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Author's Note: Just a little something I was toying around with. Contains extreme violence. Email me at: daisukefire@yahoo.com
Legends of Love
By DaisukeFire
Prologue: Dark Defeats
The Dragon King. He was once the fierce Black Knight of the realm of Aeeria. But his heart was as black as his armor, and he betrayed the king of the realm, killing him and taking his place. He was a master of war and military strategy. After a few short years, his army had surpassed any the land had ever seen. That was when he began his quest, a quest for world domination. His dream was to have the peoples of the world bow before him and worship him as more than a king, as a god. He conquered all his neighboring countries, enemy or ally. Taking confidence in the strength of his army, he besieged the land of Icarnia, a long time ally of Aeeria. But he overestimated his power, and though his warriors fought valiantly, the armies of Icarnia overcame them. He and a small remnant of his army managed to escape the slaughter and fled into the desert of Sangania to the south. But the desert was long and inhospitable. One by one, each of his soldiers fell, becoming carrion for the vultures to feast on. Finally, the Black Knight himself was the last survivor of his army. He fell to his knees in the hot sand. Death was nigh upon him, and he cried out to the heavens in despair. He was about to fall into the sand and give up his life, when a shadow fell over him and he blinked up at the creature standing before him. It was massive and glared down upon him with fiery eyes. The Black Knight had long though these creatures as nothing more than a myth, but now he believed. The massive wings of the creature covered over him as the creature bent its long head down to face him.
"The Black Knight and King of Aeeria, will you accept defeat so soon?"
With a parched throat the Black Knight rasped, "I have no army, and I will soon be dead as well, leave me to die in peace."
The creature seemed to chuckle. "You asked the heaven's for help, and I have answered you. Will you now turn me away?"
"How would you help me?"
"My kin and I will help you, become your partners in war. With your military genius and our strength, together we can rule to the world. All that I ask is that my kin and I be given the southern realm of the world to our own, once we have gained control of the world. For far too long humans have hunted us, and our numbers grow weary and thin. The southern part of the world shall belong to us, and no human shall ever enter there. Do you accept my offer, or shall I slay you now?"
The Black Knight looked upon the creature in amazement and wonder, and then answered, "Yes, together we shall rule the world, together."
"Good," the creature answered and then, before the Black Knight could flinch, drove one of its large claws through his chest. The Black Knight looked at the creature in terror and surprised. Then the dragon pulled back its limb, severing the claw and leaving it impaled in the Black Knight. "I will give you incredible strength and immortality, unless you are slain by human hands, to enforce our pact to the ends of time.
The Black Knight gasped in horror and amazement as the claw began to melt and coat his entire body with a thick, scaly covering. Two wings of skin and bone protruded from his back, and claws formed at the tip of each of his fingers.
The dragon continued, "You are now immortal. Rise and begin the rebuilding of your army once again. When you have sufficient strength, send a sacrifice to this very spot and one of my kin will meet you. Then I shall send an army of dragons to aid your army." The creature beat its wings furiously in the dry dessert air and lifted off the ground, sending a harsh spray of sand at the Black Knight. This blast would have torn the flesh from any normal human, but the Black Knight easily withstood it. As the creature set off, gliding into the horizon, the Black Knight tried his newly acquired wings and lifted into the air. He flew north, in search of a place to begin the rebuilding of his forces. He was now unstoppable. He was no longer the Black Knight, and no longer human as well. He was now the Dragon King.
That is the legend of the Dragon King, and his
coming to immense power. But the tale
of which I speak is not a tale of war, but a tale of love. It is the tale of an unforeseen love between
a hard-hearted warrior woman, and a mysterious sorcerer. Together they defeated the Dragon King, and
freed the world of his domination. I
shall begin with the beginning…
Drums of war blast through the air,
Many fierce warriors fall,
Leaving behind widows and children,
But the best fighters have nothing to lose,
They are cold and unfeeling,
Living only for the consuming whiteness of battle,
Living as more of a weapon than that which they bear,
Leaving a river of death where they tread…
Blazing fires of glory and death covered the landscape. Fallen soldiers and carrion painted the earth crimson. Streams of blood flowed from deep puddles into the dark waters of the massive lake bordering the battleground. The screams of tearing steal and the metallic ringing of iron swords clashing sung in the eternal melody of war.
The loud bass of the drums of war caused the adrenaline in her blood to flow. Odors of sweat and rotting flesh tackled her nostrils. The sword, almost half her height, was light and it danced through the air, tearing and cutting the flesh of her enemies. She had slain all attackers around her, and she stopped for a moment to absorb the passion of battle. The full moon glimmered in its eerie beauty, highlighting the shadows on the ground.
