((This is my first Legend of Dragoon fic but I've been itching to write one
and I finally decided that I would do so. A few of the characters that will
be in here are not in the game and I made them up, so they are mine. I do
that a lot with stories as anyone who has read any of my stories will have
realized by now. I hope you enjoy my story.))
DISCLAIMER: This is only going in here once. I don't own Legend of Dragoon or any of its characters but that ones that I made up are mine so I do own them.
The red-eyed girl sat at the window with her legs drawn up to her chest tightly. Her silky turquoise blue hair was dripping wet, as was the rest of her body. It always was though; she hated to be completely dry and almost never was. That was why her room was like it was, almost completely covered in water. It reminded her of her home, made her feel more comfortable then anywhere else ever could. Except, perhaps, for the ocean. But that was so far away that she could not simply go there whenever she wanted too.
Instead of a flat floor it was made of circles upon circles, the edges always sticking up above the water that covered the floor like a sort of walkway. All but two of the circles held only eight inches of water. The one where the girl slept was two feet deep. The largest circle was eight feet deep, deep enough for the girl to relax completely in it. Where she sat, by the window, was an elevated half-circle and only six inches deep.
"I still do not understand why you had a room with a bunch of water-filled circles made," a light female voice said from the doorway. "You could have simply made it a big pool."
The red-eyed girl turned and a smile bloomed on her face. "Hello to you as well Shirley," she said in her water-like voice. "I have explained it to you before. The circles are soothing and remind me of my home. A simple pool would not be as well. Not to mention the fact that I am a half-mermaid and I hate being far from water. What made you come to my room today? I would have thought you would be spending the day with Belzac."
Shirley gingerly picked her way across to the only dry spot in the room, a couch beside the window. After she had sat down and placed her silver bow beside her she said in a quiet voice, "Because you know what tomorrow is Damia. I thought that you might wish to visit your family today, as you haven't seen them in around a year."
Damia's head whipped around quickly, tears filled her eyes and streamed down her face. Mention of her family always did that to her, she missed them so much. Shirley reached out and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I am sorry if I caused you pain," she said gently. "If you do not want to do that then will you spend the day with me?"
Damia turned back and nodded as Shirley wiped the tears off her face. "You would spend the day with me?" she asked, her eyes starting to brighten. Shirley nodded and began to smile. "Then come with me to see my family. Then we can party until tomorrow comes!"
Shirley laughed as Damia did a dive off the window into the deepest pool, not even a ripple marred the surface. This was the Damia she knew, a happy go-lucky girl. Not the depressed one she had seen in the past few days. This was exactly what the girl needed to make her feel like her old self again.
When Damia came out of the water she grabbed her large hammer and skipped over the edges of the circles to the door. "Are you coming or what Shirley?" she asked over her shoulder. "This was all your idea after all." And I am not going to do this alone, she thought. No matter what anyone says none of them know what we are going to see. Even thought she was having darker thoughts then normal her face still gave off the impression of her typical joy.
Shaking her head Shirley started towards the door. Damia thought that maybe if she played a little prank like she always did then Shirley would never expect that there was anything wrong with her. So, the girl picked up a small piece of wood from just outside her door and threw it directly at Shirley's left foot just as she lifted her right. "Damia!" Shirley shrieked as she fell into the water. The girl doubled over laughing but when Shirley popped back up to the surface the young girl darted out the door.
Outside Damia leaned against the door, clutching her sides as she laughed. Not only had making Shirley fall convinced the older woman that she was back to normal, it had actually made Damia feel much better. "What is so funny now young lady?" someone asked from the other side of the door. "And where is Shirley?"
Damia looked over and grinned brightly at Rose just as Shirley stomped out of the room. She looked terrible, her red hair was drenched and all messed up. Her emerald green eyes were flashing fire at the grinning girl. Rose's hand flew up to her mouth as a laugh escaped her. Shirley whirled around and placed her hands on her hips. "And what do you think is so funny, Miss. Rose?" she demanded. Rose simply shook her head and began to laugh out loud. "And you," she said turning to Damia. But when she saw Damia rolling on the ground in laughter she couldn't help but grin herself. "At least when we fly I'll dry off well," she grumbled as a bright gold-silver light surrounded her, it was as though a thousand leaves covered her body. When they cleared she was floating above their heads, as the Light Dragoon. "Well come on and change, the sooner you do the sooner we leave."
Rose nodded and immediately a dark purple orb laced through with others colors appeared. When she was in her armor she looked down at Damia. "Come on and change Damia," she said. "So that we can be on our way. If the people see us flying then their courage will be ignited and they will hold stronger tomorrow."
