Chapter 1
Rylan's Comment: I'm starting my first fan fiction for the website, and i'd appreciate if the readers would give me positive AND negative comments on my story. I'd like to say, that this will only continue if the readers give me a positive inspiration for continuing the story.
From the distance, over the fields of planet Z, a loud roar is heard from a distance. A farmer stands up and wipes the sweat off his brow. The sun blazes overhead as the farmer plows his field for a living. A loud thump on the ground occurs at the very edge of his crops. Slowly the farmer turns his head and shakes his head at the zoid before him. "Rylan, for the last time, you need to stop messing with that Zoid of yours and help me take care of these crops," complained the farmer. At the very edge of the crops stands a red blade liger with a metal paw lifted up towards the cockpit. The cockpit opens and out leaps a young man, about the age of 18, with long white hair, blue eyes, and a red bandana around his forehead. He wears a pair of black pants covered by a long blue and silver jacket that is unziped, where a red t-shirt is hidden inside. "Grandpa, I wanted me make sure I fixed the Blade Liger's Booster pack on its back. When you were young and piloting it, it worked fine, but its been 50 years since you piloted it! Besides I'm thinking about trading it in for a new zoid." said Rylan. "Teenagers...You really should take some time and learn HOW to pilot the zoid before you even think about getting a new one." explained grandpa. "Ugh...but I've been piloting the Blade Liger for about 8 years, and I've won all the Zoid Battle commissions established in the area." Without any warning a light is shot from the sky and is sent towards the nearest moutain. Rylan opens his eyes and wide eye wonder, and his grandfather turns and walks towards the house. Quickly Rylan leaps up into his zoid and powers up the Blade Liger. "Lets go Liger! This may be the beginning of our adventure!" shouts Rylan as the Blade Liger leaps over the crops and runs towards the moutains.
Rylan's Comment: I'm starting my first fan fiction for the website, and i'd appreciate if the readers would give me positive AND negative comments on my story. I'd like to say, that this will only continue if the readers give me a positive inspiration for continuing the story.
From the distance, over the fields of planet Z, a loud roar is heard from a distance. A farmer stands up and wipes the sweat off his brow. The sun blazes overhead as the farmer plows his field for a living. A loud thump on the ground occurs at the very edge of his crops. Slowly the farmer turns his head and shakes his head at the zoid before him. "Rylan, for the last time, you need to stop messing with that Zoid of yours and help me take care of these crops," complained the farmer. At the very edge of the crops stands a red blade liger with a metal paw lifted up towards the cockpit. The cockpit opens and out leaps a young man, about the age of 18, with long white hair, blue eyes, and a red bandana around his forehead. He wears a pair of black pants covered by a long blue and silver jacket that is unziped, where a red t-shirt is hidden inside. "Grandpa, I wanted me make sure I fixed the Blade Liger's Booster pack on its back. When you were young and piloting it, it worked fine, but its been 50 years since you piloted it! Besides I'm thinking about trading it in for a new zoid." said Rylan. "Teenagers...You really should take some time and learn HOW to pilot the zoid before you even think about getting a new one." explained grandpa. "Ugh...but I've been piloting the Blade Liger for about 8 years, and I've won all the Zoid Battle commissions established in the area." Without any warning a light is shot from the sky and is sent towards the nearest moutain. Rylan opens his eyes and wide eye wonder, and his grandfather turns and walks towards the house. Quickly Rylan leaps up into his zoid and powers up the Blade Liger. "Lets go Liger! This may be the beginning of our adventure!" shouts Rylan as the Blade Liger leaps over the crops and runs towards the moutains.
