Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Dragoon or God of War. All I own is Penelope and General Hasencia.
Kratos and the Dragoons: Chapter One
By: YoNel
In the God of War timeline, this story takes place while Kratos is in servitude to the Gods of Olympus. In the Legend of Dragoon timeline this takes place six years after the defeat of Meblu Frahma by Dart n' Friends.
Penelope felt his warm body against her own and clutched the back of his bare head as she threw her head back in ecstasy. As he moved his hand upward toward her breast, her moaning grew louder. She knew that the Ghost of Sparta had pleased many women before but she never imagined anything so-- satisfying. Despite this, she sensed that there was no feeling—no emotional connection. Not that there was supposed to be, after all, she was a prostitute. But even the most detached of her clients had an ounce of feeling. Kratos, however, was here just for the sex—which made her job a hell of a lot easier.
The next morning a ray of sunlight illuminated from a small crack on the side of the ship and hit Penelope's face, disturbing her slumber. She awoke and turned to see Kratos sitting by himself at the bottom of the bed, near the darkest part of the room. "My lord."
Kratos made no movements to acknowledge her presence and continued to sit completely still—overwhelmed by his thoughts.
"My lord?" she repeated.
Kratos finally got up and made his way towards the door. He turned back to Penelope. The cracks of sunlight peering through did little to illuminate his white-skinned, tattooed body.
"Please, my lord, come back to bed." Penelope dared to ask despite, Kratos' eerie appearance.
"We're done here," Kratos said in a deep and almost raspy voice, "Get your things and get out." Kratos climbed the steps at the end of the doorway and opened the hatch leading to the deck of his ship. The might of Helios shone upon him and the statue of Athena near the front of his ship. A cool breeze managed to make him stop momentarily as he approached the beautifully constructed sculpture. "ATHENA!"
A surge of energy flowed through the statue and knocked Kratos backwards. The most powerful goddess, aside from Hera, spoke through the statue. "Watch your tone Ghost of Sparta! Remember, I am a Goddess before your ally!"
"An ally would rid me of the nightmares that continue to haunt my mind!"
"All the pain, the suffering, the anguish--you brought upon yourself. You are the agent of your own pain!"
Kratos grew angry and wished to withdraw his Blades of Chaos but quickly remembered she could strike him dead if it pleased her. "Then, if you will not help me, I'm done here." He said as he headed back to the hatch.
"I do have a task for you, Spartan. A task that will draw you ever closer to your freedom."
Kratos raised a brow and looked upon the statue with suspicion. "What would you have me do?"
"Days ago, an unknown telepathic distress call echoed throughout all of Olympus and even the Underworld. Most of the gods ignored its urgent plea, but I sought to investigate the origin of this call. My journeys took me to the vile Underworld where an unknown vortex had developed in the River of Lost Souls. Hades knew not the origin and we both agreed that you—the Champion of Gods—should investigate."
An uncharacteristic smile developed across Kratos'. "You wish to risk me rather than yourselves."
"…will you accept this challenge or not?" She asked, obviously ignoring the true comment that was just made.
Kratos thought for a moment, "I will. But this better get me closer to what I desire, goddess!" Kratos turned away, opened the hatch and descended back to his room.
"Do not fret, mortal, you will get what is coming to you." The energy surrounding the statue quickly dissipated and the statue was just a statue once more.
The throne was magnificent. It was enormous and covered in a silvery substance with gems, in various colors, embedded within it. But the blond spiky-haired man sitting on it was obviously an important figure. The man was deep in thought thinking about who knows what. However his concentration was interrupted when a young silver-haired girl named Meru literally flew into his throne room. She was in her Blue Sea Dragoon armor and carrying a magically enchanted hammer that seemed too heavy for her.
"DART. DART!" Meru yelled.
"What is it, Meru?" Dart demanded.
"An army from Sandora is making its way here."
After they defeated the evil Melbu Frahma, Dart along with five remaining Dragoons decided to make a headquarters several miles above the world—just above the stratosphere. Using their combined powers they created a new moon when the old one was destroyed after Frahma failed to make himself a god. They built massive castles upon it and made themselves gods who claimed to be protectors of the world. They called this place New Luna.
"I fail to see the problem here, Meru."
"They aren't listening to our warning to back away and they are threatening to use a powerful arcane item called the Moon Crest."
"I thought the Divine Moon Objects were destroyed after Melbu was killed?"
"Me too. But apparently Sandoran magicians created a new object."
Dart understood the urgency of the situation and knew he had to set an example with the Sandoran Army. "Where are Albert and the others?"
"They are already there. They're waiting for you."
Dart caressed his Divine Dragoon spirit around his neck. It was the most powerful of all the Dragoon spirits—but like the other spirits he needed to transform to unlock its power. "I'll be out there soon enough."
"All right, I'll tell the others you're coming." With that Meru flapped her golden wings and exited the room.
Dart held his Spirit into the air and a bright light enveloped him—transforming him into the Divine Dragoon. His powerful sword—the Soul Eater—also transformed into a majestic 'dragoonized' version of itself.
When the transformation was done, Dart flew outside so fast that it caused a sonic boom that rattled even the magically fortified New Luna. His body was covered in, what appeared to be an extremely heavy silver armor with an enormous eye on his chest. But Dart flew with grace and agility that it was obviously not at all heavy for him. On his forehead, just above his eyes was a red headband with five small green stones and one large stone right above his left eye. In his left hand was the transformed Soul Eater while his entire right arm was covered in scaly cannon which he was secretly hoping he'd get use today. His six wings were unlike his fellow two-winged dragoons—further proof that he is absolute.