Damia instantly stopped laughing and stood up as an icy-blue light surrounded her body. When it was gone she was flying level with Shirley and Rose. "You were urging me to come," she said as she zoomed off. "And yet you are still behind me!" Laughing she flew circles and loops around the two older woman, twirling her hammer and singing as she did.
"I'm so glad that she is back to normal," Shirley told Rose. "It was far too depressing to see her sad and thinking of death."
"Yeah," Rose said as Damia dropped her hammer and had to zoom downwards to get it. "I miss her being like this." After all, the thought of what could happen tomorrow had her own stomach tied in knots. It was hard to imagine what it had done to a young girl like Damia.
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Belzac watched as Rose, Shirley, and Damia took off into the sky. A smile grew upon his large face when he saw Damia flying like she always had before. Shirley must have done something to break her out of the depression that she had been in before. The girl deserved to have a day of fun before tomorrow came. "Poor Damia," he said, as the three figures became specks in the sky. All of the Dragoons, even Kanzas at times, looked after Damia like a daughter because she was so young. Only thirteen when she had begun to fight with them.
But out of all the Dragoons Belzac and Shirley watched after Damia the most. For Belzac she was like the daughter he had never had. Ever since she had begun the battle with them a year ago as the Blue Water Dragoon he had tried to protect her from all harm. He had not succeeded during battle but outside of it he was always there to guide her and comfort her when Shirley was not.
Tomorrow though, he might not be able to protect the girl tomorrow. The fact that she might die made Belzac more afraid then his own death could. In his large hands he held the small carving she had made for him. It was of the Water Dragon, Regole. Damia had given it to him half a year ago, on his birthday. She was such a kind, sweet girl. She should not have been a Dragoon, she should have been a simple person who would not have to fight and kill people. She did not deserve the pain that brought.
"Thinking about someone?" Syuveil asked from behind him. Belzac turned around and looked at the man. His long, dark blond hair was waving in the wind and, as always, he carried a book tucked under his arm. "Judging by what you are holding I would say it was Damia and not Shirley for once."
Belzac nodded as he tucked the wooden figure back into his pocket. "You are correct as usual Syuveil," he said. "I was thinking about Damia. About how I think she should not be a part of this at all. She is too kind and caring and innocent for all the death and mayhem."
Syuveil nodded his head, dark eyes thoughtful. "But she also wants freedom for the humans, liberation from the Winglies. She fights for what she believes in, as we all do." His voice was distant as he looked towards the east where they had flown.
"Why is it so quiet over here?" Zieg asked as he walked among them. As usually his hair was a mess. "I came to get you so that we could celebrate!"
"And what exactly are we supposed to celebrate?" Kanzas sneered. He had heard talking outside of his door and come out to see what it was about. "Tomorrow is the day we go to Kadessa and end it all, there is nothing to celebrate."
"There is too something to celebrate," Zieg said stubbornly. "We are still alive after more then a year of this war. We are winning! We will defeat the Winglies and humans will never again have to live under their rule!"
Belzac looked at Zieg in amazement. Despite all that could happen the man was still trying to hope for the best. "Yes," Syuveil said suddenly. "Let's go and celebrate. The girls are doing it and we should too. There is no point in spending the entire day and night worrying about tomorrow."
Kanzas actually smiled, a real smile and not a sadistic one. "I'm ready to do something fun," he said. "If I'm going to die tomorrow then damn it I'm going to go out with a blast!"
Zieg slung one arm around Kanzas's shoulder and another about Syuveil's. "Come on Belzac," he encouraged. "Let's go and have some fun." Together the four men started off down the stairs.
"Might as well," Kanzas said with a shrug. "And if anybody says a thing wrong then I guess they can die a little earlier then they ever thought they would. Another death on my hands would not be a bad thing at all."
Belzac glared at Kanzas, he had never really like the man very much but he was an ally. "I think that you should keep your fists to yourself today," he said coldly. "And not kill anyone unless they are threatening someone and need to be taken care of."
"I have an idea," Syuveil said, casting glances back at Belzac and then over at Kanzas. "How about we all keep our tempers in rein? The last thing we need right now is a fight among allies. We really do not need that at all."
Belzac know what Syuveil wasn't saying. He did not want him to hurt Kanzas. Belzac was considerably larger then Kanzas, then all human men, and quite a bit stronger. As a half-giganto Belzac had learned a long time ago to keep his temper in rein. But Kanzas had a way of setting him off quicker then anyone else had ever been able to. "I will keep my temper tonight Syuveil," he promised.
"As will I," Kanzas agreed reluctantly. "But if anyone needs to be killed then I get to be the one to take care of it."
"Agreed," Zieg said.
"Agreed," Syuveil and Belzac said at the same time.
