Author's comments: This is the intro to a fic about Sara i've had in my mind for a long time. I always find myself wondering about Sara's past....and this is what i've come up with. This fic will be multi chaptered, I have no idea how long, but i'm determined to finish it. As always I welcome constructive criticism.
A few notes before you read it though:
1. I changed how Sara's name is to Sarah because it looks better and that's more than likly what it was supposed to be. (BoF1 had a 4 letter limit to names.)
2. Sarah is 18 in this fic. I honestly could not find a good place to put her age. So I put it here.
And now, without further delay I give you....
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The Light and the Dark
Sarah sat knelt in front of the statue of the Dragon God Ladon, praying in silence. It was customary for acolytes of the dragon to pray to Ladon before they embarked on their journey. The journey in which they would experience the world and find their purpose for serving the dragon god, then return to take their place as a preist or preistess of Ladon.
The shrine was lit by the torches near the entrance. The wisps of light illuminating the domed inside. The water around the dragon statue was clear and calm. The only real sound was the occasional crackle of the torches.
Father Morgan, an elderly preist of Ladon walked into the shrine quietly. His white robes flowed as he walked. The light of the torches illuminated his elderly face and reflected off his wise green eyes. "Sarah." He said softly.
Sarah opened her blue eyes and looked back to Morgan. "Is it time already?"
The elderly preist nodded. "It is child."
Sarah sighed and stood up, pushing back a few strands of her long cerulean colored hair. Her long white robes were much the same as Morgan's. Except for in the middle where a blue dragon was sewn in.
Sarah's expression was one of melancholy. "I must admit...I'm not completely unafraid."
Moran smiled at her warmly. "Do not fear. If you maintain your faith, Ladon will always watch over you." Morgan beckoned Sarah to come with him. "It is time for your send off I think."
Sarah nodded hesitantly, not at all satisfied with his answer, then followed him outside.
At the entrance of the town, all of the villagers were gathered. They applauded her as she approached. She tried not to look at them. She hated being the center of attention.
"Sis!" Said a boy around the age of eleven as he ran towards Sarah. His blue hair hung half the length of Sarah's and was unkempt. His eyes were as deep a blue as her own and filled with an never ending sense of energy.
Sarah smiled and kneeled down to his eye level. "Hello Ryu."
Ryu looked back at her with a scowl. "You better come back soon. I don't have anyone else to play with you know."
"I told you I will. I'll try not to be gone too long." Sarah ruffled up his already shaggy hair playfully.
Ryu smiled happily, a long fanged tooth being shown. "You better!"
A woman walked behind Ryu and placed her hands on the child's shoulders.
Ryu looked up and smiled at her. "Momma, Sarah said she'd be back soon!"
The woman tried to smile but it came out in a sad manner.
Sarah stood back up and looked at her mother solemnly. The woman had black hair which was shoulder length. She wore a brown dress, attire she normally wore for social occasions. Her eyes were as deep a brown as the dress, having a hollow glow to them.
"So. This is it." The woman said with a less than pleased tone.
Sarah nodded softly, unconsciously playing with a loose strand of cloth in her robes. The two had never exactly seen eye to eye on most levels. "Yes." Sarah said dryly, trying to avoid eye contact.
Sarah's mother brought a hand to Ryu's head. "Don't be gone too long. For his sake."
Sarah's eyes fell upon Ryu. "Make sure you take care of him."
Hurt appearing on her face, The older woman looked at Ryu softly. "I will." She said with a shaky voice.
Sarah saw the expression her mother's face and tried to think of something to say to counter it. Father Morgan broke in before she could however.
"It's time for the send off Sarah."
Sarah nodded and walked with Morgan to just outside the entrance of the town. The green grass swayed in the wind as the two stopped.
Father Morgan turned to Sarah and pulled a gold tiara from a pocket in his robes. He held it above his head and turned towards the villagers.
"Today, Sarah, who was born and raised here in Drogen, shall set out on the pilgrimage. She will continue on this holy journey until the time that she finds the purpose Ladon set her unto this world to fufill." Morgan turned to Sarah and gently placed the tiara on her head. "We send you on your journey. Until the day you return, our prayers to Ladon will be with you." Morgan took a step away from her.
The crowd at the entrance began to applaud her and cheer for her.
Sarah really didn't hear them, or any of the ritualistic speech Morgan had given. Her eyes had been on Ryu and her mother. Ryu was waving estatically, that normal carefree look on his face. Her mother on the other hand looked as though she were about to cry. She had never cared much for her mother, But it still pained Sarah to know she had hurt her.