When Dart finally reached the group he saw a large amount of soldiers probably numbered in the tens of thousands near his flying friends. The Violet Thunder Dragoon—a dark haired old man (who was also Dart's grandfather) named Haschel yelled to Albert, the blonde haired Jade Dragoon and Monarch of Basil.
"Hey Al, mind giving us some protection?"
Albert ignored the sarcasm "Very well." He held his spear to his chest and suddenly rose petals rained upon him. Very quickly, he stuck out his spear in front of him and great force of wind rushed past him. "Rose Storm!" he shouted. Commanding the petal-engrossed gale, Albert held his spear to the side and the winds surrounded every one of his allies and dissipated soon after. "All right, any damage they inflict on you should be greatly reduced."
"About time." Haschel said before noticing Dart approaching. "Look who finally decided to show up."
Though it would have helped, Albert's Rose Storm had no effect on Dart because he was out of range. But with his Dragoon armor, there was really no need. "Nice to see you too, Haschel. What's so urgent you guys couldn't handle this problem yourselves?"
"Oh, we're sorry to disturb you, your majesty," said the blonde-haired White-Silver Dragoon named Miranda. Aside from Dart, Miranda was probably the most powerful and useful Dragoon. Ironically, her specialty wasn't attacking but rather healing. Dart couldn't count the number of times her 'Moon Light' and 'Gates of Heaven' healing spells saved them all. That's not to say she didn't have any offense, after all she did have her bow and arrow and her 'Star Children' attack not to mention her White Silver Dragon. Like all of the Dragoons, Miranda can summon her dragon but unlike everyone else her dragon could heal as well as attack the enemy.
"Miranda—always so quaint and so reserved."
Miranda only made a face at him in response to his sarcastic comment.
"Army mobilizing against us. We try to protect ourselves. But human army won't leave," said Kongol. The last of a dead species called the Gigantos, Kongol possesses of the Golden Dragon Spirit. His enormous size and strength was only matched by his massive axe which Kongol acquired from his now-dead brother Indora. He along with the Wingly Meru, were the only two who were not human. Meru is also one of the few remaining of her kind—the Winglies. These flying silver-haired humanoids ruled over humanity for thousands of years until ancient Dragoons put an end to that. The thought of the Dragon Campaign made him remember Rose and Zeig. But that notion was cut short when he noticed a fireball racing toward them. With little effort the six dragoons moved away from its oncoming path.
"Don't you see? They won't stop!" Meru exclaimed.
"Fine. I'll handle this." Dart flew ahead–closer to the army. He hovered eight feet above them as he looked down to the leader of the army. Dart knew General Hasencia well. The young dark-haired general once helped Dart secure a massive uprising in Hellena Prison. "General, why are you here?"
"Because I want to be." Dart had nearly forgotten Hasencia's sarcastic and out-spoken personality. "What the hell gives you the right to rule over—not only us but the all the creatures on the planet?"
"Don't you understand? Only through control can there be protection."
"Dart, what happened to you? You were never power-hungry. You used to an ambitious and brave young man." Hasencia asked.
Dart held back the emotions—he knew it was coming. "Things change Hasencia—I changed."
"Is it because of Shana? Ever since she—
"Enough! Either leave now or suffer the consequences."
"I'm not going anywhere, Dart."
"Fine, have it your way." Dart hurdled to the ground. The shockwave sent the general and a few of his lieutenants backwards.
When the smoke cleared, they found Dart with his eyes closed and a red aura surrounding him. Hasencia knew what was coming. "Catapult-men—fire!" Twenty catapults went off at the same time and all hit their target. But much to their dismay, they found Dart was unharmed.
Dart opened his eyes and smiled, "Heh—my turn." He jolted into the sky he spread his arms out to the sides and two little pockets opened upward to reveal little cannons on his armor-clad shoulders.
Hasencia's eyes widened "Retreat!" The entire army turned around and everyone ran as fast as they could…but not fast enough.
The little cannons sucked in ambient energy before Dart yelled "Divine Dragon Ball!" Thousands of deadly energy orbs descended upon the army without mercy. The little balls of energy killed most if not all who came into contact with them.
Hasencia mounted his horse and soon saw his lieutenants doing the same ahead of him. The orbs were still falling. When they didn't hit their target it hit the ground like a comet. Hasencia did his best to maneuver around his men and the exploding ground around him. But an orb hit right in front of him. The horse screamed and Hasencia fell off his white stallion. Still spooked, the mighty animal inadvertently kicked his master. "Aaaagghh!" Hasencia yelped. The powerful kick sent Hasencia several feet behind. He cringed in the sudden pain that overwhelmed his left arm—it was obviously broken. Using his right arm to get up, Hasencia started to run on foot with his retreating army.
High above them, Dart took amusement in seeing them scurry around like little ants. He turned to join his fellow dragoons who were waiting for him.
"Good job, m'boy." Haschel congratulated.
"That should definitely send a message." Albert voiced in.
"Maybe too strong of a message" Miranda said.
"A message nonetheless." Dart shot back.
"All right how about we high-tail out of here, I'm hungry." The Violent Thunder Dragoon declared.
As they were leaving a faint echo caught Dart's attention. He turned around to find only the last of the retreating army and no one else. Albert noticed his friend's sudden stop.
"Dart, is everything all right?"
"I heard something."
Miranda also joined Albert in finding out why Dart stopped. "Like what?"
"I'm not sure but I think it sounded like 'The End Begins'."
To Be Continued…