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OWN LOD, I DON'T CLAIM TO! However, these characters came from MY
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Now that I've scared away all the lawer people, the rest of you can read my fic. Please, don't complain, cause I wrote it, I like it, and you can't do a thing about it. But don't forget to review!
Prologue-A Dragon's Bit
They all looked down at the ever-shifting waters, watching silently as their Dragoon Stones sank into the depths of the sea, never to be seen again-Or so they believed. They never imagined that this fathomless chasm could possibly be churned enough that the stones would be washed ashore once more. Of course, they forgot, or never knew, about the last sea- dragon. That net sank further, and further, until it landed upon the large, sleek scales of that dragon. The touch of the stones awakened him, and one deep blue eye shot open. He knew, however, that time was not yet ripe to return to the world above the ocean, and needed to bide his time a bit longer...But a bit to dragons, is an age to humans...
Chapter One-The Dragons' Call
She heard the gasps, knowing that they had never seen anyone dance before. The amazing rush that the music sent through her soon drown all thought, and she became another piece in the music, slowly moving, then speeding up, and soon, she was telling the tale of her ancestors in dance. They rose from the earth, battling side by side with dragons, against the Winglies. Then centuries later, Dragoons were born again, and against all odds, prevented the destruction of the world...She moved faster, the rush of the battle, the pain of the strikes; she felt them, felt them all...This was the tale they called a child's fancy...Humans can't fly...And Dragons died long, long ago. She would find proof one day...She would become the Red Warrior. Her many times-great-grandfather was known as that...Dart. He eventually married Shana, and had children...Shana gave her diary to her youngest daughter, and so it went...Until it reached her. She grew up alone, with only this diary for a guide. Every woman that had ever held it had continued the story, until it came to her mother's. The pages were blank. She could see herself flipping through them in her mind's eye, the tears that began to fall as she realized her mother hadn't lived long enough to write her tale for her daughter; she had died fighting. With that, Katari stopped dancing, and her eyes opened. She smiled as she saw the younger girls clap, gazing at her with a respectful awe. At that, she turned, and walked off, back into the room she had to sleep in, waiting to be called out by the faculty, back straight, head held high.
The sun fell, and soon all slept; that was when the messanger entered. Katari stood, and just as she had sat waiting, she walked to the Faculty Hall, knowing that she would be whipped. But not even beatings could break her spirit, as they knew all too well. She wore tight brown leggings, and thin leather ankle high boots, and a baggy, light brown shirt. That was all they would allow her to wear, now...
As the door opened before her, she prayed that the Dragons would give her the strength not to strike out at the fool with the whip, before stepping through. Her hair was long, and a dark blond, held off her neck in a ponytail; the hair in it swayed as she walked, and the Faculty found it oddly charming, as well as terrifying.
"You know why you were called here, Katari. You know what you have done." Said the highest ranked member.
"I do. Now get on with it, I am quite sleepy." She responded, and crossed her arms, feeling the sting of the whip, and blood begin to slip down her lower back, once..Twice...Three times, four, five...Seven total. She bowed, and turned, walking out of the chamber, smirking slightly. The pain bothered her, and she would leave, as she did every night, and cry at home. Luckily, the darkness of the night hid the bloody rips of her shirt, as the one she had raised as her own, though she thought of him as a baby brother, came running to her, where she sat on the high wall of the fortress, looking out at she stars. She was waiting before she dropped, as she always did.
"Katari, what are you doing?!" He hissed, struggling to climb up beside her.
"I'll miss you, Little One...Lakai..." She murmured, the tears beginning to fall as she came to her decision.
"I'll miss you too, but we have two more years together before you are given away, and become the new Lady..."
"I'm not going to be the gift of some spoiled Galea." She growled, "I'm leaving tonight. I shall come back in the morning, and stand just outside the gate, to announce this."
"Then I'm coming with you. You are the top fighter here, rivaled only by me...Family sticks together, no matter what." He responded, and she looked to him, and shook her head, smiling.
"No...You must stay...You are safe here."
"I am not a little boy anymore, Katari. I am thirteen, and I'm coming with you! Besides...You don't have the ability to use magic..." He smirked, and followed her as she dropped to the ground, and began to walk to the forest.
