Dragoon's Twilight
By Songwind
Notes- Yes, a sequel, a fairly dark sequel. (ducks as people throw numerous objects at her head) ACK! Hey, I'm doing my best to be original here! The characters you don't recognize in here, unless you haven't played LOD (shame on you!) are mine. I'd be flattered if anyone actually wanted to use them for something of theirs, but please let me know if you do, OK?
Moving on, please give this story a chance? And let me know what you think when you take the chance? It only takes a couple seconds to type in 'Cool' or 'it's great', honest. I've reviewed myself. Thanks, and please enjoy!
Disclaimer- The Legend of Dragoon world, characters, storyline, etc. were all made up in the mind of a genius. And as much as I'd like to dream about it, I'm no genius so I didn't make it, alright? So don't bother suing me.
~*~
Chapter One- Growing Up
The room was dark, lit only by a few candles and the moonlight creeping in through the cracks of the windows. However, it was still easy to tell where things were, especially since this was only a temporary boarding area and not a very rich one at that.
Especially considering that this was in one of the worst neighborhoods in northern Serdio.
There was a plain desk with papers cluttered all about it; a bed-couch both made for sleeping and for mere relaxation; a stack or two of books against the far wall; a fairly decent carpet to cushion a guest's feet. Also, a decent chair... And a former knight. A knight the assassin knew very well.
The former knight leaned forward in his chair. "Welcome, Kit. You've grown since I last saw you," he said warmly.
"It's the latest fad," the assassin said dryly. She seemed to be relaxed, even bored, but the former knight had enough training while he had been in service to know that every muscle in her was tense in case a trap was in order. At the sleeves of her dark shirt he could see the glinting of metal, even in this dark room.
The knight chuckled. "Well, you look well. I hope I didn't inconvenience you with the hour?"
"Hours don't matter. What do you want, Greon?"
The knight shrugged. A candle nearby flickered from even the slightest disturbance of air. "You get right to the point nowadays, don't you? Well, that's good. I don't want to waste time, either. As you've probably guessed, I want you for a job."
"Yes? What kind of job?"
"I need someone killed." Now he leaned forward in his chair towards the assassin. "The crown to the King of Serdio."
The assassin didn't look very impressed. In fact, she looked pretty bored, if bored meant watching his every move, arms crossed loosely under her breasts, eyes glittering in the darkness. "What's the price?" she asked.
The former knight choked. "Great Soa, girl! What else could you want? This is the heir to Serdio we're talking about!" He leaned forward, a gleam in his own eyes. "Haven't you wanted revenge since you were a little girl? This is your chance, you know! You can have great fun with someone as important as a Crown Prince!"
She still looked bored. "What's the price?" she repeated, but this time in a cold, hard voice. It was warning enough for him to straighten back in his chair before replying.
"I thought you'd like this," he said in a mock-hurt voice. She didn't respond- she merely continued watching him with those eyes. "Alright, alright. Five hundred in gold."
"I killed a lord in Mille Seseau for a thousand," she stated. "Are you merely insulting a Crown Prince's worth, or are you insulting me?"
He winced. "How about seven hundred? Eight? I can afford eight without a problem..."
"It's eleven hundred gold pieces or I won't do it."
The former knight threw his hands up in the air in defeat. "You win! Eleven hundred gold pieces waiting for you the moment you return with the blood fresh on your weapons."
"And if I fail?"
"You won't fail. You've never failed."
"Give me some incentive, Greon. It makes a job interesting. Make it creative."
"You want a punishment for failing?"
"I didn't say I would fail, I'm asking for a reason to do this job other than money. What's at stake- my life? My dignity?"
"Hmm." This was certainly interesting. No one had asked him to be creative on punishments before. "Well, how about this. If you fail and have the guts to come back here, you'll find yourself dealing with a very skilled executioner?"
"And what will this executioner do to me?" Now she sounded faintly amused. What was there to be amused at? Was she a masochist?
"You will be bound hand and foot, and the executioner will... let's say, severe many parts of you before you die."
"Really? Well. It's a little old for an idea, but it'll do." She sounded even more amused.
"What's happened to you, Kit? You're quite cold, considering what I've done for you in the past. And I'm offering you something you want! Didn't you yearn for the death of King Albert and his family when you were old enough to understand but too young to do anything?"
The assassin turned away for a moment, then looked over her shoulder at him.
"You can do this and you'll even get paid for two things you want! We'll fix this damned world with one blow! And you'll be the hero of it all for killing that kid! They'll be in chaos- you could easily slip in and deal with Albert too. Then you can get out and blame it on Tiberoa. And we can watch the world go up in flames! Then we can take care of things... the way our king wanted it done. And not only will you have revenge for King Doel, but for your father as well, who, as I recall, died fighting those wretched Basil folk..."
She turned her head back to the door.
"What happened to the girl who hugged me?" came the plaintive voice. "I miss her."
There was a long pause. Then, "She grew up. It's a new fad. Maybe you should try it sometime." Then she walked out the door.
~*~
Well, that's chapter one. I'm sorry it's so short, but I just wanted to introduce one of the new main characters. And no, I don't think you'd be able to guess who her father is.
Darian (Muse)- (Points above him) CHAPTER!? You call that a CHAPTER? What is your problem? THAT is not a chapter.
(Grumbles and aims a punch at Darian's head) Shut up! Why don't YOU write it if you're so great! Anyway, please tell me what you think of Kit!