Smirking, she raised her sword and rushed another group of enemies. Her fiery hair blazed as the brutal wind rushed through it. An enemy soldier noticed her approach and raised his heavy spear above his head in an attempt to parry the oncoming blow. The girl let out a cry of fury as she brought the double-edged broad sword down on his head. It cut through the spear like an axe through a twig, and lodged deep into the man's head. Without another thought she ripped the sword from the slain man's head and twisted around, the blade screeching through the air. The enemy that had planned to cut her down from behind gasped as the blade ripped through his neck, sending his head crashing to the ground. Hot blood cascaded from his neck.
Another soldier who had been rushing her dug his heels into the ground and turned to run, screaming. The girl raised the sword behind her head and then threw it at the fleeing man. It raced through the air like and arrow, and hit the man in the back, cutting through his body so that the hilt of the sword rested against his back. The enemy fell to the ground as blood gushed from the wound in his back, as well as from his mouth. Quickly, the girl ripped the sword from her conquered victim and raised it in time to block the attack of a large battle-axe that had been aimed at her head. Her purple eyes gleamed with fierce fire as she looked into the empty slots for eyes of an enemy knight. He raised his foot and kicked her in the stomach so that she flew back a few feet and tumbled to the ground. The blow had not hurt her. The silver mail she wore would take more than that to break. Cockily, the knight approached her, raising his axe. He was huge, almost twice her size. But she was fast. He swung his axe at her, but she rolled out of the way. A large cloud of dust rose from the ground and coated the body of a fallen soldier. The girl, having lost her sword, yanked a black chain-mace from her belt at the side. She shuffled to the side and observed the turning speed of the knight. He let out a deep laugh and followed with a horizontal swing of his axe. He had not taken into account the consequences of missing his target, and the girl ducked under the blow. The momentum of the swing caused the knight to turn his back to the girl, who took advantage of her enemy's mistake. She swung the mace in a few quick circles and then leapt toward the knight, who had turned his head just in time to witness his death. The heavy spiked ball crashed into his helmet, crushing it like a tin can. Blood and brain tissue gushed from the crushed eyeholes of his helmet, and he fell to the ground.
She smirked in victory, but it was short lived. The sounds of battle had stopped around her, and all soldiers, her comrades and enemies, turned toward her. The ground shook and the girl struggled not to fall to her knees. She turned around to see a massive green dragon swipe one of its claws into a group of soldiers and send their shattered bodies crashing to the side. The dragon stopped in front of her and gazed into her eyes. Though his reptilian face showed no expression, his eyes seemed to laugh at her with malice. She could feel his breath caress her face as he exhaled. The stench of it was unbearable.
The girl bent down and picked up her sword from the ground with her left hand and detached a black shield with the symbol of a rising star emblazed on it from her back. She raised the sword and shield into battle position and sternly returned the dragon's gaze.
"So I finally meet the legendary Angel of Death," the dragon hissed.
"And whom might you be, lord of dragons?" the girl spat.
"I am Aurung, head commander of the Dragon King's armies. You should have been there to see your king's fall. We mashed his body, along with his banner-bearer's, into a pulp on the ground. You shall share in his fate, girl."
"The king," the girl gasped under her breath.
"You're army is defeated, no one can withstand the might of the dragon king."
"We shall see," the girl screamed as she leapt at the dragon's head, bringing it down on the dragon's head with all her might. The sword rang a shrill scream as it burst into shards. One of the shards ricocheted off the dragon's head and pierced the girl's left arm. She was too intent on battle to feel the pain, or to take the time to remove the shard from her arm.
The dragon hardly seemed phased as it lifted its head and glared at her. It raised its head back and spewed forth an ocean of hot flames at the girl. The girl put the shield in front of her body and was pushed back a few feet as the flames charred the ground around her. Gripping the mace at her side, she jumped at the dragon. A fierce scream of uncontrollable anger and hate escaped her lips as she prepared to strike. The dragon, prepared for the attack, swiped at her with one of its clawed forelimbs. The girl's shield shattered and she flew through the air in defeat. He body was bruised and tortured so much that she would no longer be able to fight that day, or ever.
She had died in a blaze of fierce glory; no other death could be so fitting. The last thought that passed through her mind before she lost consciousness was that she had failed. She had failed to avenge the king, and she had failed to protect him. All was lost…
Author's Note: Short, I know. I wrote it mainly to get my thoughts flowing again. Honestly, this is complete crap and it's some of my worst writing. I don't intend to continue it because it's so terrible. I intend to delete this after a few days; I just wanted some feedback from a few friends. Sorry for getting your hopes up if you liked it, my bad.