This is it people. In spite of the warnings from tried and failed previous fics, I, SPG inc, am attempting a Dark Chronicle novelisation. Won't be completed for some years I'm afraid, but I'll do my best.
Dark Chronicle
Prologue: Future
The ornate suit of armor was a magnificent work of art, yet boring. The impressive workmanship was impractical and only for show, while the designs on the metal could only hold the attention of an experienced artist for more than a few seconds. The armor stood empty and impassive in the grand stone hallway, indifferent to the lightening outside, and to the ominous rumbles and crashes and flashes of light in the distance, and to the figures that were sprinting past.
The young princess ran as fast as she could, desperate to escape the vile creatures pursuing her. Her long, fire red hair tumbled about behind her as she ran with the energy that only a person fighting for their life could muster. As she turned a corner in the hallway she saw a door on the left side of the hallway that had been left open ajar. Although she kept running, her face paled in horrified realisation.
"What?" She cried "Those monsters are in my father's room! Father!"
She ran even harder, determined to get to the room, but she never made it. When she was just ten feet away a nearby window shattered as something jumped through it. The girl stopped dead as another creature joined the first, both of them of the same species as her pursuers. They were tall and thin, with crimson skin on their top halves and black below, claws the size of walrus teeth and disgustingly large, lizard like eyes set in their lower torsos.
The princess looked around herself. She was surrounded by four Griffin soldiers, and any moment now they would...
When a pair of the enemies leapt to attack she dived against the wall. Another one jumped at the cornered young woman, streaking its powerful bladed arms downwards. She darted away from the wall and seized a royal sword from one of the suits of armor. She spun round, lashing the blade so hard the sheath flew off and hit the nearest enemy on the upper body, and before it could recover the sword was stuck between it's eyes. It squealed pitifully before sinking into a lifeless crouch. Instantly the second soldier was engaged in a vicious dual. The Amazon parried and dodged, letting the enemy take the offensive. After a few seconds the thing overreached and the sword chopped down on it's exposed arm. Before the three limbed soldier could scream it was cut in half.
There was no chance to take a breath. A Griffin soldier dived. The girl rolled. The monster landed on top of her. It tried to use it's claws but found itself lifted into the air. The thing was light by human standards, but the princess still strained and stumbled under it's weight, so it was a relief when slammed against the window sill and allowed the soldier to tumble out the window and down to a messy death. That left one more.
It hesitated, uncertain after seeing the fate of his companions. That was it's undoing. The princess held out her left arm and a fireball erupted from the armlet just under her shoulder and travelled down her arm till it soured from her hand and smothered the Griffin soldier. It happened so fast the thing took a moment to realise it was dying.
The girl hadn't waited to see the last soldier's fate. A flash of light had come from the direction of her father's room and once again she ran towards it, sword in hand.
When she reached the door she stopped and listened. There was no sound. She forced the doors open, ready to fight. And then she froze.
A man stood in the centre of the room, but it was not her father. He was six- nearly seven foot tall, and had thick, pure white hair. He wore a black cape with two large purple stripes at the bottom and one in the middle, each one boarded with gold.
Before she could move, the figure casually turned his head and looked at her. Two long braids of hair fell down past the tanned face and onto the chest that was covered by a white vest and bandoliers, while his arms and legs were garbed in what looked like red Griffin soldier skin. He was obviously not human. He was as thin as the dead soldiers outside and had sharply pointed ears that were swept back. His eyes were pale grey and had pupils that were slightly larger than normal, and there were strange symbols on his forehead that weren't painted or burnt on, but were actually grown there.
The man smiled wickedly and chuckled at the girl in the doorway, before he turned away again and walked into a portal of blue that appeared from nowhere and then disappeared again, taking the stranger with it.
The girl, however, wasn't concentrating on him anymore. She was looking at the second figure lying on the floor.
The figure was still.
The figure was silent.
It was her father.
She dropped her sword and walked slowly towards him, astonishment turning gradually into despair.
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So here it is. Hope you like it. Please review and feel free to offer any ideas, suggestions or requests you may have. I'm afraid the next chapter will be a loooong time, so please bear with me