On Angel Wings

[FinalDragoon]

Prolougue:
In the early years in the world of Valdhneil, wars, pointless wars and battles spread like wildfire. Armies raised their steal for simple, matieral things such as copper ore and other resources. During the never ending years of war, mercenaries arose. Most had become mercenaries for either fame or fortune. But, a young boy had other intentions. He desired to test his limits. And to travel the world - little did he know he'd unravel secrets about his hidden past. And the secrets of his world. his fortune, was always lacking. For as merceneries were birthed, as were assassins. He goes by the name of "Slain" having forgotten his memories from an 'unmemorable' event.

A young celestial girl, against the will of her people, traveled the world healing those who suffer from the never-ending wars. This pure hearted young woman would end up suffering through troubles that she could not imagine as her fate became intertwined with those she offered her services too. This young ladies magic was as pure as her heart.


Chapter 1: "The magnet of misfortune"

A ringing of blades echoed in the canyon as a boy's young grunt of pain soon followed. The same voice released a scream, another clashing of blades was heard. Blood had coated Zeruhn Canyon, the warrior's sweat glazed the specs of sand in the desert. As the young boy continued to fend off the small group of bandits.
"Don't you people ever give up?!", the boy screamed in an attempt to phsyche himself up. This was followed by the bandit's laughter and mockery. The boy lunged at a leader of the bandit's, his sword plunged into the man's chest. The young boy's sword was lodged into the canyon wall, causing the boy to place his foot along the stone wall, the red dirt falling from under his foot as he attempted to dislodge his sword. He continued to try, but to no avail. His sword crafted from onyx was stuck there, lodged into the bandit and the canyon wall. the young boy turned around and punched another bandit into the last one, his quick shot rendering one onconcious. He quickly followed up with a kick to the rising pilferer's face. They were done for, with only one casualty.
"Now.... to pick up my reward after....getting...this...sword out!", he yelled as he finally dislodged his blade from the wall causing him to fall backward. HE quickly rose to his feet and fled. He hardly made it 3 miles before feeling a large peice of metal hit him on the back of his ungaurded head - the boy was out cold.
The young man awoke, moaning slightly. His body bound in chains pinned him to a cold stone wall. He pulled his arms forward only to feel his arms restrained. The ring of his chains echoed triggering his captor's voice.
"Your name child?", a deep voice demanded.
"Who wants to know?", he snapped back. The young man would not give information out without a fight.
"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."
"...Slain...", he finally admitted only to feel a large peice of metal hit him again. He was out cold once again. His breathing became heavier as his body slid along the stone wall, he hung against it, his lifeless body growing colder. A high pitched ringing in his ears woke him up in only a few hours, night had fallen. The veil of darkness caused Slain to look around only to find himself bound to the walls by the chains. He moaned in pain, coughing up blood from internal bleeding. The young man passed out one more time, this time a morbid vision haunted him.
"GAAAAAH!", the voice screamed in pain as he felt the pressure of the lance peirce his flesh and pin him to the wall. The young man's light blue hair was dyed red in his own blood as he coughed in pain. The screams of war echoed softly. He rest his hands on the lance that pinned him to his grave. "...I...won't die by my own lance..."
After hours he woke up and lay there in pain, until a dim light shone through the stone wall behind him. The wall behind him and the chains around him disintegrated. He turned around and what shone in Slain's eyes was a bright figure emitting a divine light, an angelic voice echoed in his head. The feminine voice commanded him to hold out his hand and let 'her' guide him to a haven. He felt the warmth of her hand press against his and lift him into air. He was soon engulfed in a holy light as he began to black out again. Slain once again had the vision of a young man's death.
The angelic voice began to echo in his head again.
"W-wake up, are...are you alright?", his eyes opened only to find her radient crystal blue eyes peering back at him. In spite of the pain he suffered he smiled at her.
"Well, good morning to me. I must be dead if I'm surrounded by angels..." He joked, yet was serious - he doubted he was alive.
"No silly, you're alive.", she giggled as she smiled back at him. She placed her hands by his shoulders lifting him up.
"Here, let me help you up, can you stand?", she asked. Slain nodded in response to her question, he felt as light as a feather as he felt her touch him. Slain smiled at her as her hands slid away from him. With the young maiden no longer touching him his body fell to the floor like a lead weight. The young man moaned in pain and laughed in amusement. He assured her that he was alright upon her her gasp of concern. He struggled to lift himself to his feet, he jumped up and down to prepare himself to move again. Every time his joints moved he felt a shock of extruciating pain jolt through his weary body. It had been weeks since he was last concious. He sat on the bed, participating in a small conversation with the young girl. Soon another figure entered the room, a peculiar figure for he too radiated with a divine glow. As did the young woman that stood by his side. The three of them all had the same radient glow, blue eyes and blonde hair. Slain felt an erie chill up his spine as they spoke, the echo of their voice made him uneasy...
"I see you're up, you have this young girl to thank for being alive. She brought you here just in time and watched over you the whole time.", the man spoke. He didn't sound too pleased about something. Slain glanced over to his young savior, they smiled at eachother. He was still uneasy about the whole situation he was in. The man desired the young girl to come with him outside the room. Shouting proceded as the door closed.
"How dare you bring 'his' kind here. You know how 'we' feel about 'them'! They don't belong here!"
"B-but he would have died! You didn't see the cruelty he suffered through!".
The rest of their arguement became barely audable. Slain closed his eyes, which burned as he gazed upon the bright white walls of the infirmiry he was placed in.
Hours later she entered the room to find him laying back on his bed with his eyes closed. Her voice lost some enthusiasm that it had before, but it still had the ability to bring a smile to his face.
"Y-you alright?", Slain questioned. She nodded and smiled back. Slain sighed and stood up.
"I-I should go, it's apparent I don't belong here... my name is Slain..." He smiled at her and began to walk to the door, he felt the warmth of her hand grasp his restraining him.
"I-I'm Lynn. Please don't go, it will be okay if you stay a little longer. Besides the docter won't let you leave the room if you wanted to."
"...And why is that?", Slain cocked his head to the side slightly curious as to why this was.
"I...I can't tell you why, he just won't let you.", she pulled him to his bed, kissing him on his cheek. He dropped his head, the old habbit of blushing and timidness around women returning to him. He fell back to his bed and smiled at her, his hands holding hers. She layed on top of him, her lips pressing against his. They soon kissed eachother with true passion and love. As her lips pressed against him he felt a force cause him to black out.
Slain's eyes opened and he sat up and began to exhale profusely. His hands violently shook as he questioned himself.
"Was...was it a dream?" Slain rose to his feet and grasped his sword that lay beside his bed. He strided towards the door, placing his hand upon it. He winced in pain as he felt the heat of the door burn through his body. Forcing his way through the door open and began to dash out through the halls.
As the radient beings glanced at him they screamed and gasped. A most bizarre events occured, white feathers filled the hallway. These beings that surrounded Slain could not be human. He breathed heavily as he continued to run down a seemingly endless hall. His steel blade dragged behind him, creating a trail of sparks. Slain's body began to feel heavy, as he began to lose vision he felt his body pass through the floor. His last sight was the land of Valdneil beneath the clouds.
Slain had found himself lying against a large rock placed in the middle of a desert. He peered to his side only to find the radient young girl peering back at him, with an innocent smile.
"Were you here the whole time?", he asked. She nodded and wrapped her arms around him. He sighed, her compassion was beginning to make him uneasy - yet it was the best thing for him. He simply smiled and held her back. Love and compassion had become a foriegn emotion to the boy, it was a sad sight. He sighed and kissed her on her cheek. This love had seemed so sudden to him. Was he simply hallucinating from the pain he had suffered? Hours had passed and they just lay there in eachother's arms. Soon they both entered a slumber - obviously exhausted.

[Akira Raine]

Awww you posted your story:)
With me and you in it!

