(Revised!) Okay... its about Kongol. i have NO idea why i wrote it and it is DISGUSTINGLY short... but I did. I dunno- im tired of the damned *big and stupid* thing, you know? A brief flicker into Kongol's true mind occurs in this fanfiction- as he watche
*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*
***
----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.