R: Hello, this is a story idea I've had for quite a while but I couldn't think of what to apply it to! But then in the middle of one fine night it occurred to me! Breath Of Fire 4! It fits soooo perfectly! Now I know that this may seem a bit vague but you'll see what I mean once the story gets into full swing (which will be a while but not too long) I hope that you will enjoy it!
The scene opens on a blue haired young man, running as fast as he could manage through the halls of a great castle. He was gulping down air as he ran, feet pounding on the stone. This was something that he never thought he would be doing, fleeing from his long time friend… now turned foe at the whim of fate.
How? Just how did he get that powerful? Why did it have to come to this…Fou-Lu…
He shook away these thoughts and continued running as fast as he could muster. As he ran, he spotted foes ahead, lowly grunts that he'd spared on his way in, as he focused on his main foe. This time he dispatched them with ease, just a quick yet powerful sword slash from his running figure was enough to send their blood fountaining from their bodies to stain his shirt red.
He made it to the lift, slowly catching his breath as it ascended through the floors. He sat down, his breathing slowly returning to its normal rate.
There's no way that he could have got that strong so quickly! This isn't going to be easy…
The lift stopped and he immediately broke off into a sprint, darting out of the lift room and heading up the stairs faster then any mortal could. Once he had climbed 3 flights of stairs a Cyclops appeared, attempting to ambush him. Larger than its recently deceased brethren, this would require a larger amount of concentration to defeat.
The Cyclops drew back its mighty arm and launched an enormous hammer at the young warrior, who deftly dodged it with a sidestep. Running across the cracked ground, the mysterious man counterattacked with savage speed, and in less than a second the Cyclops' head rested on the cold stone.
He continued past the corpse and ran ahead, only one thought on his mind: I've got to get out of here! If I do I can… I can't do anything by myself! I need help…
He ran up the stairs four at a time in his haste, and was soon on yet another lift, resting on the railing to catch his breath. Panting in the dark silence of the lift, he leaned heavily on the wood, letting the draft from the fast moving lift cool him.
Why does it have to end this way? We were…we were…friends…
The lift stopped and he ran off again, this time entering a vast chamber. In this room he remembered fighting an artificial dragon, it still eluded him how his foe had managed to make such a vile creature. He had thought that creating such a thing would be impossible, but his eyes had not deceived him, for the corpse of the creature was still there as he ran past.
He continued running, his footsteps and heavy breathing echoing in the empty halls, his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. He was so far underground that they couldn't rely on natural sunlight, instead there were dull lamps hanging from the walls in a half-hearted attempt to illuminate the darkness.
It had been a tough battle to defeat the manufactured dragon, it taking a few minutes at least for him to emerge victorious… a very long time for one such as him. That was nothing however compared to the power of the one he found himself attempting to escape from.
He ran through the next entryway, navigating his way through the long and twisty corridors. Finding the necessary items to gain access to this area had been difficult; Fou-Lu had placed the keys well, making them difficult to find.
After a few minutes of running he made it to another lift, again taking the time it took to reach the top to catch his breath. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, noticing that the back of his hand became smeared with dark blood from his many enemies. Looking down at himself, he could see that his once white shirt and blue trousers were now a vile crimson.
His eyes fell upon his sword, still clutched in his right hand, slippery now with the dripping red. This sword had served him well for many years, and he hurriedly wiped the blade clean as the lift slowed to a stop.
Good! Only one more lift to go until I can escape…so I can return later and…kill…him…
Just a few more twisting corridors and the last lift would be in his sight. Gathering himself, he began again to run, cutting down those small foes foolish enough to stand in his way with quick and easy strikes. Within no time at all he was at the last lift, and it quickly ascended to what he knew was the door leading away from this place.
This is it the last door! Try and get me now Fou-Lu!
He could see daylight! Desperately wanting to escape he ran up the small flight of stairs and reached toward the door.
SLAM!
The door had closed shut with a very final echo. He hammered the door desperately trying to break it open but it wouldn't budge. He gave up slumping to the floor.
"Such feeble attempts will not work…Ryu!"
He turned round responding to his name, light blue eyes finding the dark brown ones of his friend, rival, and foe.
"Fou-Lu…don't do this!" exclaimed Ryu as he rose to his feet.
"I apologise but I cannot! Our fates are at risk! Thou should help me, not hinder me!"
"You know that I can't do that! Now let me OUT!"
"I am sorry, old friend but I cannot allow this! Either thou shalt join me or…thou shalt be no more!"
"Fine, it seems that we are left with no more options!"
Ryu charged toward Fou-Lu with rage in his eyes. Fou-Lu summoned his sword and skilfully blocked the predictable attack with barely a movement of his arm. The clang of the swords could be heard through out the castle as Ryu jumped back and, spinning backwards, performed a powerful slash at his opponent. Fou-lu easily dodged the attack by what seemed to be a simple step to the left, and countered with a strong overhead swing, which Ryu barely managed to guard against. The two of them were locked in a struggle for dominance as they pushed their swords against one another.
"Why…are…you…doing this?" questioned Ryu, his teeth clenched.
"Because it has to be done!"
Ryu let out a roar as he pushed off Fou-Lu sending the God-Emperor flying backwards. Fou-Lu landed gracefully next to the top of the stairs and levelled his line of sight with Ryu's eyes.
"Thou wouldst truly attempt to stop me?" Foul-Lu questioned.
"Yes! I don't know what you're up to but I know it isn't good!"
Fou-lu grinned at his fellow's words, making Ryu uneasy. And he knew why. Fou-Lu's eyes began to glow yellow as he charged up his powers, and Ryu knew that soon, he would be transforming into a dragon. Ryu decided to do the same. They would do battle as equals, not imprisoned in these cages of mortal flesh that were so weak and pitiful.
Ryu felt the power flowing through him, a welcoming warmth that reached everywhere in him from his fingertips to the centre of his heart. He could feel his body changing to accommodate this new power but when he looked up he noticed Fou-lu charging up a ball of white energy above his head, smiling triumphantly.
Damn! It wasn't a dragon form it's…
Ryu quickly concentrated his power on to teleporting away to avoid the attack, but it was a lot harder while in mid-transformation. Unfortunately it was now too late as Fou-Lu had charged up the attack fully! He threw his hand forward and opened his palm towards Ryu as he completed the spell.
"Whiteout!"
The ball of energy flew towards Ryu engulfing him completely. The clash of energies was too much, the dragon form, the attempt at teleportation and the powerful Whiteout caused Ryu to lose control and he vanished without a trace.
Fou-Lu narrowed his eyes, trying to locate his opponent. The stones were scorched and blackened, half melted where the dragon warrior had stood mere moments ago. Fou-lu walked over to it and knelt, examining it carefully.
"Hmmm…what hath happened? Where have you gone?"
Fou-Lu looked around and stood thoughtfully, entertaining briefly all of the possibilities of where Ryu could have been sent. After a moment, he smiled, his shining teeth gleaming in the darkness of the stone chamber.
"It seems that the chase is on once again!"
R: So? Was it exciting enough? I believe so but I want to know what you lot think! The basic events will follow the game closely but I will be making changes later on, so it fits with my idea of the story. Anyway I hope you can be patient for the next bit, and until next time!
