Well... Here it is the long written AU I have been working on, chapter one to be exact.
Disclaimer: yeah so uhhh Sam here doesn't own any of us over here or the story, just this shitty fan-fiction *Dave says sourly*
D-dave. I tried so hard. Don't be mean! ANY WHO ON WITH THE SHOW! PLEASE REVIEW AND COMMENT
Edit: I have employed the help of my younger more grammatically and spelling incline sister to aid in my expedition of this tale.
Dave Strider turned around in a whirl of a red flowing cape that engulfed the enemies around him in a hurricane of certain demise. In his hand he held a broken metal sword that gleamed like the sun to fend off the next attacker on his small party. Only five remained from the original 1,000 that had marched into battle under his command to destroy the opposing force that threatened their land. They called him the Knight of Time for his ability to win battles within an hour of the beginning fight. This title had earned him a reputation throughout the land as one of the greatest heroes to ever live, but even with his reputation in place without sufficient troops the battle was pointless. They sent him with only 1,000 soldiers up against an army of 5,000 from the kingdom of Alternia; it was an instant slaughter for many of his men. When others fled he didn't stop them, there was no point to send anymore to an early grave.
Out of the ranks of the enemy troops stepped a man with dark gray skin wearing unmistakable knight armor that resembled Dave's own but possessed a different vibe that could be felt by those around the deadly man. Both suits of armor were heavily enforced with fine metals on the arms and shoulders along with sturdy silver boots encasing each knight's feet. Included in the attire, the two wore with pride fine capes made of exquisite material to show their titles and sturdy steel chain mail to protect their towering figures. Although as similar as the two were there was still a difference in just the armor that changed the feel of control over the men they each took along in battle. Dave wore a simple black tunic that contrasted his silvery chain mail that overlapped his torso and a warming red cape that didn't deter but welcomed those who were willing to fight for him, similar to that of a fire burning in a home. Karkat Vantas on the other hand wore a light brown tunic that made the metallic chain mail shine even brighter against his ashen skin, showing off the power of his simple shield against any lethal weapon he faced. His cape was the color of blood, dark and dreadful. The color seemed to ooze from every thread of the worn fabric and predict the future of his enemies when they chose to set foot in his range of fire. Both wore a symbol on their chest, it was customary for knights to present their titles to others in hopes of intimidating their soon to be foe. Dave's tunic was imprinted with a red gear that stood for clockwork, the symbol for the Knight of Time. Karkat's light brown tunic was stamped with a bleeding wound the same blood red as his cape, the symbol for the Knight of Blood. He acquired the name after a very deadly war where he left every single opponent lying dead in a pool of their own blood, staining the earth with a similar color. Legend has it that the water supply in the neighboring town was tainted with their blood for months. Some even say he enjoyed their pain, to see their blood washed along the lands for years after his enemies demise.
Dave had tried to avoid contact with the menacing troll, fearing the safety of his men. Unfortunately here he stood, in front of Dave with a scythe poised and a grin plastered on his smug face that seemed to turn Dave's stomach in fear, disgust, and a little anger.
"My, my, I've always wanted the pleasure of meeting the Knight of Time, but I never thought it would happen under these circumstances. Funny isn't it?" Karkat remarked flashing Dave a smirk. The clad warrior took a step closer but had to quickly jump back as Dave stepped forward and sent of a slice from his broken sword (he had a bad habit of breaking every sword put into his hands) to the knight's abdomen in hopes of deterring him from Dave's remaining men. Karkat just laughed and twirled the blood covered scythe in the air.
"You are a lot prettier than I expected I will admit, shame we couldn't be friends."
Dave just snarled at the advancing knight in a menacing tone "Bite me, bastard". Karkat looked at Dave for a moment but in the blink of an eye his face cracked and... the bastard began laughing! "Oh my, no wonder you are famous around here. Any general with half his wits would be scared senseless of the mere presence of you but, unlike them" At this Karkat quickly grabbed Dave by the chin and yelled in his face, "I AM NOT LIKE THE REST!" Dave didn't move, his face never showing any emotion, his red eyes piercing into the knight's heart in search of a way out but finding no such path.
The Knight of Time knew he had lost, but there still had to be a way. He had to save the last men who stood by his side till the end. "Listen, we both know I would rather die than be taken by some halfwit warrior like yourself but if you let these men go,"
Dave gestured towards the warriors behind him as best he could with a hand on his chin, "I will come willingly."
Karkat seemed to ponder the offer for a minute but a crazed smile broke the silence that had dawned on the party of warriors. "You have yourself a deal peasant" the last word rolled off his tongue and sent shivers down Dave's spine; he did not like this guy at all.
Pointing towards a lower level soldier, Karkat beckoned said man over to the circle of five men from Dave's original 1,000 troops, "Make sure these men get back to their home town safely."Karkat said, his hand never faltering from Dave's chin and his smile still was plastered on his face.
The man bowed and ushered the confused men out towards the road they had marched on only hours before. Dave watched them go and sighed in relief but was quickly choking back his sigh as his throat was crushed under the Knight of Blood's grip, "Aren't you the selfless one? It really is a pity you ended up like this, you were probably well loved in your home town."
The Knight of Time said nothing but just glared as Karkat summoned another man over, "Bind the prisoner's hands and have him tied to the post inside my tent. I don't quite trust a man of such a free spirit."
"Free spirit my ass" Dave said under his breath as Karkat walked away and was greeted by a hard slap to the face.
"You better learn your place real quick, keep that smart mouth to yourself or I might just have to leave you here to rot."
Dave huffed and glared back at the mad man "LIKE I GIVE A DAMN!"
Instead of the usual effect his booming voice had on people Karkat just began to laugh, a high pitched laugh of someone who was on the brink of insanity that made Dave grit his teeth," How about your friends there? Will you feel the same for them? Leaving them to my mercy?"
This shut up the knight quickly, he didn't speak as the lower ranked man dragged him away towards the head knight's tent. The looming presence of his sad fate following him the whole way.
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