Breath of Fire: The quarter moon.
The Rain poured through the quiet streets of Morlon. Recent political decisions had made sure that everybody stayed off the streets unless they could help it. Vice general Seth of the royal army stared from his window. The commander of the army and the king had been acting odd recently. Seth looked back on the day that it all changed.
*~Flashback~*
The sun shined and the weather was fantastic as the youth and his superiors rode in their carrage across the fields on winlan.
"Calm down Seth or you'll anger the king" barked the voice of Royce, the commander. Seth laughed sheepishly and scratched his head.
"Sorry sir but this is my first real mission and I just cant wait till we get some action". Seth replied voice full of energy. The king heartily laughed alongside Seth and Royce. The king was a decent ruler who showed true compassion for his people.
"Don't worry bout the young un Royce, I was like that once too if you recall? And so were you if memory serves". Seth loved these carefree days but this was the last as the carrage shook and exploded from around them.
Seth didn't remember what else happened that day but he awoke in the hospital wing of the palace with a scar running down his cheek. That day Royce and the King were never the same, they spoke in mechanical voices and they blamed the incident on the power of the dragon.
*~End Flashback~*
It always pained Seth to try and figure out what had happened that day and he filled with anger as he was the only one who noticed the change in his superiors and if he tried to bring it up he was blasted and sentenced to hard labour. He'd had enough of this so he set off for the truth grabbing his cloak on the way out.
Elsewhere at the gate of the town a stranger leapt over the walls evading the gaurds. Dropping low into an alleyway he pulled off his hood to reveal a face completely free from battle wounds yet his eyes seemed strange as one was golden. His hair shimmered in the moonlight with the pale blue. He pulled a sheet of parchment from his cloak and uttered.
"I'm finally here".
The alarms went off throughout the town and guards headed towards the palace. The blue haired stranger peered from the alleyway to find a scar faced warrior fighting off the whole fleet of guards single handed in an attempt to escape. The stranger gazed at the scar, the prophecy must be true!!!.
The stranger threw off his cloak to reveal brown travellers trousers and a white sleeveless shirt, with a sword strapped to the belt. The stranger stepped out into the street to face the guards.
"I am Ryu Miyazaki!!!!!!, I believe it's me you should be worried about !!!". The guards turned and saw who they were facing and the swords clashed on into the early hours of the morning.
How was this?????, I don't think it's the best I can do but I felt this could be a great story if I can ever figure out how the hell to put it into decent words even though it sounds great in my head hehe. Please R+R and give me any tips you feel I need.