Chapter 1
(Exiled dragon)
Moonlight basked the sky as Shana gazed at the bright stars above. They twinkled in her eyes as she stood in deep thought. She to this day, could not comprehend what turn of events had happened before the battle for Endines had ensued. All that she was told was that she was in a deep sleep while Dart and the others had fought against the great constriction of fate. Since the great battle against the lord of the Wingleys, the magical beings with platinum hair had constructed a new moon in its image.
After the dust had cleared, Dart and Shana had gotten married and have begun to rebuild the devastated Seles. Haschel had returned to Rouge for a quick visit and returned to live with the two newlyweds. Meru, after being exiled from her home too began to live with Dart and Shana. Albert and Kongal returned to Bale to keep the peace in Serdio. He was quite generous to supply Dart with the necessary tools and supplies he would need for the construction. Miranda, after witnessing the death of Rose and the ever loving Zeig had returned to her castle to keep the family tradition, thus refusing her role as a Dragoon.
Shana gazed at the two years of hard work that has ensued after the tragedy, wondering if it would prosper as it once had. She left the porch and walked into her room, noticing Haschel's snoring one room away. She had gotten used to it and was better at ignoring it than Meru or Dart. She laid on the soft bed and felt the smooth texture of her Dragoon spirit, which gave her the right over the Silver Dragon. She glanced through the shadows at her trusty bow in the corner, hoping that it was the last time she would need it for protection.
Dart laughed as Meru danced around him ranting about how great the party that they had just attended was.
"Just be careful not to fall again. You always fall when you least expect it." He suggested.
"Me? Fall? Never!" She countered before she tripped over a rock in the road.
"I told you so..."
"Oh! I'll get Shana on you for this!" She said in a frustrated tone.
They talked as they reached their domain, then walked in. Meru rubbed her bosom in pain and went to her room, closing the door for the night. Dart sighed loudly and stripped off his armor in exhaustion. He quietly shuffled to his room to find Shana passed out on the bed, legs draping off the side. He smiled in affection and gently pushed them back on, being sure not to wake his mate. He climbed on and drifted off to sleep...
Dart stretched as he awoke, alone in the bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and dragged his limp body to the dining room to sit down. Haschel was meditating on the floor, giving Dart a sense of relief that he was not abandoned. Haschel broke his trance and sat down beside his grandson.
"Meru and Shana went into the village for food. We were running low."
"Oh, I was wondering where they had gotten to...and we're low of food because of you."
"B-but I need my strength!" Haschel defended.
He sighed, defeated by the warrior in red. "Care for a workout?"
"Sure, it might wake me up."
The two went out back and began to practice against dummies made for that purpose. In the bushes, young children were watching. They kept silent and stared with big eyes. Both warriors noticed them but kept their mouths shut.
"Mr. Dart! Battle Mr. Haschel, please?" The older of the two asked as he crept out of hiding.
"No. Mr. Dart is far stronger. Mr. Haschel is too old." The other contradicted.
Haschel let out a weak grin and shot a burst of electricity at a dummy with a punch, instantly turning it black and singed. Both children, wide eyed ran away yelling.
"Mr. Haschel IS strong!"
Dart and Haschel both laughed and continued with their training.
"Wasn't that a little overkill?" Dart asked.
"Never. That was one of my weak punches."
Later in training, both noticed the sent of smoke in the air. A woman ran by screaming that a hut was on fire. Both immediately raced to the scene.
The woman was truthful, for a storage hut was burned to the foundation.
"Humans, never were the brightest creatures. Never understood real power..."
Walking out from behind the rubble was a warrior in yellow and green robes. His hair, platinum revealed that he was Wingly.
"What do you want!?" Dart shouted in anger of the Wingley's actions.
"Want? I want you dead, good enough?" He half spit the words.
Dart grunted and drew his sword.
"Oh, and the ever popular Haschel. The great master of the Rouge art...pathetic. I test my fists against yours, fine with you?"
With great speed the warrior leapt toward the seasoned fighter, fist clenched. Haschel quickly maneuvered so he could catch him in the chin with a blow. The wingly flew above him and came down in rage. Dart sprang forward and knocked the Wingly off balance enough for Haschel to attack. As the fallen warrior in robes got to his feet he introduced himself.