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((So there is the first part and I know it is short but I just wanted to type it out so that I could get them all going to where they are going and the next chapter will deal with where they go. Maybe the one after too, but probably not.))
DISCLAIMER: This is only going in here once. I don't own Legend of Dragoon or any of its characters but that ones that I made up are mine so I do own them.
The red-eyed girl sat at the window with her legs drawn up to her chest tightly. Her silky turquoise blue hair was dripping wet, as was the rest of her body. It always was though; she hated to be completely dry and almost never was. That was why her room was like it was, almost completely covered in water. It reminded her of her home, made her feel more comfortable then anywhere else ever could. Except, perhaps, for the ocean. But that was so far away that she could not simply go there whenever she wanted too.
Instead of a flat floor it was made of circles upon circles, the edges always sticking up above the water that covered the floor like a sort of walkway. All but two of the circles held only eight inches of water. The one where the girl slept was two feet deep. The largest circle was eight feet deep, deep enough for the girl to relax completely in it. Where she sat, by the window, was an elevated half-circle and only six inches deep.
"I still do not understand why you had a room with a bunch of water-filled circles made," a light female voice said from the doorway. "You could have simply made it a big pool."
The red-eyed girl turned and a smile bloomed on her face. "Hello to you as well Shirley," she said in her water-like voice. "I have explained it to you before. The circles are soothing and remind me of my home. A simple pool would not be as well. Not to mention the fact that I am a half-mermaid and I hate being far from water. What made you come to my room today? I would have thought you would be spending the day with Belzac."
Shirley gingerly picked her way across to the only dry spot in the room, a couch beside the window. After she had sat down and placed her silver bow beside her she said in a quiet voice, "Because you know what tomorrow is Damia. I thought that you might wish to visit your family today, as you haven't seen them in around a year."
Damia's head whipped around quickly, tears filled her eyes and streamed down her face. Mention of her family always did that to her, she missed them so much. Shirley reached out and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I am sorry if I caused you pain," she said gently. "If you do not want to do that then will you spend the day with me?"
Damia turned back and nodded as Shirley wiped the tears off her face. "You would spend the day with me?" she asked, her eyes starting to brighten. Shirley nodded and began to smile. "Then come with me to see my family. Then we can party until tomorrow comes!"
Shirley laughed as Damia did a dive off the window into the deepest pool, not even a ripple marred the surface. This was the Damia she knew, a happy go-lucky girl. Not the depressed one she had seen in the past few days. This was exactly what the girl needed to make her feel like her old self again.
When Damia came out of the water she grabbed her large hammer and skipped over the edges of the circles to the door. "Are you coming or what Shirley?" she asked over her shoulder. "This was all your idea after all." And I am not going to do this alone, she thought. No matter what anyone says none of them know what we are going to see. Even thought she was having darker thoughts then normal her face still gave off the impression of her typical joy.
Shaking her head Shirley started towards the door. Damia thought that maybe if she played a little prank like she always did then Shirley would never expect that there was anything wrong with her. So, the girl picked up a small piece of wood from just outside her door and threw it directly at Shirley's left foot just as she lifted her right. "Damia!" Shirley shrieked as she fell into the water. The girl doubled over laughing but when Shirley popped back up to the surface the young girl darted out the door.
Outside Damia leaned against the door, clutching her sides as she laughed. Not only had making Shirley fall convinced the older woman that she was back to normal, it had actually made Damia feel much better. "What is so funny now young lady?" someone asked from the other side of the door. "And where is Shirley?"
Damia looked over and grinned brightly at Rose just as Shirley stomped out of the room. She looked terrible, her red hair was drenched and all messed up. Her emerald green eyes were flashing fire at the grinning girl. Rose's hand flew up to her mouth as a laugh escaped her. Shirley whirled around and placed her hands on her hips. "And what do you think is so funny, Miss. Rose?" she demanded. Rose simply shook her head and began to laugh out loud. "And you," she said turning to Damia. But when she saw Damia rolling on the ground in laughter she couldn't help but grin herself. "At least when we fly I'll dry off well," she grumbled as a bright gold-silver light surrounded her, it was as though a thousand leaves covered her body. When they cleared she was floating above their heads, as the Light Dragoon. "Well come on and change, the sooner you do the sooner we leave."
Rose nodded and immediately a dark purple orb laced through with others colors appeared. When she was in her armor she looked down at Damia. "Come on and change Damia," she said. "So that we can be on our way. If the people see us flying then their courage will be ignited and they will hold stronger tomorrow."
Damia instantly stopped laughing and stood up as an icy-blue light surrounded her body. When it was gone she was flying level with Shirley and Rose. "You were urging me to come," she said as she zoomed off. "And yet you are still behind me!" Laughing she flew circles and loops around the two older woman, twirling her hammer and singing as she did.
