Disclaimer: Legend of Dragoon does not belong to me, neither does this plotline. All I'm doing is putting Rose's thoughts to paper.

The Story of the Darkness Dragoon

Prologue: Past and Present

I stand at the edge of the cliff, glaring down at the forest that stretches on in front of me. A town borders the edge, a quiet dirt-road town with stone buildings. It is burning; I can see the smoke. The Sandorans must have attacked the village, for some reason that I cannot figure out.

However, my attention is not focused on my surroundings. I am searching for the Dragon.

Dragons have occupied the planet of Endiness since 11,000 years ago. I have been observing them all my life, and this one is different. Like all Dragons, he has a quick temper and a terrifying wrath. But he is more aggressive, easily angered, preying on even those that do not bother it. An unworthy Master must have influenced him.

Rocks skitter above me, but I do not flinch. By the soft furry padding of feet and the faint squeaking sounds that I can hear over the roaring of the Dragon, I can tell that it is only a Berserk Mouse, unworthy of my attention.

Where is the Dragon? I think, letting titanium-colored eyes scan the green of the tops of the trees in the forests for the jade Dragon.

Another roar pierces the silence, and the ground shakes.

I brace my feet against the rock face of the cliff, watching as the Jade Dragon stands up on six feet, resembling an insect more than a Dragon. But he is one of the oldest and most respected.

"The green-tusked Dragon, Feyrbrand." I mutter to myself, watching as the Dragon tosses its head and roars again.

Movements catch my eye on the forest floor, and there are four shapes in the Dragon's path, unintentionally. As soon as they realize that they are in the very real danger of an annoyed Dragon on the prowl, they run, very wisely.

I frown. They run, except for one, dressed unlike the other Sandoran soldiers. He seems like a commoner, only he is clad in red armor. Who is he and why does he not run from the Dragon?

The mysterious one stares at the Dragon towering over it for several seconds, not stupidly petrified with fear, but with a defiant air around him.

Run, you fool. You cannot defeat the jade Dragon. I think at him.

As if he can hear me, which is impossible, the red-clad warrior turns and runs down the path below me.

The Dragon roars and pursues.

I frown. Why is Feyrbrand like this? Why does he chase after humans who are not bothering him? If I do not intercept now, the human will die. Not that I like humans all that much, in fact, I worry about no one but myself, and with good reason. Why should I care what happens to others?

But this human...there is something different from him.

I leap off the cliff, digging the soles of my feet against the face, sliding down. I use the friction to slow my descent, and I am unafraid.

Feyrbrand is catching up to the human.

"Look out!" I yell, pushing my feet off the rock face and diving into the human, knocking him aside behind a large boulder. He struggles, possibly thinking that he is being attacked. I push him against the rock, and he struggles.

"Who are you?"

I clamp a hand over his mouth. "Shh." I hiss, and pause dramatically. "If you don't want to die."

The young man stays shut up.

Feyrbrand stops, wondering where his prey has gone, head twisting back and forth. I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. He can be poisonous if he wishes, but as of now, he does not breathe out venom.

The red-clad human is not stupid. He crouches by the boulder, keeping himself flat and small as possible. I do the same, trying to shrink my tall frame. It will not bother me if the Dragon discovers me, but the human I cannot protect if Feyrbrand discovers him.

Finally, the jade Dragon thumps off, and I wait until the pebbles do not shake before I stand, dusting myself off.

The red-clad warrior stands as well. "Thank you for saving me." he says, and I finally look at him.

Oh my gods…

He is as tall as I am, with silky dark blonde hair in several spikes, pulled away from his deep dark eyes by a band of red cloth around his forehead. He wears dark blue jeans, a brown leather belt and brown leather shoes. Red torso armor that extends on his shoulders and left arm, stopping at the knuckles and also red knee plates. His right arm is strong but slender, unarmored except for the brown leather glove with the fingertips cut off. His hand is closed around a long-bladed sword with a red and gold hilt. A well-crafted sword, I note with dull interest, a strong weapon. Overall, he does not seem too rich, is devastatingly gorgeous, an above-average fighter, and has enough brains to survive.

But those eyes...Oh gods, could it be him? He looks so much like him... so much that it makes my heart ache. But it cannot be him. It cannot.

"What the heck was that?" The warrior asks. By his voice and appearance, he seems a bit over twenty.

"A Dragon." I answer casually.

"A Dragon?!" he repeats in disbelief and awe.

"But it's strange." I continue as if he has not spoken. I toss my hair over my shoulder. "Dragons don't usually let people influence them. This one has been controlled by the humans. The village could have been destroyed without him."

"The village?" the man frowns, and then his eyes widen. "Are you talking about Seles?"

I nod. Seles is the village I saw being burned earlier.

"Then those guards must have been...!" he leaps over the boulder and begins running down the dirt path.

"There won't be anything left by now." I call after him.

"Seles is my village!" he yells back.

As he leaves, the dark violet choker that hangs around my neck begins to glow, creating a star-like brilliance around me. Far away, I can see the red pendant that he wore glow as well, with the same star shape.

I frown, dark-gray eyes widening. "Oh my god...? That man must have been a...no, that would be too coincidental... or would it?"

Tucking the pendant back under my armor, I follow the red-clad warrior.