"Not bad, Haschel. Especially for your age. Oh, I am known as Kiabon. I am the greatest warrior in these parts and heard of what you did to liberate this country from Dole. You," Kiabon pointed at Dart. "Have slaughtered one of my closest friends. You will die for Dole's sake!"
He began to power up for an attack when the inevitable happened. Two distinct voices were heard from a distant tree.
"Dark Disciple!" One cried and a Broadsword shot through Kiabon like a bullet.
"Angel's Will!" Another cried and a sharpened boomerang struck him across the chest.
Kiabon staggered back, a smirk on his face.
"Be careful how you catch what you send." He said and began to fire balls of energy at the tree.
Dart took the opportunity and began his attack.
"Volcano!" He yelled as he slashed this way and that, finishing off the opponent.
Kiabon stood rigid. Beginning to disappear in a flash of red.
"Do not fret. There will be others." He taunted, then laughed as he died.
Dart and Haschel watched in amazement as the two figures leapt out of the tree. One with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes retrieved his sword. He wore simple black armor and kneepads similar to Dart's. The other walked up beside him. He wore a blue armor similar to that of the Basilian army's head nights. He carried a shining swallow on a clasp on his back. His hair was long and blonde in the form of a mullet. He had brown eyes and wore a white bandana over his hair.
"Thought ya could use some help." The first spoke.
"Yeah, it looked that way to me." The other said, nodding his head.
"Who might you be? I have seen you around Seles." Haschel asked.
"I am Sniper" The first spoke.
"And I, Ice. We're brothers." The second spoke.
"You...you help in the construction, yes?" Dart asked.
"Yup, we even helped build your house." Ice said in a happy tone.
"It is getting to be lunchtime. We should be getting back. Would you join us?" Hasche asked.
"Your mind on food again?" Dart whispered before nudging him in the ribs.
Haschel shot him a vague look and began to walk up the path.
Shana and Meru were chatting as they cooked. The others sat on the porch.
"So...where do you live?" Dart asked.
"The basement of the Inn." Ice replied.
Haschel looked the boys over and noticed something on Sniper's arm.
"What is that contraption you have there?"
"This? It's a Hookshot invented by a man in Tiberoa. I believe his name is Lynn." Sniper explained.
"What does it do?" Haschel asked, an interested look upon his face.
"I'll show you."
Sniper walked to the steps and shot the end at a near building's upper foundation post. He pressed a button and was tugged with great speed to the sharpened end. He dislodged it from the post and hopped down to the street below.
"Interesting..." Haschel said, satisfied with what he had seen.
Sniper pealed off his armor as he walked back to the porch, sweating in the hot sun. As he got closer, Dart noticed the blue and black gem that he wore around his neck.
"What is that?" He asked Sniper.
"It's an heirloom from our family."
"I have one too." Ice said as he pulled out his blue and white gem.
"Odd..." Dart mumbled.
The gems were the same size and shape of a Dragoon Spirit. He held out his Red-Eyed Dragon Spirit and it began to glow in reaction. Wide eyed, he jumped back.
"Those are spirits of the dragons!" He shouted.
"But, they are different colored." Haschel explained.
"How can this be?" Dart asked to himself in a confused tone.
Meru abandoned Shana to listen in to their conversation.
"I may have a solution." She said, leaning against the doorway.
"When I was little, my parents told of a great Wingly who had harnessed the power of the dragon. It was said to be the Ice Dragon from the high reaches of Endines. When the Dragon Campaign began, he became frustrated and shattered the stone in anger. Some believe that that Wingley could have stopped the assassination attempts on our lord. The stone fragment were never seen again..."
The story had shook the bones of all that heard the tale.
"The two halves must have fused with other spirits. Maby Rose's spirit found Sniper, and Miranda's has found Ice." Meru tried to explain.
"But, what about Shana's spirit?" Dart asked. "Can there be two?"
"I believe that she has created her own from her experience with one. She is the Moon Child and everything..."
"Could be." Ice said, shrugging.
"Hey! Lunch is on!" Shana called from inside.
"Food, yay!" Meru shouted in joy.
Dart gave Haschel a smirk and got a cold glare in return. They sat down and ate.
"Are you two going back to the Inn?" Shana asked, concerned.
"It is full now, so we are out on the streets until it clears out." Ice explained.
"You will sleep here."
"They can sleep in Meru's room!" Haschel chuckled.
"What!? No way, that's my room only!"
"Oh, come now. They are your age, and they aren't exactly courting you are they?"
