Disclaimer: Okay, anything (e.g. Geoff, Drake, Lianne, etc.) that you recognise does NOT belong to me. (though i wish it did.) But characters like Tiana, Sayna and Tiamat are MINE. Mwahahaha! Now, to the story.
The Spirit Reborn
"Now the time has finally come,
You and I must combine as one.
The new dragon will be born, aye,
But until he learns how to try,
If he learns from evil and right,
We shall return, together in might!
Let it be now,
Let us combine,
Let it be now,
That you become mine."
Chapter one
Geoff looked over the kingdom from his partner's side, and sighed. Drake had been quiet lately, as if he had gone within his soul. When questioned, he said nothing, and stared at the constellation Draco.
"It was from those stars from which I came," the great beast said, his voice smooth and mellow. "But how did King Bowen know to come and find me? Where? Why? How? These questions plague my mind, Geoff. I don't know how they can be answered." Geoff shrugged, unhappy that even he could not answer his wondering Dragon...he, who shared his heart with this Dragon.
"I can't answer you, Drake. If I could, then I would, but I can't because I don't know the answers." The great Dragon sighed, and turned his head towards the monastory.
"Do you...do you think that Brother Mansel would know?" The twenty-one-year-old shrugged again.
"Maybe. But I doubt it. If you don't know and I don't know, he won't know either." He ran his fingers over the hilt of his sword absent-mindedly. Drake turned back to Geoff.
"Do you think I should ask him?" Geoff sighed, and looked up at the Dragon with his blue eyes.
"I don't know. Should you? You decide, friend." The Dragon said nothing, and flexed his wings in thought.
"Perhaps I will. Come with me?" Geoff smiled, and mounted.
"Of course. Let's go." Drake beat his wings, and soared into the night sky.
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Mansel smiled, and took Geoff's hands warmly, before bowing to Drake.
"My friends, it has been a while. What service can I do for you?" The other two exchanged glances, and Geoff spoke for Drake.
"I...you see...Drake's been wondering about...about where he came from, how he got here. And...how King Bowen knew." The monk looked grave, and breathed in.
"That question is beyond me, my friends." He said, slowly.
"But what about Brother Gilbert's scrolls? Maybe *he* knew something about it that we don't. He was, after all, a good friend of the King." Mansel hesitated. Geoff, in the past, had always managed to get him to do something for him. "After all, you *are* guardian of his scrolls."
"I'll...I'll take a look for you, but...you see...only monks of this Order are allowed, I'm sorry. I'll be a moment." He disappeared into one of the rooms in the back of the monastory. He was gone awhile, more than an hour when he had said 'a moment.' When he returned, he looked unhappy, seeing the eager faces on Geoff and Drake.
"Yes? Did you find anything?" Mansel shook his head.
"I'm sorry, there wasn't. But if I can do anything else..." Drake turned around, the disappointment in his voice clear.
"No, no, it's all right. We better go." Geoff mouthed 'it's okay' to Mansel, before following his friend. "Drake, don't let it play on your mind. Think about something else...c'mon, let's go chasing cows or something. Do anything but think about it." Drake sighed.
"I can't do that, Geoff. I can't *help* thinking about it. Let's go home." Geoff mounted the Dragon reluctantly, and they took to the skies.
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The girl watched them return. Her reddish-brown hair tumbled down on her back, and her young hazel eyes that had seen eighteen years of life flickered. Her hand rested on the beautiful, slim sword at her waist. She listened to their words, and smiled.
"...But I don't know how, or when, or why..."
"Don't worry about it! You're here, and that's all that matters."
"Do you think Empress Lianne will know?"
"I don't know...maybe Master Kwan knew something about it. How am I supposed to know?"
"Well, you *should*." They stopped their argument, to see the girl appear from the shadows.
"Hello, Sir Drake, Sir Geoff. Having problems?" Geoff frowned at the younger.
"I suggest, lady, that you do not concern yourself with such business." She laughed, tossing back her chestnut hair.
"I can tell you a thing or two...but you don't seem to be interested." She giggled, and slipped into the shadows. "My name is Tiana. Find me where you will." Drake walked after her, his eyes pleading.
