A/N: Sup guys! This is my very first fic published here and it will always be. I've gone a long way from being that rash newbie of a fanfic author that I used to be. I've observed how my writing evolved through the times and I noticed how lacking my writing style before so I've decided to do a major edit. Every edited chapter will come along with every new chapter update. Read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonfable as it is a property of Artix Entertainment.
The Dragonfable Chronicles:
The New Hero
Chapter One: A Very Unusual Morning
"Somebody help me!" A man's voice not quite far ahead of me cried out in panic as I sprinted through the muddy marsh with the storm unleashing its full fury. The heavens were dark, occassionaly lit up briefly by lightning as it crackled and flashed while a heavy downpour accompanied by strong gusts of wind slapped against my face and body. None of it managed to bother me nor deter my swift movements as I dash through the open field with my eyes gazed forward, focused on one and only one thing.
"Someone help me please!", The voice persisted, almost completely drowned by the raging storm. After a few more seconds, a silhouette of a dark robed man running for his dear life, flailing his arms in the air, became clearer. I began to zoom in until I was close enough to see his mud-splattered clothes and hear his panicked gasps as he begins to slow down. By now I was two to three meters away from him and still gaining. I then drew out my twin daggers. The metal unsheathing seemed to sound so clear to the old man as he tried desperately to escape but it was all to no avail. His aged body seemed to tire even more by each second and as I expected, he eventually collapsed face first into the muddy grass. He laid on his back, heaving for air. In a split second, I was on top of him. My foot beside his shoulder while the other on his chest. The chase was over.
"P-please Vincent, w-why are you d-doing this?", I stared down at him, my expressionless face buffeted by wind and rain with tiny droplets making their way down my chin. Then, the man began to sob. His tears making streaks on his mud-covered face. Thunder rumbled and lightning flickered constantly. I raised my arms, the daggers' tips pointed at his throat.
"Vincent, don't do this. You can still turn back! There has to be a good reason behind what you're doing. Please. Please I beg of you. I beg of you..." His eyes was gazing into mine pleading for mercy. I stared back for a few moments, oblivious to any of his pleas, and brought my weapons downward straight through his throat. As the blades pierced his skin, the man- squeaked?
SQQUUEEEAAAKKK! Crunch!
I sat up from the base of the tree where I was sleeping facing towards the strange sound with my daggers drawn. A couple of feet away from me across my now dead campfire was a small orange wild cat with a field mouse dangling lifelessly on its lips staring at me for a second before swiftly turning away with its meal. Around them lay the remnants of my previous meal last night which might have brought them here. I sighed, sheathed my weapons and combed my messy raven hair with my hand. My thoughts then wandered on the dream I just had. A different dream this time and as always, it felt so real as if it was happening…again. I winced as I try to push back the memories from all those fateful nights which came flooding back into my mind. Different time…different people…but all the same conclusions. They were all killed. All killed by me. I sat back, feeling bone-tired even though I just woke up, as if I did the whole thing over again while I was sleeping.
Leaning my head on the tree's trunk, I closed my eyes. It seemed like no matter how far away I move from my village, those dreams still manage to haunt me. It makes me restless, guilty from everything. I could hear their voices. Screaming. Pleading for me to spare them but end up dying anyway. I remember all their faces. That banker, that farmer, even that little girl, and now it was that friar. When I finally opened my eyes, I looked up to see streaks of sunlight filtering through the lush yellow-green clumps of leaves. Birds sang and flutter from tree to tree. Squirrels scamper with their nuts. I slowly stood up and walked over to the ridge of the valley overlooking the vast plains and forests that seemed to stretch far beyond what my eyes can see. I realized that I've gotten really far away from my home. At least, what's left of it, which isn't much. In a distance, I spotted a kidney-shaped lake sparkling from the morning sun and a river channeling from it on both opposite ends. The river was long, snaking into the heart of the forest to the vast green plains and through the valley before passing under an ancient bridge made of stone and wood.
A bridge? Hmm… maybe a town is nearby. I continued to stare at the beautiful scenery. A sense of peace enveloped my being calming my restless mind. I stood there taking in all of its beauty. The beauty of nature that anyone could, no matter who they are, could notice if they would simply stop and just look around for a second. I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice a large shadow zoom above me and find myself face to face with a-
A/N: So how was it? Not much changes were made. Just a few grammatical and spelling fixes plus a few edits on the plot details. This was my very first chapter in my fanfic career. After all the editing, I've come to realize how careless I'd been back then and how rushed everything was. I'll be proofreading and editing the other chapters soon as well. That's all for now. Iron Raven out...
