The War Between Wizards and Warriors
By: KaKaVegeGurl
Author's Note:
First ever Maple Story fanfic. But this should be fun.
Fer those of you new to me, hello! I hope you enjoy the fanfic. And fer my oldies, welcome to the next fanfic! Enjoy it guys!
So everyone; old and new, have a nice steaming cup of yaoi!
KaKaVegeGurl
Side Notes:
"..." Normal Chat
'...' Whispering
Chapter 1: Intelligent Conversation with a Warrior
'I'm not complaining, Coen. I just think they don't give enough exp then they're worth.' Amariahl pushed back her soft blond bangs as she sharpened her Scorpio.
'Well if you don't like Copper Drakes, then go fight some Fire. Get me some Steelies!'
The Spearman smiled as her friend's voice echoed in her ear, 'No, I get my ass handed to me in a doggy bag every time I go to Fire Drakes.'
'Really? I think they're pretty easy.'
She paused for a moment and looked around, 'Well that's just because you're like two levels higher then I am.' Pulling her hand away from her mouth she stood up and brushed the dust from her cape, 'One second, Coen. They're re-spawning, I think.'
'Okay. Ooo, I see some Steelies over there!'
The dark skinned Spearman pulled up her Bone Helmet from the ground and placed it on her head. She moved forward hesitantly and smiled, readying her Scorpio for another round of Drake Slaying.
Whipping back her cape she jumped forward as a rushing mob of the blue dragon-like creatures made there way for her. She pulled back her Pole-Arm with ease and brought it forward with bone crushing speed. In a flash of silver and red the Drakes collapsed to the ground.
She smiled victoriously and walked back over to the rock she had been sitting on, 'I wish they would make these things a little more wise, they're not that smart.'
'Of course not. They're Dinosaurs. Hey what percent are you now?'
'Like Sixty-Seven percent.' Amariahl lifted up what appeared to be a large clock, 'Yeh, we've got about twenty minutes for the next batch.'
She dropped off her helmet and cape and stretched before taking Scorpio in arm again and began sharpening it once more.
'You been out there a while. Getting short on pots?'
Amariahl nodded to herself and checked her bag, 'A bit. I've got like Thirty unagis left. Looks like I'll have to run back to Perion today.'
"Excuse me, but do you have a Return Scroll?"
Amariahl looked up, raising a brow and sighed. "Yeah, what's it to you?"
The blond Cleric standing before her smiled, his hands resting on his waist as his Red Starlight robes bellowed in the wind, "Well there's some noobie level thirteen back there, taking a beating on Wild Boars and he's stuck on a rope; so I was looking for some help. You think you can spare one?"
'One second Coen, Mage disruption.'
The Sin sounded from the other side, 'Ice or Fire?'
Amariahl turned, rummaged through her bag, and pulled out a roll of gray papers. She removed the rubber-band from around them and pulled one of them away, handing it to the young man, "You know, you're really lucky I'm nice, or I would've just told you to get a life."
"Thanks." The blond smiled handsomely, stuffing the Return Scroll into his sash; "You don't look too bad yourself."
'Amar?'
Amariahl picked up her Scorpio and in the blink of an eye had the Cleric against a tree; blade to neck, "I'd like to hear you repeat that. Mage."
"Call me Light Sage..."
Amariahl pulled the Scorpio away from his neck and glared at him, "Get out of here before I skin you alive, Mage."
Light Sage smiled once more, "Actually, I'm a Cleric."
"I don't care what you are, you say anything relating to what you did and I will have you hanging from the Slime Tree by your wang. Clear?"
Coen whispered again, 'Hello? Amar?'
"Of course, ma'am." The Blond turned around and walked shamelessly out of the map.
Amariahl smiled lightly and turned back, sitting down on her rock once more, 'Just a stupid Cleric flirting with me.'
'Lol, Cleric? But all Mages hate Warriors. That's strange.'
'I know... The nerve of him,' She cocked a brow and stuffed down some Unagi, 'I don't think I've ever heard of anything like that. He must've been hit really hard in the head or something.'
'These stupid merchants around here. I can't find Steelies for less then Ten mil!' Coenicony shook her head at another person trying to sell her Tobis, 'So was he cute any?'
'CUTE?!!! HOW CAN YOU ASK ME THAT?!!'
'Easy, Amar. I was just kidding.' Coen smiled widely and pulled off her Slain, pushing her short, spiky black hair out of her eyes, 'What did the Cleric look like?'
'Blond hair... Starlight. He had a Lama Staff-'
"SELLING STEELIES NINE MIL!!!&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&"
Coenicony turned wildly a looked around, "Hey you! CROSS BOW DUDE! GIMME YOUR STEELIES!"
The man turned to her, "You have nine mil?"
"Of course I do," She hasted really quickly and ran over to him, 'FINALLY!'
Amariahl smirked a bit, 'How much did you find them for?'
'Some cute little Archer was selling them for only NINE MIL!'
'Good deal,' She looked down at her armor and frowned, 'I think I need to go wash up after this round of Drakes spawn.'