[Blackjack87]

Do I come in at a later date? Just curious.

[Akira Raine]

LOL, he already had to add his friend Brian as Cyrel cuz he wanted in the story.


OMG I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA MAXX!! Instead of Cryel just getting action with an old guy he can action with Bj in the story! SO then Cryel and Bj's character can fall in love. Then brian will ask out Laura. Perfect plan!

[Blackjack87]

Oh boy. Pm me and tell me in detail.

[FinalDragoon]

o_O;; I wasn't going to post THAT chapter Akira - actually, I was going to delete it and retype it. ;p


Chapter 2: "Stop following me."


Slain opened his eyes to find Lynn's arms over around him. He sighed slightly and shook his head. With her still asleep he leaned his head back - not like he could move it anyway with her head on his shoulder. He gazed upon the midday sky, only to realize he should have passed out from dehydration in this hot weather. He looked at Lynn curiously, her eyes slowly opening. She smiled at him and giggled slightly. Slain smiled back as they both rised to their feet.
"The closest town is only a few miles south of here... We're in the middle of Mephaustid Desert.", Slain explained. Lynn nodded back and smiled as they began to walk. Slain felt uncomfortable, Lynn's arms were wrapped around his arm and she was leaning on him. What really seemed odd to him was as she touched him - he felt no strain of what should have been unbearable weather. In record time they arrived in the nature-happy town of Mehru. Slain sighed, it was the perfect time to arrive, a festival. He didn't take to kindly to the thought, but Lynn grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the festival.
"Come on, hurry up!"
"...What is this all about?! I don't even know your name Miss!", Slain shouted - trying to distract her from the festival. She stopped and giggled.
"Lynn.", she spoke cheerfully, draggin him again. Slain began to introduce himself but she quickly explained she already knew. He shrugged it off, asuming her had already told her.

Fireworks lit the evening sky, loud cheery music roared throughout the city. People danced and paraded through the city streets. Townsfolk left the taverns drunk with glee and stomachs filled with alcohol. Slain felt a strange chill up his spine as Lynn pulled him to the party. Something didn't feel right to him, an erie aura was about.
"Miss...Miss Lynn, I'm not comfortable here."
"Come on silly, try to enjoy yourself.", she replied, as cheerful as ever. Slain released a slight sigh of disapproval. He eventually caved in and danced with her, though he insisted he was a terrable dancer she simply laughed and told him he had more grace than she. Slain became even more uneasy as he cought sight of a small arrow fly by his neck, only inches away. As another one flew, Slain cought it, the tip brushing up against his neck. If he had not cought it - it would have been his death. In the flickering lights of the festival fireworks, Slain cought glimpse of his would-be assassin. Slain apologized to Lynn and ran off, dashing towards the cloaked figure with Lynn following closely behind. Slain's eyes fixated upon a cloaked figure, his steel sword slowly slid from it's ornate sheath. He strided over the the figure as his steel blade rose and pointed into the sky. The figure's eyes peered out beneath it's cloak, a pair of silver orbs in the shade of it's hood. Slain thrusted his sword forward, the blade digging into the ground beside the assassin - who had fallen as he attempted to flee. Lynn had shifted Slain's aim to the side so that he would slay the man. Slain let out a slight grunt to display his displeasure, the assassin's hood fell back revealing his white hair floating around. Slain slid the tip of his blade against the assassin's neck.
"Your name, worm?", Slain shouted, obviously angered by this man's attempt to take his life. Lynn sighed and placed her hand on Slain's shoulder.
"C-calm down Slain, please.", she whispered in his ear. Her voice had calmed him down. He stood straight and slid his sword back in it's sheath.
"I still want your name, but I won't take your life...", Slain said, looking at Lynn - slightly angered that she seemed so intent on letting the assassin live.
"I-I-I'm Cyrel, f-from the tribe of Selkie east of here.", Cyrel cried out for his life. To him Slain seemed like a madman. Slain shook his head and simply walked away. Leaving both Lynn and Cyrel. Lynn bowed to Cyrel and began to follow Slain once again.
"Miss Lynn? Why do you insist on following me?", Slain asked, for he never understood why she was there.
"Same reason I'm following her I suppose, I owe her my life.", Cyrel interrupted, his black cloak flailing in the breeze. Cyrel bowed to Lynn as Slain began to walk away again.
"This is just too much, leave me alone.... BOTH of you.", Slain responded to the two following him again. Lynn sighed and shook her head.
"You know that's a mean thing to say Ma....Slain.", she cried out.
"Wh-what did you almost call me?", Slain stared at her, his eyes quivering in fear. She shook her head violently to reassure him.
"N-nothing, I called you Slain. What else would I call you?", she smiled innocently at him. He simply shrugged it off and continued walking. Cyrel was dumbfounded by the current situation but had vowed to follow and protect Lynn for saving his life.

"Why is HE still following us!?", Slain shouted after waking up the next morning.
"Come on, why can't I kill him and just get it over with - he's an assassin.... want me to spell it out for you? He's payed to kill us...", Lynn just sighed and kissed him on his lips to calm him down. He continued to shout even though she kissed him, slowly but gradually he stopped shouting and kissed her back as he sunk into the passion of the kiss.
"Damnit...", he thought to himself. "How does she do that to me?"
She smiled and placed her finger on his lip to keep him silent after the kiss. Cyrel was watching the hole time....again, dumbfounded.

[FinalDragoon]

Chapter 3: "A bleeding soul."


The next evening Slain had another frightening vision of the young boy with the odd light blue hair.

"Damn you! How could you? You're sick! You simply kill just for the pleasure of it? Huh, Wraith?! Fine! Then I'll take your life!" The young man dashed at a dark and imposing figure, a sword dragging behind him that many would admire. The famed Dragon God Blade - 'Unryu'. The glowing blue blade cut upward, the figure was no longer there. He was now behind the young boy, something odd about his appearence. He looked exactly like the blue haired young man except his eyes had an erie yellow glow and his hair was a darker blue and stood upright.
"Well well young final dragoon.... YOU need to calm down Ma-"

Slain had woke up again, sitting upward as he held his head in pain. Upon hearing his moans and screams Lynn ran into the room to check on him. Cyrel quickly followed.
"You alright?", Cyrel questioned. His hands were resting on the handles of his daggers, this had made Slain uneasy. As Slain rose to his feet he placed his hand on his own weapon's handle. They glanced at eachother, the tention in the room was obvious. Lynn took quick notice of this and hugged Slain with a bright and cheerful smile on her face. This light-heartedness caused Slain to chuckle to himself almost blushing as he did so, Cyrel crossed his arms and giggled slightly.
"Well, should we get going?", Slain questioned.
"It's alright that we're coming?", Cyrel questioned, intrigued by Slain's change of heart.
"No, I just don't care anymore...", Slain responded as he walked out of the room, not even making an attempt to see if they were behind him.
"By the way Slain, where are you headed anyway.", Lynn questioned as Slain seemed to be in quite a hurry.
"Collecting my reward in the town of Nedia for those bandits I was hired to slay."
"Oh is that where I found you-", Slain interrupted Lynn before she could finish. He was making sure no one knew about the embarresment of his capture. They stopped and gazed upon the forest that stood between them and the town of Nedia.

