AN- So I've been wanting to do this story for awhile now and finally I've had time to work on it. I'm only gonna be using the Keronian characters from the show and in this story they are all humanized, their are NO oc's, every character in this story has made an appearance at least once in the anime. (Just so you know for this story Garuru and Giroro are not brothers.) Also this story is set back in the medieval times. I really hope you all enjoy this story and please review and tell me what you think and if you want me to continue. OwO
Keroro's Quest: Prologue
A dull, red glow emitting from a veil of darkness and the swooshing of soft, rich robes was the only giveaway to that someone was moving through the shadows. A candle was lit on an oak wood desk illuminating a long roll of parchment accompanied by a bottle of jet-black ink that was currently propping up a hawk, feathered quill. The sound of a chair being pulled back and an unknown being taking a seat in it seemed to echo around the large room as if in the depths of a cold, earthy cave. This being was in fact a very important man, who practically held the world in the palm of his hand. He was known around all the provinces as Emperor Garuru, the worlds ruler who's word is law and will is absolute. A man who is highly loved and respected by all his people.
Once seated Garuru took hold of the now ink, soaked quill and pressed the tip of it to the top of the parchment, about to write what would be his last journal entry he would ever scribe.
Taking a deep shuddering breath he begun.
"I was born 56 years ago, for 34 years I have ruled this world as its Emperor...but for all those long years I have never been the ruler of my own dreams."
Looking up from the parchment, brushing purple strands of hair from his face Garuru looked out to something only he could see...something only he could ever understand.
"I have seen the gates of Oblivion, beyond which no waking eye may see. In darkness, a doom sweeps the land." A reflection of hell fire lit up in the Emperor's deep, sapphire eyes almost as if one glance into them you could fall to a fiery demise. Garuru flinched sharply at the images of death that flashed in his mind, it was as if he were on a battlefield but the soldiers that fought in it held no mercy nor honour. They would kill anyone or anything that got in their way and would enjoy watching their enemies blood soak into the ground and hear their agonized cries as they begged for death, and yet these demons where not alone. They were allied with all sorts of abominations. From giant spiders that inject their victims with poison, leaving them to be slowly eaten alive by the vicious venom that rages through their veins. To monstrous four-legged beast that rip apart their targets on sight until there's nothing left to find. Everyone of them lusting for more blood, more pain, more death.
Yet, through all the blood-shed and battle hungry cries Garuru witnesses every time he closes his eyes...there's him.
The warrior with leaf-green hair and blazing brown eyes, who holds the power of the stars in his very hands. The ray of hope that shines beyond despair, lighting the path to victory when all had given up their search for it. He's the man who will end the coming crisis and give life back to the ravaged lands that the war destroyed. Bringing more light than the sun, stars and moon ever could. He alone could save his people.
Garuru gave his head a firm shake to bring himself back to the present, glancing down at the quill that was shaking in his trembling hand. Giving himself a moment to regain his composure, he continued his last entry with a deep sigh. "This is the twenty-seventh of August, the year of the dragon god. These are the closing days of the third era...and the final hours of my life." Subconsciously Garuru lifted his hand to his chest, where a magnificent crimson jewel hung from his neck, giving off a radiant glow as if itself was alive.
"Gods give me strength!".