~*The Price of Loyalty*~

*The Price of Loyalty*
A Legend of Dragoon Fanfiction
Written by Rap's (RaptorJNB@aol.com)

Notes:

Now... I don't even like Kongol that much. But in some very off way I felt obligated to write a Fanfiction about him that will show the poor guy APART from that *big dumb and stupid* stereotype. I'm tired of that- and when this idea popped into my head I had no choice but to act upon it. It IS very short though!

-For the big guy. *smiles*

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----Pause the illusion----


He was pacing. An oddity, for my friend rarely would pace. Would rarely show such abrupt nervous tension as if it was a trait common to Doel in age. I, as always, stood the silent sentinel of his throne room. What else could I do when he was in such disarray? What else did I need other then to assure myself that with I- he was safe. That in I- he should find a trusted and able soldier.

"Fools." Doel muttered. His voice thick, angry. "They would come so far? They would think themselves able to stop me?" His shoulders tossed- eyes narrowed.

"They wrong." I confirmed. A bit of reason through his hatred. "Kongol will destroy!"

And he turned- offered me a grin that bordered upon sadistic.

I remember times his smile was not so bent- or determined- or perhaps insane. There were points he would smile because I had said something odd. Something misplaced or wrong in a way. This was a natural occurrence- my lack of the smooth English language product of a native vocation far to complicated in full translation. But I tried- Doel knew that. And so he would always smile and help me with the correct word.

Somehow I wish I could help him now. But in all good logic- it is impossible. I offer instead my strength. My abilities- having always been tools of battle.

To fight is my life. My destiny. A force predetermined the day fate destroyed my family.

The day my life was saved by the emperor of Sandora. Then just a man. Now perhaps an evil.

~But I remember. I remember your kindness. Above all- you were there for me. In these fated hours- I should never abandon you. For wrong or right- I won't leave.~

He growled. Moved to throw the partial of a full black cape behind one shoulder. Cursed as if mad. Eyes a dark, gloomy sort that darted below thick brows. Jaw clenching into a square line and fists mawing his palms in a heated anticipation.

All these things I noticed. All these things I didn't understand- or didn't want to understand.

In the deep, near black violet light that bathed us- Doel finally stopped. I watched as a fist slammed into the arm of his throne. The force of his blow could have rattled the very bones that were left of his heart- or perhaps that of mine. He turned to glare at me.

"Go to the door, Kongol. Guard the hallway. Don't get yourself killed." His heavily muscled arms crossed- the armor of his uniform clashing together like ice. "If they should come- they will come. And I will finish them myself." A pause. "Give Carlos his damned son."

I only nodded.

~They will come. They will defeat not only I- but you.~

And, oddly enough, I found I didn't care. The price of my friendship was an undisputed thing. The price of my fate was a spoil of destiny.

~In these fated hours- I should never abandon you. For wrong or right- I won't leave.~

The price of my loyalty- should it be my life- WOULD be my life.

And for I- there was no greater truth.


----end the game----

~fin~

*revised 7/24/01*