Sarah knew it was time to leave. she sighed taking one last look at her family. With a heavy heart, she walked from the place that had always been her home. With a tear in her eye, she looked towards the future.
A few notes before you read it though:
1. I changed how Sara's name is to Sarah because it looks better and that's more than likly what it was supposed to be. (BoF1 had a 4 letter limit to names.)
2. Sarah is 18 in this fic. I honestly could not find a good place to put her age. So I put it here.
And now, without further delay I give you....
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The Light and the Dark
Sarah sat knelt in front of the statue of the Dragon God Ladon, praying in silence. It was customary for acolytes of the dragon to pray to Ladon before they embarked on their journey. The journey in which they would experience the world and find their purpose for serving the dragon god, then return to take their place as a preist or preistess of Ladon.
The shrine was lit by the torches near the entrance. The wisps of light illuminating the domed inside. The water around the dragon statue was clear and calm. The only real sound was the occasional crackle of the torches.
Father Morgan, an elderly preist of Ladon walked into the shrine quietly. His white robes flowed as he walked. The light of the torches illuminated his elderly face and reflected off his wise green eyes. "Sarah." He said softly.
Sarah opened her blue eyes and looked back to Morgan. "Is it time already?"
The elderly preist nodded. "It is child."
Sarah sighed and stood up, pushing back a few strands of her long cerulean colored hair. Her long white robes were much the same as Morgan's. Except for in the middle where a blue dragon was sewn in.
Sarah's expression was one of melancholy. "I must admit...I'm not completely unafraid."
Moran smiled at her warmly. "Do not fear. If you maintain your faith, Ladon will always watch over you." Morgan beckoned Sarah to come with him. "It is time for your send off I think."
Sarah nodded hesitantly, not at all satisfied with his answer, then followed him outside.
At the entrance of the town, all of the villagers were gathered. They applauded her as she approached. She tried not to look at them. She hated being the center of attention.
"Sis!" Said a boy around the age of eleven as he ran towards Sarah. His blue hair hung half the length of Sarah's and was unkempt. His eyes were as deep a blue as her own and filled with an never ending sense of energy.
Sarah smiled and kneeled down to his eye level. "Hello Ryu."
Ryu looked back at her with a scowl. "You better come back soon. I don't have anyone else to play with you know."
"I told you I will. I'll try not to be gone too long." Sarah ruffled up his already shaggy hair playfully.
Ryu smiled happily, a long fanged tooth being shown. "You better!"
A woman walked behind Ryu and placed her hands on the child's shoulders.
Ryu looked up and smiled at her. "Momma, Sarah said she'd be back soon!"
The woman tried to smile but it came out in a sad manner.
Sarah stood back up and looked at her mother solemnly. The woman had black hair which was shoulder length. She wore a brown dress, attire she normally wore for social occasions. Her eyes were as deep a brown as the dress, having a hollow glow to them.
"So. This is it." The woman said with a less than pleased tone.
Sarah nodded softly, unconsciously playing with a loose strand of cloth in her robes. The two had never exactly seen eye to eye on most levels. "Yes." Sarah said dryly, trying to avoid eye contact.
Sarah's mother brought a hand to Ryu's head. "Don't be gone too long. For his sake."
Sarah's eyes fell upon Ryu. "Make sure you take care of him."
Hurt appearing on her face, The older woman looked at Ryu softly. "I will." She said with a shaky voice.
Sarah saw the expression her mother's face and tried to think of something to say to counter it. Father Morgan broke in before she could however.
"It's time for the send off Sarah."
Sarah nodded and walked with Morgan to just outside the entrance of the town. The green grass swayed in the wind as the two stopped.
Father Morgan turned to Sarah and pulled a gold tiara from a pocket in his robes. He held it above his head and turned towards the villagers.
"Today, Sarah, who was born and raised here in Drogen, shall set out on the pilgrimage. She will continue on this holy journey until the time that she finds the purpose Ladon set her unto this world to fufill." Morgan turned to Sarah and gently placed the tiara on her head. "We send you on your journey. Until the day you return, our prayers to Ladon will be with you." Morgan took a step away from her.
The crowd at the entrance began to applaud her and cheer for her.
Sarah really didn't hear them, or any of the ritualistic speech Morgan had given. Her eyes had been on Ryu and her mother. Ryu was waving estatically, that normal carefree look on his face. Her mother on the other hand looked as though she were about to cry. She had never cared much for her mother, But it still pained Sarah to know she had hurt her.
Sarah knew it was time to leave. she sighed taking one last look at her family. With a heavy heart, she walked from the place that had always been her home. With a tear in her eye, she looked towards the future.