I Will Never Forget
Chapter One – My Eyes
Disclaimer – Squaresoft owns Seiken Densetsu 3. I don't. It's not fair! *sob*
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Two figures walked silently through a mist filled cavern. The only sounds being the swift movements of their feet and the cries. Occasionally there would be a sudden roar in the distance. The cavern would shake with the very impact of the unearthly sounds. Regardless, the two figures moved on, completely ignoring the sounds.
Huge stalactites hanged from the ceilings, dripping a red liquid. The water hugs the very tips of the stalactites and yearned to free itself of its prison. Was it water or was it blood?
Shining crystals broke through the surface of the cavern floor, providing a jagged surface for the two figures to walk on. Yet they somehow made no sound as they crossed by. Sometimes, a lone stone would break off from the earth, fracturing into tiny shards of red crystal.
The silence was frightening.
The structure of the cave itself was somewhat ghastly. Slime and blood covered half of its surface. Shadows filled where the former had missed. The cavern isn't a cave; it was more of a . . . hole.
That's what it is, a hole.
Seeing the two figures walk past, the shadows left their home in the walls and followed; preying very close behind. Breaking off completely from its shelter, it took the form of a beast. Curved claws formed glimmering with shadows. The head revealing twin orbs of nothingness. Eyes. The head soon curved out in creation of a pillar. Black daggers coated this pillar in uneven rows. Teeth. Streaks of makings slashed through its face, if you would call it a face, ending on the back of this shadow. Demonic wings exploded out and the dragon was ready.
Yes, this was a hole, a hole of nothing but torture and screams of its victims. That was all it needs to live. Dragon's Hole.
It lunged.
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In a split second the drake caught one of the figures on the arm, tossing him into a nearby wall. Screeching, it flew forward and went for the kill, only to meet the edge of the figure's sword. Momentarily blinded, it winced, and flew back. It was anything but retreating.
"Duran! Are you alright?!?"
Nodding slightly towards his companion, Duran, the figure with the sword stood up and ran straight for the chanting dragon.
His sword, the Deathbringer, reflected much of the swordsman's soul. Dark and hidden, it changed with every spirit it corrupted. The man wielding it was young. Hardly what anyone would call an adult, Duran was only seventeen. His long crimson hair flew back over his shoulders, held together by a skull headband. The duelist reached the dragon and swept the Deathbringer back to slice its throat. If only he was a bit faster. Even a small bit and the beheaded dragon would lay lifeless on the ground, rather than blasting Duran with thunder.
Shit, he thought as he sidestepped and attempt to evade the huge lightning bolts that shot from the heavens. The dragon wasted no time and began to plunge into the distracted swordsman.
At this moment, Duran's companion decided to join in. Closing her eyes, she chanted a few words of her own as rainbow energy vibrate from her body. Opening them, she smiled, before effortlessly shot a beam of light aiming straight for the shadow drake.
The shaft of light struck it on its chest and pummeled it back into a pool of black red water. Dazed as he is, Duran stood up and brought his blade deep into the monster's heart. With one swing, the Deathbringer kissed its insides. The dragon's eyes clouded over and its body sunk into the pool's depths, releasing a stream of scarlet blood.
Dizzy and sweating like hell itself, Duran staggered, threatening to fall unconscious any minute. His companion quickly rushed over and helped him to his feet. Mouthing thanks, Duran promptly fainted.
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She had come to hate this place, this hell hole that would never stay silent. Whenever they had thought they discovered just about everything there is to Dragon's Hole, the cursed cave would throw one of its "surprises" right at their faces. Sighing deeply, Angela dragged Duran's unconscious body across the cavern floor to the far corner where she hoped the surprises wouldn't come just yet.
I hate this place
I hate myself
I hate my life
I hate YOU!!
Standing up Angela brushed her violet hair to her back. It was, needled to say, a mess. Throwing her staff down, she reached into Duran's coat, fished out healing items, and began tending to his wounds. She had never been able to do this before, to be a sort of nurse. She had always been a . . . spoiled, selfish, little brat. That's what you get for being princesses these days.
Angela rolled up Duran's sleeves and applied a healing oil, Poto Oil as it was called, to his flesh. The gash across the length of his arm absorbed the healing matter and began the recovery process. Angela tore a strip of cloth from her shirt and bandaged Duran's arm.
As if it wasn't short enough already.
And short it was. Angela's lavender clothing isn't the type of garment to wear on a cold day. Or even a hot summer day for that matter. To put it simply, it was partially that which made Carlie call Angela "slutty girl".
This is all HIS fault.
If it wasn't for HIM we would not be stuck her searching for . . .
WHAT THE HELL ARE WE LOOKING FOR??
She had not realized she spoke this out loud. The Archmage's mellow voice echoed throughout the whole cavern. She held her breathe and waited for what to come.
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Flash. In a matter of seconds, the whole cave was literally crawling with those shadow dragons. Inwardly, Angela was sick. Outwardly, she glared at the huge mass of whatnot. Inwardly she screamed for her knight to wake up. Wait. What did she just call him? Neater less whether it was her silent wishes or the strength of the Poto Oil, Duran stood to his feet.
Shit, he thought. This was not his kind of day.
"What the hell did you do, Angela?!?"
Her sad face stared right at him. Emerald eyes met Duran's sapphire ones. Without a word, Angela picked up her staff, Duran, his sword, and both began switching to a crude attacking stance.
Duran, as usual, ran straight for his enemies. Slashing this way and slicing that way, he instantly wiped out a few ranks of the shadow dragons.
Angela, in the meantime, was busy reciting a few ancient words. The Archmage's body glowed a sharp, white light repelling all that tried attacking her. Finishing her spell, Angela held out her hand as white orbs of energy spread forth, hitting a large section of the drakes. A traditional "Holy Ball" spell. Looking for her Duran, the Archmage smiled in her heart when she saw him gritting his teeth in attempt to block several dozen claws from slaughtering him.
He has such a nice body. Great eyes, cute face, strong arms . . .
But he'll never forgive me. Not after what Athena did to him.
No. It wasn't your fault. You weren't there when Koren attacked Forcena.
Koren.
Angela's thoughts were soon forgotten as enormous claws slashed her across her back. If it wasn't for the Archmage's lightning reflexes, she would have been lying on the floor with her last breath.
Duran saw what had happened.
Shit! She shouldn't be pausing like that. She knows what would happen if she stop even for a second. There's several hundred bastards here trying to murder us!!
Why was she stopping and staring at me!?!?
It took Duran a few seconds to comprehend what he just thought. Staring at me . . . Blocking a blow from behind and dicing the one that threw it, Duran grinned after hearing a surprised scream.
You love her, don't you? Duran's unconscious asked.
His silence told everything.
"There's no way to stop these things!!" Angela's voice threw him back into reality.
"Get out of the way!" answered Duran.
Nodding her understanding, Angela jabbed all nearby foes before taking a leap overhead and landing alongside Duran.
Duran already headed straight towards the center of the room. His body glowed before he instantly began spinning in a full a circle around his enemies. The drakes felt the raw power of his "Whirlwind Sword" technique. Finishing off, Duran ran back and ripped apart a stray shadow he missed. It was over.
Together, Duran and Angela resumed their journey into the depths of Dragon's Hole. Never pausing to hear the muffled screams of the dying drakes they had killed. Stopping before a tunnel, Angela took a deep breath before heading in, Duran right behind her. She remembered what they were looking for.
Koren