It was a quiet morning. The sun rose and shone like it always did in the morning. Farmers awoke to start working in the fields. Blah, blah, biddie-blah, yaddy, yaddy, yadda.
I, however, am not going to be writing about the farmers and the sun. They don't play much part in this story except for some signal that it is morning, very bright and early, and that turnips are involved somewhere close to the end of this story. Thus, the farmers and the sun is more or less irrelivant. Gomen, I digress - shall we continue?
Five certain adventures had crashed at a local hotel the night before, having dragged their tired, journey worn, road beatened bodies up to their rooms and passing out.
That morning, the first of the adventures woke up feeling more or less refreashed. That is to say, 'refreashed' is to having slept on a lumpy mattress, paper thin pillow, moth eaten sheets and having a kegger going on downstairs into the wee hours of the morning. If that's what 'refreashed' means in this case - then refreashed this person was.
Since this person is the first of them to of woken up today, let this story focus on her. (First come, first served)
The young woman sat up - a bit stiffly - yawned and streched. She cast a look about the dreary looking room. A hard chore to do for a regular human, considering the fact that there were no windows in this fine establishment. Oddly enough, the bathroom had a small window.
The person in question was not a human, regular or not, she just took up a facade as a human so the lack of light was rather redundent and that whole paragraph was just pointless. I'm not gonna remove it though.
To put it rather bluntly, she was Filia Ul Copt of the Gold Dragons. Cool title, ne?
"What's this?" Filia wondered, getting up and walking over to the door, using her dragon eye sight so as not to crash into any thing. Even thought there wasn't much in the room to crash into in the first place. Yes, it was that cheap.
She picked up the envolope that had been shoved under the door. The folds of the letter had been waxed to make a seal and an unidentafiable insignia imbedded into it before it had cooled.
She pondered on who could of sent her the letter as she sat down on the lumpy bed. A cold sweat broke out when she noticed something strange about it. As she put on her mace, she reluctantly opened the letter and read it.
Lina woke up to the sound of a person screaming loudly enough to wake the dead (i.e. Gourry). Realization struck her. That was Filia's scream! Grabbing whatever weapon that was close by, a chair (which had been unfortunately bolted down to stop the theft of stuff), she scrambled out of bed and ran to where Filia's room was at the hotel. In the heat of the moment, she forgot that she could just fireball the problem to infinity and beyond.
Along the way, she met up with Zelgadiss, Gourry and Ameria. Still dressed in their PJ's, holding up various makeshift weapons of their own that use to also be bolted down. All caught up in the adrenaline rush. What a motley crew they be.
They barged uncerimoniously through the door with their makeshift weapons at the ready to find Filia on her knees looking like she was having a heart attack. There was also a funky blue aura glowing thing happening too.
"Oi, Filia?" Gourry inquired, brain racking to indicate whatever made her scream like the living dead. If they did scream at all, that would be what it would sound like. The smell of burning permiated the air. The fire alarm sounded. Then died. Yes, it really was a cheap hotel indead.
"Yare, yare. Filia-chan," a dry, yet amused, voice spoke up from the hallway. "If I had known that you'd be this loud in the morning, I would of stayed at the hotel in the next city." Ameria was the only one who turned.
"Xelloss-san!" she cried, a bit surprised to see the Trickster Priest. The rest of the crew was still focused on the Dragon Preistess who, also oddly enough, was not making some witty remark towards the Mazoku that would eventually lead to them pouting and Lina ripping her hair out.
Suddenly, Filia let lose a considerably loud scream that rivaled the one she let loose earlier and grabbed her mace. She ran from the room, leaving a thick trail of dust and Zelgadiss and Gourry imbedded into the walls.
A piece of paper fluttered in the air, apparently left behind by the girl. Lina caught the piece of paper in, scratcing her head in no less than that of bewilderment. She read it over. Then she read it again. Her left eyebrow started to twitch.
"Lina-san, what does the letter say?" asked Ameria curiously, momentarily forgetting that it was wrong to read another person's letter without their permision. It was also illegal.
Lina handed her companion the letter, her dazed expression turning into a blue hue that coloured her face. Ameria looked it over while the formally imbedded Zelgadiss and Gourry looked on.
Their eyes became pin drops, they face vaulted, they sweat dropped, they collapsed, they... well you get the picture. They did everything in their anime beings to show that they were confused and shocked.
"A-a-a love letter?" Ameria choaked out. "She got that freaked out over a simple love letter?!" She rubbed her head in a stressed maner.
Xelloss just stood were he was, a small, confused frown on his regularly cheery face. He picked up the letter carefully and disappeared, leaving the others to get over their shock.