"No." Meru returned a glare.
"I will be more than happy on the floor." Sniper said.
"Floor?" Meru gasped.
"In here, not your room." Ice said reassuringly.
"Ok, I guess that'll work...but no sneaking into my room!"
"Meru, don't worry. Are you that afraid of them, males I mean?" Shana asked her.
"...N-no, I just hate it when people invade my privacy, that's all." Meru said, blushing.
She stood and went to her room for the night. It was dark now, and Seles was in its usual quiet ritual. Haschel groaned as he stood, then went to his room too.
"If you get too uncomfortable, I can roll out some extra blanket for you to lie on." Shana told them as she and Dart went to their room.
"We'll be ok." Ice said.
Both boys laid down and drifted off to sleep...
Dart awoke to a strange sound and the brightness of light coming in from the doorway. He woke Shana and stumbled out to see what it was. Meru and Haschel came out too; wanting to see what all the commotion was about.
Both boys were still asleep, but Sniper was convulsing. Dart thought he was having a bad dream, but then jumped back when the glow grew brighter and Shirley's spirit formed over Ice's limp body.
"Shirley! How did you..." Dart asked but was cut off.
"Listen to what is being said." She spoke slowly as she watched the convulsing teen.
Dart too watched, concentrating on what was supposed to have been said. In a rush of emotion, he shot backwards and fell into Haschel's strong arms.
"Do you understand?" Shirley spoke again, this time looking at Dart.
"Rose!" He shouted in disbelief.
The whole room gasped. In another flash of light, Shirley disappeared and both boys awoke. Ice meerly opened his eyes, drowsy. Sniper bolted up, breathing hard.
"A woman...a battle...explosion." Was all that he could muster in the state of shock.
"It was Rose, a Dragoon who died if the battle against Frahma." Dart said. "You two hold in your possession, the Light Frost Dragon Spirit and the Dark Frost Dragon Spirit. They are the combined affect..."
"What did she say?" Shana asked.
"Frahma...Melbu Frahma still lives."
(I revised this one cuz the other was deleted from rpgdreamers...bummer)
(It's short, but if youv'e played LOD you should like the dut off ending...sweeeet)
(Exiled dragon)
Moonlight basked the sky as Shana gazed at the bright stars above. They twinkled in her eyes as she stood in deep thought. She to this day, could not comprehend what turn of events had happened before the battle for Endines had ensued. All that she was told was that she was in a deep sleep while Dart and the others had fought against the great constriction of fate. Since the great battle against the lord of the Wingleys, the magical beings with platinum hair had constructed a new moon in its image.
After the dust had cleared, Dart and Shana had gotten married and have begun to rebuild the devastated Seles. Haschel had returned to Rouge for a quick visit and returned to live with the two newlyweds. Meru, after being exiled from her home too began to live with Dart and Shana. Albert and Kongal returned to Bale to keep the peace in Serdio. He was quite generous to supply Dart with the necessary tools and supplies he would need for the construction. Miranda, after witnessing the death of Rose and the ever loving Zeig had returned to her castle to keep the family tradition, thus refusing her role as a Dragoon.
Shana gazed at the two years of hard work that has ensued after the tragedy, wondering if it would prosper as it once had. She left the porch and walked into her room, noticing Haschel's snoring one room away. She had gotten used to it and was better at ignoring it than Meru or Dart. She laid on the soft bed and felt the smooth texture of her Dragoon spirit, which gave her the right over the Silver Dragon. She glanced through the shadows at her trusty bow in the corner, hoping that it was the last time she would need it for protection.
Dart laughed as Meru danced around him ranting about how great the party that they had just attended was.
"Just be careful not to fall again. You always fall when you least expect it." He suggested.
"Me? Fall? Never!" She countered before she tripped over a rock in the road.
"I told you so..."
"Oh! I'll get Shana on you for this!" She said in a frustrated tone.
They talked as they reached their domain, then walked in. Meru rubbed her bosom in pain and went to her room, closing the door for the night. Dart sighed loudly and stripped off his armor in exhaustion. He quietly shuffled to his room to find Shana passed out on the bed, legs draping off the side. He smiled in affection and gently pushed them back on, being sure not to wake his mate. He climbed on and drifted off to sleep...