"Fine...We have to get ready, though, Lakai." She responded, looking back at her platinum haired brother. "I will not stand by and watch our races get pushed aside by the Galea..."
"Neither will I...We can't...We WON'T!!" Came his cry, which echoed throughout the forest. She laughed, and suddenly found the strength to run. They pounded through the forest, leaping bushes, and climbing trees to leap ravines. Finally, they reached Seles, and ran until they reached the house near the cliff road. With a sudden burst of unexpected energy, they ran down the basment stairs, and dropped through the trap door into the hallway that led to their rooms. The lights turned on the instant Katari's feet touched the floor, and Lakai saw at last, the torn, bloodied shirt his sister wore.
"They beat you...Why didn't you tell me?!" He cried, looking to her.
"Because you would have done something stupid, like refusing to do as you were told until they stopped. They wouldn't have tried to break your spirit they way they did mine...And what they would have done would have worked." She responded, walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, and locking it. She reappeared, her shirt half what it was before, the white of the bandages showing beneath the end. He saw behind her the bloody torn bottom of the shirt on the floor, as she shut the door behind her. Katari opened their bedroom door, and smiled, seeing the small bed that once belonged to Lakai, not that he'd fit in it, now. Her bed was just barely big enough to sleep in, but the clothing and armor in the closet fit. She reached into the closet, and pulled out a pair of black pants, and a black shirt, tossing them to Lakai, and pointing to the bathroom door.
"In there. Now." She ordered, and he turned around, walking into the bathroom. She shut the bedroom door, locking it, before pulling out a pair of dark grey leggings, and a tight, though not impossible to breathe tight, grey no-sleeve shirt. She changed quickly into them, and walked through a hidden door into an unlit room, though it was bright enough to see as if by day, due to the realistic flames on the walls of the room. On a pedestal of carven flames near the back wall, sat the red armor her ancestor had worn. She changed into it, and pulled on a pair of knee high brown leather boots. As she walked out of the bedroom, she strapped the armor on her right arm into place, looking to her brother, who stood waiting at the end of the hall, dressed in the clothing she had given him.
"It's time to awnser the Call of Dragons."
Now that I've scared away all the lawer people, the rest of you can read my fic. Please, don't complain, cause I wrote it, I like it, and you can't do a thing about it. But don't forget to review!
Prologue-A Dragon's Bit
They all looked down at the ever-shifting waters, watching silently as their Dragoon Stones sank into the depths of the sea, never to be seen again-Or so they believed. They never imagined that this fathomless chasm could possibly be churned enough that the stones would be washed ashore once more. Of course, they forgot, or never knew, about the last sea- dragon. That net sank further, and further, until it landed upon the large, sleek scales of that dragon. The touch of the stones awakened him, and one deep blue eye shot open. He knew, however, that time was not yet ripe to return to the world above the ocean, and needed to bide his time a bit longer...But a bit to dragons, is an age to humans...
Chapter One-The Dragons' Call
She heard the gasps, knowing that they had never seen anyone dance before. The amazing rush that the music sent through her soon drown all thought, and she became another piece in the music, slowly moving, then speeding up, and soon, she was telling the tale of her ancestors in dance. They rose from the earth, battling side by side with dragons, against the Winglies. Then centuries later, Dragoons were born again, and against all odds, prevented the destruction of the world...She moved faster, the rush of the battle, the pain of the strikes; she felt them, felt them all...This was the tale they called a child's fancy...Humans can't fly...And Dragons died long, long ago. She would find proof one day...She would become the Red Warrior. Her many times-great-grandfather was known as that...Dart. He eventually married Shana, and had children...Shana gave her diary to her youngest daughter, and so it went...Until it reached her. She grew up alone, with only this diary for a guide. Every woman that had ever held it had continued the story, until it came to her mother's. The pages were blank. She could see herself flipping through them in her mind's eye, the tears that began to fall as she realized her mother hadn't lived long enough to write her tale for her daughter; she had died fighting. With that, Katari stopped dancing, and her eyes opened. She smiled as she saw the younger girls clap, gazing at her with a respectful awe. At that, she turned, and walked off, back into the room she had to sleep in, waiting to be called out by the faculty, back straight, head held high.