"...", Cyrel grew aukwardly silent (Or less annoying in Slain's eyes) and let out a whimper as they started to enter the massive collection of trees. Though Slain noticed, he ignored it. The enclosed dying trees created a veil of darkness around the trio. Taking notice to Slain's hands tighten around his blade's handle, Lynn ran to his side, wrapping her hands around his to comfort him. He smiled slightly and tightly held her hand. Cyrel made another whimpering noise as the russling leaves was heard a few feet from the path. A quick ring was heard and Cyrel was seen staring down the origin of the noise with his daggers poised for attack. Slain turned around to look as well. A shadow like figure on four legs jumped out. Cryel backed up to examine his foe. It appeared to be a feline donning a velvety skin darker than night. The large feline's features were more bizarre and grotesque than a normal feline of it's calibur. Two, thick, large teeth protruded from it's lower jaw. It's feirce determined eyes gazed upon the white-haired assassin. The beast lunged at Cyrel, raising it's paw with abnormally large claws into the air. Thinking quickly, he crossed his daggers into an 'x' shape in front of his face, interlocking them with the beast's teeth. The beast's momentum caused Cyrel to slide back as he attempted to hold the beast off. Dirt and gravel built up behind him as he slid back, struggling to hold the cat in it's place. A confident chuckle echoed behing behind the feline, a familiar sword raised into the air. Just as the sword lowered another beast tackled the source of the blade.
"Slain!", a high pithed voice cried out. Cyrel continued to slide back, eventually feeling his heel hit the base of a tree. Thinking quickly, Cyrel placed the bottom of his foot on the tree and pushed himself upward. His daggers slid from the teeth of the beast, now spinning his small blades in his hand he thrust them downward peircing the thick hide of the beast as he landed on top of it. The shadow-like creature released a loud roar of pain which echoed throughout the forest. Cyrel no longer paid attention to his own foe, but gazed upon Slain combating the other beast. Slain dashed at his foe, jumping over it to dodge it's thrust of it's massive fangs. The other beast turned to chase Slain, bearing witniss to him run up the trunk of a tree, using it as a platform he acheived flight, spinning in air thrusting his sword down in an attempt to skewer the beast. Having the large black cat peirced by his sword, Slain carried it as he flew over it, flipping the beast over his back. As a result of Slain's movement, the large cat flew forward. As the beast hit a tree a massive sound was heard, issuing the confirmation of the cat's back having been broken. Cyrel felt teeth dig into his right leg, peircing his thin leather armor.
"U-ugh.", Cyrel grunted, pulling the blades from the cat's back and thrusting them, sliding them through the beast's skull. Cyrel jumped off as it fell to the ground.

"Couerls, correct?", Slain questioned. Lynn nodded to him as she tended to his wounds, almost overly worried about Slain. Slain gazed into her eyes, seeing what was sincere compassion and concern. He let out a sigh, and thanks her for caring to his wounds. She rushed over to Cyrel, who at this point, was bleeding profusely from his leg. She wrapped bandages around his leg and nodded to confirm that she was done. He laughed slightly and smiled. Neither warriors were used to compassion or anyone to tend to them.
"Let's continue, keep an eye out for anymore monsters like that.", Slain stated.
"I can't tell if it's night or day...", Cyrel sighed out. It sounded like he wanted to set up a camp. Taking notice to this Slain responded,
"We can't risk it, the monsters only get worse at night - the undead even appear."
"Y-y-you arn't serious... the undead? You mean like skeletons?", Cyrel cried out, even more uneasy than before. Slain nodded and began walking again, letting Lynn wrap her arms around his arm and lean on him. Hours had passed as they traveled, night had fallen.

noticing a slight change in the lighting of the thick forest, Slain noticed Cyrel's desire to set up a camp grow. He sighed and looked at Lynn and Cyrel as he spoke.
"I belive it's a good time to set up camp, who knows what's out there.", Slain glanced at Cyrel.
"Please, I was hoping you'd suggest it!", Cyrel lit up, encouraging the idea. Lynn giggled slightly. Cyrel ran off to collect wood as Slain built a firepit not too far from the path.
"THat was kind of you to set up camp for him.", Lynn smiled brightly at Slain as she spoke.
"What makes you think I'm doing this for him? I'm doing this because it's night and we need to keep up our strength, not because some assassin it to coward to continue.", Something in Slain's voice displayed that he was sheilding his true feelings. Lynn giggled at this. Soon Cyrel arrived, bundles of wood in his arms. Slain and Lynn rushed over to him to assist him in carrying the wood. They dropped the piles of wood next to the formation of stones that was the firepit. They set up their small tents and went to bed as a large fire lit up the night. As Slain was in a deep slumber he had a dreadful dream, his breathing became heavier. He shook his head to the side as he held it with his hands in pain.

"So, you're the 'final dragoon of Arlia' arn't you?" A young blonde man said. Across from him was the familiar blue haired young man.
"And what makes you think I'm a false legend?", he countered. His sword at his side, the tip of the blade pointed at the ground. This vision was blurry, the details unseeable. They jumped at eachother, their blades poised for attack.

[FinalDragoon]

Chapter 4: Recollection

Slain woke up once again, it had been an hour from when they had went to sleep. Slain stepped out from his tent, only to gaze upon Lynn who was staring into the blazing fire, thinking deeply about something. He sighed and walked up to her.
"You still up?", Slain asked.
"N-no, I just woke up as well.", she smiled at him. The shakiness in her voice told him otherwise.
"Hmm, in any case- you should go back to sleep. A lot has happened in the passed few days. Not many people could handle it.", Slain sighed. He shook his head slightly, he was tired himself.
"I-I'm fine, really.", she smiled and nodded in an attempt to reassure him. He shook his head and spoke again.
"Fine, well... I'm going out for a minute or two, I need to be alone. Like I said, we've been through a lot. And.....", Slain paused - the question he was about to ask made him uneasy.
"Y-you wouldn't happen to be a celestial now would you?"
She simply laughed, he senced the uneasiness in her voice.
"Aww, that's so cute of you to say!", She smiled and kissed him on his cheek.
"Stop it, I'm serious.", She sighed and began to kiss him passionatly. He took a step back breaking it up.
"Please, just answer my question... I know. I also know that you've been knocking me unconsious and soothing my anger, the first kiss was proof..."
"How do you know these things."
"Theres more to me than anyone does, or will know."
"I-I'm sorry.", she sighed - kissing him again. "But you know, I do have feelings for you. It's not simply angelic magic. . .Please don't tell Cyrel..."
Slain sighed and was about to speak, Lynn interrupted him and kissed him passionatly, they both layed back on the ground on top of Slain, he massaged her back gently still kissing her. He placed his hands on her front shoulders in an attempt to push her away. His eyes glazed over with tears. He quickly apologized and strided into the forest. He leaned against a tree and released a depressive sigh.
"D-damnit... what's happening to me... This isn't like me. W-we just met...", Slain shook his head.
"Besides, how I could I ever love... or be loved for that matter.", Slain had begun to go beserk with confusion. He rose up to his feet and held his head in pain. His eyes pulsated with his insanity. He dropped his arms and stood therr. He finally snapped. Slowly he began to walk in the direction of the town, Nedia.

By the next morning, Cyrel woke up to find Lynn cooking the Couerls they had slain from the day before. It was said, though Courel meat was hard to come across, it was a delecacy that not even the richest of kings would eat often. Coming across it was only half as difficult as cooking it correctly was. Lynn had managed this - if she were to cook for more people, she could be considered a legend.
"Have you seen Slain?" Cyrel questioned, having noticed him missing.
"Not since last night.", she shook her head. By the tone of her voice it was apparent she was worried.
"You don't think he went ahead do you?", she added.
"Might have, he's not the friendly type... I guess we should go on ahead as well.", Cyrel sighed out. She nodded reluctantly. The next thirty minutes were spent consuming the fearsome beasts that had once threatened the lives of Cyrel and Slain. Upon finishing their meals they glonced at eachother and collected their belongings from their camp. The tents were simply disposed of. The two let out a sigh, uneasy about leaving without their companion but still continued on their way to Nedia.

[Sharingan]

woh man i swear you got patience making this shizzle. id die IF I HAD TO WRITE THAT I HAVE NO PAITENCE AT ALL

[FinalDragoon]

I appreciate the compliment, more will come when I set foot on Floridian soil.

[Atem]

wow thats really goos nice work ^_^

[FinalDragoon]

Thank you very much Atem - feedback and compliments mean a lot to an author. I plan to go over it again after I finish it to make it better and more detailed.