"I'm so glad that she is back to normal," Shirley told Rose. "It was far too depressing to see her sad and thinking of death."
"Yeah," Rose said as Damia dropped her hammer and had to zoom downwards to get it. "I miss her being like this." After all, the thought of what could happen tomorrow had her own stomach tied in knots. It was hard to imagine what it had done to a young girl like Damia.
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Belzac watched as Rose, Shirley, and Damia took off into the sky. A smile grew upon his large face when he saw Damia flying like she always had before. Shirley must have done something to break her out of the depression that she had been in before. The girl deserved to have a day of fun before tomorrow came. "Poor Damia," he said, as the three figures became specks in the sky. All of the Dragoons, even Kanzas at times, looked after Damia like a daughter because she was so young. Only thirteen when she had begun to fight with them.
But out of all the Dragoons Belzac and Shirley watched after Damia the most. For Belzac she was like the daughter he had never had. Ever since she had begun the battle with them a year ago as the Blue Water Dragoon he had tried to protect her from all harm. He had not succeeded during battle but outside of it he was always there to guide her and comfort her when Shirley was not.
Tomorrow though, he might not be able to protect the girl tomorrow. The fact that she might die made Belzac more afraid then his own death could. In his large hands he held the small carving she had made for him. It was of the Water Dragon, Regole. Damia had given it to him half a year ago, on his birthday. She was such a kind, sweet girl. She should not have been a Dragoon, she should have been a simple person who would not have to fight and kill people. She did not deserve the pain that brought.
"Thinking about someone?" Syuveil asked from behind him. Belzac turned around and looked at the man. His long, dark blond hair was waving in the wind and, as always, he carried a book tucked under his arm. "Judging by what you are holding I would say it was Damia and not Shirley for once."
Belzac nodded as he tucked the wooden figure back into his pocket. "You are correct as usual Syuveil," he said. "I was thinking about Damia. About how I think she should not be a part of this at all. She is too kind and caring and innocent for all the death and mayhem."
Syuveil nodded his head, dark eyes thoughtful. "But she also wants freedom for the humans, liberation from the Winglies. She fights for what she believes in, as we all do." His voice was distant as he looked towards the east where they had flown.
"Why is it so quiet over here?" Zieg asked as he walked among them. As usually his hair was a mess. "I came to get you so that we could celebrate!"
"And what exactly are we supposed to celebrate?" Kanzas sneered. He had heard talking outside of his door and come out to see what it was about. "Tomorrow is the day we go to Kadessa and end it all, there is nothing to celebrate."
"There is too something to celebrate," Zieg said stubbornly. "We are still alive after more then a year of this war. We are winning! We will defeat the Winglies and humans will never again have to live under their rule!"
Belzac looked at Zieg in amazement. Despite all that could happen the man was still trying to hope for the best. "Yes," Syuveil said suddenly. "Let's go and celebrate. The girls are doing it and we should too. There is no point in spending the entire day and night worrying about tomorrow."
Kanzas actually smiled, a real smile and not a sadistic one. "I'm ready to do something fun," he said. "If I'm going to die tomorrow then damn it I'm going to go out with a blast!"
Zieg slung one arm around Kanzas's shoulder and another about Syuveil's. "Come on Belzac," he encouraged. "Let's go and have some fun." Together the four men started off down the stairs.
"Might as well," Kanzas said with a shrug. "And if anybody says a thing wrong then I guess they can die a little earlier then they ever thought they would. Another death on my hands would not be a bad thing at all."
Belzac glared at Kanzas, he had never really like the man very much but he was an ally. "I think that you should keep your fists to yourself today," he said coldly. "And not kill anyone unless they are threatening someone and need to be taken care of."
"I have an idea," Syuveil said, casting glances back at Belzac and then over at Kanzas. "How about we all keep our tempers in rein? The last thing we need right now is a fight among allies. We really do not need that at all."
Belzac know what Syuveil wasn't saying. He did not want him to hurt Kanzas. Belzac was considerably larger then Kanzas, then all human men, and quite a bit stronger. As a half-giganto Belzac had learned a long time ago to keep his temper in rein. But Kanzas had a way of setting him off quicker then anyone else had ever been able to. "I will keep my temper tonight Syuveil," he promised.
"As will I," Kanzas agreed reluctantly. "But if anyone needs to be killed then I get to be the one to take care of it."
"Agreed," Zieg said.
"Agreed," Syuveil and Belzac said at the same time.
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((So there is the first part and I know it is short but I just wanted to type it out so that I could get them all going to where they are going and the next chapter will deal with where they go. Maybe the one after too, but probably not.))