The sun fell, and soon all slept; that was when the messanger entered. Katari stood, and just as she had sat waiting, she walked to the Faculty Hall, knowing that she would be whipped. But not even beatings could break her spirit, as they knew all too well. She wore tight brown leggings, and thin leather ankle high boots, and a baggy, light brown shirt. That was all they would allow her to wear, now...
As the door opened before her, she prayed that the Dragons would give her the strength not to strike out at the fool with the whip, before stepping through. Her hair was long, and a dark blond, held off her neck in a ponytail; the hair in it swayed as she walked, and the Faculty found it oddly charming, as well as terrifying.
"You know why you were called here, Katari. You know what you have done." Said the highest ranked member.
"I do. Now get on with it, I am quite sleepy." She responded, and crossed her arms, feeling the sting of the whip, and blood begin to slip down her lower back, once..Twice...Three times, four, five...Seven total. She bowed, and turned, walking out of the chamber, smirking slightly. The pain bothered her, and she would leave, as she did every night, and cry at home. Luckily, the darkness of the night hid the bloody rips of her shirt, as the one she had raised as her own, though she thought of him as a baby brother, came running to her, where she sat on the high wall of the fortress, looking out at she stars. She was waiting before she dropped, as she always did.
"Katari, what are you doing?!" He hissed, struggling to climb up beside her.
"I'll miss you, Little One...Lakai..." She murmured, the tears beginning to fall as she came to her decision.
"I'll miss you too, but we have two more years together before you are given away, and become the new Lady..."
"I'm not going to be the gift of some spoiled Galea." She growled, "I'm leaving tonight. I shall come back in the morning, and stand just outside the gate, to announce this."
"Then I'm coming with you. You are the top fighter here, rivaled only by me...Family sticks together, no matter what." He responded, and she looked to him, and shook her head, smiling.
"No...You must stay...You are safe here."
"I am not a little boy anymore, Katari. I am thirteen, and I'm coming with you! Besides...You don't have the ability to use magic..." He smirked, and followed her as she dropped to the ground, and began to walk to the forest.
"Fine...We have to get ready, though, Lakai." She responded, looking back at her platinum haired brother. "I will not stand by and watch our races get pushed aside by the Galea..."
"Neither will I...We can't...We WON'T!!" Came his cry, which echoed throughout the forest. She laughed, and suddenly found the strength to run. They pounded through the forest, leaping bushes, and climbing trees to leap ravines. Finally, they reached Seles, and ran until they reached the house near the cliff road. With a sudden burst of unexpected energy, they ran down the basment stairs, and dropped through the trap door into the hallway that led to their rooms. The lights turned on the instant Katari's feet touched the floor, and Lakai saw at last, the torn, bloodied shirt his sister wore.
"They beat you...Why didn't you tell me?!" He cried, looking to her.
"Because you would have done something stupid, like refusing to do as you were told until they stopped. They wouldn't have tried to break your spirit they way they did mine...And what they would have done would have worked." She responded, walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, and locking it. She reappeared, her shirt half what it was before, the white of the bandages showing beneath the end. He saw behind her the bloody torn bottom of the shirt on the floor, as she shut the door behind her. Katari opened their bedroom door, and smiled, seeing the small bed that once belonged to Lakai, not that he'd fit in it, now. Her bed was just barely big enough to sleep in, but the clothing and armor in the closet fit. She reached into the closet, and pulled out a pair of black pants, and a black shirt, tossing them to Lakai, and pointing to the bathroom door.
"In there. Now." She ordered, and he turned around, walking into the bathroom. She shut the bedroom door, locking it, before pulling out a pair of dark grey leggings, and a tight, though not impossible to breathe tight, grey no-sleeve shirt. She changed quickly into them, and walked through a hidden door into an unlit room, though it was bright enough to see as if by day, due to the realistic flames on the walls of the room. On a pedestal of carven flames near the back wall, sat the red armor her ancestor had worn. She changed into it, and pulled on a pair of knee high brown leather boots. As she walked out of the bedroom, she strapped the armor on her right arm into place, looking to her brother, who stood waiting at the end of the hall, dressed in the clothing she had given him.
"It's time to awnser the Call of Dragons."