"Come back! If you know..." Geoff restrained him.
"We'll find her, Drake. No worries. If we know, she'll tell us."
The Spirit Reborn
"Now the time has finally come,
You and I must combine as one.
The new dragon will be born, aye,
But until he learns how to try,
If he learns from evil and right,
We shall return, together in might!
Let it be now,
Let us combine,
Let it be now,
That you become mine."
Chapter one
Geoff looked over the kingdom from his partner's side, and sighed. Drake had been quiet lately, as if he had gone within his soul. When questioned, he said nothing, and stared at the constellation Draco.
"It was from those stars from which I came," the great beast said, his voice smooth and mellow. "But how did King Bowen know to come and find me? Where? Why? How? These questions plague my mind, Geoff. I don't know how they can be answered." Geoff shrugged, unhappy that even he could not answer his wondering Dragon...he, who shared his heart with this Dragon.
"I can't answer you, Drake. If I could, then I would, but I can't because I don't know the answers." The great Dragon sighed, and turned his head towards the monastory.
"Do you...do you think that Brother Mansel would know?" The twenty-one-year-old shrugged again.
"Maybe. But I doubt it. If you don't know and I don't know, he won't know either." He ran his fingers over the hilt of his sword absent-mindedly. Drake turned back to Geoff.
"Do you think I should ask him?" Geoff sighed, and looked up at the Dragon with his blue eyes.
"I don't know. Should you? You decide, friend." The Dragon said nothing, and flexed his wings in thought.
"Perhaps I will. Come with me?" Geoff smiled, and mounted.
"Of course. Let's go." Drake beat his wings, and soared into the night sky.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mansel smiled, and took Geoff's hands warmly, before bowing to Drake.
"My friends, it has been a while. What service can I do for you?" The other two exchanged glances, and Geoff spoke for Drake.
"I...you see...Drake's been wondering about...about where he came from, how he got here. And...how King Bowen knew." The monk looked grave, and breathed in.
"That question is beyond me, my friends." He said, slowly.
"But what about Brother Gilbert's scrolls? Maybe *he* knew something about it that we don't. He was, after all, a good friend of the King." Mansel hesitated. Geoff, in the past, had always managed to get him to do something for him. "After all, you *are* guardian of his scrolls."
"I'll...I'll take a look for you, but...you see...only monks of this Order are allowed, I'm sorry. I'll be a moment." He disappeared into one of the rooms in the back of the monastory. He was gone awhile, more than an hour when he had said 'a moment.' When he returned, he looked unhappy, seeing the eager faces on Geoff and Drake.
"Yes? Did you find anything?" Mansel shook his head.
"I'm sorry, there wasn't. But if I can do anything else..." Drake turned around, the disappointment in his voice clear.
"No, no, it's all right. We better go." Geoff mouthed 'it's okay' to Mansel, before following his friend. "Drake, don't let it play on your mind. Think about something else...c'mon, let's go chasing cows or something. Do anything but think about it." Drake sighed.
"I can't do that, Geoff. I can't *help* thinking about it. Let's go home." Geoff mounted the Dragon reluctantly, and they took to the skies.
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The girl watched them return. Her reddish-brown hair tumbled down on her back, and her young hazel eyes that had seen eighteen years of life flickered. Her hand rested on the beautiful, slim sword at her waist. She listened to their words, and smiled.
"...But I don't know how, or when, or why..."
"Don't worry about it! You're here, and that's all that matters."
"Do you think Empress Lianne will know?"
"I don't know...maybe Master Kwan knew something about it. How am I supposed to know?"
"Well, you *should*." They stopped their argument, to see the girl appear from the shadows.
"Hello, Sir Drake, Sir Geoff. Having problems?" Geoff frowned at the younger.
"I suggest, lady, that you do not concern yourself with such business." She laughed, tossing back her chestnut hair.
"I can tell you a thing or two...but you don't seem to be interested." She giggled, and slipped into the shadows. "My name is Tiana. Find me where you will." Drake walked after her, his eyes pleading.
"Come back! If you know..." Geoff restrained him.
"We'll find her, Drake. No worries. If we know, she'll tell us."