By Songwind
Notes- Yes, a sequel, a fairly dark sequel. (ducks as people throw numerous objects at her head) ACK! Hey, I'm doing my best to be original here! The characters you don't recognize in here, unless you haven't played LOD (shame on you!) are mine. I'd be flattered if anyone actually wanted to use them for something of theirs, but please let me know if you do, OK?
Moving on, please give this story a chance? And let me know what you think when you take the chance? It only takes a couple seconds to type in 'Cool' or 'it's great', honest. I've reviewed myself. Thanks, and please enjoy!
Disclaimer- The Legend of Dragoon world, characters, storyline, etc. were all made up in the mind of a genius. And as much as I'd like to dream about it, I'm no genius so I didn't make it, alright? So don't bother suing me.
~*~
Chapter One- Growing Up
The room was dark, lit only by a few candles and the moonlight creeping in through the cracks of the windows. However, it was still easy to tell where things were, especially since this was only a temporary boarding area and not a very rich one at that.
Especially considering that this was in one of the worst neighborhoods in northern Serdio.
There was a plain desk with papers cluttered all about it; a bed-couch both made for sleeping and for mere relaxation; a stack or two of books against the far wall; a fairly decent carpet to cushion a guest's feet. Also, a decent chair... And a former knight. A knight the assassin knew very well.
The former knight leaned forward in his chair. "Welcome, Kit. You've grown since I last saw you," he said warmly.
"It's the latest fad," the assassin said dryly. She seemed to be relaxed, even bored, but the former knight had enough training while he had been in service to know that every muscle in her was tense in case a trap was in order. At the sleeves of her dark shirt he could see the glinting of metal, even in this dark room.
The knight chuckled. "Well, you look well. I hope I didn't inconvenience you with the hour?"
"Hours don't matter. What do you want, Greon?"
The knight shrugged. A candle nearby flickered from even the slightest disturbance of air. "You get right to the point nowadays, don't you? Well, that's good. I don't want to waste time, either. As you've probably guessed, I want you for a job."
"Yes? What kind of job?"
"I need someone killed." Now he leaned forward in his chair towards the assassin. "The crown to the King of Serdio."
The assassin didn't look very impressed. In fact, she looked pretty bored, if bored meant watching his every move, arms crossed loosely under her breasts, eyes glittering in the darkness. "What's the price?" she asked.
The former knight choked. "Great Soa, girl! What else could you want? This is the heir to Serdio we're talking about!" He leaned forward, a gleam in his own eyes. "Haven't you wanted revenge since you were a little girl? This is your chance, you know! You can have great fun with someone as important as a Crown Prince!"
She still looked bored. "What's the price?" she repeated, but this time in a cold, hard voice. It was warning enough for him to straighten back in his chair before replying.
"I thought you'd like this," he said in a mock-hurt voice. She didn't respond- she merely continued watching him with those eyes. "Alright, alright. Five hundred in gold."
"I killed a lord in Mille Seseau for a thousand," she stated. "Are you merely insulting a Crown Prince's worth, or are you insulting me?"
He winced. "How about seven hundred? Eight? I can afford eight without a problem..."
"It's eleven hundred gold pieces or I won't do it."
The former knight threw his hands up in the air in defeat. "You win! Eleven hundred gold pieces waiting for you the moment you return with the blood fresh on your weapons."
"And if I fail?"
"You won't fail. You've never failed."
"Give me some incentive, Greon. It makes a job interesting. Make it creative."
"You want a punishment for failing?"
"I didn't say I would fail, I'm asking for a reason to do this job other than money. What's at stake- my life? My dignity?"
"Hmm." This was certainly interesting. No one had asked him to be creative on punishments before. "Well, how about this. If you fail and have the guts to come back here, you'll find yourself dealing with a very skilled executioner?"
"And what will this executioner do to me?" Now she sounded faintly amused. What was there to be amused at? Was she a masochist?
"You will be bound hand and foot, and the executioner will... let's say, severe many parts of you before you die."
"Really? Well. It's a little old for an idea, but it'll do." She sounded even more amused.
"What's happened to you, Kit? You're quite cold, considering what I've done for you in the past. And I'm offering you something you want! Didn't you yearn for the death of King Albert and his family when you were old enough to understand but too young to do anything?"
The assassin turned away for a moment, then looked over her shoulder at him.
"You can do this and you'll even get paid for two things you want! We'll fix this damned world with one blow! And you'll be the hero of it all for killing that kid! They'll be in chaos- you could easily slip in and deal with Albert too. Then you can get out and blame it on Tiberoa. And we can watch the world go up in flames! Then we can take care of things... the way our king wanted it done. And not only will you have revenge for King Doel, but for your father as well, who, as I recall, died fighting those wretched Basil folk..."
She turned her head back to the door.
"What happened to the girl who hugged me?" came the plaintive voice. "I miss her."
There was a long pause. Then, "She grew up. It's a new fad. Maybe you should try it sometime." Then she walked out the door.
~*~
Well, that's chapter one. I'm sorry it's so short, but I just wanted to introduce one of the new main characters. And no, I don't think you'd be able to guess who her father is.
Darian (Muse)- (Points above him) CHAPTER!? You call that a CHAPTER? What is your problem? THAT is not a chapter.
(Grumbles and aims a punch at Darian's head) Shut up! Why don't YOU write it if you're so great! Anyway, please tell me what you think of Kit!
