Sythe's Legend
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This is my first fanfic. Well, at least the first one I've taken seriously. Many thanks to Himaco, who has been a constant inspiration to me, both in this work and in others. Review if you want, more chapters are coming.
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Disclaimer-MegaMan is not mine. Him and everything associated with him belongs to Capcom. Who can't even bother to fix little errors in their instruction manuals. (grumble)
Chapter 1
-Intro-
In this world, covered in water, there exist many legends. Tales of mighty heroes performing great deeds for the sake of the world and all its people. Often overlooked, however, are the exploits of those brave souls which have very little, if any, impact on the world at all.
One particularly brave soul is about to tell such a story.
Mark Sythe could be described as a strange person who chose a strange occupation. At the fresh age of seventeen, he already had a full head of messy white hair, countless scars across his chest and left arm, and a cybernetic right arm. His pained gray eyes were fixed on the ceiling above him, as he lay motionless on the hospital bed.
He uttered, to nobody in particular, "Where am I?"
He heard a gasp, then someone running. He was trying to register these sudden sounds in his mind when the doctor came in. The doctor was a man in his mid-twenties with dark brown hair and glasses that were almost too big for his head. Mark could hear him saying something, but couldn't focus. He was still trying to remember what happened. He tried thinking simple: Something hit the airship, there was fire, then he was falling. It wasn't making sense, so he went back to his earlier thought.
"Where am I?" He asked again, this time, louder and more clearly.
The young doctor stopped talking to the nurse standing nearby and walked to his bedside. He said with obvious pity in his voice, "You're at the hospital on Nosin island. You've been asleep for nearly a week."
Mark was quiet for a moment, realized that he had survived something, and moved on to his next and last question. "Where is Claire?"
The doctor looked away and said, "We found only you, your arm completely mangled and nearly dead from blood loss. I'm sorry."
Mark clenched his one natural fist and slowly closed his eyes. The last thing he felt as he once again fell asleep was a single burning tear, rolling across his cheek.
(I await your flames. Gimme your best shot.)