[Everina]

You did awsome keep up the good work!

[FinalDragoon]

Chapter 5: The Emptiness

Slain had arrived in the town, attempting to recollect himself from the night before. He gazed upon a small town, no signs of many rich in wealth or health. He let out a sigh and continued along the small dirt paths that outlined the town. He stopped in front of a rather small hut, the roof was sturdier than it looked. He opened the door with a slight smiled.
"THey're dead, those bandits won't be bothering the trade routes, or those gaurds that were supposed to arrive to protect this city... Just... you'll still need to be careful. On my way here I got attacked by what was more than just common bandits and thugs."
An elderly man walked up to Slain and shook his hand.
"WEll, I guess I still owe you that reward."
"N-no, it's alright. I don't normally do any charity work so don't tell anyone. But I owe you more than that.", Slain smiled light-heartedly. With a laugh, the elderly man dug up what appeared to be a lance and forced Slain to take it.
"I only did what any decent human being would do, you were lying on the road half dead after you made your way to this village. Besides, this weapon was YOURS to begin with. I had assumed that from your memory loss that it was best not to let you have it right away."
"Heh.... I understand. But I doubt theres much of a past to remember anyway.", As Slain held the lance in his hand his eyes widened in fear. Disturbing images of bloodshed and war flashed in his head.
"Pl-please excuse me...", Slain had dashed out of the man's hut. Holding his head in fear.
"Th-this lance.... it's not mine.... It's the fabled 'Peregrine' used by the 'final dragoon' according to legend. This...can't...be.", Slain had mumbled to himself having fallen to his knees on the outskirts of town. Only being half-concious he screamed to himself until he passed out. Though in a slumber invoked by insanity and a deep pain, he clenched his lance so tightly that no one could pry the legendary spear from his hand.

The next morning, Lynn and Cyrel had arrived in Nedia. They looked at eachother before they began their search for the mercenary, Slain.
"Excuse me, Miss Lynn - I think I found something of interest.", Cyrel pointed at a bizzare marking on the ground, a small deep hole. The imprint of chainmail in front of the hole.
"THis looks like the formation of Slain's chainmail", she examined. Though wondering how she could memorize such trivia, he didn't question it. She pointed along the path explaining that Slain had gone that way. The two continued along the dirt path for hours. Upon the fall of night, a massive tower of darkness erected into the sky. The two heroes gazed upon it and began to run toward it.

They stood before the massive tower, markings of a sword were obvious, chunks of the black stone were gouged by a slender blade. Lynn examined a marking, only to find out it was left by Slain's onyx-carved sword. She nodded to Cyrel and the two scaled the tower, the tower was flooded with the undead. The angel and assassin scaled the 10 floors only to arrive in a room shrouded in darkness. A dark voice emitted from a throne carved of bone and composed of dark magic.
"So, you've come... You too will join me with the ranks of the undead Cyrel.", the figure laughed. His body hid behind a veil of shadow. Cyrel pulled out his daggers and clenched them tightly, preparing for the threat. The loud clinging of metal echoed throughout the room as a sword his the ground, the figure stepped forward dragging his sword.
"Sl-Slain?!", Lynn cried out, staring is disbelief at the warrior who's face was coated in blood and scars.
"Taste my blade - Eclipse!", Slain shouted lunging at Cyrel, his blade emitting pure darkness. Cyrel attempted to parry the dark blade only to find it peirce his armor and slide deep into his shoulder. Slain laughed, twisting his blade causing Cyrel to scream in pain.
"Oh the hatred the mind can conceive, the darkness in our hearts erupt, birthing the suffering and agony of others. Let this blade feed on the sadistic pleasures and the agonizing screams of it's victims! Eclipse, let darkness consume us!", Slain began to laugh once again, his pupils pure black. Shadow began to shine through Cyrel's flesh, a pillar of dark magic glowing through his body. He began to writher and scream in pain. Slain pulled out his sword out of the assassin, twisting it only to cause more pain. Cyrel limp, lifeless body hit the cold stone floor.
"Slain, stop!", Lynn cried out running to Slain only to tackle him.
"Wh-who do you think you are?!", he yelled at her. He attempted to pry his arm free from her grip so that he could peirce her too with his evil blade. She stared into his eyes, her's glowing a bright white countered the darkness his emitted. She leaned against him and kissed him gently. As she stopped he lifted herself up, keeping him pinned. Slain had begun to scream, his bone armor shattering into dust, and the darkness into his eyes fading. He sighed and shook his head at her before passing out.

"The darkness of his past had consumed him, but it would seem he was possesed by a pyrolight. An elderly man in a gray cloak had followed them up the tower.
"But pryolights can only possese those who's spirits are dying.", Lynn explained.
"Then his is.", the old man shook his head slowly.
"He must have died at one point in his life, or should be dead at least.", he finished his sentence. Lynn carried the two 'dead' bodies back to Nedia's inn.

The emptiness inside him had consumed Slain from within.

[FinalDragoon]

Chapter 6: Ressurection

Slain woke up only to see Lynn across the room playing with his lance, he shook his head and looked at her.
"Lynn, please stop touching my lance, it's not a toy.", he sighed. She simply smiled and set his lance down, rubbing her hand along it to feel the smooth handle of Slain's lance. She giggled as she layed next to him on his bed, wraping her arm around him. Though he blushed and was uneasy, he struggled to keep his composure.
"So...is Cyrel okay?", she nodded and laid next to Slain for the evening. It looked liek she wanted to cry.

The next morning Slain had woke up only to find Lynn laying next to him with her hands around him. He kissed her on her cheek and took in a deep breath, soon falling asleep again. Nearly an hour and a half later Slain awoke again, Lynn gone. He sat up straight and placed his hands on his head, moaning slightly. His head pulsated in pain. Slain slid his legs off the bed, glancing at his set of scalemail standing by the door of the room. He stood up and walked over to his armor, running his hand along the unclean equipment, but given twenty minutes he was now wearing this armor. Slain placed his hand on his lance and wrapped his fingers around it, picking it up. No later Lynn walked into the room, her eyes lighting up as she saw him. Lynn ran over to him and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him. He smiled and kissed her back.
"Ready to leave Lynn? Is Cyrel up?"
"Heh, he's fine - but up longer than you love.", she responded. Though it was contradicting his nature, Slain smiled at her and chuckled when she called him her 'love'. He nodded to her and together they stepped out of the room only to be greeted by a healthy fully recovered Cyrel.
"Good morning Slain.", Cyrel greeted him - kind to him even though he ended in the ill condition because of Slain. Slain chuckled and sighed before replying.
"Heh, good to see you're alright."
"I think it's time we head out Slain...", Cyrel noted. Eager to leave Nedia.
"Yeah, I'm not used to staying on one city so long."

The three of them traveled hours eastbound. A smoldering crater halted Slain and Cyrel for the only pathway through the thick foliage was destroyed. Almost as if it was instinct the three of them set up camp nearby the crater, making sure to give some distance back from it. The viel of night soon fell and the land was illuminated by the moon. It was a good few hours past midnight. Slain stood outside, contemplating once again about what's happening to him. He began to laugh at himself, unaware that Lynn stood watching him talk to him self aloud.

"I...I can't bear this. It's not intended for me to fall in love... I have to go. I refuse to believe she really cares for me, I have too. I can't be this way, I'm incapable of protecting her!"

Slain clenched his hands in fists and jumped over the massive crater, the green smoke that was emitted from it stuck to his armor, a burning sensation was felt throughout his body. He wasn't even out of visual distance of Lynn, who was beginning to tear up before a figure approached him. The figure was wrapped in cloaks and began a conversation the young mercenary. Lynn's sensitive ears could barely pick out the conversation. The words the cloaked enigma spoke echoed in her ears.

