Dragons of Destiny
Originally written by Derek Ambrose
Rewritten and revised by Jeston Dulin
Rating: PG-13 for violence, language, and anything else that
might come up
Keep in mind that this is my first fanfic, so give me some slack
if I make any mistakes.
Characters:
Duraku-A small plump man with untameable light brown hair.
Two short swords that were sheathed on the sides of his waist.
By his face and size you would think him to be a mere child, and
his fighting abilities would say that too. The only real reason he's
in this story in the first place is because one of the authors
(Jeston, the better of the two. You should have seen what this
story looked like at first. The paragraphs weren't even separated
and every other word was misspelled!) needed to insert himself
into the story through a character somehow. In the original version
of the story, his name was Jestino. But I've added a character flaw
that wasn't in the original version! Every time he's called a bastard,
he goes berserk because he never knew his father, and the insult
"really hits home".
Silvermoon-Average the size of a human female. She carried one
sword that hung from her right side. She had a bow and a quiver-full
of arrows that both hung from her back. You can tell by the way she
walks, talks and uses her weapons that she is an elf wannabe. She
only speaks with Slider and is very timid towards others.
Slider-An elven male with light hair that was cut short. He wore a
hooded cloak which hid his face from view and his long slender elven
ears. He was very skilled in almost every known fighting style, yet
he only carried a bow, quiver, one sword, three daggers and one
really wierd looking staff (pshya, only...). You may look at him as
the embodiment of the original writer of this story, Derek Ambrose.
Dakotar- Assasin for hire. A male human with brown hair down to his
mid-back and eight throwing knives around his waist. His beard, gruff
voice, gruff personality, and size cause many to mistake him for a
dwarf. He is a good fighter, specializing in knife-throwing.
Veral- The wife of Dakotar. She has hair the color of pure white, and
many weapons hidden within her mystical "Cloak of Light". If their are
any Ranma 1/2 fans out there, imagine her as a female form of Mousse
with white hair and without the need for glasses.
The Jéno Kétran- What one may call "the villan of the story". He owns
a massive castle known as the "Kijin Fortress" in the valley of Lavon.
PROLOGUE
One day far into the future, on the planet of Guranda, where
no one person is sure of the date. Many guess it is 5,000 years after
"Pluton". Others say it is but 3,000 years after "Pluton". But for
convenience's sake we'll say it's 4,000 years after "Pluton". Pluton was
the great crisis in which the universe was destroyed by a war involving
the great gods Avage and Dor Coratu. It was then rebuilt by the mighty
one only known as Jack.
The trio of travellers (Slider, Silvermoon, and Duraku) were
sitting in a tavern in the village of Geronad, one of the many settlements
of Guranda. Geronad was famous for having the greatest brewery on the
continent. They where all sitting near the large fireplace at the south end
of the tavern, when their former companions, Dakotar and Veral walk in
and sit at the table next to them, not even saying a word.
Duraku, being the naturally curious guy that he is, asked the
couple nicely, "Pardon me, but do I know you two?"
"I don't think so, ya freaky little bastard," Dakotar growled,
"Now go back to the hole ya crawled from."
Now, don't get me wrong, Duraku was a pretty nice guy (if a
little annoying) and it was hard to get him angry, but whenever someone
calls him bastard, he simply goes berserk. The reason for this is that he
never knew his father, so, technically he is a bastard, but he doesn't want
anyone to know that. So he drew one of his short swords and put to up
Dakotar's throat.
"Now, now, now. What're ya gonna do with that li'l toothpick?"
Smirked the ever-arrogant Dakotar.
"What do you think I'm going to do with this 'little toothpick'?!"
ranted Duraku, "Why, I'm gonna slit your freakin thr-" but he was cut
off when Dakotar reached into Veral's "Cloak of Light"and pulled out
an enormous sword and was almost even to big for even Dakotar to hold,
and he was pretty strong.
Duraku's eyes widened in terror as stared at the huge sword
"Um, like I was saying," he gulped, "I'm going to put this 'toothpick' right
back where it belongs and I'm never going to bother you ever again." he
said smiling politely as he sheathed the small sword and walked away
very slowly (as one walks away from a wild animal as to not draw its
attention with any sudden movements).
