Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend of Dragoon or its characters. I only own
the original characters and the plot, so please don't sue me!
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a TloD fic, so, please R/R!
Chapter One
In the aftermath of the destruction of the body of the Virage Embryo, Charle recovered all the Dragoon Spirits to be guarded in Ulara. Gathering all the Winglies in her city, she cast the same spell of immortality upon them as she did to Rose's choker. It was now that whoever possessed the Dragoon Spirits would never die, and be able to forever defend Endiness.
A young woman named Andreziana sat with her friends in a bar in Kazaz. The motley crew consisted of a dark-haired and eyed Human martial artist from Rogue, Katrina, a Human white-haired and silver-eyed archer named Adrina, a Giganto axe-wielder named Seina, a flame-haired, green-eyed elven female who was constantly armed with a spear, Autumn, a cheerful Wingly who acted nothing like her name, which was Winter, and two Human swordswomen, Summer, a blonde and blue-eyed beauty whose love of fire earned her nick-name of Pyro, and Andreziana herself. They called her "Dark Ice" for her looks and tendency to be very cold to everyone. She had jet- black hair and midnight blue eyes. Her skin was pale white and she always, without fail, wore her black armor and carried her sword, Shadow Flame, with her.
"Hey, Autumn! Pass me some of that ale!" Katrina yelled at her.
Autumn looked her straight in the eye and said, "Kat, you're drunk. You don't need any more."
"For the last time, I am not drunk…" At this, Kat passed out.
Summer snorted. "I knew she was drunk….That girl just CANNOT handle a good ale."
"You know what she's been through lately….She deserves a chance to get thoroughly drunk."
"Oh, shut up, Rina." Summer glared at her and took a long swig of the world-famous Kazaz spirits.
"How many times have I told you take my name is not Rina! It's ADRINA!!!" Rina was completely pissed off, which she often was, where Summer was concerned.
"Quiet. Both of you." Ziana looked up at them and they immediately shut up. Ziana was their good friend, but with time, you learned to listen when she used that tone of voice. "Now. All of you need to get some rest, what with us traveling to Ulara tomorrow." She calmly stood up. "I don't want you exhausted traveling through the desert. That can be very dangerous. Now, I bid you all goodnight." With that, she walked quietly into her room, closing the door behind her. One-by-one, they all got up and followed suit.
Dart and Shana, along with their son, Damien, and two daughters, Claire and Shayla, were staying in Kazaz to judge the success of the magic project. Albert had specifically asked this of them, so they could hardly refuse. Plus, it was a good chance to get out of Seles.
"Hey, Damien, catch!" Shayla, who looked exactly like her mother, threw a pillow at her older brother. Not being fast enough, Dart's son, who happened to look a lot like him, got hit in the head. Shayla started giggling like crazy, enough to make Claire, the oldest who looked and acted surprisingly like her namesake, poke her head through the door.
"Damien, you're going to have to learn how to catch if you don't want to get beat up by that nine year old sister of ours." She laughed quietly.
Damien scowled fiercely at his sister and refused to say a thing.
"Kids?" The siblings heard their mother's voice travel down the hall. "You guys need to go to bed…."
"'Night, Mom." Was the simultaneous reply from all the children.
Though she had told her friends to get some well needed sleep, Ziana found that she herself couldn't find any. She was anxious about the mysterious summons to Ulara, wondering what in the world Charle Frahma would want with her. She suddenly heard a rustling in the bushes and went to investigate.
Damien had been watching the darkly beautiful girl for some time, trying to get the nerve to go and talk to her. Then, the next thing he knew, he was on the business end of a sword and being stared at by the very girl, no, woman he had been admiring. In a low melancholy voice, she said, "What are you doing here?"
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a TloD fic, so, please R/R!
Chapter One
In the aftermath of the destruction of the body of the Virage Embryo, Charle recovered all the Dragoon Spirits to be guarded in Ulara. Gathering all the Winglies in her city, she cast the same spell of immortality upon them as she did to Rose's choker. It was now that whoever possessed the Dragoon Spirits would never die, and be able to forever defend Endiness.
A young woman named Andreziana sat with her friends in a bar in Kazaz. The motley crew consisted of a dark-haired and eyed Human martial artist from Rogue, Katrina, a Human white-haired and silver-eyed archer named Adrina, a Giganto axe-wielder named Seina, a flame-haired, green-eyed elven female who was constantly armed with a spear, Autumn, a cheerful Wingly who acted nothing like her name, which was Winter, and two Human swordswomen, Summer, a blonde and blue-eyed beauty whose love of fire earned her nick-name of Pyro, and Andreziana herself. They called her "Dark Ice" for her looks and tendency to be very cold to everyone. She had jet- black hair and midnight blue eyes. Her skin was pale white and she always, without fail, wore her black armor and carried her sword, Shadow Flame, with her.
"Hey, Autumn! Pass me some of that ale!" Katrina yelled at her.
Autumn looked her straight in the eye and said, "Kat, you're drunk. You don't need any more."
"For the last time, I am not drunk…" At this, Kat passed out.
Summer snorted. "I knew she was drunk….That girl just CANNOT handle a good ale."
"You know what she's been through lately….She deserves a chance to get thoroughly drunk."
"Oh, shut up, Rina." Summer glared at her and took a long swig of the world-famous Kazaz spirits.
"How many times have I told you take my name is not Rina! It's ADRINA!!!" Rina was completely pissed off, which she often was, where Summer was concerned.
"Quiet. Both of you." Ziana looked up at them and they immediately shut up. Ziana was their good friend, but with time, you learned to listen when she used that tone of voice. "Now. All of you need to get some rest, what with us traveling to Ulara tomorrow." She calmly stood up. "I don't want you exhausted traveling through the desert. That can be very dangerous. Now, I bid you all goodnight." With that, she walked quietly into her room, closing the door behind her. One-by-one, they all got up and followed suit.
Dart and Shana, along with their son, Damien, and two daughters, Claire and Shayla, were staying in Kazaz to judge the success of the magic project. Albert had specifically asked this of them, so they could hardly refuse. Plus, it was a good chance to get out of Seles.
"Hey, Damien, catch!" Shayla, who looked exactly like her mother, threw a pillow at her older brother. Not being fast enough, Dart's son, who happened to look a lot like him, got hit in the head. Shayla started giggling like crazy, enough to make Claire, the oldest who looked and acted surprisingly like her namesake, poke her head through the door.
"Damien, you're going to have to learn how to catch if you don't want to get beat up by that nine year old sister of ours." She laughed quietly.
Damien scowled fiercely at his sister and refused to say a thing.
"Kids?" The siblings heard their mother's voice travel down the hall. "You guys need to go to bed…."
"'Night, Mom." Was the simultaneous reply from all the children.
Though she had told her friends to get some well needed sleep, Ziana found that she herself couldn't find any. She was anxious about the mysterious summons to Ulara, wondering what in the world Charle Frahma would want with her. She suddenly heard a rustling in the bushes and went to investigate.
Damien had been watching the darkly beautiful girl for some time, trying to get the nerve to go and talk to her. Then, the next thing he knew, he was on the business end of a sword and being stared at by the very girl, no, woman he had been admiring. In a low melancholy voice, she said, "What are you doing here?"