"Embrace, heritage, and become what the gods fear", those words frightened her. His voice had a slight drag with the 's' letter. Slain took a step back, it appeared as if he was uneasy or frightened but withing a flass of glyphs the two of them disappeared. Lynn gasped silently and went back to bed almost in tears. Cyrel murmured a bizzare incantation in his sleep,
"An infestation grows near..."

Chapter 7: The feigned innocence

Weeks had passed since Slain's disappearence, Cyrel and Lynn had spent the time in the small city of Persia, with their new aquantence named Kaze - a blood elf of the fallen Dylarian alliance.

[FinalDragoon]

Chapter 7: The feigned innocence

Weeks had passed since Slain's disappearence, Cyrel and Lynn had spent the time in the small city of Percia, with their new aquantence named Kaze - a blood elf of the fallen Dylarian alliance. His people had been abandoned once the undead attacked and destroyed his civilization of the once known High Elves. He was picked up in the city of Iritu'ortus while completing a quest for personal satisfaction. He had been threatened when Cyrel and Lynn saved him from a small group of thugs. He weilded two axes, whom he would not name. ONe had a slight blue glow to it and the other a red glow. His crismon armor was rath tight-fitted and showed quite a bit of skin on his upper body. He seemed lost before he traveled with Lynn and Cyrel. But in battle, the blood elf knew exactly what to do, he was as fierce as he was swift. Even if he did not know it, Lynn and Cyrel were on their search for the dragoon that had abandoned them for his forsaken heratige. While in the tavern of a small wilderness tavern, Kaze looked at Lynn and asked,
"Is something wrong? You've been very quiet ever since I met you? Cyrel told me you're not normally so sad. C-can I help?"
Lynn's eyes were glazed over with tears not yet fallen. She just shook her head, mouthed an apology and walked up the stairs of the inn to her room. Cyrel walked over to Kaze, witnissing the 'turndown' and with a chuckle whispered,
"Denied. Don't worry about it man, I guess her heart belongs elsewhere."
Kaze gave Cyrel a glare and walked to his own room, turning in for the night.

Meanwhile, the fallen hero Slain was kneeling before a statue of the mighty Tiamat in a large tower that had a rather creepy green light about. He sat there praying, chanting a frightening incantation that echoed throughout the 'temple' that scaled the sky. Slain began to remember things he wished he never knew, but it was told that this would be the price he'd pay for the strength of a fallen race. The cloaked figure soon approached, interrupting him.
"We recieved news of a task for you young Sairinryu.", the figure hissed. It was the enigmatic figure that had convinced Slain to embrace his dragonian blood. Slain stood up donning a new set of robed over his armor, he slowly turned to face the figure with a sick grin and stated,
"I'll only do as you tell me to if you indulge me of this information - what are you? I know you're not dragonian..."
"Draconic, a underling race of your kind."
Slain began to laugh slightly, thanking the draconic. He still had the sickeningly frightening grin on his face as he ran his hand through his hair, his hood falling over. This revealed a vaugue set of teal scales that were beginning to replace Slain's soft flesh. He began to walk by the enigmatic figure, grabbing his famed spear that rested on a rack by the entrance. Slain was almost outside of the temple before he halted to a command from the draconic figure.
"Wait! You do not wish to bring your new army with you?"

With that a small army of at least fifty draconic soldiers marched into the circular outdoor shrine from two doors, each weilding a sheild and a weapon of choice, many spears in the first line, swords in the rest and even axes weild by few. Slain looked at that small unit and chuckled.
"So I take it this isn't a small mission?", Slain continued laughing. The draconic adviser shook his head and pointed above the dragonian warlord. A small fleet of 30 drakyr flew about, yet another race of dragon-kin spawn. They were far more barbaric than any other of the races, but less cunning and intelligent. They had little to no armor protecting their scaleless green skin, most weilded curved blades or a bow.
"The naga will come by sea."
Those were the last words Slain heard before he began walking. to the fronto f his army along with the adviser.
"What is my mission?"
"To slay the Kindrel encampment southwest of here, they're taking the assault as we speak. THey have five hundred compared to our eighty. Only twenty naga will be coming, so it will be a difficult battle."
Slain gave a arrogant grin to the adviser and laughed,
"You're kidding right? I hardly need this army...", he turned to his ready army and screamed, "We march!"
Ignoring his so-called adviser he lead his small unit to the barren fumarolls. They stood on the highground, watching the five hundred dog-men. As soon as their kitsune scouts passed, the heavily armor draconians jumped down, crushing their fragile bones. The units behind the fox-men became startled, tembling with fear it took them a minute to recollect themselves before assaulting the few dragonians visable. A hyena-like general shouted, almost laughing.
"Hya-ha-ha-ha! Do not worry, these dragon-kin are known for their arrogance!
A rush of their units charged at the five dragonian templars, their armor defclecting the strongest of the kindrel's arrows. As a bow-gun wielding kobold took aim, he was soon cut down by the archery unit of the Drakyr, a wall of arrows was created halting the march toward the few templars that were seen, these drakyr were protected by more whom wielded nothing more than a wall sheild.

Meanwhile, the dragonian warlord wandered thirty miles east, approaching a village of Yashimone. He was instantly assaulted by the town gaurd. With little effort he cut them down and demanded to talk to the war-cheif. He proposed that these wolf-men assisted the dragon-kin during their plight with the Kindrel. He rashly denied and threatened the dragonian, saying they would not need his help in killing their pathetic races nor would they join forces with this half-breed. Slain laughed and grabbed his throat, crushing his neck, instantly killing him. He soon turned around to the army of the Yashimone's rockblade clan. They were on their knees, their loyalty belongs to the young warlord. With his usual sick and arrogant grin he led them to the rear flank of the Kindrel, who were now retrating to find their own ground to fight the dragonian's mighty army. They found themselves in open ground, only half of the army made it out of the thin valley's of the fumarolls before the yashimone assaulted. It became a slaughter, for the dragonians released their full assault in the opening. Slain stood before his victims, now approaching the general of the kindrel unit, gripping him by his large patch of fur on his chest.
"So, laughing boy - see what you asked for?"
The hyena man simply attempted to squirm away, a natural snickering released from him. Slain gripped his skull, crushing it he threw the lifeless body to the side.

Slain marched his army back to the tiamat tower, or 'temple'. The few naga that came returned to the sea and the yashimone returned to their outpost lacking an alpha. Slain ignored the celebration of his victory and placed his lance on it's rack and continued his praying to the statue of Tiamat, the evil dragon god. He looked at the draconian adviser whom once again interrupted him and requested a statue of Ershin errected.
"We can't do that, Ershin is one of the many that had your race destroyed. He's the god of judgement. He's a forgotten god and a forsaken god to us." Slain looks rather angry but ignored the adviser and continued his praying. He began to scream in pain, a large pair of wings sprouting from his back. His blood covered the marble floor behind him.

[FinalDragoon]

Chapter 8: The requiem of the heart

Back in the tavern, the new trio were preparing to leave, hearing rumors of the return of a demon. 'The dragon king's name echoed throught the tavern as the people grew uneasy.

"Hey, let's go take care of this 'dragon king' Kaze suggested."

"I...I actaully agree with that proposal." Cyrel mentioned. Out of fear that this so-called dragon king may be in fact Slain whom had embraced his dragonian heritage, she shook her head unsure of what they should do. With nearly twenty minutes of nagging from Cyrel and Kaze she eventually collapsed, convincing herself that he wasn't capable of earning such a title. The three made their way to the city of Eziul, though it was a trade city, it was famouse for it's militia. The three were out of place in a city of magic, a city of Yelks. The rumors of the dragon-king had spread like wildfire. The Yelks used words such as half-god and demon, they made him sound stronger than any creature could comprehend. It was almost as if the Yelks had viewed this new dragon-king as a god, almost admiring it. News stated that he was in the shrine of Tiamat beyond a caves gaurded by the drakyr, the barbarian dragon-kin.