'Yes, blood can smell fairly bad while sitting in the sun for hours on end.' Coen whispered in response.
The Spearman stood, pulling on her helmet and lifting her Scorpio from it's resting place, 'I think I deserve a drop this time, don't you Coen?'
'Well you haven't got anything all day, of course you do.'
Amar walked over to the spawning area and glared around as the wind picked up around her, "Alright you bitches, come to mama."
Roars came from all sides as the Drakes spawned and she threw back her Scorpio, swinging it forward once more.
The sound of cracks and whines echoed off the sides of Perion's deserted mountains.
'Coen. We're having Drake meat for dinner.'
'Sounds yummy, lemme go get some sauce for it! Channel eighteen right?'
Amariahl nodded, 'Never any other.'
"Cooking Drake. Making Stake. We're so hungry, so we bake. Amar provides the meat after all the Drakes were beat, so at the end of the day we have something to-"
"Coen stop singing please!"
The Sin smiled from her seat in front of the fire, "Oh come on! This place is so quiet we need some music."
"Then turn the music on, I'm listening to it."
Coenicony rolled her eyes and pulled a small device out of her back, "Can't they play Henesys music here or something? Perion music is so-"
"Bland?"
"Exactly!" She pulled off her Blue Sonata and set it in her bag, "Hey you almost done? Missing your company over here."
"Hey Coen, thought we'd drop by."
The Sin looked up and smiled widely, "Oh my god, MIA! Wow, it's been all day!"
Said Archer smiled back, setting her bow down and sitting beside Coen, "I know, I brought along Lycan and another friend of mine. Where's Amar?"
"She's bathing." Coen stood and hugged Lycan, "Hey LK, how's it hanging?"
"High and only by a thread."
Coen snickered and turned to the other mage, "Well hello, Cleric? If yer I/L you better run for your life."
Mia chuckled a bit and pulled a bag from behind her.
The Mage in front of Coen just smiled humorously, "No, I'm Cleric. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise, I'm Coenicony." She said with a wide smile and shook hands with him, "Coen for short, I'm guessing you're a good friend of Mia's?"
"Yes, I'm xLightSageZx." The Cleric sat down on a separate chunk of rock, "Just call me Light Sage."
Finally emerging from the woods was Amariahl, towel in hand, "Hey did I hear company?"
Light Sage looked up at the sound of the voice and froze nervously.
Mia got up and dashed to Amariahl, "Oh my goodness, Amar!"
"Mia, wow, you hit fourty?" The Spearman asked looking her up and down.
"Fourty-Five, actually, I've been training with LS most of the week." Mia hugged her again and walked back over to the fire.
Amar watched her for a moment before taking a seat on her rock, "Who's LS?"
Hesitantly, the Cleric stood up, "I-I am."
Amariahl looked up at him, "You," She picked up her Scorpio and leaped forward, tackling him to the ground and once again Light Sage found himself face-to-face with the deadly weapon.
Mia, Coen and Lycan stood up to stop her.
"Amar, what the hell?!" Mia ran over and tried to pull her off of him.
"Easy Amar," Lycan King moved forward a bit, "Mages wouldn't like hearing about a Warrior killing one of their kind. You know better."
"Hi again." LS smiled widely and stared up at her, feeling his hat laying on the ground beside him he cleared his throat as the cold metal of the Maple Scorpio tickled his neck.
Amariahl frowned and glared devilishly at him, "You have some nerve coming here. Mage."
Coen looked back and forth at them, "Amar is this that Cleric from before?"
"Yes." The Spearman said simply.
"And aren't you still just as beautiful as ever, A-Amar." Light Sage said hesitantly, "I like this position better though. I love the dominant kind."
Amariahl paled and then blushed furiously, she stood and stalked off into the woods.
Mia raised a brow and bent down to help the Cleric up, "LS you have either lost it or you're hoodwinked. Amar is a Warrior."
"Believe me, I know that." Light Sage stood up and smiled widely, grabbing his Guiltian from the ground, "I think her Scorpio against my throat was a good enough hint. She is gorgeous though, isn't she?"
Lycan King watched the other Cleric follow after Amariahl, "Umm, anyone else think he's lost it?"
Coen nodded to him, "No one's ever even flirted with Amar, she must be so confused."
"Of course she is." Mia said sitting back down, "Light Sage is a Mage and she's a Warrior. It's like some Romeo and Juliet spaz."
"Should we go after them?"
Lycan shook his head and sat back down, staring at his Crystal Wand, "They'll be fine. Amar's never hurt me and I'm a Mage. LS should be fine."
Coenicony sat down as well and sighed, "I don't know. You've never made a move on her before. If she kills him-"
"Do you think she would?" Mia asked as she pulled some cooked Drake meat from the fire.
"I don't know," The Sin shrugged sadly, "Amar is more of a spur-of-the-moment gal. There's no telling some times."
Lycan King smiled, "Oh come off it. LS can handle himself. They'll both be fine."
Ending Notes:
Hope you guys liked it, there will be so much more to come! Review or something in the mean time?
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