Dart stretched as he awoke, alone in the bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and dragged his limp body to the dining room to sit down. Haschel was meditating on the floor, giving Dart a sense of relief that he was not abandoned. Haschel broke his trance and sat down beside his grandson.
"Meru and Shana went into the village for food. We were running low."
"Oh, I was wondering where they had gotten to...and we're low of food because of you."
"B-but I need my strength!" Haschel defended.
He sighed, defeated by the warrior in red. "Care for a workout?"
"Sure, it might wake me up."
The two went out back and began to practice against dummies made for that purpose. In the bushes, young children were watching. They kept silent and stared with big eyes. Both warriors noticed them but kept their mouths shut.
"Mr. Dart! Battle Mr. Haschel, please?" The older of the two asked as he crept out of hiding.
"No. Mr. Dart is far stronger. Mr. Haschel is too old." The other contradicted.
Haschel let out a weak grin and shot a burst of electricity at a dummy with a punch, instantly turning it black and singed. Both children, wide eyed ran away yelling.
"Mr. Haschel IS strong!"
Dart and Haschel both laughed and continued with their training.
"Wasn't that a little overkill?" Dart asked.
"Never. That was one of my weak punches."
Later in training, both noticed the sent of smoke in the air. A woman ran by screaming that a hut was on fire. Both immediately raced to the scene.
The woman was truthful, for a storage hut was burned to the foundation.
"Humans, never were the brightest creatures. Never understood real power..."
Walking out from behind the rubble was a warrior in yellow and green robes. His hair, platinum revealed that he was Wingly.
"What do you want!?" Dart shouted in anger of the Wingley's actions.
"Want? I want you dead, good enough?" He half spit the words.
Dart grunted and drew his sword.
"Oh, and the ever popular Haschel. The great master of the Rouge art...pathetic. I test my fists against yours, fine with you?"
With great speed the warrior leapt toward the seasoned fighter, fist clenched. Haschel quickly maneuvered so he could catch him in the chin with a blow. The wingly flew above him and came down in rage. Dart sprang forward and knocked the Wingly off balance enough for Haschel to attack. As the fallen warrior in robes got to his feet he introduced himself.
"Not bad, Haschel. Especially for your age. Oh, I am known as Kiabon. I am the greatest warrior in these parts and heard of what you did to liberate this country from Dole. You," Kiabon pointed at Dart. "Have slaughtered one of my closest friends. You will die for Dole's sake!"
He began to power up for an attack when the inevitable happened. Two distinct voices were heard from a distant tree.
"Dark Disciple!" One cried and a Broadsword shot through Kiabon like a bullet.
"Angel's Will!" Another cried and a sharpened boomerang struck him across the chest.
Kiabon staggered back, a smirk on his face.
"Be careful how you catch what you send." He said and began to fire balls of energy at the tree.
Dart took the opportunity and began his attack.
"Volcano!" He yelled as he slashed this way and that, finishing off the opponent.
Kiabon stood rigid. Beginning to disappear in a flash of red.
"Do not fret. There will be others." He taunted, then laughed as he died.
Dart and Haschel watched in amazement as the two figures leapt out of the tree. One with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes retrieved his sword. He wore simple black armor and kneepads similar to Dart's. The other walked up beside him. He wore a blue armor similar to that of the Basilian army's head nights. He carried a shining swallow on a clasp on his back. His hair was long and blonde in the form of a mullet. He had brown eyes and wore a white bandana over his hair.
"Thought ya could use some help." The first spoke.
"Yeah, it looked that way to me." The other said, nodding his head.
"Who might you be? I have seen you around Seles." Haschel asked.
"I am Sniper" The first spoke.
"And I, Ice. We're brothers." The second spoke.
"You...you help in the construction, yes?" Dart asked.
"Yup, we even helped build your house." Ice said in a happy tone.
"It is getting to be lunchtime. We should be getting back. Would you join us?" Hasche asked.
"Your mind on food again?" Dart whispered before nudging him in the ribs.
Haschel shot him a vague look and began to walk up the path.
Shana and Meru were chatting as they cooked. The others sat on the porch.
"So...where do you live?" Dart asked.
"The basement of the Inn." Ice replied.
Haschel looked the boys over and noticed something on Sniper's arm.
"What is that contraption you have there?"
"This? It's a Hookshot invented by a man in Tiberoa. I believe his name is Lynn." Sniper explained.
"What does it do?" Haschel asked, an interested look upon his face.