Both Dakotar and Veral laughed in Duraku's face. Slider, drawn
by the noise walked over to the table with the grace that can only come
from an elf.
"What in the name of Jack are you doing here, Duraku. What
have I told you about bothering people you don't know. This is a dangerous
place. They could really hurt you." said Slider as one would say to a child.
Duraku would have glared at Slider but he was to busy sulking.
"Keep yer rodents out o' my sight, elf. They could really get hurt
'round me. After all, I'm sure ya heard 'a me. I'm the great an' famous
assasin fer hire, Dakotar The Great!" Said Dakotar proudly, while striking the
stupidest looking pose imaginable as fanfares played in the background.
Slider raised an eyebrow as his other companion, Silvermoon
walked up to him. She tapped Slider on the shoulder and whispered into
his ear. Suddenly, it hit him.
"I thought I knew you from someplace." he said "Your Dakotar,
my old friend!"
"Wha?! I don't know you.... Waitaminute.... Yer name isn't....
Slider, is it?" at Slider's nod, an enormous grin spread across Dakotar's
face. "Ah was wonderin' when I'd run into you! It's been years!"
"Yes it has. But it can't be you... How could you have escaped
from the Kijin Fortress?" said Slider.
"The Jéno Kétran let go 'a me 'cause I was no use fer 'im. 'E was
just usin' me as bait fer you guys. But ya never came so 'e let me go..."
Dakotar trailed off it. It was obvious to all those there that he was leaving
out signifigant parts to the story.
"Come with me, Dakotar I must discuss something with you,"
motioned Slider, "in private." he finished when he noticed Duraku trying
to follow.
"Veral, if I'm not back in three Sun Cycles, send a search party,
'kay, dear?" said Dakotar with sincerity in his voice.
Veral nodded grimly as she was quite aware that she might
actually have to send a search party. Slider and Dakotar then proceeded
to leave the tavern.
Originally written by Derek Ambrose
Rewritten and revised by Jeston Dulin
Rating: PG-13 for violence, language, and anything else that
might come up
Keep in mind that this is my first fanfic, so give me some slack
if I make any mistakes.
Characters:
Duraku-A small plump man with untameable light brown hair.
Two short swords that were sheathed on the sides of his waist.
By his face and size you would think him to be a mere child, and
his fighting abilities would say that too. The only real reason he's
in this story in the first place is because one of the authors
(Jeston, the better of the two. You should have seen what this
story looked like at first. The paragraphs weren't even separated
and every other word was misspelled!) needed to insert himself
into the story through a character somehow. In the original version
of the story, his name was Jestino. But I've added a character flaw
that wasn't in the original version! Every time he's called a bastard,
he goes berserk because he never knew his father, and the insult
"really hits home".
Silvermoon-Average the size of a human female. She carried one
sword that hung from her right side. She had a bow and a quiver-full
of arrows that both hung from her back. You can tell by the way she
walks, talks and uses her weapons that she is an elf wannabe. She
only speaks with Slider and is very timid towards others.
Slider-An elven male with light hair that was cut short. He wore a
hooded cloak which hid his face from view and his long slender elven
ears. He was very skilled in almost every known fighting style, yet
he only carried a bow, quiver, one sword, three daggers and one
really wierd looking staff (pshya, only...). You may look at him as
the embodiment of the original writer of this story, Derek Ambrose.
Dakotar- Assasin for hire. A male human with brown hair down to his
mid-back and eight throwing knives around his waist. His beard, gruff
voice, gruff personality, and size cause many to mistake him for a
dwarf. He is a good fighter, specializing in knife-throwing.
Veral- The wife of Dakotar. She has hair the color of pure white, and
many weapons hidden within her mystical "Cloak of Light". If their are
any Ranma 1/2 fans out there, imagine her as a female form of Mousse
with white hair and without the need for glasses.