Kaze was overly excited, this was his idea to prove himself as a warrior and a hero of the blood-elves. Lynn was sitting in the town square, resting on the stone wall of the glittering fountain, the water it spewed created a small rainbow. Cyrel had just finished purchasing knifes intended for ranged attacking when he approached her,
"Hey, you okay?"
She nodded, thought a falsity she did not feel like explaining to Cyrel that she feared this Dragon-King was indeed Slain. The words 'I'm fine' echoed in Cyrel's head, he felt it was the lie that it was. He chuckled to himself and went on his business, waiting at the gate like everyone agreed to before they had left the city. Kaze met up with them, a smug grin on his face. No one bothered to ask. He shifted his crimson mask, releasing his blond flowing hair that had got cought under it. The three of them began to travel, approaching the caves. THey had gotten fortunate, the entrance was ungaurded. They wasted no time and ran as far as they could. The whole cavern was ungaurded, only the lurking beasts and monsters created obstacles. The three had to run around a small unit of Drakyr, sucessfully they exited the tunnels.

They approached the tower, strangely it was ungaurded. Lynn looked up high on the tower, spotting a winged figure pacing back and forth.
"Is-is that Slain?" Lynn asked herself. Cyrel nodded, unsure himself.
"He will be..." Kaze muttered arrogantly, gripping the Fransisca and Krigsbeil in his hands. He was marching toward the tower on his own, preparing himself mentally. His axes glew with her determination. He assumed this was the one who had Lynn's heart, and he wanted it for himself. The familiar cloaked figure approached Slain. Lynn's eyes opened widely, she knew it was the one that had convinced Slain to become what he did.

"These are the ones you traveled with, corect? We could alwaysss sssend the militia on them."
Slain chuckled to himself, the laughter soon became meniacle.
"HAh, they're hardly worth it. I'll take care if it myself.", Slained grinned to himself as his advisor handed him his lance. Slain put his foot on the enge of his balcony and leaned forward, curious to who the stranger with the two axes was. He laughed at the elf's unaudable shouts. The dragonian lord pushed himself over the edge. His feet hit the ground after he sumbitted to a fifty foot freefall. Slain need not even brace himself after he hit the ground, he simply grinned and walked toward Kaze, pulling his lance into the air into both of his hands.

The wind had picked up, stormclouds roared and screamed as Slain approached the blood elf. Kaze backed up slowly, getting his footing and his twin axes ready. Lynn and Cyrel and begun running, too far to catch up to the duel. Slain lunged at Kaze, thrusting his lance forward. Kaze formed an 'x' with his axes, locking them with Slain's lance, preventing his lance from touching Kaze, but he was pushed back dramatically.
"Hah, that all you have?", Kaze shouted arrogantly. Slain simply grinned with confidence as his eyes glimmered in brighter hues. It was almost erie, he need not say a word to impose fear. A man becoming a god. His lance emitted a shockwave of energy, Kaze screamed as he lost his footing and was sent sliding across the barren ground. His crimson armor was beginning to crack. Slain laughed as Kaze forced himself to his feet in pain.
"Ah! H-h-how could it be... my armor?!", Kaze was dumbfounded, his armor was legendary. It was supposted to be indestructable. Slain simply chuckled and slowly strided toward Kaze, poising his lance. Ready to skewer the elf, ready to slay him, he stopped at the sound of an all too familiar voice. It was Lynn, she was crying for him to stop. Cyrel had begun running at Slain with his twin daggers, lunging that the dragon king, he too was blown away. The lance need not even touch the Selkie. Slain put his lance away and walked toward Lynn, obviously not in a friendly manner. He lifted his hand to strike her only to find her running into him, her arms around him and tears running from her eyes like two rivers cascading down her cheeks.

"Stop it, please Slain - stop it! Just stop it!" She screamed and pleaded, this made him uneasy.

[Videogamefreak44]

woohoo my character is starting to get tougher yay fo Cyrel stronger in character not physically though heh heh XD

"Cyrel walked over to Kaze, witnissing the 'turndown' and with a chuckle whispered,
Denied. Don't worry about it man, I guess her heart belongs elsewhere."

ha ha go Cyrel lol XD

[FinalDragoon]

"Stop it, please Slain - stop it! Just stop it!" She screamed and pleaded, this made him uneasy. He pried her hands from him and backed up. He looked frightened and confused. Only for a short period though. In a matter of seconds Slain shook his head vuilently, dispelling himself of his dumbfounded state. He pulled out a hilted sword and raised it into the air. He looked her straight into the eyes, a mistake he'd always regret. Seeing into the angel's beutiful crystal blue eyes humbled him and reminded him of who he was and who he had fallen in love with. He simply dropped the steel sword and screamed, backing away.

"G-Get away from me...", he was cut off and cut down. Kaze had not given up, his axes plunged into the dragon king's right shoulder pauldron. Slain's eyes flashed toward Kaze, his flesh hardening to scales, his hair slicked back and hardened as well. Kaze had pulled the trigger to his transformation, a mistake all would pay for. Slain brought his left arm back and punched Kaze, his frail elven body send meters away from the dragon king and the ground in that direction sunk down from the shockwave of power. Huge stones formed from the once hard earth rolled in the direction of Kaze's body. Slain pried the twin axes and hurled them to the ground, they sink deep into the hard soil. He took one last glance to Lynn, unable to look her in the eyes before he turned back to the tower and walked in that direction.

The three had left, Kaze in serious condition. His right left shoulder took the brute of the punch and had been nearly unusable. Lynn and Cyrel stood outside his room in the infirmiry of the city of Beolis. They could hear his moans and screams of pain from even outside the building. Lynn sighed.
"I wonder if he's okay...", she was worried.
"I think my dagger cracked. Damn it Slain."
"I don't theres a strong enough spell in the world that will heal the wounds."
"And my chestplate is a bit broken too."
"Hmm poor Kaze."
"Poor me.", Cyrel mumbled. "I have to replace these stupid daggers now, where am I going to find metal of this quality and a blacksmith of the equal calibur as Grega. This is wonderful, I don't even know if I can afford to replace all this broken equipment from that stupid Slain!"
"...", Lynn began to stare at him, a bit ashamed of his lack of care for Kaze's condition.
"What?! It is HIS fault for running up ahead. He tried to play hero and paid for it."
Lynn simply sighed, Cyrel was being difficult. He really didn't care though, hell he would have even kicked Kaze if Lynn had not been there to prevent him. He wasn't fond of the blood elf, to him Kaze sounded like he deserved special treatment because he was one of the last blood elfs. Besides, the blood elfs were once knows as high elves, one of the most arrogant and prideful of the elven races. They deserved what the punishment.

Cyrel looked at Lynn one last time and walked away, he would not share his views on the blood elf lest he be scolded for it. He entered the crafter's plaza - searching for a weapon as he complained to himself.
"Maybe she does have the hots for that damned elf. I don't think that I'd be worried about to this extent. It would simply be 'Oh look he broke a body part, let's move on.' Damn... damn it all."
He halted, across the plaza fountain was a woman with long black hair. He was in a trance, shewas staring back at him for a momnet too before he dashed off into the shadows. He dared not follow, he had business to attend to. He had to replace his armor and weapons temporarily until he could find a decent blacksmith. He headed back to Lynn and Kaze.