"I'll show you."
Sniper walked to the steps and shot the end at a near building's upper foundation post. He pressed a button and was tugged with great speed to the sharpened end. He dislodged it from the post and hopped down to the street below.
"Interesting..." Haschel said, satisfied with what he had seen.
Sniper pealed off his armor as he walked back to the porch, sweating in the hot sun. As he got closer, Dart noticed the blue and black gem that he wore around his neck.
"What is that?" He asked Sniper.
"It's an heirloom from our family."
"I have one too." Ice said as he pulled out his blue and white gem.
"Odd..." Dart mumbled.
The gems were the same size and shape of a Dragoon Spirit. He held out his Red-Eyed Dragon Spirit and it began to glow in reaction. Wide eyed, he jumped back.
"Those are spirits of the dragons!" He shouted.
"But, they are different colored." Haschel explained.
"How can this be?" Dart asked to himself in a confused tone.
Meru abandoned Shana to listen in to their conversation.
"I may have a solution." She said, leaning against the doorway.
"When I was little, my parents told of a great Wingly who had harnessed the power of the dragon. It was said to be the Ice Dragon from the high reaches of Endines. When the Dragon Campaign began, he became frustrated and shattered the stone in anger. Some believe that that Wingley could have stopped the assassination attempts on our lord. The stone fragment were never seen again..."
The story had shook the bones of all that heard the tale.
"The two halves must have fused with other spirits. Maby Rose's spirit found Sniper, and Miranda's has found Ice." Meru tried to explain.
"But, what about Shana's spirit?" Dart asked. "Can there be two?"
"I believe that she has created her own from her experience with one. She is the Moon Child and everything..."
"Could be." Ice said, shrugging.
"Hey! Lunch is on!" Shana called from inside.
"Food, yay!" Meru shouted in joy.
Dart gave Haschel a smirk and got a cold glare in return. They sat down and ate.
"Are you two going back to the Inn?" Shana asked, concerned.
"It is full now, so we are out on the streets until it clears out." Ice explained.
"You will sleep here."
"They can sleep in Meru's room!" Haschel chuckled.
"What!? No way, that's my room only!"
"Oh, come now. They are your age, and they aren't exactly courting you are they?"
"No." Meru returned a glare.
"I will be more than happy on the floor." Sniper said.
"Floor?" Meru gasped.
"In here, not your room." Ice said reassuringly.
"Ok, I guess that'll work...but no sneaking into my room!"
"Meru, don't worry. Are you that afraid of them, males I mean?" Shana asked her.
"...N-no, I just hate it when people invade my privacy, that's all." Meru said, blushing.
She stood and went to her room for the night. It was dark now, and Seles was in its usual quiet ritual. Haschel groaned as he stood, then went to his room too.
"If you get too uncomfortable, I can roll out some extra blanket for you to lie on." Shana told them as she and Dart went to their room.
"We'll be ok." Ice said.
Both boys laid down and drifted off to sleep...
Dart awoke to a strange sound and the brightness of light coming in from the doorway. He woke Shana and stumbled out to see what it was. Meru and Haschel came out too; wanting to see what all the commotion was about.
Both boys were still asleep, but Sniper was convulsing. Dart thought he was having a bad dream, but then jumped back when the glow grew brighter and Shirley's spirit formed over Ice's limp body.
"Shirley! How did you..." Dart asked but was cut off.
"Listen to what is being said." She spoke slowly as she watched the convulsing teen.
Dart too watched, concentrating on what was supposed to have been said. In a rush of emotion, he shot backwards and fell into Haschel's strong arms.
"Do you understand?" Shirley spoke again, this time looking at Dart.
"Rose!" He shouted in disbelief.
The whole room gasped. In another flash of light, Shirley disappeared and both boys awoke. Ice meerly opened his eyes, drowsy. Sniper bolted up, breathing hard.
"A woman...a battle...explosion." Was all that he could muster in the state of shock.
"It was Rose, a Dragoon who died if the battle against Frahma." Dart said. "You two hold in your possession, the Light Frost Dragon Spirit and the Dark Frost Dragon Spirit. They are the combined affect..."
"What did she say?" Shana asked.
"Frahma...Melbu Frahma still lives."
(I revised this one cuz the other was deleted from rpgdreamers...bummer)
(It's short, but if youv'e played LOD you should like the dut off ending...sweeeet)