The Jéno Kétran- What one may call "the villan of the story". He owns
a massive castle known as the "Kijin Fortress" in the valley of Lavon.
PROLOGUE
One day far into the future, on the planet of Guranda, where
no one person is sure of the date. Many guess it is 5,000 years after
"Pluton". Others say it is but 3,000 years after "Pluton". But for
convenience's sake we'll say it's 4,000 years after "Pluton". Pluton was
the great crisis in which the universe was destroyed by a war involving
the great gods Avage and Dor Coratu. It was then rebuilt by the mighty
one only known as Jack.
The trio of travellers (Slider, Silvermoon, and Duraku) were
sitting in a tavern in the village of Geronad, one of the many settlements
of Guranda. Geronad was famous for having the greatest brewery on the
continent. They where all sitting near the large fireplace at the south end
of the tavern, when their former companions, Dakotar and Veral walk in
and sit at the table next to them, not even saying a word.
Duraku, being the naturally curious guy that he is, asked the
couple nicely, "Pardon me, but do I know you two?"
"I don't think so, ya freaky little bastard," Dakotar growled,
"Now go back to the hole ya crawled from."
Now, don't get me wrong, Duraku was a pretty nice guy (if a
little annoying) and it was hard to get him angry, but whenever someone
calls him bastard, he simply goes berserk. The reason for this is that he
never knew his father, so, technically he is a bastard, but he doesn't want
anyone to know that. So he drew one of his short swords and put to up
Dakotar's throat.
"Now, now, now. What're ya gonna do with that li'l toothpick?"
Smirked the ever-arrogant Dakotar.
"What do you think I'm going to do with this 'little toothpick'?!"
ranted Duraku, "Why, I'm gonna slit your freakin thr-" but he was cut
off when Dakotar reached into Veral's "Cloak of Light"and pulled out
an enormous sword and was almost even to big for even Dakotar to hold,
and he was pretty strong.
Duraku's eyes widened in terror as stared at the huge sword
"Um, like I was saying," he gulped, "I'm going to put this 'toothpick' right
back where it belongs and I'm never going to bother you ever again." he
said smiling politely as he sheathed the small sword and walked away
very slowly (as one walks away from a wild animal as to not draw its
attention with any sudden movements).
Both Dakotar and Veral laughed in Duraku's face. Slider, drawn
by the noise walked over to the table with the grace that can only come
from an elf.
"What in the name of Jack are you doing here, Duraku. What
have I told you about bothering people you don't know. This is a dangerous
place. They could really hurt you." said Slider as one would say to a child.
Duraku would have glared at Slider but he was to busy sulking.
"Keep yer rodents out o' my sight, elf. They could really get hurt
'round me. After all, I'm sure ya heard 'a me. I'm the great an' famous
assasin fer hire, Dakotar The Great!" Said Dakotar proudly, while striking the
stupidest looking pose imaginable as fanfares played in the background.
Slider raised an eyebrow as his other companion, Silvermoon
walked up to him. She tapped Slider on the shoulder and whispered into
his ear. Suddenly, it hit him.
"I thought I knew you from someplace." he said "Your Dakotar,
my old friend!"
"Wha?! I don't know you.... Waitaminute.... Yer name isn't....
Slider, is it?" at Slider's nod, an enormous grin spread across Dakotar's
face. "Ah was wonderin' when I'd run into you! It's been years!"
"Yes it has. But it can't be you... How could you have escaped
from the Kijin Fortress?" said Slider.
"The Jéno Kétran let go 'a me 'cause I was no use fer 'im. 'E was
just usin' me as bait fer you guys. But ya never came so 'e let me go..."
Dakotar trailed off it. It was obvious to all those there that he was leaving
out signifigant parts to the story.
"Come with me, Dakotar I must discuss something with you,"
motioned Slider, "in private." he finished when he noticed Duraku trying
to follow.
"Veral, if I'm not back in three Sun Cycles, send a search party,
'kay, dear?" said Dakotar with sincerity in his voice.
Veral nodded grimly as she was quite aware that she might
actually have to send a search party. Slider and Dakotar then proceeded
to leave the tavern.