"My lord, why didn't you kill them?", the advisor hissed but recieved no answer to a rather angry Slain.
"It's that angel isn't it? You have interest in her do you not still? How many times do I have to tell you she doesn't love you. Woman tend to manipulate an lie. Do you not understand that? You have power and you will soon rule the planet which we walk on, she wants that. She wants you for what you have, please understand that."
Slain turned around, gripping his advisors throat tightly, his nails sinking into the throat. Slain was furious. The advisor attempted one last time to convince Slain.
"I...I only speak the truth." With that Slain threw him into the statue of Tiamat. It crumbled on top of him. Slain whispered to himself.
"You...won't speak of her like that...", he sighed. He walked to the balcony of his prayer room angrily. He placed his forarms on the black railing carved of onyx. Releasing a sigh he turned around to face his bloody 'assistant'. He felt guilty for doing that to him but the draconum was rather pleased at Slain's display of aggresion. He shook his head and stared forward into the distance, his eyes shimmered with emotion. His eyes fixated on part of the ground that was missing. He noticed Kaze's shimmering armor remains and chuckled to himself, unsure to be ashamed or proud of his actions. He stood up straight and crossed his arms, a rather arrogant pose, but that was what he had become. Arrogant, he was hauter and acted with aplomb. The rest of his time was spent unlocking his heritage and his inner angst and hatred. This was the key to his Dragonian blood. The was the key to divine strength.

"Is this right" He constantly asked himself.

Chapter 9:

[Videogamefreak44]

XD its really good so far Maxx. . .heh Cyrel dosent care for Kaze one bit i see XD and he needs new dagger's and a chestplate correct? XD hmm who that women with the long black hair is as well XD its so suspensful which is a good thing come one Maxx keep at it as i said before its good so far heh not even good great!!!

[FinalDragoon]

Chapter 9: Sin
Kaze had finally been healed after weeks of intence treatment. He jumped to his feet, he had only been well for three days.
"Shall we go back and teach him a lesson.", Kaze shouted. Cyrel laughed to himself in his head and encouraged Kaze.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're strong enough to take him. Let's go!", Kaze and Lynn both gave Cyrel a dirty look. Lynn crossed her arms and sighed at him while Kaze glared at him, catching on to the sarcasm. Cyrel's voice was ebuillent.
"I-I'm serious. Now that you're healed we can. Just let me go find a blacksmith who can create me a decent weapon and an enchanter and we'll be set.", The two glared Cyrel down even more.
"...Or not." He sighed and left the inn, taking a stroll around the town. Kaze had been sent to the city of Niebel for their higher medical research and magical studies. He had begun to wander like before. And like before he spotted the familiar black haired girl, he began to walk towards her but she noticed him and dissapeared. It felt strange, he grew curious of this girl. She wore bracers and had a long black bow on her back. He also had a dark colored armor to match her dark hair and bow. At her waist where what looked like two Katars, but from the distance it was difficult to tell, they didn't even look complete, but half a katar for each, a small black rod stuck out from them. He figured there was no use wondering and placed his hands on his sides and he released a slight exhale of breath. He glanced to the sides, paranoid of someone showing up but at the same time aware of the merchants he were looking for. His eyes lit up and he ran for a small building that no one would really notice out of all the others. He burst through the door yelling.
"Grega! I can't believe you're still here ya old coot!"
"He died. Years ago." A middle-aged elf approached Cyrel, his voice sounded like he just became depressed.
"Y-you...you're not serious?", Cyrel was dumbfounded and almost depressed on his own. "I'm sorry."
"I'm his only son. Garacuas Duin. Please to meet your aquantance. I suppose you're here to get weapons and armor forged? I'll get to them right away. My father spoke highly of you."
"Did he really? He was a dear friend. Shame that such an incredibly talented man had to pass."
At the time, they were already in the forge. Garacuas had his gloves on and a sheet of damascus in the forge fire.
"Father boasted of his daggers he made for you, and of you. He said that those were the finest peieces of his work. He used to tell me storied you told him when I was a youth. I guess I admire you, how could I not? After hearing stories that seemed out of this world made me almost wish I could do what you do." The young Garacuas looked at Cyrel, his expression hid by the weldin mask used to prevent burns from the forge. The young blacksmith set the tongs and pair of daggers down into the forge before taking a step back and holding his hands together. His voice echoed as he murmered something in archiac toungue. A flame was conjured between his hands and the flame traveled much like a serpent, entering the forge it curled around the sheet that would be Cyrel's daggers. He now yelled, "Istheos!" The tail of the serpentine flame hit the forge in full force, the room intself shook and the mettle of Cyrel's blades would be tested. The room lit up from the flame, cyrel raised his arms to protect his eyes and face from the light. As soon as the light subsided Cyrel slowly lowered his arms and stared curiously at the forge. Garacuas Duin had already begun working on his blades once again, using a strangely shaped wand to form it's shape. The trail of flames still circled the blades, giving them a red glow. Garacuas then stepped back and placed his hands together as if he was praying, "Insidium fatalli. Let destiny be forged by this man's blades!". He then lifted his right arm into the air and the forge was ungulfed in a spray of lights. A grin was hid behind the mask. Though the young blacksmith would not dare say it, he was confident he may have outdone his father, Grega Duin. Hours later, the blades where finally forged. Each dagger had an elaborate hilt, carved with runes and charms to enchance the blades and their weilder in the heat of battle. Garacuas filled with pride as he handed the two daggers to Cyrel, his greatest accomplishement used by a warrior whom his father boasted about. Cyrel bowed and smiled, filled with gratefulness, Cyrel gently attached the sheathed blades on his waist soon after getting used to their grip and weight. Cyrel bowed and began to pull out his money pouch, only to have Garacuas force him not to.
"I can't take your money for that art."
"Th-thank you..."
"Come back tomorrow, your armor will be complete by then."
Cyrel nodded and bowed, as he left the Duin Forge, he could hear the preparations being made for his soon to be armor.

Cyrel stepped up to a conversing Lynn and Kaze, they both looked at him as he arrived.
"New weapons I see, will they hold up against Slain?", Lynn question.
"They look nice, nothing compared to my axes though.", Kaze boasted arrogantly.
"So says the stupid elf who got knocked down in record time by the dragon-king he was SO confident he would defeat."
Kaze was furious, "WHAT WAS THAT?!"
"You're hardly worth my breath. You can't even compete with him over women. Give up, or better yet, die just like the rest of your pathetic race couldn't even d that right."
Kaze clenched his fists and whispered to himself before pulling the Kreigsbeil and Fransisca out. He lunged at Cyrel only to find both of his axes locked up with only one of Cyrel's daggers, his other hand behind the assassin's back. Kaze grew more angry and a grin curled on Cyrel's lips. Cyrel parried Kaze's axes, sending the blood elf stumbling across the ground in front of the camp. Kaze looked up to see no Cyrel, instead he was behind Kaze, one dagger pressed against the blood elf's throat and the other pushing into his side. Cyrel began to push both blades into the blood elf until Lynn grabbed him and pulled him away. Lynn raised her right and and threw it through the air, a loud clap echoed as her hand connected to his bare cheek. He sighed, looked at her and walked away.

