Legend of Dragoon:
Untold stories
Dart walked along the streets of some town he still had no idea of. He had only been here a few hours but not one person had been visible the whole time. He was only 17 and after three years of his journey to find the Black Monster he still had no luck. The broadsword and his side hung barely off the ground leaving a small rut behind him. The town around him was completely desolate; the wind barely blew here and smelled stale.
Dart felt a cold shiver up his spine and turned to look at the entrance but it was out of sight. A frown spread across his face as his hand lowered to the handle of his sword. His black shirt and faded blue pants set him apart from the entire town making him a spot of color in the drab gray and black. His dirty blonde hair stuck out in spikes that barely even ruffled when he ran. Looking up into the sky Dart noticed the horizon had taking on a grayish hue; it seemed that this town had an effect on anything making it darker and a little less welcoming.
A building sat off to the left of the street its large oak door sat open, the sound of hushed voices coming from inside. Dart slowly traveled the dirt street that seemed to cut the town in half and stood at the wooden steps in front of the building. The steps creaked as he stepped up.
"Hello?" Dart said unsure peering into the shadows of the building.
"Who's there?" A voice came from the darkness.
"I am a simple weary traveler needing a place to rest." Dart answered stepping closer to the decrepit doorway.
An older man with a sharp pointed nose and deep sunken eyes stepped out from a dimly lit counter. He cocked his head to the side looking up at Dart an odd glint in his eyes.
"Just who are you?" The man asked stepping closer revealing a faded tunic along with pants.
"My name is Dart sir." Dart said his eyes not being able to connect the mans dark color with any other.
"Come in." The man said stepping back behind the counter.
Dart stepped inside the feeble old building. A stairwell sat off to the far left wall no doubt leading to rooms. Behind the counter was an old building covered with black cloth, and on the windowsill sat a small bell. On the counter sat a cracked dusty jar a few rusty coins sitting in the scum covered bottom. The walls were a damp gray color and the floor sat an aged brown.
"I would like to have a room sir but is this hotel in business?" Dart asked looking up towards the stairs.
"Yes it's in business. We just don't get that many visitors." The man replied blowing on the jar, a sheet of dust slipping off and onto the floor.
"I have money sir, I can pay." Dart said reaching in his pocket.
"Pay when you leave. For now go on up stairs and grab a room." The man said a dark tint to his happy demeanor.
Dart nodded and thanked the man as he turned away and began to walk up the creaking stairs, dust slipping off and falling to the floor underneath with each step. The long corridor was white and despite its white color still seemed dark only broke by the dark red doors on each side. He grabbed the brass handle and opened the door revealing the drab room beyond it. He stepped inside the room and shut the door as the screeching hinges echoed through the hotel.
A dusty moth eaten bed sat by the wall to the right along with a small dresser. Dart sat on the bed causing a cloud of envelop him. He took off his sword and set it on the dresser causing even more dust to gather in the air around him. The gray walls had signs of water damage and a few holes from past mice. Dart just sat back on the bed and leaned against the wall as he closed his eyes.
His thoughts wandered as his eyes lazily followed the dust particles in the air illuminated by a few stray sunbeams from the shattered window covered with the same cloth from downstairs. He suddenly realized just how tired he was and let his mind wander off into sleep as footsteps crept towards the door.