So here is another story. I have a new policy. I need at least one review each chapter to continue writing. Criticism is welcomed. Read to find out things. No intro.
Chapter 1
Mark was living on the side of the Illian Mountains in the middle of winter, and believes me that is not nice at all. One moment he was the most famed tactician in the world, and the next a threat to Elibe. Well… It seemed like a moment. In reality it had been eight decades, and he had not aged one bit. He still had a deep brown hair and green eyes. He still wore the same heavy brown garments, and hid beneath one sleeve was a dagger.
The truth was that he was a dragon, but only Eliwood, Lyn, and Hector had knew at first, and they brought that secret to their graves. Then he served Eliwood's son Roy in the next war, and the last fire dragon on earth had revealed his secret.
It seemed that the whole world was after the "Last Dragon". He had to get out of here. Otherwise one day he would certainly be hunted down. So that night he snuck out with his belongings and headed for the coast. He made fast time, and soon arrived to a small port in an isolated area in Illia near the Eturian border. Once he got there he climbed to a small tower and searched the town. The most dangerous here were probably a few mercenaries and pirates, but an Eturian regiment was camped only half an hour away. He than rushed to the water edged and paused.
"How the heck am I going to get out of here?" he thought. He himself didn't know how to pilot a ship.
"Looking for something?" A man drawled as he stumbled into him. Of all people it was a drunkard.
"None of your business," Mark grunted as he struggled to push him off.
"My my, touchy are we? Don't suppose you recognize me?" the man said and took off his hood.
"Hugh," Mark hissed, " of all the people I meet, it had to be you."
"That's a bad thing?" Hugh asked.
"What's going on Hugh?" a girl asked. She looked around 18, and had long light purple hair. Truthfully she was probably over centuries old.
"Ah Sophia! You haven't aged much hmm?" Mark grinned at his old comrade.
"You're one to talk! You haven't changed over the last eight decades!" she retorted. She grew a new attitude along with the last eight decades. Her usual timid attitude was gone. Now she had a more fierce and confident attitude.
"That's because I'm a full dragon…" Mark started
"And I'm not," finished Sophia.
"So why are you here?" Mark asked.
"Same reason as you. Everyone is after me as well. Little Fa was brought to the dragon's new world." Sophia said.
Suddenly an arrow whistled past that it nearly hit Mark. All three of them pulled out their weapons as a gang of dragon hunters walked over
"Well, well, looks like we got ourselves a dragon and a half," the leader said.
"And a sage!" Mark shouted, but Hugh ran away. "How did I know this would happen?" Mark thought to himself.
They were outnumbered badly, but Sophia quickly knocked out three of the mercenaries with a single Flux attack. Mark than blasted two away with a fire spell, and in a blink of an eye he drew out a sword. And parried a lance thrust.
It was obvious that Sophia and Mark would win, but the whole town was up and forming a mob by than. Soon the streets were filled with peasants and soldiers alike. They were wielding everything from kitchen knives to heavy spears.
"We have to get our of here! Use your dragonstone!" Sophia shouted.
"But…" Mark started, but an arrow nearly hitting him cut him off. Mark gave in and pulled out a red stone. Drawing the energy he turned into a fire dragon. He had deep golden eyes, and his scales were like rubies. He started spewing out fire, but only hot enough to make someone faint.
Soon the streets were filled with faint bodies, and a lot of ashes. A few bodies had burns, but that was the worst. The conscious people left took one look at Mark and ran away. Mark than turned back into a human and started running toward the harbor with Sophia.
"Do you know how to pilot a ship?" Mark asked.
"No, but maybe we could use magic?" Sophia suggested.
"That wouldn't work because we barley have any tomes at all."
"Well than what?" she asked.
"Just get on a ship!"
Sophia cast an observing spell and quickly got on a well-supplied ship and quickly got on. By now a regiment of Eturian sages had came along with a cavalry division.
"Luckily I keep my stones in stock," Mark muttered to himself, and pulled out a green stone with a small sign on it. In a bright flash he turned into a Wind Dragon and with powerful windblasts he blew the ship out to see. Suddenly he felt several sharp stings as Sages pounded him with spells. He dropped down in human form again exhausted. A sage was preparing to cast another spell when…
"Stop!" a voice called out. An old sage with gray hair, and pale purple eyes stepped forward. He had wrinkled skin, and wore a long red cape with complicated signs on it, which showed he was part of the highest sage order.
"Mark? Is that you?" he asked. Mark just stared blankly and suddenly it hit him.
"Erk? It is you isn't it?" he asked. Indeed it was Erk.
"Mark… so the rumors are true? You are a dragon…" he whispered.
"Sir! Our orders are to bring in the dragon dead or alive! If you chose to let him go, I will be forced to fight you!" another sage said.
"Is that so? Then do what you will," Erk said and suddenly spun back and cast a fire spell. It immediately knocked back another sage. He than cast a thunder spell and knocked another three sages. Mark tried to help, but he soon saw a glow around him. Erk looked back to see Mark almost disappearing.
"Good bye Mark. This we'll be the last time I see you," Erk said. The last thing Mark saw as he looked back was spell after spell ripping Erk apart. Erk took one glance back and whispered, "live a good life, Mark."
Soon Mark was warped back to the ship.
"Erk's is gone, and urghh." Mark started, but soon fell to a dead faint.
Oh well at least the journey finally started.
There I'm finally done with the first part. The next few chapters should come out quickly since I wrote them by hand already. I'm sorry for making Erk die, and I myself didn't like it.