Slain meanwhile was amidst a war, those that had once followed him, questioned him. The destruction of the shrine of Tiamat and his request for a shrine of Ershin brought questions among the dragon-kin. He was labeled a false god, a false hero of the dragon kind. Many mocked him and said he was a pathetic half-breed who filled them with lies in hopes to cover up his pathetic heritage. They even doubted that he was half dragonian, claiming his words as falcities. He was told that and began to laugh mockingly and insanely, his advisor backed away. Slain turned around, his human flesh cast away and replaced with dragonian scales, harder than adamantian. His hand gripped his sword tightly and he walkd out of his room, into the busy hidden city among the mountains. He stepped on a pedestal and began to shout.
"To any of you who doubt me for who I am, come down here. Challange me, I'm sure a real dragon-kin can defeat me. I'm sure that if you're confident that I'm a fake, you're confident you can slay me in battle."
With that, a small group of dragon-kin stepped forward.
"All at once."
They all ran towards Slain, their weapons of choice poised. Slain's muscles bulged and his eyes lit up as he raised his head with arrogance. A grin of disturbing confidence and corruptness curled on his lips. His hand emitted a searing light causing those that would stand against him burn and stall. Slain grabbed once's spear and skewered another, he then pried the spear from the drakyr's hands and forced the wooden side through it's chest. Placing his hand on the handle of the spear, they both were cought in flames. He kicked the burning bodies linked by a peice of wood forward into a large group, they all insinerated. His right hand grasped a draconum and he began to turn around gaining momentum he used the body to knock many foes down, eventually twisting his wrist, a headless body flew across the busy city becoming embedded into a stone wall. Slain looked at the others, whom had stopped fighting with his loyalists to see his accomplishment. He held the head up high and crushed it with his bare claws. He simply whispered something, his words echoing in the heads of many.
"The same fate awaited others who doubt me."
Everything stopped as he walked away into his realm, his cloak trailing behind made more noise than the civilation behind him. They where dumbfounded. Slain found his adviser polishing his diodem, he stopped and slowly lifed his head to face Slain. His eyes opened wide in fear as the teal claw approached the advisor's throat. He winced in pain as Slain tightly gripped the advisor's scaly neck, squeezing tightly. Slain's face contorted with anger.
"I know it was you, I know you're the one starting these rebellions."
"It-it was a test! To make you stronger, I..I wanted to see how you'd be able to react.", the advisor gasped for air.
"Then I'll show you how well I can handle it, I'll cut it off from the source."
Slain lifted his other hand, his claws extended. He began to strike but stopped himself.
"Oh, and this is mostly for filling my head with lies about Lynn. I won't deny my emotions anymore.", with that Slain yelled and plunged his hand through the advisor's neck. Blood painted the stone floor around them, the advisor's eyes pulsed with fear soon pulsed with blood. Slain grinned in satisfaction as he threw his advisor's body across the floor, impaling him on Tiamat's horns. Slain stared at his advisor's dead body, noticing the fear filled eyes immortilized.
"They were right when they called me a sin against the gods.", Slain murmured angrily.

[Blackjack87]

I'm waaiiiting.

It's one hell of a killer.

[FinalDragoon]

You're actually keeping up with it? Glad someone is.

[Blackjack87]

I'm the only one that's keeping up with it?
It's really good, Killer good. Can I whoop Cryel?

[FinalDragoon]

Can I whoop Cryel?

No because everyone else does! Minus Kaze. :p

[Videogamefreak44]

he im keeping up with it as well. ..its good so far reaaaaallll good!!!!and why does Cyrel get "whooped" by everyone except by Kaze??

[FinalDragoon]

I was kidding Brian, I said that to get your attention. You reactions amuse me.

[Videogamefreak44]

ahh i see

[Blackjack87]

I was about to say...
Can i still whoop 'im? PLEASE?? I wanna be in a ficcy!

[FinalDragoon]

If you can give me a character and description I can add you. XD

[Blackjack87]

YAY!
She can teach Cryel his place and keep him there. I'll get her information to you tomorrow.

[Videogamefreak44]

YAY!
She can teach Cryel his place and keep him there. I'll get her information to you tomorrow.
what are you gonna do to Cyrel >.>
he has to help get Slain back to normal

[FinalDragoon]

Slain kills them all. The End.

[Videogamefreak44]

*claps* that was fabulous lol XD

[Savage]

Dude, I spent so much time reading this story. Lol. Thanks Max. xDD

[Blackjack87]

Well, just take Cleo's information from the FEAR roleplay and use that, you can modify that if you like, to help to do whatever it is you need to be done to help return Slain to normal.

[Savage]

Hey, are you going to write some more? I really enjoyed reading it.

[FinalDragoon]

Hey, are you going to write some more? I really enjoyed reading it.


I will when I get back from my holiday vacation.

[Blackjack87]

you're back, so start writin'.

[Videogamefreak44]

i think he means when he gets back from IL

[Blackjack87]

:sideways: oh.

[zabuza0]

dude have patience.....

[Videogamefreak44]

yeah. .. just wait good stories take time

[Akira Raine]

well maxx is back now, he probably will start his story up again. And i've been keeping up with it too!! ^_^ I like it A LOT!! I can't wait to read more either.

[Videogamefreak44]

well maxx is back now, he probably will start his story up again. And i've been keeping up with it too!! ^_^ I like it A LOT!! I can't wait to read more either.

yeah same here

[Blackjack87]

Akira! You're Back! Yay!!!

[FinalDragoon]

You won't see more in a while, not until I get a new computer and recover my harddrive.


But hey, here's a preview of some drama I've been thinking up.




....Kaze hit the ground, rolling along the dirt and stone. Thinking quickly he pushed himself to his feet again midroll. He look at the dragoon, his eyes quivering in fear. This man that stood before him couldn't possibly be human, he was something more. A god perhaps? Kaze slowly backed away, trying to regain his confidence he tightly gripped his swin axes.

"Kriegbeil...Fransisca, this might be it. I think we're outpowered."

Slain simply laughed, spinning his new lance forged of Oricalchum. It gleamed brightly as it rotated among the dragoon's dexterious hands. He continued to hold his disturbingly confident grin. He jumped upward, falling downward upon Kaze, his lance skewered the elf. Pinning him to the ground as he was forced on his back once again. Kaze's eyes stood upen, his fear of the dragoon immortalized in his elven eyes. Lynn ran up to Slain as soon has he placed his lance on his back. She yelled and cried at him, but he simply ignored her. Staring down upon his prey with a demented satisfaction. He reached across his chest with his right arm and unsheathed a strange, dark crimson blade. Within seconds it was poised at Lynn's throat. Her eyes opened widely and she became mute. Resisting temptation for another slaughter, Slain gazed upon her for a few seconds. His eyes reddened with a strong feeling of hatred and angst. He let out a growl and simply stared at her. Slain had expelled any human left in him......

[Blackjack87]

You had better not kill off Lynn! If you do, We'll never forgive you!

In retrospect, it's pretty good.

[FinalDragoon]

Slain kills them all. The End.


I rest my case. I don't NEED to be forgiven. =P

[Akira Raine]

yeah seriously!! If Lynn dies i'm gonna kill you!! I don't wanna die!!!!

[FinalDragoon]

*Sigh* None of you catch the irony of labeling the insane angry man "inhuman"....

[Blackjack87]

yeah seriously!! If Lynn dies i'm gonna kill you!! I don't wanna die!!!!

If Lynn dies, we'll make sure to write a spinoff where Lynn gets her revenge on whomever kills her, you included. Don't matter if you're human or some alien from Mars.

[Akira Raine]

yeah we'll soooo do it! You better watch out for us!

[Videogamefreak44]

nice work!
you need a new computer though

[FinalDragoon]

*Bump, sorry*

Okay, now that I have a "new" computer (At least it works) I'm going to continue working on the story.

Once I get my muse back, I think I'm going to take it on a much darker path.

[Blackjack87]

Uh-oh, I think we're in trouble.

[Akira Raine]

Noooo no dark path!! Please can't it be a good happy path?

[FinalDragoon]

Noooo no dark path!! Please can't it be a good happy path?


That's not as fun though. I promise it won't be a depressing ending though.

Slain just dies.

[Akira Raine]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S TOTALLY DEPRESSING!! Ok it CAN be a very dark path, just make sure in the end that Slain and Lynn end up togther. Kill Cyrel or something. Just let Lynn and Slain together!! (cuz it represents me and you)

[Videogamefreak44]

wow, how did I know someone was gonna say "let Cyrel die". . .why not let kaze die or something. . .

[FinalDragoon]

Who's story is it?

>_>;;

[Videogamefreak44]

Yours

[FinalDragoon]

Exactly, shut up.

[Videogamefreak44]

but I dident really say anything I just said I knew someone was gonna say to kill off Cyrel,I dident say for you to write anything, except a while ago when i asked if you can add in Cyrel

[Gondrith]

You know Maxx... I do remember a certain other being fighting side by side with you. I understand it's your story... but I do believe I was there as well...