Good day to you all! This is my first Dragon`s Dogma fanfiction, this game has captured my heart and soul, it is simply wonderful, and therefore, my artistic fingers simply could not let such a story lie. I know many hate it, but it is a pairing between the Arisen and the Main Pawn. I based those two (stupidly enough) off two characters I write about in my own personal novel, so you can say I led up to it. Anyway, I am trying to make the Arisen as little Mary Sue and/or heartless bastard/ whimpering little schoolgirl. The same goes for the pawn, I mean, we have a willpower-less nonhuman, and a newly heart-missing, freshly created warrior to pair. THAT is not an easy task. This is based on the game and the characters shall be treated thereafter, though, of course, with a couple of obvious changes. I hate to say this story will be, most probably, slow going, such as, you won`t see any "special" interaction between the pawn and arisen at least until chapter 5 or even six. It depends on how much or how detailed I write. I prefer a detailed and strong story instead of a short, lousy one. I am sort of an old school writer, although my English vocabulary is limited. My mother tongue is not English, so, henceforth, there might be some spelling mistakes, and I haven`t gotten my hands on a beta yet. If someone finds this story tasteful and want to help me, please message me. Also, at the end of each story, I will probably write about what inspired me for that particular moment, and explain what really happened, you know, for fun.

With love, iLoveMyTea 3

It was a fair morning. Like every other morning really. The salty breeze was soft and as usual, extraordinary refreshing. The sun was scorching, like every other day, the air strangely dry despite having the sea as neighbor. It was a regular day, a normal day,like any other day. She liked these days, they were so... Normal.

Two village children ran beside her, and greeted her as usually with their encouraging waving and smiles. Villagers smiled and waved, she greeted them back, a large grin on her the breeze went past her, and she slowly tucked a strand of her golden blonde hair behind her air and inhaled deeply the smell of familiar air. Here she had lived, all her life, the villagers her family, the solid, box-shaped buildings her home. For how long exactly, she didn`t know, time flew quickly around in these parts. She proceeded following the two children, only to be greeted by the suns uprising, harsh, as usual. She shielded her eyes quickly,before lowering her hand down to look at the view.

No matter what, the appearance of this place never ceased to amuse her, or bewitch her. She smiled. A sudden difference in the air hit her, and several people were gathering in front of the village gates. Two soldiers from the capital in fact, were standing broad under the archway, their swords held high, their voices loud.

"Her ye! Her ye! The prophets `ave spoken, friends! The dragon`s return is night!"

Murmurs immediately started flowing. "Dragons?" "That cannot be?" The soldier continued.

"Join the hon`rable duke`s ranks and help us be rid o` the fell beast! The day`s come to lay down rod and reel and take up the sword!"

"Rubbi`s`" A fisher muttered, voicing the meaning of many. Most of them were not even looking at the soldiers, the blond girl included. She quickly got her eyes on her sister, or, best friend, or cousin, or, whatever. All that mattered was that they had been together all their lives, playing together, growing up together. They may not be sister by blood, but by soul, they were united. Quina as well noticed her friend, and they waved energetic at each other.

But before they had even managed to drop their hands down, a strong, harsh gust of wind and sand hit them both in the eye, and they shielded them in reflects. The soldiers ceased talking, and the villagers stopped dead in their tracks. Everyone's eyes were directed to the sea. Seconds ticked by, Quina ran up to her friend and stood closely beside her. She was obviously scared.

A villager, gosh, he looked like he had witnessed the opening of hells gates themselves, ran up the hill and over to the spectators. He was sweating and panting like crazy. He pointed up to the sky.

"IT`S-IT`S, IT`S THE DRAGON!"

Gasps of disbelief filled the air, and Quina looked wide eyed at her friend. It could not be? Before Quina could do anything else, her friend ran along with several other villagers, the soldiers included, down to the beach. And the sight they met, neither of them, those who were lucky enough to tell the tale, would never, never, be able to forget about it. A dragon. A grand, blood-red, enormous dragon, came flying through the thin clouds,and was heading directly towards the village.

