiliar, but she liked them.

“Lovely trees, aren’t they?” said a voice behind her. Anya turned around
to see Valgaav standing behind her. “Mother chose this location for her
inn because the countryside was so beautiful. Of course, the trees
aren’t the only pretty things around here.”

Anya blushed. “Thanks, I think. But shouldn’t you be chasing some dragon
girl?”

“Who says I’m chasing anybody? I just said you were pretty. There are a
lot of pretty human girls in these parts, and I don’t chase them. So why
should I be chashing you?”

Anya’s blush turned into a crimson of anger. “Why you – I ought to...”
Under her breath she began to utter an incantation.

“Hey, no fire spells! If you start a fire, mother will be furious!”

“You should know better than to get an Inverse mad! FREEZE ARROW!” A
spear of ice shot out of Anya’s hands. Valgaav dodged it effortlessly,
and it hit a tree which was immediately encased I ice. Valgaav flew a
few feet above the air until he was standing right in front of Anya.
“Why you! What I’ll do to you...” Anya said.

“No more magic, OK? Don’t want to damage the forest. Why, I bet you’ve
never even had a boy chasing you.”

“I don’t WANT a boy to chase me! I’m fine on my own!”

“Really?” Valgaav looked straight in her eyes, and Anya suddenly felt
weak in the knees. “My mother told me about someone who was just as
self- sufficient as you. Someone who felt she didn’t need anyone, who
was annoyed when anyone acted like they were paying attention to her.
Someone who used to react to anyone who even looked at her with extreme
violence.”

“Is that so? Did she tell you that girl’s name?”

“Of course she did. Do you want to know it?” he said teasingly.

“Not really.”

“Well, I’ll tell you anyway. The girl’s name was ... Lina Inverse.”

Anya looked at him with shock. “Mom? That’s not possible! You’re just
teasing me!”

“I swear it’s true. I swear on the graves of the Ancient Dragons.”

“Get out of here!”

Valgaav put a finger to her lips. “hush.” He said in a quiet tone. “I
sense something approaching.”

Anya calmed down long enough to concentrate and felt its approach too.
“Mazoku.” She said. “Are you sure it’s not Titania?”

“Positive. My mother taught me all about Mazoku. Each one has a distinct
magical signature. When you get more experience with them you’ll
recognize it too. We’ll go get our parents.”

“It’ll be on us before we get out of these woods,” said Anya.

“Ever fought a Mazoku before?” Valgaav asked.

“Have you?”

Suddenly Valgaav’s hair stood on end. “MOVE!” he cried, leaping away
from Anya as a flight of arrows flew between them, embedding themselves
in the tree behind where Valgaav had been standing.

Anya and Valgaav looked in the direction from which the arrows came
from. “I don’t see anything,” Anya said, “but that doesn’t mean
nothing’s there.”

“Look for a fringe,” said Valgaav. “Anything that looks out of focus.
That’s where it’ll be.”

Anya scanned the scene, concentrating until she noticed that one of the
trees looked a little blurry. “Gotcha!” she said, and began an incantation.

“What are you doing?” Valgaav said. “You aren’t thinking of...”

Anya nodded at him but continued the incantation. Finally she pointed at
the tree. “RAH TILT!” she cried. Energy flared from her hands, and
almost struck the tree, stopping right in front of it. A creature
appeared, a monster with horns on its head and arrowheads on its
fingers, and then collapsed. Anya ran over to the body.

Valgaav walked up to her and shook his head. “I think it’s safe to say
you got him.”

“He almost got us. You made me careless!”

Valgaav looked at her. “-I- made you careless?”

“If you hadn’t distracted me...”

“So you admit I distracted you?”

“No, I don’t! Who’d be distracted by a thoughtless, arrogant, brat like
you?”

“I am not arrogant! And if I hadn’t warned you to move, that thing
would’ve made short work of both of us!”

Anya started to laugh, first a soft chuckle than out loud.

Valgaav stared at her. “What’s so funny?”

“Do you know who we sound like? We sound just like my Mom and Dad when
they fight!”

“We do not!”

“Come on, Valgaav! Don’t you see how funny we sound?” And then Anya
started laughing again, loud enough to fill all the woods.

Valgaav sighed. “I’ll never hear the end of this from Mother...”

From the chair of his lair on Wolfpack Island, Xellos watched the scene
with amusement. “How interesting. So Lina’s little girl has discovered
the difference between boys and girls. And Valgaav bears watching too.
He could be a real fly in the ointment. Gorian had better hurry up or
he’ll lose out.”

A female-looking Mazoku in human form walked up behind Xellos and
smiled. “What are you watching?” she asked.

“Ah, Kuria, I may have a job for you.”

“The boy?”

“Exactly. If we can find a way to dispose of him, then the girl will be
more vulnerable to Gorian’s efforts.”

“He looks delicious. This sounds like a fun assignment, General Xellos.
If you like, I can dispose of him by nightfall.”

“You do that. And make sure you do it in such a way that the girl can’t
interfere.”

“I’ll think of something.”

“That’s my Kuria.”

“Why are you so interested in this girl, anyway?” Kuria asked.

“She stands between me and something I want very badly. And nobody
stands between me and what I want – not for long, anyway...” Xellos
began to chuckle. “Just you wait, Titania. You’ll be mine in the end, no
matter how hard your friend fights for you.”

TO BE CONTINUED...