The blonde one almost shrieked in shock, and was frozen stiff in wonder. It came so close, she could count the numer of spikes upon its back, as it left out a powerful roar and flapped its powerful wings, large and solid enough to break the port apart, sending bits and pieces of wood and rock flying all over the beach. Somewhere behind the villagers on the shore, a large crash exploded through the air, as one of the pieces crashed and smashed into the buildings.

Then, the dragon landed into the sea. Panic overtook them all, shrieking and screaming the all took into sprint, man and children alike. The soldiers dropped their weapons and fled, their oldest human emotion taking over, commanding them to flee.

The blonde one fled too, but not for long, another human emotion taking over. How dared that dragon endanger er kin? How dared that dragon attack her village, her people, her friends? Filled with this overflowing feeling of rage and determination, she spun around and grabbed a hold of the soldiers sword, laying in the sand. Gritting her teeth, inhaling shortly, she hastily made her way back to the shore.

She could only gasp in horror. The dragon had reached the white, dry sands of the shore already, and several villagers fell either dead or wounded upon the sand, gasping and begging for mercy and help. The dragon then proceeded to blast its powerful fireblast towards her, and she barely managed to avoid it, jumping to the side, feeling it graze her slightly. She had never held a sword before, but so be it! Sprinting towards it head fist, her mind went slightly blank as she grabbed a hold of the dragons front claws, climbing up its scales as quickly as she could. Finally finding foothold, just near its elbow, she begun slashing wildly at it, putting all her arms strength into piercing the dragons tough skin. But no matter how much she slashed, or hacked or stabbed, it didn`t even make a scratch. It quickly shooed her off simply by taking a step forward, although, pumped with adrenalin, she quickly retaliated, and prepared to throw her sword into the dragons chest.

And it hit her flat-handed in a single strike, sending her flying across the sands.

The hit the ground hard, several times in fact, smashing her head. When her body finally stopped moving, she could barely see the sky anymore, the air in her lungs knocked out and her head pounding in agony. She couldn`t even coff, so much was the pain to bear.

It was so much, she didn`t notice her sword falling from the dragons grasp, she didn`t notice the dragons milky-white eyes turn red as fire, and she barely, just barely, noticed it coming towards her, step by step, its weight shaking the ground as it went.

Slowly, she started opening her eyes, only to stand face to face with the red nemesis. To her surprise, it begun speaking in an unknown tounge, its eyes almost hiding a smile and it harshly hit its tail unto the ground. It moved its eyes closer, as if to inspect her, and the blonde one barely managed to lift her head up too bring forth a grimace filled with malice and hatred. Then, it begun lifting its claw, directing one, large claw directly at her, as it kept speaking its unknown language. Now fear begun to overtake her, but her treacherous body refused to move, as it moved closer, and closer to her chest.

Pain.

She gasped loudly in blood-wreathing agony as her chest was burst open, and she literally lifted from the ground from the impact. The sun hit her eyes and all she saw was white. She harshly met the ground, feeling her blood mix with the sea water, and the red drenching the sandy white sand. The dragon lifted its claw, her still beating heart attached to its tip. It brought it closer to its face. It begun talking yet again, a pleasing tune to it, as if strangely satisfied, as the heart started glowing. The blonde one twitched in unfamiliar pain, as she, with her last willpower, desperately reached for her stolen heart, only to witness the last sounds of her heartbeat, and the sight of the dragon opening its mouth, and swallowing her heart whole. The last thing she saw, was her own hand falling from view, and the great dragon smiling at her, before everything went black.

Quina ran as fast as her legs could bear her towards the shore. She had seen her friend take arms against the dragon. She prayed she was not injured, she prayed she wasn`t dead. She quickly noticed the familiar locks of hair from her friend laying like a halo around her head, and she quickly crouched down beside her. Her clothes were drenched in blood, ans she had a large scar across her chest. Placing her hand above her mouth, she was shocked to feel the familiar feeling of a persons breath. Weak, but still there. She shouted out; "Help me! She`s still alive!" and then witnessed her friend painfully trying to lift herself up, before lying back down into the soft sand. Some villagers came running towards her. "You`re gonna get help! Don`t leave me! Don`t die!-

-Kendrya!"